Wednesday 26th March
Live from the Winnipeg Arena, Winnipeg, Manitoba

The Genesis preview tape plays footage from the battle royal. We see each elimination in order, until we come to the last three. We are shown a recap of the final few moments, as Bane smacks Dustin Cage in the head with the chair, before Scottie Rayda runs over and eliminates Dustin from the match. The video ends and a bright turquoise firework drops from the heights, crashing onto the stage and exploding, igniting a pair of wires and leading to the top corners of the titantron. Sparks explode upwards the length of the wires, and as they hit the top three fireworks race between them and towards the sky, exploding over the crowd and bathing the arena in bright white light. The lights come half on as strobe lights begin to flash around the arena, the fans standing in unison and making as much noise as they can!

Dean Nathaniel; Good evening everyone, and welcome to Genesis! We are four days away from the pay-per-view, and tonight sees the culmination of a months action in Creation Wrestling! Tonight CW President Justin England makes his first appearance on our screens, as he oversees the contract signing between Scottie Rayda and El Kabong Jr!

Robert Purcell; I'm alive with excitement, Dean. No, really I am! This is a huge night for everyone involved!

Dean Nathaniel; I think everyone is looking forward to the signing, Robert, but before we get there we have the small matter of five decisive matchups! Tonight sees eight men vying for a place in the semi-finals, and a shot at becoming the International champion! But not only that, Enclosure and Gamblers Anonymous step into the ring, the winners taking away a Tag Team title shot at Origins! This is going to be a very eventful night!

The lights go low and turn red as the arena fills with mist. Suddenly "Prayer" by Disturbed blasts over the speakers, and pyros explode as a figure walks out onto the darkened stage. The crowd explodes into cheers and a single red spot light turns on the area, illuminating it to show Blade Arkhan. He begins to walk to the ring slowly, climbing in over the top rope and raising his hands into the air as pyros explode once more.

Dean Nathaniel; What an intimidating man Blade Arkhan is. After coming so close in last weeks battle royal before being eliminated by his old enemy, Bane, Blade Arkhan will be looking to take out all his frustrations on Seven tonight.

Robert Purcell; Well Seven hasn't got much to shout about either, having lost last week to Marcello Dias. He'll be looking to take out his frustrations on someone as well. And I must say, both Seven and Blade Arkhan seem to be rather disturbed individuals.

Dean Nathaniel; Well, thats obvious.

Robert Purcell; And funnily enough, Disturbed also play both guys theme music. Doesn't that make you suspicious? I think theres a conspiracy going on here, don't you?

Dean Nathaniel; I think you're reading too deeply into things, Robert. Have you learnt nothing from suspecting my grandmother to be a member of the Welsh Mafia?

Robert Purcell; You have to admit, that bara brith did taste a little suspicious.

"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, however, it is Arkhan who gains the advantage as he sends Seven staggering backwards against the ropes with a big boot to the face. Arkhan runs towards Seven and clotheslines him over the top rope. Arkhan's momentum sends him over the top and to the floor too, but both big men some how manage to land on their feet, and begin to brawl on the outside.

Dean Nathaniel; Well folks, this one has exploded!

Robert Purcell; This is what I like to see! Total mayhem!

Seven and Arkhan go at it toe to toe, staggering around the ringside area as the crowd cheer wildly. Seven catches Arkhan off guard with a jab to the eye, before grabbing him by the head and ramming his skull into the steel ringpost. Arkhan staggers back, holding his head in pain as Seven picks up the top half of the ringsteps. Intending to dish out some punishment, Seven heads towards Arkhan with the steel steps held high above his head. However, the referee gets out of the ring and stands between Seven and Arkhan, prompting Seven to drop the steps, instead of risking a DQ. Seven grabs the head of Blade, but Arkhan takes him by surprise and hits him with a big knee to the ribs. Arkhan then levels Seven with a few hard rights into the face, before rolling him back into the ring.

Robert Purcell; That was the referee's fault! He distracted Seven and Arkhan took advantage!

Dean Nathaniel; Well, to be fair, Seven was about to smack Arkhan in the head with the steel steps. That would have been a very bad move, and if anything, the referee has done Seven a favour.

In the ring, Seven is already back to his feet as Arkhan climbs up onto the apron. Seven runs into the opposite ropes as Blade enters the ring. Upon his return, Seven runs at Arkhan and hits him with a devastating spear, which gets the crowd riled. Seven gets back to his feet and taunts the jeering crowd as Arkhan lies on the mat, holding his ribs in a fair amount of pain. Seven then picks Arkhan up and throws him into the corner. Seven runs at Arkhan and looks to splash him, but Blade moves out of the way at the very last second, sending Seven crashing into the turnbuckle.

Dean Nathaniel; Quick thinking from Blade Arkhan there! He avoided what would have been a very painful experience there. Even a man his size can't take that much weight without being hurt.

Blade leans against the ropes for a few seconds so he can recover, before going after Seven and keeping him in the corner with a series of elbows to the side of the head. Arkhan and the crowd are taken by surprise as Seven suddenly comes fighting out of the corner with a series of punches to the head, which send Arkhan staggering back. Seven quickly climbs out onto the apron and climbs to the top turnbuckle. The crowd rise to their feet as Seven stands high, then comes flying off the turnbuckle and hits Arkhan with a flying clothesline. The move is enough to knock Arkhan to the ground, as Seven remains on his feet. Seven again taunts the crowd, who shower him with jeers.

Robert Purcell; What a move! Seven has this one under control!

Dean Nathaniel; Notice the pace and the shape of this match. Because these guys are equally huge, neither has been able to use the power moves that they would usually utilise. Both men are having to be much more strategic than usual.

Robert Purcell; Your point being?

Seven begins to stomp away at the ribs of the grounded Blade Arkhan, before slowly dragging him to his feet and whipping him into the ropes. Upon his return, Blade Arkhan is grabbed by Seven and set up for the Rock Bottom. Seven is set to lift Arkhan into the air, but Blade puts an end to the attack by launching an elbow into the ribs of Seven. A winded Seven lets go of Arkhan and holds his stomach in pain, but the crowd rise to their feet as Blade Arkhan slaps his hand around the neck of Seven and signals for the Arkhan Chokeslam!

Robert Purcell; What? No way!

Dean Nathaniel; The crowd believe in Arkhan, but Seven is almost as big as he is! Can he pull this one off?

The crowd go wild as with all the might and strength he can muster, Blade Arkhan lifts the 7 footer high into the air using just one arm, and brings him crashing back to the mat with huge impact! The crowd applaud the show of strength as Arkhan drops to his knees and attempts the pin, surely having this match wrapped up! The referee counts, but Seven just manages to get his shoulder up before the three count is made! Arkhan looks down in shock for a moment, but quickly gets up and sets the crowd cheering once again, as Arkhan signals that the end is near. He watches Seven stumble to his feet, before grabbing him by the head and getting him into a position for a powerbomb. Arkhan signals for the Cutting Edge!

Dean Nathnaiel; My god! Can you imagine the consequences if Blade pulled this off?

Robert Purcell; Yes, there'll be a huge hole in the ring!

Dean Nathaniel; That's exactly what I was thinking! Surely there's no way Blade can pull this move off, Seven weighs 325 pounds! That's a lot of weight to have on your shoulders!

Cameras flash all over the arena, as the stunned crowd witness Blade Arkhan lifting Seven up onto his shoulders! He wrenches his opponent up with all his might, but things don't go according to plan for Arkhan, and the crowd let out a hopeless gasp as Blade's knees begin to buckle under the weight. He struggles momentarily, and Seven takes advantage with a big right hand. The impact knocks Arkhan down to the mat, and Seven lands right on top of him. The crowd groan as Seven rolls off Arkhan, who holds his near crushed chest in agony.

Dean Nathaniel; That was so close for Arkhan! Seven was within a downward thrust of being eliminated from this competition!

Robert Purcell; Blade may have done himself some big damage attempting that move. He may be the biggest man in this company, but sometimes you just have to know your limits.

Dean Nathaniel; To be fair, Blade does have over 100 pounds on Seven, and on a normal day I feel he could have executed that powerbomb flawlessly. I think this match has taken it's toll on both competitors!

Seven is back up fast, and he stares at Blade as he gets up. He circles the taller man, before advancing with a knee to the lower back. Arkhan bends backwards, and Seven catches him around the head. Seven holds on and sets up for Redemption, but Blade shows incredible strength, using the power in his lower back to drag Seven off his feet, and set him vertically into the air! The crowd is on it's feet for the unbelievable show from Arkhan, as he hangs Seven over his head. He staggers briefly, almost struggling to hold Seven up, but he brings him crashing down into the mat with a modification of Sins End!

Dean Nathaniel; Oh my god! That was unbelievable power from Blade Arkhan! He just bridged out of a reverse front facelock, into the Sins End! That takes some strength!

Robert Purcell; Why isn't he covering?

The crowd looks on, releasing another cheer as Arkhan raises his hand into the air, again signalling for the Cutting Edge! He drags Seven to his feet, setting him into a standing headscissors, and wrapping his arms around Seven's back.

Robert Purcell; Has this guy learnt nothing? What is he, stupid?

He takes a moment to prepare, before wrenching Seven up. He sets Seven on his shoulders, before falling forward and dragging him down into the canvas with the Cutting Edge! Seven hits the mat with some force, and the crowd cheers as Arkhan slides forward, making a cover for the one, two, three! The bell sounds, and the crowd cheers as Arkhan advances!

Dean Nathaniel; Seven isn't having much luck lately! Just when you thought he had Blade Arkhan beaten, Blade reverses the Redemption into an unbelievable suplex, and wraps up the win with the Cutting Edge!

Robert Purcell; Can Seven be any more unfortunate?

Dean Nathaniel; It would seem not! He's still searching for his first win here in Creation Wrestling, having come so close on three separate occasions, but as far as tonight is concerned, it's Blade Arkhan who is on his way to Origins!

Seven walks away from the ring, looking around sadistically as Blade stares up the ramp in shock and anger. We head backstage, into Bane-Shees HQ, where Chris Cairns and Kris Kraven are waiting quietly. Kraven lies face down on the couch, whilst Cairns paces up and down the room impatiently, with his arms behind his back. Cairns has a look at the clock, before shaking his head.

Chris Cairns; They should have f**king been here by now! Where the f**k are they?

Kraven lazily lifts his head from the couch, and looks towards Cairns as he continues to pace around the room.

Chris Cairns; Bane has a match soon, he should have been here ages ago! He's off his f**king rocker!

Suddenly the doors to Bane-Shees HQ burst open, and Bane walks in as Chris breathes a sigh of relief. However, the look of relief is washed off his face, replaced by confusion as Billy The Brilliant closely follows Bane into the room, hobbling on crutches.

Chris Cairns; What the hell happened to him?

Everyone turns and looks at BTB as the door closes behind him.

Bane; Yeah! Sprained his ankle chasing after a car! Explain to them, boy!

Billy looks on rather shame-faced as he explains his injury to Cairns, Bane and Kraven.

Billy The Brilliant; Well, me and Bane were making our way to the show. I had to tie my laces so I placed my bottle of Mooie Milk on the back of a parked car. Anyway, as I was tying my lace I noticed that the car began to drive away, so I ran after it and tried shouting at the driver to stop. However, as I was running I tripped over my shoelace, fell awkwardly and sprained my ankle. It was spectacularly unbrilliant.

Kris Kraven suddenly bursts into fits of laughter. Everyone looks towards him in annoyance, particuarly Bane, who drags Kraven up off the couch and throws him into a wall with force. Bane brings his face right up close to Kravens, and begins to whisper in an angry tone as Cairns and BTB look on.

Bane; So you think this is funny, huh? Well I can tell you right now that this in anything but funny! You'd better start praying that your partner makes a speedy recovery, because if you two idiots manage to f**k up on Origins and let slip the chance of becomming the first ever Creation Wrestling Tag Team Champions, I'll make sure you find this situation to be anything but funny! Understand? Just remember who has the control over you!

Bane throws Kraven to the ground, and looks down on him with nothing but anger.

Bane; Now get out of my sight!

Kraven quickly gets to his feet and staggers towards the door. He points at Bane, before opening the door and slamming it shut behind him, prompting the 'We Put The Laughter In Manslaughter' banner to fall from the ceiling. It engulfs BTB, who struggles for a moment or two, before Cairns assists him in getting the banner off his head as Bane glares at the door Kraven just exited from.

Dean Nathaniel; Trouble in paradise?

Robert Purcell; I think tensions are running a little high after Bane's match last week. He doesn't take too kindly to losing.

Dean Nathaniel; Well if this is any indication, I think The Bane-Shees are gonna be on their guard from now on! The last thing they want, or indeed need, is an angry Bane coming after them!

The crowd suddenly roars as we get a close-up of the El Kabong mask laying on a bench, unworn. The camera pans away to show 'Sexy' Steve Sanders and Walt Houston talking in the locker room, both wearing their street clothes. Walt is wearing a white polo shirt and black jeans, and Steve Sanders in his dorky green pinstripe suit. Under the green jacket is his newest shirt, which reads 'D-D-Dustin Re-Re-Reynolds...um...uh...St-St-Stole My...uh, M-m-my...um...'.

Steve Sanders; G-g-gee, th-things are...um, g-getting r-really exc-c-citing around...uh, h-here, h-huh Walt?

Walt Houston; Yeah, I guess.

Steve Sanders; Wh-what's the m-m-m-muh-muh...wh-what's wrong, W-Walt?

Walt Houston; Oh, I don't know. It's just that Kabong invited me to Creation Wrestling so that I can finally get my big break into the business, and here I am! My second Genesis, and still no match! I mean, I don't wanna ride on Kabong's coattails or anything, but...

Steve Sanders; G-gee, Walt!  I'm s-s-s-s-s...!

Walt Houston; Surprised?

Steve Sanders; Y-yeah!

Walt Houston; At what? That I'm tired of just standing backstage?

Steve Sanders; N-no! Th-that's...um, w-w-well, that's the m-muh-m-most I've ev-v-ver heard y-you...um, uh...y-you t-t-t-talk since you've...um, uh, y-you ar-r-rived here at th-th-the...um, CW!

Walt Houston; Yeah, I just didn't want to step on anyone's toes, and I didn't want to say anything stupid, like most of the people around here do.

Suddenly a cell phone rings. Steve Sanders reaches into his pocket and pulls out one of those old huge portable bricks masquerading as phones, and holds it up to his ear.

Steve Sanders; H-h-hello? Oh, h-h-hi, R-R-R...I m-mean, K-Kabong! Wh-what? Y-y-your p-p-p-p-...

Steve Sanders pauses, shrugs and just gives the phone to Walt.

Walt Houston; Hey, what's up?...your lucky pen?...to sign for your match with Rayda? Well, what the heck are you doing now?...what?...where?...oh, I get it. Yeah, I'll try to find your lucky pen...what?...you lent it to someone? Who?...you can't remember? Well I guess it's not that lucky then, huh?...okay okay, I'll try, but if I can't find it then it's just tough luck, okay?...cool. See you later!

Houston hands the phone back to Steve Sanders.

Walt Houston; I guess you should stay here and look after the stuff. I'm gonna have to find this so-called lucky pen.

Steve Sanders; N-n-no pr-pr-problemo, um, am-m-migo!

Houston pats Steve Sanders on the back and walks out. Steve Sanders looks to see if anyone's looking, reaches down and grabs the El Kabong mask, and puts it on himself while he poses in the mirror!

Steve Sanders; Ol-L-Luh-Luh...um, Od-d-deley!

Kid Kaos is walking through the corridors backstage. He is in wrestling gear, and has his game face on. He is walking towards the ring with intensity in his eyes.

Kid Kaos; Well last week things didn't work out to plan, so let's make sure no more youth mistakes stop me from moving up the CW ranks. Tonight I got Miami missle, so it's time to missile his ass back to Miami. No more stalling, time to give CW exactly what they came to see and that is a fully-fledged Kaotic show. Fans have been coming to see me and I have been dissapointing them. Hell, I haven't even introduced all of my moves yet. But thats OK, because tonight that all changes. My knee is feeling way better, I feel energized and focused to the fullest, and it's time I make my claim to the CW International title. JX Lighthouse, Bane, Blade, Marcello, Seven, Hall, it doesn't matter, I will do all it takes to get dat belt at Orgins. But enough talking, the time for action is here. No more telling, time to show. My time is now!

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

Dean Nathaniel; Well here comes Kid Kaos, who will be taking on Miami Missile momentarily, and we will soon know the two competitors in the first of our International Championship tournament semi-final.

A neon green light covers the stage, and two spotlights move from the back of the arena, meeting on the stage. Twin pyros blow towards the roof, and "Bones" by Alice In Chains hits. The capacity crowd goes nuts for Miami Missile as he walks out through the curtain, Van Halen Blake following him with a bag slung over his shoulder. He stands on the top of the stage and poses briefly, then throws his arms into the air and sets off more pyro. He makes his way to the ring with a cocky smile on his face, then jumps onto the apron and climbs in. He poses for the fans with his arms outstretched.

Dean Nathaniel; Miami seems to be the sentimental favourite here, but the fans don't seem to know who to boo for.

Robert Purcell; Well let me help them; boooooo! You guys both suck!

The bell rings and the pair meet up in the centre of the ring, immediately going after each other. Kaos attempts a wristlock, but it is countered into an armdrag by Miami. Kaos rolls through and sweeps his legs from underneath him, before the pair get into a standoff to cheers from the crowd.

Dean Nathaniel; Great show of athleticism from this pair early on.

Robert Purcell; Well, I hope you set your VCR. This match isn't gonna get any better.

Miami comes back by locking in a waistlock, only for Kaos to slip his arm through and toss Miami over his shoulder. Kaos dives in with a headlock, only for Miami to get him in a leg scissors to release the hold, as once more the pair get to their feet simultaneously. Miami sweeps his hair from his face and the two lock up again, with Miami getting the better of the exchange from a firemans carry takedown. Kid Kaos gets right back up and takes him down with a side Russian legsweep, but Miami gets right back up and delivers a Japanese armdrag, only to take an Enziguri for his troubles, and again they simultaneously get back up in opposite corners of the ring.

Dean Nathaniel; If they can keep this kind of pace up throughout the match, we'd have to watch it in slow-motion!

Robert Purcell; We'll be here all night if they keep getting back up from each others moves all the time.

Kaos charges first into a Miami flapjack attempt, only to rise up and dropkick him to the canvas. Kaos gets onto his feet and measures his opponent, composing himself, then spins around and scores with the Kaos Kick. Miami hits the canvas and Kaos makes the first cover of the match, but Miami kicks out quickly enough. Kaos lifts Miami up, and after a brief altercation Kaos again goes for the Kaos Kick, only for Miami to duck and drop him with a release German suplex. Miami crosses the ring to his opponent, only to get pitched up and driven to the canvas with a sit-out spinebuster, before Kaos climbs out to the apron and hits a slingshot legdrop for another pin attempt, this time getting a solid two count.

Robert Purcell; This is slightly better – they're getting in two moves at a time, and trying to pin the opponent. It's fundamental wrestling – get the pin, as opposed to trying flash moves.

Kaos keeps his momentum with a senton splash on the canvas, and then backs up for a K-Seguri attempt. He reaches Miami, only to be caught in a flapjack and dropped on the top rope, stumbling straight into a DDT as Miami registers his first pin attempt of the match. Miami then keeps his advantage with a running kneedrop, knocking directly on Kaos' temple, and synching in a reverse chinlock, as the crowd starts to boo.

Robert Purcell; That's it, get with the program, that move should be outlawed!

Miami looks to the crowd and realises they prefer the fast-paced match they were watching, and thus flips over with a neck snap. The crowd cheer once again, as Miami takes a mock bow in front of them. Kaos, meanwhile, is getting back to his feet. He runs up behind Miami, and wraps his legs around Miami's midsection, rolling back, and going for another pin. Miami kicks out and rolls over, having Kaos down for his own pin. Kaos bridges up and out of the cover, only to get caught in a Northern Lights suplex for another unexpected pinfall attempt. With the advantage going his way, Miami waits for his opponent to rise, then hits a snap suplex that deposits him in the corner. Miami sees this and climbs onto the apron, hitting a slingshot senton onto his fallen opponent, then picks him up and hits a Russian legsweep into the turnbuckles. He runs in, trying for a monkey flip, only to be caught and driven back down to the canvas. Kaos tries for a sharpshooter, only to be kicked back into the turnbuckles, and Miami uses the advantage to hit the Acid Drop DDT for another close count.

Dean Nathaniel; Well, if this were judged on points, I'd say Miami was edging this one now.

Robert Purcell; On points? This isn't figure skating, Dean.

Miami starts to get a little overconfident and bides his time, taking a breather in the corner, only to have Kaos suddenly leap up and hit the K-Seguri for real, sending Miami into the turnbuckles. Kaos' momentum carries him over the rope and he lands on the apron, then slingshots back into the ring, dragging Miami's head down into the canvas. Deciding it's time for the show stealer, he lifts Miami onto his shoulder and places him on the top rope. He plays to the crowd for a moment, before climbing up and positioning himself for the frankensteiner. He leaps up, but finds himself caught and headed toward the canvas, loaded up in a Ligerbomb! Kaos hits the ground with a huge crash, and the crowd lets out a massive cheer, before Miami covers for the one, two, three!

Dean Nathaniel; Miami Missile has done it tonight, he's beaten Kid Kaos, and he will be going on to Origins! What an unbelievable counter by the man from Florida, and what a powerbomb! It's no wonder Kaos is looking up at the lights, but what a fantastic effort by the man from The Bronx!

Robert Purcell; Miami is gonna have a tougher task in the semi-final. A match with Seven is no easy ride!

Dean Nathaniel; Indeed not. Miami is gonna find it tough fare at the PPV, but in a tournament like this, it has to be expected! You don't win competitions as tough as this one without cracking a few tough heads on the way!

The opening titles of At Home with the Cages run. As the logo disappears, we see Dustin and Melissa in their kitchen. Dustin is wearing an apron and standing over the stove, while Melissa seems to be preparing a salad. Dustin goes over to check what she's done, finding a whole unwashed lettuce, 3 tomatoes and the tip of a carrot in the bowl.

Dustin Cage; She's a terrible cook.

Melissa Cage; I was always more of a woodshop girl. Not like Dustin, I mean he loves his recipes. He even has a book upstairs with all his own meals in it. He makes a mean rice pudding, but I can't say much for his cheese and potato bake.

Dustin Cage; I remember this one time Melissa came back from her cookery class - I mean she didn't want to do it, but I made her. Anyway she comes back with this pasta dish, which looked alright, until I tried it. Turns out she put icing sugar in the sauce instead of plain flour. It might have gone well with a chocolate sponge.

Melissa Cage; I didn't even want to go to the cookery class. If the truth be told, I never did. I just spent the night at the arcades, then bought two or three microwave meals on the way home and put them all in one big dish. I'm surprised Dustin never caught on, especially the time when I served him cold, uncooked lasagne. He saw it before I got the chance to heat it up.

Dustin Cage; She makes a good lasagne though.

The credits roll again, and the logo reappears. The crowd laugh as the video goes off. 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, closely followed by Jodie Jackson and his manager, Matt Lanegan. They walk to the ring without making a fuss, and wait for JX's opponent as the crowd show what disdain they have for him.

Dean Nathaniel; The crowd ain't exactly for JX Lighthouse, are they Robert?

Robert Purcell; And you ain't exactly Sherlock Holmes, are you Dean? But it doesn't take a detective to figure out that it'll be Lighthouse walking out of the arena tonight with the win under his belt.

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.

Dean Nathaniel; He looks ready for action, Robert! I've got no reason to believe he can't walk away with the win tonight and advance to Origins with a chance to win the International Championship.

The two men throw themselves straight into the match as soon as the bell rings, hitting each other with everything they have. Putting an end to the brief punch up, Dias drops to his knees and delivers an uppercut to the chin of his opponent. JX Lighthouse staggers backwards, but Marcello Dias is quick to grab him and bring him crashing to the mat with a belly to belly suplex. Dias is quick on bringing Lighthouse back to his feet so he can deliver more punishment, but it is Lighthouse who gets the advantage as he hits Dias with a low blow, bedding his knee right into the more delicate areas of Marcello's body. The crowd jeer Lighthouse as Marcello sinks to his knees, holding on to his 'jewels'. JX takes a moment to taunt the crowd as Dias slowly gets back to his feet.

Dean Nathaniel; Aw c'mon referee! That cant go unpunished!

Robert Purcell; Aw c'mon, Dean! Stop being such a goody two shoes!

The two men again meet in the centre of the ring, but this time they decide to grapple with each other, each man trying to get the strength advantage. JX Lighthouse quickly shoves his thumb in the eye of Marcello, blinding him momentarily. Lighthouse grabs Dias and delivers a sit-out jawbreaker, which again has the crowd jeering and booing. Lighthouse leaves Dias in the centre of the ring, heading to the corner and jumping to the top rope from the inside. After taking a moment to survey the crowd, Lighthouse comes flying off the turnbuckle with an outstanding corkscrew moonsault. JX twists through the air, before crashing on top of Marcello Dias as Jodie Jackson and Matt Lanegan cheer their man on at ringside.

Robert Purcell; What a move! Why are these fans sitting on their hands?

Dean Nathaniel; It seems no matter what he does, JX Lighthouse will never be popular with the fans.

Lighthouse goes for the pin, but can only manage to get a one and a half count as Dias gets his shoulder up. Lighthouse flips to his feet and goes over to the corner. He stands in the corner, waiting for Dias to get to his feet. When Dias gets to a standing position Lighthouse comes flying out of the corner and attempts a superkick, but Dias ducks and counters with a Cyclone Kick, which sends Lighthouse right to the mat. Dias then performs a standing moonsault on Lighthouse, before quickly getting to his feet and running over to the turnbuckle. Dias climbs to the top as the crowd rise to their feet.

Dean Nathaniel; The crowd are anticipating something big here, and so am I!

Robert Purcell; I just wish a gust of wind would come and blow the idiot off the turnbuckle.

The crowd pop as Dias comes flying off the top rope with the Copo de Gra�a! The Swanton hits it's intended target and does some serious damage, but not as much damage as Dias would have liked, as his pin attempt is kicked out of before the count of three can be made. Dias remains composed and gets to his feet, before picking Lighthouse up and throwing him into the ropes. However, Lighthouse takes Dias by surprise and comes back at him, hitting a flying headscissors which takes Dias to the mat.

Dean Nathaniel; That was good quick thinking from JX Lighthouse! He's certainly showing Dias and all of us that he's not afraid to throw himself headlong into this contest!

Robert Purcell; And he's gonna be the one advancing here tonight towards the International Title, whether the fans like it or not!

JX then drops to the mat, and on the instructions of his manager, applies a half crab, half nelson combo. Dias tries his best to break free of the hold, and the referee asks Dias if he wants to give up and tap out, but Dias gives a very blunt no as the crowd cheer encouragement for their favourite Brazilian. Coming to the conclusion that Dias won't tap, JX Lighthouse breaks the hold and begins to stomp away on the neck and shoulder area of Dias. Lighthouse then drags Marcello Dias up, and sends him crashing back to the mat with a DDT.

Robert Purcell; Ouch! Finish him JX, finish him!

JX goes for the pin, but can only get the two count as Dias quickly gets his shoulder up. An ever increasingly frustrated JX drags Dias to his feet and goes to whip him into the turnbuckle, but Dias reverses the move and sends JX crashing into the corner. The velocity sends JX into a seated position, and Dias then runs in and hits JX with the Desarranjado. JX remains stuck in the corner, hurting as Dias drags him up and delivers a monkey flip. JX lands in the centre of the ring, and the crowd cheer Dias on as he looks out and around at them. He signals for the big finish.

Robert Purcell; Oh dear.

Dean Nathaniel; Dias has his sights set on the semi-finals, Robert!

Dias grabs Lighthouse as he stands up, hooking him by the arms, and turning him over into position for the Friamente! The crowd cheers as Dias prepares to hit the move, but the referee is distracted as Matt Lanegan gets onto the apron! Dias drops Lighthouse on the ground with little impact, looking on, but Angelina runs over, flooring Jodie Jackson with a clothesline! She turns and grabs Lanegan by the ankles, yanking him off the apron, and chin-first into the edge of the ring! Lanegan hits the ground, and Dias turns his attention back to the match, catching Lighthouse over his shoulders as he staggers backwards. Dias lifts him up and spins around, executing the Furac�o! The crowd cheers as Dias nails the Dragon suplex, before making a cover for one, two, three! The bell rings, and Dias stands up, celebrating his advance to Origins!

Dean Nathaniel; Marcello Dias has it, Robert, and in no small part thanks to Angelina! I think she can claim a vital assist on that one!

Robert Purcell; Stupid interfering bitch...just as long as the two of them get what's coming from Hall or Bane. They won't be celebrating then, will they?

Dias and Angelina head up the ramp, as Lanegan and Jackson check on Lighthouse in the ring. We head to the backstage area, where we see Kris Kraven wandering around the corridors, with no real purpose. From out of nowhere, he is approached by 'The God of Pain', Bane. With a baseball bat in hand, Bane grabs Kraven and backs him up against the nearby wall.

Bane; It's time for you to make up for your little performance earlier, Kraven! The match between Enclosure and Gamblers Anonymous is about to take place, and the winner of that match will be facing you and Billy at Origins. So you see, what I want...no, need you to do, is to head out to the ring with this baseball bat and deliver some damage. You understand? I want you to tear them apart, till there is no chance in hell that they'll be able to go to Origins at 100 percent! And make sure you pull this one off successfully, Kraven!

Bane hands Kris Kraven the baseball bat, before walking away. The camera zooms in on Kraven, who looks down at the bat with no emotion. He turns away and walks off with the bat in hand. The camera changes scene, and Walt Houston is seen walking down the halls. He sees a pen on the ground and bends down to look at it, as the camera pans in with him to see it.

Walt Houston; Nope. Not it.

Suddenly a pair of very attractive legs come into view, wearing white high heel shoes. The male fans cheer, and Houston looks up and gets to his feet, as it turns out that Emma Hanson is standing by with a microphone in her hand.

Emma Hanson; Well well well...you must be Walt Houston?

Walt Houston; That I must. Can I help you ma'am?

Emma Hanson; Oh, of course. I'm sure you've heard of me...Emma Hanson.

Walt Houston; Oh yeah!  Another reporter. What can I do you for?

Emma Hanson; Ha ha ha! You're as charming as you are cute! Actually, I was wondering if you could give me an...

Hanson gets really close to Houston and whispers in his ear.

Emma Hanson; ...in depth...personal interview. Very...personal. Maybe I can even find out why they call you 'White Hot'...

Walt Houston; Gee, I think I'd really like that, ma'am, but I promised my buddy El Kabong Jr that I'd try to find out who borrowed his lucky pen.

Emma Hanson; Oh...um, well, look no further! I borrowed it!

Walt Houston; Really? Can I have it?

Emma Hanson; Oh sure...it's in this room back here!

Walt Houston; Wait a sec...how do I know you really have El Kabong's pen, and you're not just trying to trick me into giving you that personal interview early? Tell me what it looks like!

Emma Hanson; Oh, um...it's a...ballpoint pen.

Walt Houston; Nice try, Miss Hanson, but incorrect. Now I'm sorry, but I've really got to find that lucky pen of El Kabong's. Maybe I'll give you that personal interview later, cool?

Houston pats Hanson gently on the shoulder as he walks away. Emma Hanson looks disappointed, but sneaks a quick look at Houston's behind anyway, raising an eyebrow in approval.

Dean Nathaniel; Well folks, we have some news for you from the medical staff here at Creation Wrestling. Last week Crimson landed quite painfully after his elimination from the battle royal by Scottie Rayda, forcing what many suspected to be nothing more than a sprained wrist. However it turns out the injury is more serious than first anticipated, and Crimson has in fact suffered a minor fracture of his left radius, a bone of the forearm. It was originally thought he would be able to work through the injury, but upon the advice of a specialist, Crimson will now be out of action for an indefinite amount of time.

Robert Purcell; As if Scottie Rayda didn't have enough to gloat about already.

Dean Nathaniel; Well on behalf of all the staff at Creation, we wish Crimson a speedy recovery, and we hope to see him back amongst our ranks soon. But we are all set now for the second of our Tag Team Championship contendership matches, as Enclosure prepare to take on the tandem of Jeff Maverick and Ethan Sebastian, otherwise known as Gamblers Anonymous.

Robert Purcell; This is no gamble for those two tonight.

Dean Nathaniel; I think everyone is watching this match with some interest, particularly The Bane-Shees, who will be facing the winners of this contest on Sunday night, that is, if Billy The Brilliant can recover from his ankle problem!

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 climb the near turnbuckles, raising their arms into the air. They climb down and discuss the upcoming match between the two of them as their music cuts.

Dean Nathaniel; This is a big chance for Enclosure, at least after last week's events, and particularly for Dustin Cage. He came with a hairs breadth of a shot at the Heavyweight title, only for The Black Circle to tear it from his hands.

Robert Purcell; Well he won't get any sympathy from Maverick and Sebastian, nor will Melissa.

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

Dean Nathaniel; Ethan Sebastian and Dustin Cage to kick things off in this contest.

Cage and Sebastian circle the ring as the bell sounds, locking up. Sebastian quickly rolls into a collar and elbow tie up, but Cage attempts to deliver a backdrop. Sebastian lands on his feet, ducking a clothesline from Dustin. He counters with a few jabs to the face, backing him against the ropes, and whipping him across the ring. Ethan attempts to level Dustin with a clothesline, but Cage slides through his legs, standing up. Sebastian spins around, right into a dropkick for a quick pin and kickout. Cage immediately stands up, climbing the top rope, but Kris Kraven comes walking down the ramp!

Dean Nathaniel; I wondered how long it would take for him to involve himself!

Dustin sees Kraven on the outside holding a baseball bat, and forgets his intended target. He dives off the top rope to the outside, landing on Kraven with a crash as the crowd lets out a huge cheer! Distracted by the fuss on the outside, none of the remaining three see as Billy The Brilliant rolls into the ring with his crutches! He picks himself up and grabs a crutch, hammering Ethan Sebastian in the back of the head! The referee calls for the bell, and Jeff Maverick immediately dives into the ring, knocking Billy down with a dropkick. He leans over BTB and begins to lash at him with right hands, as Sebastian holds the back of his skull in pain. Melissa Cage heads over to aid her brother, and they lift Kraven up, tossing him into the ringsteps!

Dean Nathaniel; Things don't quite seem to be going according to plan for The Bane-Shees! I guess they slightly underestimated the numbers game, even with weapons at their disposal!

Robert Purcell; Bane is not going to be pleased!

Jeff Maverick picks up BTB, pushing him towards Ethan Sebastian, who raises Billy over his shoulders, driving him into the mat with the Drop A Bollock! The crowd cheers as Sebastian and Maverick stand over Billy, turning to face Enclosure, as they look down at Kraven. The two teams face off, Enclosure walking up the ramp, as The Bane-Shees are left lying on the ground! We go back into The Super Dudes locker room, where 'Sexy' Steve Sanders is still pretending to be El Kabong Jr in the mirror.

Steve Sanders; N-n-never f-f-fear...um, uh, Cit-t-t-tizen Rob-b-binson! I...um, uh...the M-M-Master of Luch-ch-cha Lib-b-b-b...

El Kabong Jr; Steve Sanders!

The crowd laughs and cheers as El Kabong Jr comes into the scene carrying some sort of medium sized box. He is wearing a different mask, as well as a sleeveless version of his newest t-shirt, that just reads "OLE!". Steve Sanders quickly takes the mask off, and looks slightly embarassed.

Steve Sanders; Oh...uh...um, h-hi, K-K-Kabong.

El Kabong Jr; Stevie, what'd I tell you about wearing my mask?

Steve Sanders; Only t-t-to...um, imp-p-press the ladies...

El Kabong Jr; ...and are there any ladies around?

Steve Sanders; Um...I w-w-was p-p-practising?

El Kabong Jr; Good enough. Where's Walt at?

Houston comes into the scene, holding a pen. Kabong turns around and sees the pen, a smile on his face.

El Kabong Jr; Hey! Is that my pen?

Walt Houston; Yeah.

Walt hands Kabong an ink pen, and the camera gets a close up. The pen turns out to be the type with the lady on it, that when you turn it upside down it makes her clothes disappear! Kabong tries it, and laughs as he puts it in his pocket.

El Kabong Jr; Awesome! Muy excellente! So who ended up having it?

Walt Houston; Ethan Sebastian, of all people.

El Kabong Jr; Really? What did that guy need to write?

Walt Houston; Um...I don't think he was using your lucky pen to write. Least he wasn't when I found him.

El Kabong Jr;  Ewww! Dude, that's grosser than Star Jones in a tube top!

Walt Houston; Really?

El Kabong Jr; Wait a second...nope, they're both equally gross...ick! I need a bath!

Walt Houston; Well, we found your lucky pen. And I've finally had more to do than just provide you with a straight man, with my one line responses! You know what, tonight could be the beginning of a better start for me in the CW! I feel more confident! And I almost got to look up Emma Hanson's skirt!

El Kabong Jr; Ooooo! Muy muy muy excellente! Yes, mi amigo Houston, tonight is looking to be a great night! Even better, thanks to what's in this box...

Dean Nathaniel; So Robert, what do you think Kabong has in the box?

Robert Purcell; I don't know, but I'll hedge my bets that Scottie Rayda isn't going to like it.

We cut to a shot of Paul Castle, who stands outside the office of President Justin England. He knocks on the door, and after a few seconds, England walks out and stares at Castle.

Justin England; If you'll make it quick, Paul, I'm busy preparing paperwork for the contract signing.

Paul Castle; Well I'd like your thoughts on what we've just witnessed out in the ring. The tag team match scheduled was ruined by the interference of The Bane-Shees, and given that we have no outright winners of that match, what is the plan for Origins?

Justin England; Well as far as I'm concerned, The Bane-Shees had no place going out there, and if they hadn't already won their place in the Tag Team title match, I'd be setting up a one on one right now. However, since Billy and Kraven have managed to beat Jack And Johnny, I feel the only thing I can do is to allow both Gamblers Anonymous and Enclosure to compete with them at the pay-per-view in a triple threat match. Now if you'll excuse me...

England walks back into the room, and we cut back to ringside. 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.

Robert Purcell; Come on, where's the standing ovation for this man? He's the biggest genius in the whole of Creation Wrestling!

Dean Nathaniel; Are you sure? I heard Jeff Maverick had a degree in Economics.

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

Dean Nathaniel; I guess the fans will have trouble getting behind somebody in this match. Although I imagine one or two of them will be rooting for Drachen Hall, given who he is facing.

Robert Purcell; No they won't. They'll just cheer for the guy that wins, like they always do.

Dean Nathaniel; You really don't like our fans, do you?

Robert Purcell; Of course not – surely you can smell them from here.

The bell rings, and the match begins. Hall paces up and down his side of the ring as Bane stands his ground, watching him, before goading him to take a free swing. Hall walks over and throws a punch to little, if any, effect. He tries again, and Bane barely registers once more. He rears back to take another punch, then kicks Bane in the midsection and dropkicks him down.

Dean Nathaniel; Now those are the actions of a genius!

Robert Purcell; Of course! Lulling Hall into a false sense of security, drawing him in, look!

Hall goes to pick Bane off the canvas, only to receive a couple of punches to the midsection, followed by a short arm clothesline. Hall gets back to his feet, although seeming a little stunned at the last shot, and is open for a hard shoulder block that sends him flying back down to the canvas. Bane still doesn't see the need to make a cover, and taunts Hall to get up. Again Hall rises, looking rather pissed off, and again Bane swoops in for another hard clothesline, only for Hall to duck underneath and take him down with a hangmans neckbreaker, which he combines with an oOlahoma roll to get the first count of the night, with Bane kicking out at one and a half.

Robert Purcell; I told you that Hall was smart!

Dean Nathaniel; You did?

Robert Purcell; Sure I did! Don't you ever take note of the words of wisdom I reel off all the time?

Hall keeps the upper hand by dragging Bane to his feet, and hitting a couple of knees into his midriff. He hooks him up, ready to deliver a snap suplex, only to find some resistance from his much larger opponent. Hall clubs a couple of forearms to his back, but part way up, Bane once again drops down to his feet and tries to counter with his own suplex. Hall floats over and runs the ropes, but he runs into Bane's arms and is lifted off the canvas into a press slam. Bane stands with his opponent dangling helplessly in the air for a moment, then walks towards the ropes and tosses him straight to the arena floor, to the disbelief of the crowd!

Robert Purcell; Oh my god, Bane just killed Drachen Hall!

Bane rolls out of the ring to the floor and approaches the grounded Hall, who has barely moved. Bane picks him up by his hair and smashes a forearm into his face, then measures him for a punch, and connects. Hall is staggered by this punch, and drops to one knee, but Bane keeps coming with several punches to his exposed face.

Dean Nathaniel; Hall is barely able to defend himself here after that throw from the ring! He fell a good ten feet!

Bane stops for a moment to look around the crowd, soaking up their jeers, and smiles to himself. Once more he approaches Hall, and drives his fist into his skull. This time, however, Hall doesn't go down, and glares straight at Bane. Again, he drives his fist into his skull, only for Hall to encourage him to keep hitting him. Another punch, and suddenly Hall explodes onto his feet and floors Bane with a thunderous clothesline, and mounts him to deliver his own flurry of punches, as the referee starts getting a little louder with his cries for them to reenter the ring. Hall reacts by looking up toward him, and suddenly Bane wraps his hand around his throat, with evil intentions glowing in his eyes.

Dean Nathaniel; This doesn't look too rosy for Drachen Hall.

Bane reaches his feet, Hall firmly in his grasp, but Hall suddenly grabs his arm and somehow manages an armdrag out of the position. He rolls back into the ring quickly, making the immediate attack on Bane as he climbs into the ring, with several stomps to his head, followed by a baseball slide. He drops an axehandle to Bane's chest, then backs off and demands he get up. Bane slowly starts to rise, fixing his eyes on his opponent, before Hall charges with an attempted dropkick, which is just swatted away as if it were nothing. Bane then grabs his opponent, and locks his head between his legs.

Dean Nathaniel; Now this is where Drachen Hall doesn't want to be.

Robert Purcell; The results of this move could be nothing other than bad!

Bane muscles Hall above his head, only to have him roll over with a sunset flip for a two count, with Bane kicking out and reversing it into his own pin attempt for his two-count. Hall bridges out attempting another pin attempt, only to have it scouted by Bane, who manages to manoeuvre himself back into the position for a powerbomb. This time, there is no counter as Hall is flipped up and planted into the canvas with a thunderous impact! Bane gets ready to cover, but Steele drags him to the outside!

Dean Nathaniel; That was a smart move.

Robert Purcell; I have to admit, I don't know who the better guy is in this matchup. In fact, I probably won't decide who I'm supporting until after the final bell.

Chris Steele helps his student back to his feet, but Hall is glassy eyed from the effects of the powerbomb. Steele shakes Hall to get him to come round, as Bane descends to the floor on the other side of the ring. He stalks behind Steele and grabs him, throwing him into the crowd barrier, then tossing Hall back inside the ring. Bane climbs in and picks up his baseball bat from the ring apron.

Robert Purcell; This match is gonna be over faster than Hall can say 'ow, that hurt!'.

Bane measures up his opponent for Gabriel's Revenge, as Steele rises to his feet. Bane takes a big swing directly at his head, but at the last possible moment, Hall ducks and the bat swishes nothing but the air. Hall rolls through and tries a school boy, for another close count. As Bane gets back to his feet, Hall charges, and counters Bane's backdrop attempt with a spiked DDT. The two men slowly get back to their feet, and Bane quickly strikes with a boot to the midsection. He brings his bat into play once more, first by using it to choke Hall, then turning around and lifting him onto his back, supported only by a Louisville Slugger around the throat!

Robert Purcell; Is that legal?

Dean Nathaniel; The referee seems a little laxidaisical towards Bane's methods of winning this contest!

The referee forces Bane to drop his opponent on the canvas, and the big man protests to the referee as Hall tries to remember how to breathe. Bane turns back to his opponent and straight into the Lunatic High! He staggers in a circle, straight into a stiff kick to the midsection, as Hall loads him up for The Hallmark! Hall tries to lift Bane up, but once more the size issue sees Bane drop back to the canvas. He attempts a backdrop, but Hall rolls through once again, getting another close count!

Dean Nathaniel; That had to be a two and nine tenths count right there!

Getting irritated after his numerous attempts to put away his opponent, Hall backs into the corner and measures him up. Bane rises and Hall crashes straight into him with a spear, followed by mounted punches, which sees him dragged off by the referee. Rather than heed his advice, Hall dives back onto Bane and aims several more fierce rights at his face, with the referee trying to restore order. As Hall pauses to tell him where to go, Bane wraps his arms around Hall, climbs back to his feet, spins around and sends Hall flying across the ring with a belly to belly suplex! Seeing Hall down on the canvas Bane gets a crazed look on his face, and scrapes him back up. He scoops him up for The Implosion and Hall struggles desperately to escape, managing to land on his feet. Bane turns around and faces Hall, advancing, but Hall counters with a drop toehold, and Bane gets choked on the middle rope!

Dean Nathaniel; Drachen Hall is giving Bane more of a match than he would have anticipated! This is a very even matchup, despite the difference in size between these two men!

Suddenly Chris Cairns comes running down the aisle, jumping onto the apron. The referee stops him getting involved, keeping him from getting involved in the contest. Drachen Hall turns to see what all the fuss is about as Bane drags himself over to where his baseball bat lies, taking it in his grasp as he picks himself up.

Dean Nathaniel; Cheating again! Can't these two do anything by the book?

Robert Purcell; Well they've cheated their way to the top, why stop now?

Bane stands up and stares at Drachen Hall as Hall argues with Cairns. He turns around as Bane charges forward, but he ducks the shot, and Bane knocks the referee down! The referee hits the ground, and Chris Cairns looks down at him with an expression of 'oops' evident on his face. Chris Steele looks on, unsure whether he should get involved as Hall kicks the bat from Bane's hand and fights him with right hands, tossing him towards the ropes, but Bane reverses. He catches Hall on the rebound, kicking him in the midsection, before raising him up for The Implosion! Bane drops down, laying Hall's head into the mat as the referee lies on the ground! Bane goes to cover Hall, but Chris shouts him over.

Dean Nathaniel; Covering him isn't gonna serve for anything. The referee is barely moving over there!

Robert Purcell; I think Chris Cairns has a better idea!

Chris whispers something to Bane, who turns around with a smile on his face. Chris drops to the arena floor as Bane grabs the baseball bat, setting it in Drachen Hall's hand! He drops to the ground, laying still on the floor, as Chris Cairns does his best to wake up the referee! Hall ever so slowly begins to get up, the baseball bat still in his hand.

Dean Nathaniel; Oh no, what is the referee gonna think when he sees this?

Chris Steele shouts to Hall to drop the bat from outside the ring, as Cairns continues to try and wake up the referee. Steele diverts his attention to Cairns, running over quickly to confront him, but Chris quickly gets out of the way as the referee stands up. He feels the back of his head, seeing the bat in Hall's hand, and calling for the bell!

Dean Nathaniel; Don't tell me he's fallen for it!

Robert Purcell; I think he has! Score a point for The Black Circle!

The referee goes over and raises Bane's hand, the big man still faking injury as he slowly picks himself up! Chris Cairns slides in and pretends to be helping Bane stand on his own two feet, as Chris Steele drags Hall out of the ring and remonstrates the decision. The two begin to walk away, but then "Offend In Every Way" by The White Stripes hits, and Commissioner Kennedy Wilson walks out onto the stage with a microphone. His music dies quickly, and all five turn to face him as he addresses them.

Kennedy Wilson; I'm not the kind of man who particularly enjoys having to interject in proceedings, but I can't let this go. I'm not going to reverse the referee's decision, as badly called as it was, but what I am going to do is this. A semi-final spot was on the line in that match, which Bane now holds. However, since Drachen Hall was effectively cheated out of that contest, I hereby rule that he will also go through to take on Marcello Dias on Sunday, in a triple threat match!

Wilson walks off the stage, his music playing. The referee looks around in confusion as Chris Cairns curses, and Bane shakes his head in annoyance. Drachen Hall and Steele continue up the ramp, turning back to face The Black Circle. Steele smiles as he and Hall stare down the aisle, before turning away.

Dean Nathaniel; Let this be a lesson to The Black Circle! This is one federation you can't cheat your way to the top in!

Robert Purcell; Why did Wilson even have to stick his nose in anyway? This match was running fine as it was! Now this whole tournament just got stupid and complicated!

Dean Nathaniel; Well we have our last four - or five, as it now stands - competitors for the International title tournament! This Sunday Miami Missile will square off with Seven, and Marcello Dias will step into the ring with both Bane and Drachen Hall! This is shaping up to be a very intriguing competition!

Bane and Chris Cairns head off stage, as we cut to see President Justin England walking through the corridors. We quickly swop to the image of Scottie Rayda as he does the same, before the fans greet a shot of El Kabong Jr with cheers. Ring attendants line the canvas with red carpet, and a desk and two chairs are brought to ringside for the contract signing.

Dean Nathaniel; Well now that everything else is out of the way, it's time we get down to the very serious matter of the Creation Heavyweight Championship! The contract signing is about to take place between Scottie Rayda and El Kabong Jr, and if the tension between the two thus far spills over tonight, we are in for a very eventful meeting! These two have barely shut up since Rayda got a place in this contest!

Robert Purcell; It's simply two men vying for the biggest prize in the federation. It's all mind games at this stage, Dean, seeing who can get the upper hand going into the match. It's an age-old tactic.

Dean Nathaniel; But tonight they will both enter the same ring, and Justin England may well find it hard to keep us from getting a preview of the title match on this very night!

"Is This It" by The Strokes plays, and blue and white lights flash all over the arena as the crowd welcome Justin England onto the stage, holding a clipboard. He stops at the top of the ramp and waves out to the fans for a moment, before walking down the aisle and climbing the ringsteps into the ring. He climbs in and acknowledges the fans, before being passed a microphone from ringside. The ring has a red carpet covering it, and two chairs stand either side of a desk in the centre.

Justin England; I have, here in my hand, the official contract for the main event at Origins, and in a moments time, I will invite Scottie Rayda and El Kabong Jr to come down to this ring and sign it. But before we do that, I'd like to...

Suddenly 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 into the middle of the ring and snatches the microphone from England, sitting on one of the chairs and kicking his feet up on the desk. England stares at him, obviously a little annoyed. The fans chant "Rude Boy!", as Scottie looks around at them.

Scottie Rayda; Well well well, if I don't find myself sitting in the middle of the ring, looking at a contract for the main event at Origins. I'd like to start by thanking Justin for giving me this opportunity in the first place...but I won't.

The crowd jeer, and Justin's smile turns back into a frown as he stares a hole through Rayda. Scottie stands up and looks England in the face, addressing the President.

Scottie Rayda; I mean, let's be honest. You weren't much before me, were you? Having to rely on guys like El Kabong Jr to pull in the viewers, make you a little money on merchandise, it doesn't make good business sense. And so you hired me, Scottie Rayda, the one man who can take your little federation here and make it watchable. If someone like Dustin Cage were stood in this ring instead of me right now, how many of you would be happy? I mean really?

Almost every single one of the fans reacts with a cheer, which annoys Scottie, quite visibly.

Dean Nathaniel; That's a pretty comprehensive answer.

Scottie Rayda; Well, ignoring you lot. I can't say much for your intelligence, after all, you all seem to be rooting for El Kabong Jr at the pay-per-view. I hope you all know you're going to go home disappointed.

The fans jeer, but then 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 as El Kabong Jr is seen walking through the crowd, carefully guarding the box in his hand, and wearing a long red and black jacket, his family mask design embroidered onto the back. He jumps over the guardrail and slides into the ring, holding out his arms in a crucifix as pyros explode from the ringposts. He walks straight over to the table and sits down, putting the box down and taking out his lucky pen.

Dean Nathaniel; Looks like El Kabong Jr is all business! He wants this match signed and sealed!

Robert Purcell; I guess that box is a gift for Scottie after all!

Justin England looks at El Kabong Jr, and turns to Scottie Rayda. Rayda looks down at Kabong, then around at the fans. England motions for Scottie to take a seat, which he does. He puts the microphone on the table, as England pushes the contract under his gaze. Rayda glares at El Kabong Jr, who looks around at the supportive crowd with a smile. Scottie finally turns away from him, concentrating his focus on the contract, as another chant of "Rude Boy!" breaks out. Kabong slaps his right palm against his head, in a comical show of 'despair'. Scottie looks back up and scowls at the fans surrounding the ring.

Dean Nathaniel; You'd think Scottie would be dying to sign the contract.

Robert Purcell; Yeah, but it ain't going anywhere is it? He can only scowl at the crowd for a few more minutes.

El Kabong Jr looks at Scottie with a smirk, laughing at the fans obvious support for him. Rayda takes the pen from the top of the clipboard and runs through the contract briefly, before signing it. He slides it to Justin England, who inspects it, before passing it across to El Kabong Jr. El Kabong looks it up and down, hesitating himself as the fans continue to chant his name. Rayda ignores them, staring a hole straight through his opponent instead, as Justin England keeps watch.

Dean Nathaniel; Well Scottie's got his name on the contract, now it's just up to El Kabong Jr and his lucky pen.

Robert Purcell; Well, he'd better keep one eye on Scottie Rayda. The guy is getting more and more angry with every passing second of this "Rude Boy" chant, which - funnily enough - El Kabong seems to be quite enjoying.

El Kabong Jr lifts up his pen and looks at the contract again, putting the pen to the paper. He is briefly distracted by the woman on the pen losing her clothes, sniggering to himself, before snapping out of it and signing the contract. He passes it back to Justin England, and puts the pen into his pocket. He looks at Rayda and smiles, and the two men stare at one another as the President briefly inspects their signatures. He picks up the microphone and turns to the crowd.

Justin England; Ladies and gentlemen, I am pleased to say that the match is now official! This Sunday El Kabong Jr and Scottie Rayda will face off at Origins, for the Creation Heavyweight Championship!

Justin turns around and faces the two men, who continue to stare at one another. Kabong breaks the staredown and turns to Justin England, motioning for the microphone. England passes it over to him, and Kabong stands up. Rayda gets up himself, standing guard as Kabong addresses the Winnipeg Arena.

El Kabong Jr; Amigos, amigas. Ladies and gentlemen...and I guess you too, Rayda. Wait, I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be...rude. Quite the opposite, in fact. You see, so many harsh words, so many hurt feelings. It was never meant to go this far, Rayda, so I hope you'll accept my apology for constantly saying things like 'you're an idiot'...or 'you're a knucklehead', or even 'you're so stupid I'm surprised you don't come out here with your pants on your head and a toothbrush up your ass'. Yes, I apologise. I'm sorry. I want us to start with a clean slate going into Origins, and have a nice, respectable match. So to try and amend for some of the horrible things that have been said over the past week, I've decided to buy you a cake! But first, we must shake hands!

El Kabong Jr walks towards Rayda and extends his hand. Justin England keeps a close eye on the situation as Rayda looks around at the fans, who seem to be willing him to accept Kabong's offer of friendship.

Dean Nathaniel; What's to think about?

Robert Purcell; There's more to it than free cake, Dean, if Rayda shakes his hand he'll be going back on everything he's said over the past week, both about El Kabong Jr and the fans! It'd be like giving up his values!

Rayda finally turns to Kabong, seemingly thinking things through, before extending his hand. Kabong seems surprised by Scottie's acceptance, but the two men shake, before turning to face the crowd. Kabong raises his other hand and acknowledges the cheering crowd, but he gets floored by the Australian!

Robert Purcell; Haha, what an idiot! El Kabong Jr should have known!

Rayda looks over Kabong, laughing as Justin England tries to stop him doing any more damage. Rayda pushes England down, and grabs Kabong by the head. The crowd watch with excitement as Rayda lifts Kabong up in a press slam, dropping his head into the desk, before picking him up again and kicking him in the gut! He signals for the Triple Powerbomb, but Justin England gets in his face again, telling him to stop. Rayda ignores his warnings and lifts Kabong up, but El Kabong counters with a hurracanrana! The crowd goes wild as Kabong sends Rayda sprawling across the ring, running over and delivering a number of punches. He whips Rayda across the ring, delivering a dropkick, before springing up onto the top rope! El Kabong Jr looks around at the fans as they go crazy for him, before diving off the top rope and delivering the El Kabong Special Splash!

Dean Nathaniel; El Kabong Jr just stuck the exclamation point on that signature!

El Kabong Jr gets up and walks over to the table, picking up the box. He opens the lid and walks over, standing over Scottie Rayda as Justin England looks on. Kabong beckons the camera over, and lifts the box up to reveal a cake, reading 'Rayda Sucks'! The crowd goes wild as El Kabong takes the cake out of the box, lifting it up, and dumping it over the Australian! His music hits, and the fans let out a wild cheer for the luchador as he stands over Rayda, raising his arms into the air!

Robert Purcell; That takes the biscuit.

Dean Nathaniel; Looks more like cake to me, Robert! El Kabong Jr has certainly had the last laugh here tonight, even after Rayda tried that cheap shot! If Scottie Rayda suffers the Special Splash on Sunday, the title is as good as gone!

Robert Purcell; It's not gonna be this easy at Origins, Dean, and well you know it.

Dean Nathaniel; That may well be so, but we will see come the pay-per-view! As for tonight, well, Scottie may be covered in vanilla sponge, but El Kabong Jr is the man who's having his cake and eating it! See you Sunday!

El Kabong Jr leaves the ring, walking up the ramp, the fans chanting "Rude Boy!" once again as Rayda lies in a mass of sponge and icing! He turns over and looks up the ramp at Kabong, who laughs to himself as Scottie scowls back from the ring!