The screen is black until a cross hair suddenly comes onto the screen from the bottom. It centers itself, shoots once, goes right slightly… another gun shot… and right once accompanied by another gun shot. The cross hair goes off of the screen and you can see three bullet holes. Suddenly, where each of the shots were, you can see the “black screen” fall back, each in specific shapes. X W A Just as this happens A Pleasant Shade of Gray VII by Fates Warning begins to play. The pianos go crazy as the emotive guitar intro begins. The yellow and red letters magnify into the screen until it is all you can see, and then fade into a shot of the Bloodlines standing together in the ring… Stare from the darkness Hear the silence call? It shows multiple clips of each of their accomplishments this past month, including a clip of Yakimoto Atomic Bombing Afwa and getting his contendership… Devise divisions, delay decisions, Watch the hours crawl and... It now shows a shot of Buffler admiring his immense Buffness, of course, accompanied by his left and right arms. Then it shows him talking to Annabelle Lee, the intensity in his face normally unseen by the egotistical man with cereal filled with arm marshmallows. Let nothing bleed into nothing and do nothing… The chorus hits and it shows a shot of Hardcore Hitman standing alone in the ring, barbwire bat in hand. The cameras zoom into his eyes and you can see the focus and intensity. Let nothing bleed into nothing and do nothing at all… Now we see Keebler in the ring, also with a barbwire bat. It focuses on his eyes much like it did with Hitman, but while doing so, overlayed transparently we see clips of the brutal display from two Warfares ago. Recite soliloquies to shadows on the wall It now shows Miss Perfect at one of her many photo shoots looking stunning as usual. It then shows her on the wooden swing in Texas as the thunder booms, lightning flashes, and rain pours down. Revise revisions, reverse decisions Watch our heros fall and... We see Harmony Taylor holding the Television Title. It switches over to a shot of her picking up Hannah while she wipes away tears… Let nothing bleed into nothing and do nothing… It now shows Annabelle Lee taking a drag of a cigarette after being tossed out of the bar earlier in the week. Then, a shot of her in the middle of the ring with her fists clinched. Focus on her eyes much like that when the chorus last hit… Let nothing bleed into nothing and do nothing at all… We now see Buffler in the ring, buff as ever. The cameras focus on his eyes and within them you can see clips of him hitting all kinds of dropkicks and Buff Bombs onto various opponents. The song breaks down after the chorus and the ring is empty. The lights flash in and out and the cameras now point up towards the ramp way. When the lights are on, you can see Chris Bomber standing at the very top, cracking his neck. I want you to do me a favor... I want you to get a gun...and just shoot me! Shoot me! The song picks up again and the lights remain on now as the chorus hits and Chris Bomber begins to walk down towards the ring. Let nothing bleed into nothing and do nothing… He steps in and it now shows Terry Yakimoto making his way into the ring, but from the other side of the barricade. He steps into the ring and the two are now face to face. Let nothing bleed into nothing and do nothing at all… The cameras fast forward through all of the clips we just saw… Let nothing bleed into nothing and do nothing… Now it rotates around the ring, starting with Levi Ash in the ring. With each second that passes we see a different XWA superstar standing within, until we’ve seen each one, and we are back to a shot of the empty arena. Let nothing bleed into nothing and do nothing at all… Suddenly one by one, crashing down from the top and cutting through the screen like blades, the screen divides into six different sections. Each section focused on the eyes of the triple main eventers. From left to right, Hardcore Hitman, Kris Keebler, Annabelle Lee, Buffler, Terry Yakimoto… and Chris Bomber. The screen explodes as the song ends and we are now in the arena with the fans going absolutely WILD! The camera pans around and we catch the signs, “The Rising Son shall be blown away!” “I LOVE CHEESE!” “Marry Me Miss Perfect” “The Buffness is BACK!” and “Ahmad is MY SAVIOUR!”. The cameras swing around now to the commentators, Biff Reno and Paul Spagz… Spagz: WELCOME EVERYBODY TO SEEK AND DESTROY! Tonight is going to be yet another classic XWA historical night, as is every pay per view, because the XWA is THE place to be! Biff: And that’s why tonight, we’re not going over every match. Why waste time? You the fans know what’s coming, so lets get right down to business! LET THE NIGHT BEGIN! Cindy Miller: The first match of the night is a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH TO DETERMINE THE NUMBER 1 CONTENDER FOR THE XTREME STIPULATIONS TITLE! Introducing first, weighting in at 157 pounds and standing 5 feet 7 inches... MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS PEEEEEEEEEERFEEEEEEEEEEEECT! *"Drama" by L7 blares through the PA system as the crowd boos loudly. A few moments pass, and nothing happens. Cindy Miller looks confused* Cindy Miller: MIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIISS PEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEERFEEEEEEEEEEECT!!!! *The crowd looks on confused wondering what's going on* Spagz: What's going on? Biff: I dunno.. this isn't like Miss Perfect to miss a match Spagz: Exactly... Biff: Maybe she got scarred? Spagz: Doubtfu... hold on.. I'm getting word that something is going on backstage... Biff: QUICK! GET BACK THERE THEN! *The camera cuts backstage to a camera jogging down the hallway. He turns the corner, and at the other end of the hallway, we see 3 figures fighting. As the camera gets closer, we make them out to be Wraith, Charlie Tarasov and Miss Perfect* Spagz: it looks like none of them could wait to get to the ring! Biff: Oh well.. this IS XWA... anything can happen at anytime! Spagz: You're right about that! *We watch as Miss Perfect and Charlie trade right and left hands. Charlie gets the upper hand with a boot to the stomach and DDTs her to the floor. As Charlie stands up, Wraith kicks her in the side of the head, causing her to fall back down to the ground. Wraith then picks up Miss Perfect and whips her across the hallway into a stack of production trunks. As she stumbles forward holding her back, Wraith clotheslines her hard down to the floor and begins stomping away on her stomach. As he does, Charlie comes out of nowhere with a low blow which causes Wraith to make a giant "O" face as he grabs his nuts and falls straight backwards. Charlie stands above him with an evil smile as she turns her attention back to Miss Perfect* Spagz: This is going to turn ugly.. quick... Biff: how can ANYTHING turn ugly when Charlie and Miss Perfect are involved? Maybe we'll see a wardrobe malfunction... Spagz: you can always hope right? Biff: Hells Yes! *Charlie grabs a handful of Miss Perfect's hair and pulls her up to her feet. She yells something and slaps her across the face and we see a small bit of blood fly from Miss Perfect's lips. MP just smirks and whips her mouth before tackling Charlie into the opposite wall and slamming her head over and over against it. She finally lets go of her, and Charlie slowly slides down the wall. When she's seated on the floor, Miss Perfect takes a few steps back and thrusts forward with her foot, but at the last possible moment, Charlie falls to her side, causing MP to connect hard with the wall. Miss Perfect falls to the floor, holding her knee* Spagz: Did you see that?!? Miss Perfect almost took Charlie Tarasov's head clean off! Biff: Poor Poor Miss Perfect! I hope she didn't hurt herself.. *Wraith finally gets to his feet slowly after the vicious nut shot earlier and grabs Charlie by the hair, pulling her up to her feet. he then begins walking down the hallway, pushing her in front of him* Spagz: Where are they going? Biff: A date? Spagz: Huh? Biff: Lucky Bastard... *Wraith slams Charlie head first through a door and they enter a large room full of tables. Wraith gets a sick grin on his face as he sees this and hits a stiff forearm shot to the back of her head. Charlie stumbles forward and rolls onto one of the tables. Wraith slowly climbs up with her and pulls her into the powerbomb position. Just as he's about to lift her into the air, the lights go out* Spagz: WHAT THE?!?! Biff: NO! NO TECHNICAL DIFFICULTIES ON PAY PER VIEWS DAMNIT! Spagz: It's not a technical difficulty.. listen... *From the darkness we hear a loud smashing sound followed by silence. We see the far door open, and walking out, all we see is someone's back leaving the room. Right before the door closes, the figures hand reappears through the door and switches on the light. The camera looks around the room, and there we see Wraith and Charlie Tarasov laid out cold. It looks like they have both been put through the table* Spagz: WHAT THE FUCK?!?! Biff: Someone has taken out both Wraith AND Charlie Tarasov! Spagz: And what's that on the wall? Biff: It looks like it says.... *The camera zooms in on the back wall, and we see the word, "Bloodlines" spray painted in black* Biff: BLOODLINES DID THIS?!?! *Just then, the other door opens, and in stumbles Miss Perfect. She looks around for a moment, alittle confused, but then walks over to Charlie and pulls her to her feet* Miss Perfect: You ain't gettin away from me that easily.. eh? *Miss Perfect applies an inverted face lock on Charlie and then spins to her side, driving Charlie face first onto the floor. Miss Perfect lays overtop of Charlie as a referee slides into position* Spagz: Where the hell did he come from? Biff: I dunno... They just seem to "appear" sometimes... Spagz: True... Referee: 1........ 2......... 3!!!!! *"Drama" by L7 blares through the PA system as Miss Perfect rolls off of Charlie with a smirk* Spagz: Miss Perfect is the NEW Number 1 Contender to the XS title! Biff: Did you expect anything less? She's.. Perfect! Spagz: So I've been told.. but now the bigger question is WHO will she be facing for that title? The Excitor or Levi Ash? Biff: But an even BIGGER question is exactly which member of Bloodlines took out her opponents? Spagz: Does she even know? Biff: I don't think so... Spagz: Well that was an interesting match, but onto our next match. Biff: Well, I guess I better hit the ring, catch you on the flip side Paul. Spagz: Godspeed Biff. Biff tosses his headphones on the table and hops into the ring to a standing ovation. "Pay the man" by the Offspring plays briefly as he struts around the ring, his fists high in the air. Spagz: Biff is no stranger to the ring. "Git Up" by D12 the intro begins to play as the lights dim almost to total darkness. Then when the actual song starts, a huge X-shaped pyro of shoots off. Strobe lights around the arena kick on. Excitor walks down to the ring toying with the crowd and gets in the ring, slapping hands with Biff. The crowd cheers loudly as Ex and Biff stand against the ropes awaiting their opponents. Spagz: The crowd is loving Excitor too! AC/DC's Thunderstruck booms over the PA. Awe strides down to the ring with his game face on. He walks silently and emotionless behind Ian McDoogle who plays the crowd. Once at the ring he stands in the corner and awaits his turn in the match, always letting the Hooligan start things. Excitor goes to the corner as Biff and Hooligan stare off, to the delight of the crowd. Biff and Hooligan face off, getting nose to nose. They start throwing punches one after the other, neither giving an inch. Finally Biff kicks McDoogle in the gut, and grabs his neck, spinning him into a Tornado DDT. McDoogle falls to the outside, nursing his head, as he gets up, Biff bounces off the opposite ropes and hits a baseball slide, nailing the hooligan in the face. Without skipping a beat, Biff gets to his feet, turns around and punches Awe in the face, knocking him off the apron. Excitor jumps off the apron scooping up McDoogle, executing a knee drop backbreaker as Biff flies off the top rope and executes a leg drop to McDoogle, sending him flying off the knee of Excitor and into the second row of the crowd. Spagz: Amazing team work by Biff Reno and Excitor! Biff slides back into the ring, producing a bottle of AbsolutBiff and getting ready to mockingly take a leisurely shot. and Ex heads back to the apron. Awe slides into the ring and nails an unwitting Biff with a Spear just as he turns around. Awe gets up and tries to lay the boots to him, but Biff counters with a leg scissors takedown. Biff spins around and locks on an ankle lock, holding it in a submission for a few moments before pulling Awe leg first six feet into the air and then pushing him face first back onto the mat. Spagz: Ouch. Biff holds his abdomen and limps over to Excitor looking for the tag. As Biff is about to make the tag Levi Ash jumps out of the ring and grabs the left leg of Ex, pulling him off the apron. The two rivals brawl into the crowd and disappear. Biff looks around at the audience perplexed, then shrugs and turns around into a Bear hug. Biff's face turns beet red ad he gasps for air, calling Awe a fag in his ear. Awe executes a belly to back suplex, Biff flies across the ring and bounces off a turnbuckle, landing on his head. The crowd groans. Spagz: I'm not sure if Biff will be joining me at the table when this is finished. McDoogle appears out of the crowd, and jumps back ringside. He sets up a table next to the ring apron. He reaches into the ring and pulls out another, sliding this one into the ring, and sliding in after it. McDoogle sets up the table while Awe lays the boots to Biff. Awe then lifts Biff up into a powerbomb holding him in the air. McDoogle climbs the turnbuckle, leaping off and delivering a clothesline combo to Biff. Biff crashes through the table as the crowd pops. Spagz: It might be time to say goodnight to Biff. Awe picks McDoogle up and body presses him, before throwing him onto Biff. McDoogle lands knee first on Biff's abdomen, bouncing off. The crowd groans again as Biff writhes a bit and then goes back to be motionless. Awe hooks Biff's leg for the pin. 1! 2! Biff grabs the bottle of AbsolutBiff and smashes it over the head of Awe, breaking the count. Awe rolls away, holding his face. Biff pours the remnants of the bottle into his mouth, and pulls a Zippo lighter out of his pocket. He spews the liquor through the flames and onto a charging McDoogle, who goes up in flames. McDoogle spins around a few times, the leaps through the ropes onto the ground, rolling around trying to extinguish himself. Spagz: Holy shit! McDoogle is literally on fire! Awe regains his vision and leaps at Biff, who catches him, and then executes a fall away slam. Awe lands face first on the broken glass. Biff walks on Awe's back and face, grinding him into the glass as the crowd groans. Biff then walks away and holds himself up against the ropes, resting. When Awe finally does rise his face and chest are a bloody mess. Spagz: Awe has lacerations all over his body, McDoogle is burnt and laying on the outside. Biff appears to be nursing an injury, and Excitor is off in another fight! Biff folds up a chair and waits for Awe to come to him. Awe wipes the blood out of his eyes and attempts to big boot the chair into Biff's face. Biff ducks and swings around him. As Awe turns around Biff throws the chair into the air. Awe catches it before it hits his face, but Biff jumps through the air, smashing the chair into Awe's face with an axe kick. The crowd pops as Awe and the bent chair fall to the mat. Biff does the neck cutting motion, signaling and end. Spagz: A second ago Biff looked like he was going to lose, now it looks as if he's ready to finish this thing! Biff climbs the turnbuckles and waits a moment, before leaping off into a perfect Biff from above! It's about to connect but Awe puts his knees up at the last second, and Biff bounces off, writing and holding his gut. Spagz: And like that, the momentum changes once again. Awe slowly gets up and walks up to Biff, grabbing his legs. Biff pushes his legs, sending Awe flying into the ropes. Awe catches himself and keeps from flying over the ropes and through the table. As Biff gets up he runs against the ropes, bouncing off to gain momentum and charge the unsteady Awe. As he comes back McDoogle jumps up from outside the ring and delivers a low blow. Biff falls into the middle of the ring holding his groin. Spagz: Right in the junk! That might prove deadly for Biff's potential children and his tag team career! Awe steps away from the ropes, as McDoogle slides in the ring. They stand end from end surrounding Biff at both sides. Biff gets to his feet still holding himself below the belt, looking at both of them, back and fourth. Spagz: This doesn't bode well for Biff. McDoogle is the first to move and charges Biff. Biff falls to his knees, sending him toppling over Biff and into Andruw William Eagle. Awe ducks the incoming McDoogle as well. McDoogle flies over the ropes and crashes down through the table set up by the apron. The crowd gets to their feet, roaring with approval. Spagz: Oh shit, nobody home! Awe leans over the ropes, looking at his fallen mentor with great concern on his face. He turns around swinging a fist for Biff, but misses. Biff kicks Awe in the gut and slings him over his shoulder, carrying him to the center of the ring. He looks around at the crowd for approval, who offer it overwhelmingly. Biff spins around and drop Awe on his head executing the Biff Driver! Spagz: BIFF DRIVER! THIS HAS GOTTA BE IT! Biff climbs the turnbuckle and holds his fists high in the air as the crowd gets to their feet. He leaps off and executes a Biff from Above, nailing it perfectly this time. The crowd cheers like crazy and Biff goes for the cover. 1! 2! 3! "Pay the man" by the Offspring plays as the bell rings. Biff crawls out of the ring, and grabs the tag titles, throwing them on the announcers table. He holds his abdomen and stumbles over to his seat, putting his head phones on and sitting next to Spagz Spagz: Nice work out there! Biff: All in a days work…I need a drink. Spagz: Well you can relax now because the Glass Tables match is up next! Cindy Miller: The next scheduled match is an XWA GLLLLLLLLLASS TABLES MATCH! The winner of the match will be the one who can put their opponent through a glass table first. Biff: Both of these men want to tear each other apart.. Spagz: Meh... Cindy Miller: Introducing first, weighting in at 369 pounds and standing 7 feet 1 inch, DAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARK LOOOOOOOTUS!!!! *We hear a loud bass line rock through the arena as smoke fills the entrance way as "I Am Hated" by Slipknot blares through the PA system. Suddenly, Dark Lotus makes his way through the smoke. He stands at the top of the ramp with a wicked grin on his face as he adjusts his leather gloves.Multi colored lights fill the arena as he begins making his way down to the ring.* Biff: Dark Lotus has only been with the XWA for a short time, but he's make quite the impression since his debut. Spagz: I'll give him that. He's determined, that's for sure... *"Flesh and Blood" by Basil Polodaris blares through the PA system* Cindy Miller: And his opponent, hailing from Apia, Samoa. He weighs in at 468 pounds and stands 6 feet 2 inches. He is... the SAMOAN SAVAGE... AFWA!!!!! *"Flesh and Blood" continues to play as the mammoth monster from Samoa, is seen making his way down the aisle to a mixed reaction from the crowd. He rolls under the bottom rope and climbs to his feet, and suddenly, Dark Lotus comes out of nowhere, and delivers a hard boot to the side of his face* Biff: And here we go!! *Afwa rolls out of the ring holding his jaw, as Lotus follows close behind. He grabs the Samoan by the back of his head and walks him over to the security railing, slamming him headfirst into the protective padding. Lotus follows up with a stiff forearm shot to the back of the head, which causes Afwa to stumble down to one knee. Lotus grabs him by the wrist and pulls him up, whipping him shoulder first into the steel corner post of the ring. Afwa falls to the mat, holding his shoulder in pain as dark Lotus looks on with a smile* Biff: Dark Lotus is seriously taking it to Afwa here tonight! Spagz: He thinks he has something to prove, but I'm more than willing to put some cold hard cash on the line that says Afwa will be the one who takes this match! *Both men have rolled back into the ring and are now exchanging hard right and left hands. Dark Lotus gets the upper hand as he connects with an elbow shot. The dazed Afwa stumbles backwards holding his face as Dark Lotus runs against the ropes. He charges full speed at Afwa and goes for a Big Boot, but Afwa ducks underneath, and as Lotus turns around, Afwa lifts him in the air and lays him out with a vicious spinebuster. Without hesitation, Afwa runs against the ropes, and rebounds with a big splash which knocks the wind out of Lotus. Afwa stays in that position for a moment as if he's going for the pin* Biff: What is he doing? This is a Glass Tables match! Spagz: Maybe all thise pinnapples have finally gone to his head! *After realizing the referee wasn't going to count the 3, Afwa gets to his feet and exits the ring. He walks towards the ramp, and on the side of it, are some glass tables* Spagz: Maybe he's not as stupid as I thought! Biff: Looks like Afwa is looking to finish this here and now! *Afwa grabs the closest table and holds it above his head. He walks back to the ring, but doesn't notice Dark Lotus getting to his feet. When Afwa goes to slide the table under the bottom rope, Lotus comes from nowhere with a baseball slide, through the glass table, straight into Afwas face* Spagz: HOLY SHIT!!! DID YOU JUST SEE THAT?!?! Biff: I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO SAY!!! DARK LOTUS JUST SHATTERED THE GLASS TABLE AND SENT THE BROKEN SHARDS INTO AFWA'S FACE!!! *Afwa is on his knees outside the ring, holding his face, which is covered in a crimson mask of blood. The crowd is going nuts as Dark Lotus slowly slides out of the ring. He limps over to Afwa and grabs him by the back of the head, pulling him to his feet. Afwa, acting on pure instinct, suddenly wraps his arms around Lotus and spins around and slams him down to the concrete with a belly to belly suplex. The crowd continues to cheer as Afwa stands to his feet slowly in a daze, wipping the blood from his face. He staggers around the ring and heads towards the announcers table* Biff: What's he doing? Spagz: I don't know, but he best not get any of that blood on my new shoes! *Afwa picks up one of the steel chairs and folds it up, He places it against the side of his face, and gets a nice blood print on it before heading back towards Dark Lotus, slowly stalking him* Biff: This guy just ain't right! Spagz: I don't care what he does, just as long as we see some more blood! *Afwa slowly stalks Lotus with a demented look in his eye. Finally he gets within a few inches of him and raises the chair high above his head. He slams it down, but at the slam possible moment, Dark Lotus rolls out of the way, causing Afwa to slam the chair, full speed, into the hard concrete. Afwa screams in pain, as the chair violent vibrates. The samoan drops the chair and shakes his hands, and for some reason, starts blowing on them. Dark Lotus is pulling himself to his feet, using the security railing for support. Afwa has his back turned to him, and Lotus runs at him, and delivers a big boot to the back of his head. Lotus quickly pounces on his back and begins laying into him with hard shots to the back of the head. he stands up and begins stomping away on Afwa's back and ribs, before placing one more stiff kick to the back of his head. Lotus looks around before once again pulling Afwa to his feet and sliding him back into the ring. Lotus follows close behind* Biff: Man.. one minute the match is going one way, then out of nowhere, it starts going the other way! Spagz: Gay!!!! Biff: You are so immature Spagz: I know you are, but what am I? Biff: I hate you... *Back in the ring, Dark Lotus whips Afwa into the turnbuckle and begins laying into him with hard body shots. After about 5 or 6, Lotus takes a step backwards to admire his work, before throwing a hard elbow. Lotus takes another step backwards as Afwa stumbles out of the corner. With one swift motion, Lotus picks the samoan up off the mat, and slams him down with a Samoan Drop* Spagz: Fitting... Biff: Indeed... *Lotus rolls up to his feet and looks around. He then quickly rolls out of the ring and heads towards the ramp, where the Glass Tables have been placed. He grabs one, and heads BACK towards the ring* Biff: Oh No... Spagz: Oh No? Biff: I don't want this match to end yet... Spagz: Oh... *Lotus slides the table into the ring and rolls in behind it. He gets to his feet quickly and kicks Afwa in the head for good measure before he begins to set up the table. After a moment, it's ready and he walks over to Afwa, who is still laying on the mat. he pulls him up to his feet and walks him over to the table. He yells something right before he wraps his hand around Afwa's neck with a smile and hoists him up in the air above the table. Just as Afwa is about to go through the table, somehow, he's able to wrap his arm around his neck, and with the momentum, Afwa DDT's Dark Lotus face first into the glass, shattering it everywhere. The crowd explodes into a, "X-W-A!" chant as "Blood and Flesh" hit the PA system* Biff: HOLY SHIT! AFWA DID IT! THE SAMOAN JUST DDT'D LOTUS THROUGH THE GLASS TABLE! Spagz: LOTUS IS OUT COLD AND DROWNING IN HIS OWN BLOOD RIGHT NOW! *Both Afwa and Dark Lotus are laying on the mat, not moving at all. Both of them laying in puddles of their own blood* Biff: neither of them are movng... *Afwa's music cuts off as the referee signals for the EMTs. They swarm down the ramp and slide into the ring, checking on the 2 athletes* Biff: This was a brutal match, but I hope no serious damage has been done... Spagz: Who cares! ALL YOU KIDS OUT THERE WATCHING THIS NOW.. CLEAR THE GLASS COFFEE TABLE OFF, AND TRY THIS! IT'S GREAT! Biff: WHAT?!?! Spagz: It's True! Biff: no it's not! Kids, please don't try this at home.. Spagz: Don't listen to him boys and girls! *The EMTs load Dark Lotus onto a gurney and begin wheeling him up the ramp. Afwa suddenly begins fighting the EMTs off and slides out of the ring, still covered in blood. he looks around and then jumps the baracade, heading through the crowd* Biff: Where is he... Spagz: Pinnapples maybe? Biff: Nevermind… but DAMN it’s hot in this arena. Can’t Livingston pay for better air conditioning or something?? Spagz: Why don’t you quit complaining and enjoy the show. Biff: Enjoy? Since when do I enjoy an XWA event? What’s the next scheduled match anyways? Spagz: The Television Championship match. Biff: Oh boy! Harmony is going to come out here! Spagz: Too bad she won’t be paying much attention to you. Biff: Speak for yourself. The ladies love big S.P.A.G.Z. Spagz: Hey did you know the letters in your name spells gas? Biff: Shut up. “Dem Boys” by Boyz N Da Hood blasts over the P.A. system. Ahmad Al Misri emerges from the back with his traditional wardrobe. He stands at the top of the ramp and inhales deeply as golden pyros randomly shoot off behind him. Cindy Miller: Ladies and gentlemen our next bout will be for the XWA Television Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, Ahmad Al MISSSRIIIIII! The crowd boos the Bloodlines member as he quickly makes his way to the ring and slides underneath the ropes. He begins stretching as “Whatever” by Godsmack begins. Biff: Here she comes! Purple and white pyros explode loudly at the top of the ramp, following by a row of blinding white spotlights. A sexy silhouette is seen walking through the white smoke. The lights blink twice before turning off completely. Harmony is seen standing at the top of the ramp with the Television Championship dazzling over her shoulder. Cindy Miller: And his opponent, the current XWA Television Champion, HARRMMONNNYYY!! She smiles as the crowd gives the champion a wonderful response. Tonight she is dressed in a black halter-top with matching shorts and boots. Her blonde hair is down on her shoulders and she is smiling brightly. She walks down the ramp slowly, savoring the energy from the hot crowd. As she slides underneath the bottom rope, Ahmad attacks the hall of famer, stomping her in the back. Harmony drops her title and tries to fight off Misri’s surprise attack. He continues stomping Harmony before grabbing her by her short blonde hair. Ahmad forces her up to her feet and Irish whips her against the ropes. Harmony comes charging back at full force and spears Ahmad onto the mat. The lady is first to her feet and stands in a wrestling stance as Ahmad quickly recuperates. Spagz: Ahmad Al Misri came to win tonight folks. He is more than ready to gain his first XWA Championship and if Harmony’s not careful Ahmad may walk out of here with her belt. Biff: Yeah how many free condoms did you get from Bloodlines to say that garbage? Spagz: I happen to be a fan. Biff: You’ll burn in hell for your sins. Harmony and Ahmad square off in the ring. They begin circling each other, ready for the next move. Ahmad is first to strike, kneeing Harmony in her side. The musical diva stumbles backwards as Ahmad knees her again, and delivers a harsh chop to her chest area. He whips Harmony in the corner and Taylor collapses after hitting the turnbuckles hard. Ahmad grabs her by the hair and forces her to her feet. He goes to strike her in the temple, but Harmony block. He goes for a second blow, and once again Harmony counters. This time she delivers a crushing blow of her own to Ahmad’s family jewels. Misri hunches over and Harmony grabs him by the arm before twisting the limb behind his back. Biff: Harmony hit the “DEHARMONIZER” Did you see that?! Spagz: The sad part about you is that you don’t get laid no matter how fucking retarded you act. Biff: That’s funny. I was at your mom’s house last night. Say hello to your new daddy! Spagz: I’ll fuck you up. Harmony continues wrenching Ahmad’s arm behind his back. He tries to elbow her in the temple, but Harmony simply falls backwards, forcing Ahmad into a cradle pinning position. The referee begins to count. 1.. 2.. Ahmad manages to kick out. The two quickly make it to their feet, but Ahmad is first. The Egyptian delivers a serious clothesline onto his opponent. Harmony hits the mat with a sickening thud and Ahmad stays on the offense. He drags Harmony into the corner by her hair and sits her up in the corner. Harmony is still a little dazed by the clothesline as Ahmad begins to viciously stomp her in the stomach. She falls into a sitting position from the violent blows and retreats by sliding outside of the ropes. Ahmad chases after a fleeing Harmony, but she quickly slides back underneath the ropes. She whips herself against the ropes and kicks Ahmad in the face as he tries to reenter the ring. Misri falls back to the outside with a busted lip as Harmony climbs the ropes. It takes Ahmad a moment to stand back to his feet. As he turns around, Harmony leaps from the top rope and hits a brilliant hurricanrana. Biff: AMAZING! Spagz: Nice move from the XWA’s sweetheart. The crowd gives a nice pop for Harmony as she rolls Ahmad back into the ring. She makes the cover. 1.. 2.. Kick out! Ahmad shakes off the move but Harmony remains on offense as she quickly drop kicks Ahmad in his leg. Ahmad tries to stand once more, but Harmony hits a Russian leg sweep. She grabs Ahmad up and prepares to hit a bulldog. However, Ahmad counters by grabbing Harmony up by her waist and slamming her back against his knee. He then bends Harmony over and places her head in-between his knees. Before she can counter he lifts her up in the air and delivers a vicious power bomb. The entire ring shakes from the amazing impact, and Harmony’s body lays motionless in the middle of the ring. Spagz My God! This match might be over! Ahmad makes the cover with a small smirk on his face. 1.. 2.. He lifts Harmony’s shoulder up off the ground, slightly chuckling. Biff: Look at this. Ahmad is so confident now that he’s simply toying with Harmony. I’ll show him a thing or two when I become sympathetic. Spagz: If Ahmad plans on winning this match now is the time to strike! Ahmad makes the cover once more. 1.. 2.. NO! Harmony manages to kick out this time, to the surprise of Ahmad. The crowd gets behind the blonde heroine as she holds her arm out in the air, searching for the strength to go on. Ahmad quickly grabs Harmony by the hair, and begins delivering damaging punches to her skull. A small trickle of blood leaks from Harmony’s golden hair as Ahmad forces her to her feet. He brings her into the corner and sits up on the top turnbuckle. Her hair serves as a rope as Ahmad slowly lifts her up off her feet and grabs her by the arms. Harmony stands on the top rope and begins fighting back with punches. Ahmad punches Harmony in the stomach one good time before setting up Misriality. As he jumps forward, Harmony locks her legs around his neck, flipping him forward onto the mat. She lands safely on her knees as the crowd begins a few HOLY SHIT chants. Biff: Harmony’s back in the game! The two struggle to their feet after the energy-draining move. A bloody Harmony strikes Ahmad in the temple. He strikes her back a little harder. Harmony returns the favor but follows up with a kick to the stomach. She bends Ahmad over and positions his head in-between her legs. Suddenly she hits FACE THE MUSIC! The crowd cheers as she goes to make the cover. 1.. 2.. NO! Ahmad barely gets his leg up off the canvas! Harmony stares down at her opponent in frustration and confusion. She shakes her head and forces Ahmad up once more. She tries to set up her move for a second time, but Ahmad counters by lifting Harmony up over his head and slamming her onto the mat. Ahmad sits on one knee, clearly not at his best. He licks the blood of his lips and walks over to his opponent. Harmony, not ready to give up, clips Ahmad in the same knee she attacked before. Misri falls to the mat and Harmony places the weakened leg in a scissors lock. Biff: Looks like Harmony is going to have to severely injure Ahmad before she takes him out for good! Spagz: Ahmad had the chance to end this match, and now it seems that he’s paying for it. Ahmad grinds his teeth in pain as Harmony holds a tight grip on his leg. He tries to go for the ropes, but his movement seems slower and slower with every breath. Just when it seems that he’s going to tap, Ahmad finds his second wind, and begins towards the ropes once more. Before any major damage can be inflicted, he reaches the ropes, and Harmony is forced to let go. The blonde diva makes it to her feet first and grabs Misri by the leg once more. Ahmad holds onto the ropes, not wanting to go back into the hell he just came out of it. Harmony forcefully pulls backwards, and ends up falling onto her butt in the middle of the ring. Ahmad is inadvertently slammed on his back. Harmony is first up once more and waits as Ahmad makes it to his feet. The T.V. champ charges her challenger but Ahmad moves out of the way, and Harmony slips out of the ropes. She lands on the outside head first, causing a sensation throughout the crowd. Spagz: Harmony missed! Biff: Is she all right?? Harmony remains motionless as Ahmad slides underneath the bottom rope and limps towards his prey. He grabs Harmony up by the hair and slams her head against the black barricade. Ahmad holds his hands up in the air seemingly in victory, earning himself a few boos from the crowd. Biff: There he goes boasting again. Ahmad rolls Harmony back into the ring slowly favoring his bad leg. Ahmad tries to set up Misriality again, placing Harmony’s head in-between his knees. He lifts Harmony up high in the air, but she begins punching him in the head. Not being able to support her weight with his weakened leg, Misri stumbles backwards. Harmony lands next to his head, with a sigh if relief at the close call. Spagz: Misri needs to gather back his strength and quick. Harmony walks over to the corner and slowly climbs the ropes. Once at the top she wobbles for a few moments before leaping backwards, and executing the Descending Melody. The crowd cheers as Harmony connects on Ahmad abdomen. He rolls over on his stomach in pain as Harmony stands to her feet. She grabs Ahmad up and executes her infamous Face The Music. Harmony goes for the cover… 1.. 2… 3!! The bell is rung as the referee helps a joyful Harmony up to her feet. Biff: HARMONY WINS! Spagz: I’ll be damned! Harmony put everything she had into this match, and she won! Biff: I wonder if I can celebrate with her tonight. A proud Harmony is handed her Television Championship, and raises her arms high up in the air. The camera fades into black and then we see an ad for Hellfire 2, XWA’s next Pay Per View… We come back and we see both The Excitor and Levi Ash in the Dome of Death. Biff: Not too shabby, thank god we had that Hellfire commercial so we could set this shit up. And thank god Livingston is a rich bastard and can pay for all of this! The two men are locked into the Dome of Death and stare unphased across the ring at each other. The razor netting below the ring dangles 10 feet above the cold, unforgiving concrete floor while flames shoot up intermittently from the pyrotechnical equipment below. The match begins, but not with a collar and elbow tie up as you might normally see. The hatred of the two men surpasses their wrestling instincts as each grabs a nearby weapon of choice. Biff: Is that Levi Ash's dick in his hand? Spagz: No, it looks more like a barbed wire-covered baseball bat to me. Levi circles around The Excitor who is holding a hot branding iron menacingly as if he wants to take Levi's head clean off with one mere swing of the burning metal. Levi Ash takes the first swing with the bat, but Ex manages to duck underneath and shoves the handle of the branding iron directly into the ribcage of Levi Ash who immediately doubles over. Ash drops down to the glass floor as The Excitor hammmers down on him from above with the weapon. Ash rolls over onto his back and somehow manages to get out of the way as The Excitor tries to brand his genitals. Biff: I guess he doesn't want Levi taking that thing out of his pants anytime soon. Spagz: This is just sick... Biff: I know... don't you love it?!? The Excitor stalks after Levi Ash who kicks Ex's legs out from under him. Ash reaches over and picks up a 17 pound bowling ball. He turns over and crushes Ex's sternum with the heavy urethane ball. Ash stands up in a straddling position over Ex and raises the bowling ball high over his head. The Excitor sits up quickly headbutting Levi Ash in the family jewels which immediately causes Ash to drop the bowling ball which lands unceremoniously on top of his head. Biff: He dropped like a sack of potatoes. Spagz: Talk about killing two heads with one stone... Biff: I don't believe it... a wrestling move! Spagz: I didn't think we'd see many of these. Ex locks in a deep sharpshooter which leaves Levi screaming in excruciating agony. After a minute of this Levi begins tapping on the glass flooring of the dome, but there are no submissions in this match. Ex sits back and locks it in deeper but loses his balance when the timer goes off and the Dome of Death lifts up 5 feet further into the air. Ash takes advantage of the moment to slip on some brass knuckles and punches The Excitor in the bread basket as he comes back over to him, but it has little to no effect with Levi in his weakened state and Excitor kicks him squarely in the chest. Biff: What a pussy... he can't even do any damage with knucks. Spagz: Well, he has a whole host of choices with the weapons in that God-forsaken thing. Ex grabs ahold of a fire extinguisher hanging from the dome and takes a wild swing at Levi Ash who ducks underneath it. He drga Ex down with an armbar that also sets the extinguisher off. The dome is filled with monoammonium phosphate which blinds the competitors inside and also keeps the fans in attendance and those tuned in from television land from seeing what is happening. Biff: Hopefully the ventilation from the facility will clear that out momentarily folks... we're as blind as you are from down here. Sporadically you can see different weapons being swung inside of the dome through the extinguisher as each men searches desperately to connect with his opponent. You can hear smacks, raps, and clacks as the two connect with either flesh, weapons, or the razor wire that encases them. While this is going on the cage rises another 5 feet into the air. The movement of the cage helps a lot of the treatment dissipate and we find that The Excitor is laying down on his back with Levi Ash straddling his back and applying a camel clutch. Ex is screaming in agony as Levi really leans back and applies the pressure. After a few moments of this, Levi gets up and grabs a nearby 35-lb. sledgehammer. He lifts it high over his head and swings down, but Ex moves out of the way and Levi connects cleanly with the glass floor underneath. Spagz: Ash just cracked the flooring in the center of the ring! Biff: It won't be long now... Both men scramble to get away from the weakened glass in the center of the dome. With one eye on each other and one eye on the flooring the two men cautiously approach each other. Collar and elbow tieup as Ex uses his strength to push Levi back first into the razor wiring. As he tears him off with an arm drag, you can see tiny bits of flesh with droplets of blood coming off the wire as Ash lands in the center of the ring causing the floor to break a little more. Ash gets to his feet wiping at his back which is dotted with blood marks. Biff: Out comes the red stuff! Now we have an XS title match! Spagz: You're really sick, you know that? Biff: Hey I just want my money's worth! Spagz: You didn't pay... nevermind. The two men approach each other again and Ex delivers a belly to belly suplex which further weakens the glass flooring as the cracks spread and slivers of glass fall down to the awaiting net and floor below. Spagz: That's not gonna be a lawsuit or anything... how they could allow a match like this... The Excitor starts raining rights and lefts down to the face of Ash who is doing what he can to fend off the blows from the inferior position. The Excitor shows no signs of letting up when the dome lifts again suddenly, throwing him off balance and allowing Levi Ash the opportunity to knock him off. Both men get to their feet and once again approach each other without fear in their eyes. The cracking of the glass floor beneath them causes both men to back off instantly as the ring is rapidly deteriorating under their weight. As chunks of glass are now falling to the arena floor both men scramble but find only one thing to hang on to... the razor wired dome. Biff: Ouch! Spagz: Both men have grabbed onto the razor wire, slicing their hands up as the glass floor falls out from underneath them. I don't believe it... Biff: They're actually going hand over hand to get after each other... both of their hands are bloody messes. They must really really hate each other. The two men continue to head in the same direction while dangling from high above the razor wire net below. Showing total disregard for their own health and safety the two men seem absolutely determined to get after each other. The two finally are within reach of each other at the very top of the razor wire dome and suddenly the Excitor spits in Levi Ash’s face! Ash gets a disgusted look but cant wipe it off as he knows that one false move could lead to a fall he isn’t looking forward to. Levi moves forward but he feels the wind get knocked out of him as the Excitor kicks him square in the gut! Levi lets go of the wire… but catches the Excitor’s legs! Both men now dangle and the Excitor is having difficulty holding himself and Levi up with the wire cutting into his hands even deeper. Levi begins to climb up The Excitor and when he is nearly eye level with him you see a shocked look on Levi’s face… and we realize that the Excitor managed to kneed Levi in the... nuts. Levi tries to fight through the pain but then the Excitor headbutts Levi and down he falls. He hits the razor netting, the fire, and shatters glass that was there from the glass floor disintegrating as The Excitor has a wide grin across his face. Biff: Looks like my partner retained! Spagz: Guess so… someone needs to get that man down before he falls too though! Biff: Yeah, what the hell… help the man out! EMT’s come out to help Levi Ash and the Dome of Death lowers down. They carefully bring down the wire netting and get Ash, and once close enough, The Excitor drops down off of the dome and lands in the ring, to be greeted with his newly acquired XS Title and Cindy Miller… Cindy Miller: Your winner and NEW Xtreme Stipulations Champion…….. THE EXCITOR! The fans cheer and the cameras go back to the announcing team as the stage crew cleans up for the next match Biff: Now it’s time for the first match of our “triple” main event here at Seek and Destroy. Chris Bomber taking on Terry Yakimoto for the World Title… Spagz: Should be a great match. Biff: Whatever you think man. Cindy Miller: This match is scheduled for ONE fall and it is for the XWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT TITLE! Introducing first, the challenger… the RISING SON…. TERRRRRRRRRY YAKIMOTO!!!!!!!! The fans have a mixed reaction as Terry Yakimoto’s music hits and he comes out from the back looking mighty intense. He makes his way to the ring focused solely on it and rolls in. He cracks his neck and points up at the top of the ramp way, awaiting the arrival of the Mad Man. Cindy Miller: And his opponent… the XWA World Heavyweight Champion… he is EVERYONES DREAM Fans: The KING OF XTREME! Cindy Miller: He is… CHRIS BOMBER! The arena fades to complete darkness. "Panic Attack" by Dream Theater begins to play as the crowd goes crazy with cheers. Red and yellow spotlights fly across the arena. When the music gets heavy, a large explosion is seen and heard at the entrance ramp. All of the spotlights focus there. But all that can be seen is the smoke of the explosion. As the smoke clears, Chris Bomber is standing there. After a few moments, he begins to walk towards the ring. A yellow spotlight follows him as the others fly across the arena.. Chris then rolls into the ring under the bottom rope. He stands up and walks to the middle of the ring. He holds his hands up as if holding a bomb. A few moments later he violently slams them towards the mat. The crowd goes crazy as four flames shoot up from the entrance stage and the letters "BOMBER" appear behind Chris in flames (ala Sid) After a few seconds the flames die down on the stage as well as the letters. The letters rise towards the rafters as the houselights fade in and the music fades out. Biff: Here it is folks… can Bomber retain the World Title yet again? Spagz: We’ll see! The bell rings and Yakimoto quickly rushes Bomber and brings a knee to his chest. Bomber catches The Rising Son’s knee though and pushes him directly backwards, slamming his head down hard on the canvas. Yakimoto quickly rises to his feet and on the way up tries to sweep Bomber’s legs out from under him, but Bomber quickly jumps on and evades the attack. Yakimoto then goes with a round house in which Bomber ducks under and gets behind Yakimoto. He grabs his waist as if to go for a german suplex, but Yakimoto quickly drops straight down and slips out of Bombers grip. Bomber looks down and just as he does this Yakimoto spits and nails the World Champion with Heres Spit In Your Eye! Biff: Interesting exchange there I must say, but Yakimoto got the better of Bomber on that one. Spagz: Indeed. Bomber falls over and wipes his eyes of the red mist. Yakimoto takes this opportunity and quickly jumps up to the top rope! Spagz: The Falling Star? ALREADY?! Biff: Sharks smell blood in water my friend… Bomber is still down on the mat trying to cleans his eyes and Yakimoto double checks before he leaps. Seeing his opponent down still, he goes for The Falling Star, but as he connects with Bomber, it was too early, as Bomber quickly got his knees up to guard himself against the high risk maneuver. Biff: Guess it wasn’t blood after all… Yakimoto kicks his feet against the canvas in pain as Bomber rises to his feet with the red mist still sprayed onto his face. He picks Terry up by his neck and gives him a clean elbow strike. Yakimoto stumbles backwards into the corner turnbuckle and leans against the ropes as Bomber raises his hands and yells for a chair from a tech member at ringside. He folds the chair and tosses it into the ring and Bomber catches it. He then sets it up just in front of Yakimoto, takes a few steps back, then runs in that direction. He hops onto the chair and then hits a spinning wheel kick right across the face of Yakimoto. Yakimoto falls face first towards the chair but holds himself up on it. Bomber sees this and automatically hops up to the top rope. He points at Yakimoto and then leaps off, looking to hit a Guillotine leg drop across the back of the neck of Yakimoto, but Yakimoto is wise to this and before Bomber even gets close he gets up and knocks the chair over. Bomber lands hard on the mat and upon impact holds his hamstring area… Spagz: Not a good thing for the World Champion! Not at all. Biff: He’s had worse. Yakimoto lays a few boots in on Chris and then walks over to the chair. He picks it up and folds it up again, then proceeds to pound it hard against the mat. As Bomber begins to get up he cracks it over his head and you can see the blood begin to trickle down his face. Yakimoto laughs, then points at Bomber and shrugs, as if to ridicule him. He then pounds the chair again as Bomber slowly gets up, but as he swings, Bomber ducks and falls over, proceeding to trip Yakimoto. Yakimoto’s swing hits the top rope and causes the chair to bounce back and hit him in the face! Yakimoto drops the chair and holds his face and turns his back on Bomber, and Chris gets up by pulling himself up rope by rope. Once on his feet, Yakimoto has shooken off the self inflicted chair shot and turns right into the standing Bomber. The two stand face to face and then start throwing punches left and right. Yakimoto throws a wild punch and Bomber ducks under it, and as Yakimoto turns to face Bomber again he is met with a super kick right to the chin! Yakimoto goes straight to the mat and Bomber brings his arms up and down getting the crowd involved as they begin the usual BOMBER chant. Biff: It never fails I tell you. That man always has the fans behind him. Spagz: No doubt. Bomber rolls out of the ring and goes under the apron to pull out something. And out it comes… one table. But he doesn’t get out… he pulls another… and ANOTHER table out. That’s three tables for those of you who got lost. He slides them all into the ring one by one and then proceeds to pull out a huge ladder. He slides that into the ring as well, and you can only imagine what the Mad Man will come up with next. Yet… he still hasn’t gotten out… and then he pulls out ANOTHER ladder! He slides it into the ring as well, and the ring is now covered with some Xtreme Weaponry. Inside of the ring, Yakimoto has begun to stir and realizes that Bomber seems to be building a damn house out of tables and ladders, and works his way up to his feet. As Bomber gets out from under the apron finally, Yakimoto sets up a table, runs… jumps on top of it… and does a KAMIKAZI body press from the inside of the ring, to the outside, and he hits Chris right on the money as he barely begins to get up to his feet! Both men lay on the outside of the ring as Yakimoto got the damage in. Spagz: Impressive move there by Yakimoto, really showing some innovation in the place where everything has already been done at least three times! Biff: You could say that again. Impressive. Both men are slow to get up, but Yakimoto is the first one there. He grabs Chris by his hair and wrestling suit and throws him full force into the steel steps. Bomber’s back hits the steps hard and he stays in place. Yakimoto realizes the chair he knocked over earlier is right there beside him in the ring, and grabs it, setting it up much like Bomber did ealier. He runs towards it now, and this time jumps up and goes for the Hurracanranna! He gets his legs around Bomber neck, but Bomber, instead of being flipped over, has Yakimoto caught. Yakimoto now lowers his body and tightens his legs around Bomber’s neck, trying to choke him out, and Bomber begins to struggle in the fight to stay up. In a last ditch effort, Bomber lifts Yakimoto up with all he has left in him, and slams him down right over the seat of the steel chair! The seat snaps off and Yakimoto releases the hold and lies on the floor breathing lightly. Spagz: That could be lights out for Yakimoto! A power move like that can put any man out of commission. Bomber gets into the ring and picks one of the tables still folded up. He stacks it onto the other table and makes sure they are stable and balanced. He then picks one of the ladders up and unfolds it, only to proceed to unfold the other ladder right next to the other one. Biff: This is gonna get ugly people! Yakimoto has begun to come to on the outside and rises to his feet inch by inch. He looks into the ring and sees Bomber climbing one of the ladders with a table in hand, and catches his breath for a moment. Bomber reaches the top of one of the two twenty foot ladders and then unfolds the third table across the seats of them, creating a bridge between the ladders. Yakimoto gets into the ring as Bomber begins to climb down, but Yakimoto shakes his finger no and climbs up the opposite ladder! Chris looks over, half stunned and half amused, and begins to climb back up. He reaches the table bridge first, and waits for Yakimoto to get up on the other side. Yakimoto reaches the top and gets to his feet, and the two slowly and carefully get closer step by step. Yakimoto suddenly spits out the red mist again, but Bomber dodges it this time and low blows Yakimoto. He sets him up for the Short Fuse but all of the sudden the table holding the two of them snaps in half, and both men go flying down the twenty feet! The fans go crazy as the ladders fall over as well and both wind up out of the ring! Spagz: What a fall! I guess we need sturdier tables… Biff: I’ll tell Livingston about that one… and the Air Conditioning. The fans begin the Holy Shit chant as neither man is moving in the debris of the broken table. The referee looks down at both men and waits for some sign of life, and it comes from Chris as he slowly begins to push himself back. Surprisingly, right next to him Yakimoto is at the same pace and getting up as well. Neither men is showing any sign of being stopped, but Bomber is the first on up to his feet by only a second. He realizes that the match could end at any moment and runs towards the stacked tables. He jumps onto the first table and bounces off, nailing the Bombs Away onto Yakimoto! The impact is on top of one of the broken pieces of the table and Bomber manages to get one arm over Yakimoto! 1… 2… KICK OUT! The fans all gasp and its almost unbelievable to some people! Spagz: Shocking… Biff: Great way to put it… Yakimoto slowly rises along with Chris Bomber, but Bomber is the first one stabilized and up. He goes to knee Yakimoto, but Yakimoto blocks it with his arms and then brings Chris up and SLAMS him down with the ATOMIC BOMB! THE COVER! 1…. 2….. . . . . . KICK OUT! The fans go wild again and Yakimoto sits upright shocked that Bomber managed to kick out. He looks at the ref and pounds on the mat, and then turns his attention back to Chris Bomber. He lifts Chris up slowly, but Chris elbows Yakimoto in the gut once… twice… then runs back against the ropes, rebounding off. Yakimoto brings Bomber down though with a drop toe hold, tripping him into the stacked tables. The top table falls over to the outside, landing on its feet, and Bomber lays half on the table that was the foundation. Yakimoto knees Bomber once and rolls him onto the table. He then climbs to the top rope again, looking to nail the Falling Star. He leaps and NAILS BOMBER WITH IT! THE TABLE SHATTERS AND THE FANS ARE ALL IN SILENCE AS YAKIMOTO COVERS BOMBER WHO HAS BEEN DEMOLISHED BY THE TABLE! ONE TWO . . . THREE THOUSAND FANS ALMOST CRIED BUT BOMBER MANAGED TO KICK OUT JUST IN TIME! Biff: Jesus, I almost had a heart attack… Spagz: Close call there for the Mad Man. Yakimoto can’t believe it and once again yells at the ref. Bomber has yet to move besides the kick out, so Yakimoto climbs to the top rope yet again, The fans all boo and he begins to yell and taunt towards them, and all of the sudden Chris Bomber finds that last reserve of energy in him and runs to the top rope, grabs Yakimoto, and HITS THE XTREME AWAKENING ON YAKIMOTO THROUGH THE TABLE ON THE OUTSIDE OF THE RING! Biff: I know that hurts… Spagz: OH… MY… GOD! Both men lay there as the fans scream the Bomber chant. Bomber snaps back into it and rolls Yakimoto into the ring, slowly following. He covers Yakimoto with his final ounce of energy… 1…. 2…. 3…….!!!!!!!!!!! The referee calls for the bell and “Panic Attack” by Dream Theater begins to play over the PA systems. Bomber can barely stand as he is handed the World Title… Cindy Miller: Here is your winner… and STILL XWA WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION… CHRISSSSSSSSSSSSS……. BOMBBBBBBBBBBER! Bomber raises the World Title high into the air and gets onto the top rope, but just as he does this his music cuts out and he looks out towards the top ramp way to see what’s going on. From behind the curtains comes Tyrone Williams walking out slowly. He looks at Bomber and Bomber looks at him. The fans are all silent for a moment, but all of the sudden Tyrone begins to clap slowly and nods his head, then turns his back as “Panic Attack” hits the arena again. Bomber nods his head slowly and hops down off of the ropes, now slowly making his way back to the locker room. Spagz: Well that was an absolutely AMAZING match to say the least. Biff: No doubt. Chris pulled it off though in the end and continued his streak and title reign. Spagz: That he did. But now it’s time for a match that will surely be one to remember. Annabelle Lee taking on Buffler one on one, with nothing but a personal vendetta to be settled. Cindy Miller: The following match up is scheduled for one fall. Makin his way to the ring, accompanied by his left and right arm, it is…. BUFFLER! “The Thing That Should Not Be” by Metallica begins to play as enormous pyros explode at the top of the ramp. Biff: Oh man! It’s time to get BUFF! Spagz: I think the arena just shook! Biff: Of course it did, this is Buffler were talking about. Cindy Miller: The following bout is a grudge match! Introducing first, XWA Hall Of Famer, BUFFLEEEEEEEEEER! Out steps the powerful force that which is Buffler from behind a thick layer of smoke. The crowd explodes in cheers as he walks halfway down the ramp and stops with a solemn look on his face. He flexes his right arm and a loud pyro explodes behind him. He flexes the left, and another one explodes. As he lifts both arms high in the air as pyros go off on the ramp and in the middle of the ring. Biff: That’s amazing! Spagz: All week long Buffler has been threatening Annabelle’s very life. I honestly don’t think the Southern Slut is leaving the ring without some help tonight. Biff: Annabelle’s a tough gal. She’s come through time and time again. Spagz: Tonight may be a little different. Buffler steps in-between the middle rope as his music begins to fade. Suddenly “Come On” by Waterproof Blonde begins pink strobe lights begin to dance around the arena. Cindy Miller: And his opponent, ANNNABELLLE LEEEEEEEEE! Annabelle emerges from the back with a serious expression on her face. The crowd gives the fellow Texan an amazing response, cheering at the top of their lungs. Annabelle has on a tight purple leather halter-top with black leather pants and purple boots. Buffler stares down his prey as Annabelle stands on the outside of the ring. Annabelle’s music fades as the two continue the stand off. Buffler is the first to move, sliding outside of the ring to attack his opponent. Annabelle strikes Buffler in the temple with a hard right boot and axes him on the back. The attack seems to have no effect on Buffler as he runs through Annabelle like a bulldozer. He gores her onto the cold black mats and lifts her up by her hair. The crowd watches as Buffler tosses into the side of the ring with all his might. Annabelle yells in pain as her right shoulder strikes the black metal pole, causing her to fall back. Spagz: Buffler is taking this match extremely serious. Buffler quickly grabs Annabelle up once more, and forcefully rolls her into the ring. Annabelle claws at the mat trying to escape, but Buffler grabs her injugreen arm instantly stopping her in her tracks. He places his boot on her face and pulls her arm back as hard as he can. Annabelle yells in pain once more before desperately tripping Buffler onto his back. She stands to her feet favoring her right arm and dropkicks Buffler hard in the jaw. The former president collapses to the mat spitting blood out of his mouth. Annabelle elbows him on the back hard before viciously kicking him in the family jewels. Buffler grinds his teeth in pain. Biff: I told you Annabelle was a fighter! Spagz: Indeed. Annabelle stays on offense and forces Buffler up to his feet. She Irish whips him against the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt from the hall of famer. As Buffler comes charging back towards Lee she executes a drop toe hold, causing her opponent to fall flat out on his face. She forces him up to his feet once more and whips him into the corner. Annabelle begins running towards Buffler, only to be met with an unbelievable clothesline. Her entire body flips over, causing the southern belle to fall face first on the mat. Spagz: What an amazing move!! Biff: Damn that was ownage. Buffler grabs Annabelle by the hair and drags her to the middle of the ring. He lifts her up to her feet using her golden locks before slamming her back onto the canvas with a sickening thud. Buffler rubs his hands together with a sly grin on his face as he begins to stomp Annabelle. Lee struggles to breath as Buffler continues to damage her ribcage with vicious blow after blow. He grabs her by her hair once more and tosses her over the top rope. Annabelle’s head hits the bottom of the black barricade as the fans boo this vicious assault. Buffler slides out of the ring as Annabelle covers her stomach with her knees. He grabs her by the arm, causing her to whimper in agony… She slowly stands to her feet before he whips her against the barricade once more. Spagz: This is becoming too vicious to watch. Biff: You can watch a dog die but you can’t watch Annabelle get her ass kicked? Spagz: Buffler needs to let go of this obsession before it consumes him entirely. Buffler stalks his opponent and slowly approaches as she tries to use the barricade to lift herself up. He grabs her by the foot, trying to trip her. However, Annabelle ends up kicking Buffler in the face with her other foot. She is handed a chair from one of her fellow Texan’s in the front row and prepares herself as Buffler stands to his feet. He turns around to meet a brutal chair shot to the skull. Buffler stumbles backwards from the blow, and Annabelle continues swinging. She strikes Buffler three more times before the big man falls back in pain, with blood trickling down his skull. Annabelle doesn’t stop there, slamming the chair into Buffler’s abdomen as hard as she can. She pauses for a moment to tend to her wounds. Spagz: If Annabelle plans on walking out of here tonight with her life she’ll stay on the rebound. Biff: Let’s hope she stays alive. I haven’t even had sex with her yet! Spagz: Yet? Biff: She’s a slut. A Texan one at that! Annabelle travels to the other side of the ring and begins pulling out more toys to play with. She grabs a wooden table and a thick steel pole from underneath the apron. Buffler slowly but surely stands to his feet. Annabelle approaches the former president cautiously as he turns around. She swings with the pole but Buffler manages to duck in time. He punches her in the rib cage, and she drops the pole, holding her side in pain. Buffler grabs the steel pole and laughs before lifting it over his head. He hits Annabelle in the skull with the deadly weapon, seemingly knocking the southern belle unconscious. He doesn’t stop there either… With a slick grin he continuously strikes Annabelle with the pole, until her body is nothing more than a rag doll. The crowd watches in horror as a man they once knew as a hero beats on an innocent woman. Spagz: Buffler has completely knocked Annabelle out! He’s going to kill her! Biff: NO!! This can’t be happening! I’ll never get her number! He throws the weapon to the side and forcefully rolls Annabelle back into the ring… Without hesitation Buffler places Annabelle’s head in-between his knees and hits a BUFF BOMB in the middle of the ring. However, he doesn’t release Annabelle after the vicious power bomb. Instead he lifts her up and executes it again. The crowd now a bit silently watches as Buffler stands over Annabelle with pure rage on his face. He places his foot on her face for the pin. 1.. 2.. 3!! Spagz: Buffler won this match, but at what price? What good did this really do? Biff: Does it matter? Buffler is going to party tonight with some bitches. Hope I get invited. Cindy Miller: Your winner, BUFFLLLERRR! Buffler continues to stare down at Annabelle Lee with hatgreen in his eyes. The crowd gives a chorus of boos throughout the arena as the referee attempts to raise Buffler’s arm in the air. Buffler on the other hand snatches away from the ref, and lifts Annabelle up once more. Spagz: What is Buffler doing?? Buffler walks over to the side of the ring where the table is located and throws Annabelle’s limp body through it. Wooden debris and lays underneath the broken lifeless body as the crowds boos intensify. Spagz: That was completely uncalled for! At the top of the ramp two female figures move forward. One is Charlie Tarasov wearing a black tank top and a pair of blue jeans. The other is Miss Perfect wearing a black pinstripe shirt with a green tie and a pair of tight black leather pants. The two women quickly walk down the ramp as Buffler slides outside of the ring towards Annabelle. Biff: Oh man! Were going to have another naked session with Annabelle! Spagz: I don’t like the looks of this. Buffler grabs Annabelle’s body once more but before he can do anything MP grabs him by the arm. She whispers something in his ear, and Buffler slowly places Annabelle’s body down. Mp smirks and kisses Buffler on the cheek before kicking Annabelle in the stomach with her black leather stilettos. The crowd begins to throw things in the ring as Latrisha lifts Annabelle up and punches her in the jaw as hard as she can. Annabelle stumbles backwards and falls down with blood trickling out of her mouth. Charlie gets in on the action and straddles Annabelle. She begins punching her sister in the face with vicious blow after blow. Spagz: This is mad! Livingston needs to get security out here as soon as possible! Biff: I don’t know. Look at how Charlie is on top of her sister. Sexy. Buffler grabs another table from underneath the ring and sets it up. Charlie lifts Annabelle up to her and holds her arms behind her back. Annabelle’s face is covegreen in crimson liquid… Latrisha laughs as she grabs the microphone from Cindy Miller and Buffler begins punching Annabelle in the rib cage. Miss Perfect: I told you Annabelle… I told you that your day would come soon. The blood that flows from your head is only but a small taste of the horror that awaits you. Buffler punches Annabelle in the stomach one last time before Charlie forces her on her knees. MP gets close to Annabelle’s face and begins to talk softly on the mic. Miss Perfect: Relax… The only thing left is the screaming and the crying. You’ll understand sooner than you think. Biff: The fuck is she talking about? Did MP and Buffler lose their mind or something? Spagz: This is sickening. Those two deserve each other. Buffler grabs Annabelle by the hair and drags her over to the table. He BUFF BOMB’s her one last time before security guards come running towards the scene. They chase Buffler, MP and Charlie through the crowd as ambulance workers begin to rush down the ramp towards Annabelle. The audience applauds Annabelle as they lift her up on the stretcher, and start towards the backstage area. The cameras follow the EMT’s as they push Annabelle all the way to the parking lot. One of the EMT’s attempts to open the door to the ambulance, but Charlie hits him over the head with a black sledgehammer. The female EMT worker tries to run but MP grabs her by the hair and slams her head into the wall, leaving a small green stain on the white concrete. Spagz: Oh my God! What are they doing?! Charlie grabs Annabelle’s body off the stretcher as Buffler comes around in a black Escalade. She throws Annabelle into the back seat as Latrisha runs around the other side to the front. The car speeds off into the night just as more security comes running into the picture. Biff: They kidnapped Annabelle! Spagz: Dear lord, I hope Annabelle Lee will be safe. Biff: Maybe they’ll use a dildo on her or something. Spagz: This is a serious offense! Three insane people kidnapped an innocent woman. Biff: You act like Annabelle is pure. She killed their baby you know. Spagz: This rivalry has gone way too far. Biff: Holy crap, this is it. Spagz: And a match up so intense that it stole the main event! Biff: I think I might have just came in my pants of out excitement. The lights in the arena dim as "the memory remains" by Metallica starts to play, a blue spotlight hits the entrance ramp and Hitman is there...the fans sing along to the music as He makes his way to the ring...he slaps hands with the fans at ringside...he walks up the stairs and holding onto the top rope he walks along the apron looking out at the sea of fans...he gets into the ring and goes to the far turnbuckle, climbs it and raises his arms in the air. The crowd gets to their feet giving him a standing ovation. Spagz: The people are absolutely loving Hardcore Hitman! Biff: It's only right, he's given me more nights of entertainment than blow up Wanda. "Cocky" by Kid Rock hits the speakers and the crowd erupts in anticipation as smoke fills the entranceway. First through the smoke is the lovely Miss Kookie Kreme in a bright spandex body suit. Not far behind emerges Kris Keebler all decked out in glitter and streamers. At the top of the ramp Kookie hits the splits while Keebler drops to his knees and looks to the heavens. Pyros erupt back and forth across the stage behind the pair and then Kookie is helped to her feet. She skips her way down the ramp followed by Keebler who threatens anyone who tries to touch her. Keebler slides into the ring while Kookie uses the stairs. Once on the apron she leans back against the ropes and executes a very graceful back flip entrance. The crowd boos him like crazy. Keebler gives them the finger. Spagz: No love for Keebler. Biff: Why do they always have to be hating on a player? The two go face the face, yelling at each other. Keebler spits in Hitman's face. The two stare at each other coldly for a moment and then start throwing punches back and fourth, left and right. This goes on for nearly a minute without anybody getting the upper hand, just a fist fight. They start to grapple. They roll around on the mat struggling for control, throwing a punch every few seconds. The fight rolls outside of the ring. Hitman pushes Keebler against the ring barrier and starts choking the life out of him. Hitman's face turns a bright red with rage. Keebler gasps for breath, as Hitman shows no signs of loosening the hold. Keebler attempts to rake Hitman's eyes, but can barely move. Kookie Kreme comes up behind Hitman and smashes the back of his head with the ring bell. Hitman falls to the ground, holding his head, which has a big gash in it now. Keebler holds his throat, gasping for air. He then kicks Hitman in the gut, before whipping him into the metal stairs. Hitman collides loudly with them. Keebler rolls Hitman back into the ring. Spagz: Keebler gains control with the help of his harlot. Biff: HARLOT?! You wish you had a woman like that. Spagz: …Yeah. Keebler tries to pick Hitman up but Hitman races at Keebler, grabbing his legs and driving him into the corner with his shoulder. He then bashes Keebler against the turnbuckle a few times with his shoulder. Hitman then hooks Keebler's neck and executes a beautiful T-bone suplex. Without wasting any time Hitman dives on top of Keebler and starts punching him in the face. Biff: Jesus Christ I think he's trying to kill Keebler! Spagz: One could expect no less from a feud like this. Hitman throws Keebler into the corner and starts chopping away at his chest. Red marks are visible as Hitman relentlessly chops away. The crowd groans with each sickening thud. Then with a burst of energy Keebler knees Hitman in the groin. Keebler then grabs Hitman by the hair and tosses him into the corner. Without wasting a second Keebler starts punching and kicking Hitman until he sinks to the mat, and then he lays the boots to Logan. Spagz: Whatever the outcome, it isn't going to be pretty. Biff: Well, duh. Keebler grabs Hitman and delivers a snap suplex, but doesn't let go. He hooks Hitman around and delivers another, and then another, and then another after that. Keebler spits on the motionless Hitman much to the displeasure of the crowd, who readily let Keebler know how they really feel about him. Hitman jumps to his feet. Keebler stares at him a moment in awe. They both size each other up and then take a step back, executing simultaneous super kicks. They collide together hard, and both hit the mat, not moving. The ref walks into the middle of the ring and looks at both of them, and begins counting with the crowd. 1…2…3…4…5…6…7… Kookie Kreme climbs into the ring and begins grinding against the ref, staring up at him intently. The ref tries to pay attention to the match but gets easily distracted. He grins widely staring down at Kookie. She runs her finger along his chest as Keebler gives a low blow to Hitman, and rolls him up into a school boy pin. Kookie quickly disappears to the outside as fast as she showed up. The referee looks unhappy but turns around and sees the pin. He counts. 1! 2! Kickout! Spagz: That's not enough to put away the Hitman. Hitman grabs Keebler's legs with a burst of energy, dragging him to the center of the ring. He twists Keebler's legs around, and locks him into the sharpshooter. Keebler screams in agony as the ref asks him if he wants to quit. Keebler vehemently shakes his head no. Kookie Kreme tries to distract the ref with her feminine charm, but the ref just ignores her this time. Keebler drags himself to the edge of the ring with his upper body strength and grabs the rope. The ref orders Hitman to break the hold. Hitman just shakes his head no and pulls Keebler back into the center of the ring. Keebler screams and Hitman just leans down on him harder. Kookie Kreme gets on the ring apron and begins screaming at the ref. The ref walks up to her and gets in a shouting match, ordering her away from the ring. Keebler caves in and begins tapping. The ref is too distracted to even notice. Keebler continues to pound the ring with his palm, submitting, until Hitman just gets sick of it and breaks the hold. Keebler slums over breathing heavily. Kookie jumps off the ring apron as Hitman comes over and yells at the ref. The ref just shrugs. Biff: HE WAS TAPPING! Spagz: We all saw it…but the referee didn't and that's all that matters. Biff: Well I know that, but if I don't pretend to be disgusted then who will? That's my job, damn it! Hitman continues to argue with the referee. The referee just shrugs his shoulders and shakes his head. Keebler takes advantage and grabs Hitman from behind. Hitman tries to elbow Keebler but gets a German suplex before he can act. Keebler smiles broadly as the fans boo, and he goes for the cover. 1! 2! Kickout! Spagz: Not quite! Keebler looks disgusted as he argues with the ref, slapping his hands three times. The ref shakes his head and holds two fingers up. Keebler pushes him away and climbs the turnbuckle. He waits for Hitman to get up, and when he does, flies off of the top attempting a drop kick. Hitman quickly side steps it and Keebler falls awkwardly on one of his legs. Keebler tries to get back up but falls down again. Hitman scoops Keebler up and walks around holding him upside down. The crowd gets to their feet cheering Hitman on. Hitman leaps in the air and delivers a sick piledriver, dropping Keebler right on his head. Keebler doesn't even move once he's hit the mat. Biff: Jesus Christ, is he dead? Spagz: I don't think the human body is supposed to bend the way Keebler's just did. Hitman covers Keebler as the ref counts. 1! 2! Keebler places his boot on the bottom rope. The ref notices at the last second and stops. Hitman looks up at the ref. The ref shows him the rope break. Hitman shakes his head and pulls Keebler up, pushing him against the turnbuckle. Hitman walks in the other direction. Keebler stumbles forward only to receive a boot to the gut, and THE KILL SHOT. The crowd gets to their feet. Hitman is about to go for the cover when Kookie Kreme runs up to him and starts screaming. Hitman looks around at the crowd, who starts cheering loudly. Hitman kicks her in the gut and delivers ANOTHER KILL SHOT. The ref calls for the bell. Keebler's music starts playing. Biff: OH, FUCK THIS! We are NOT ending a pay per view like this! Biff slides into the ring and waves his arms in the air. Cindy Miller stops talking and the music cuts off. Biff talks to the referee and the bell is called for again. Cindy Miller: Ladies and gentlemen by order of commissioner Biff Reno this match is to be restarted at once, and is now a no disqualification match! Keebler gets up, and throws his US title to the ground. He looks at Biff angrily. Biff looks away and turns around. Keebler whips Biff back around and points his finger in Biff's face. Biff gets an ugly look on his face, before kicking Keebler in the gut and giving him a BIFF DRIVER! The crowd cheers as Biff shoves a lifeless Kookie Kreme out of the ring with his boot and goes back to the announcer table. Spagz: Wow. Biff: Yeah, just doing my job. Hitman slides out of the ring and grabs a barbed wire bat from under the ring, much to the delight of the crowd. He holds it in front of a rising Keebler, and lights it on fire. The crowd gets even louder. Hitman hits Keebler in the face with it. Keebler stumbles away holding his face, but just gets blows to the back with the bat. The barbed wire tears away at the flesh of Keebler. Hitman throws the bat to the outside. Spagz: Are you sure this no DQ thing was a good idea? Biff: Hey, if you aren't enjoying this, then you are no man. Hitman stares at the barely recognizable Keebler, and spits in his face. Hitman then attempts to grab Keebler, but out of desperation Keebler leans forward and bites Hitman's nose. When Hitman finally shakes Keebler loose, he throws him into the ground. Hitman holds his nose, which is bleeding profusely. Spagz: Holy fuck! He bit him?! Biff: I hope he's got all his shots. As Hitman holds his nose, Keebler swings around and clothesline Hitman's legs out from underneath him. He then grinds his elbow down into his face. Keebler then pulls Hitman to his feet by his hair, setting him up for the Kookie Kutter. As he goes to execute the move Hitman manages to pulls his head up, and hook Keebler's arms, delivering their finishers at the same time. They both lay on the mat motionless, and the referee just stands there unsure of what to do. The people start clapping and stomping on the ground. Both men start to get to their feet as the crowd cheers for them both. Keebler attempts to suplex Hitman, but Hitman counters and drops Keebler through the ropes. Hitman pulls two ropes in opposite directions, trying to hang Keebler. Biff: If somebody winds up dead I just know I'm going to get sued. Keebler appears to be barely holding on to consciousness when Kookie, who seems barely able to maintain awareness herself, hands Keebler the US title. With one swift motion Keebler slams it against the head of Hitman. Hitman falls backwards into the ring. Keebler frees himself and slides into the ring, dropping the US title on the mat. Keebler nails the KOOKIE KUTTER right onto the US title. He rolls Hitman over and covers him. 1! 2! 3! Cindy Miller: Here is your winner and STILL US champion, KRIS KEEBLER! Some of the crowd boos, but most of the audience gives a standing ovation to both competitors. Spagz: Well, your saving grace ended up defeating him anyway. Biff: Well you can lead a horse to water… Keebler slings Kookie Kreme over his shoulder, and with the US title in his hand, holds three fingers up in the air as he backs up towards the ramp. Hitman lies motionless in the ring. The cameras focus on Hitman from as hot directly above the ring and it spins around in circles as Biff and Spagz carry us out of this memorable night. Biff: That’s all we have for you tonight, thanks for tuning in, and don’t miss Warfare next week! I’m sure plenty of pissed off losers are going to seek revenge, and I’m sure that Hitman is going to make his presence felt after tonight! Spagz: But of course. So I’m Paul Spagz, he’s Biff Reno… and you have just been SOUGHT AND DESTROYED! The cameras still spin around the body of Hardcore Hitman until it fades out into the XWA logo… and then into blackness. SPECIAL Thanks To: Nea Mike Matthews – The Lifesaver of this PPV. Now you may all bow down to him. NOW I SAID! Biff Reno Terry Yakimoto All of you in the XWA for making this Pay Per View one of the strongest showings we have EVER had! Great RP’s this week guys, every call was a tough one. Hosted by www.Geocities.ws