David: "Welcome guys and girls to the ULW's own house show, Desecration. Tonight we have a few treats for you. We have an interview with Fucked Up Friday's most explosive wrestler, Psycho. We also have matches from several ULW superstars including Hunter, Kasheryn, Killjoy and up next Nathan Creed"
Nasty: "Yeah. It looks to be a good night here. A lot of promising new tlent here too, all looking to impress someone here"
David: "Our first match is set to be Nathan Creed, the contender for the Internation Title, against a rookie to the wrestling industry, Leon Deane. Can Deane pull off an upset against Creed, or will Creed buld up momentum going into his match against the Internation Champion?"
Nasty: "I guess there is only one way to find out Dave"
David: "Then I guess..."
(Suddenly the lights dim down. A guitar riff can be heard as they lights flicker, the first few chords of 'Did My Time' by KoRn. Each time the drums kick in the lights flash on and off more erraticly, along with a few strob effects. As the main tune starts the ligts flash on and off at a reasonable pace, along with the strobes. The first words star to play as Nathan Creed appears from backstage. He walks down to the ring, focussed totally on it. He slides under the bottom rope and climbs the nearest turnbuckle. He raises both hands in the air, to a cheer from the crowd. He climbs down and goes over to the edge of the ring to grab a micraphone. He walks back to th centre, mic in hand, and waits for the crowd to quieten down before speaking)
Nathan: "It is all well and good seeing Sean Johnson on Conan O'Brian last night, but as per usual there are a few things that it would be nice to clear up. First thing being his cat. I mean I have seen that cat, and to be honest I use that term lightly. How can Sean call that thing a pet? No offence Sean but it is the most putrid looking animal on the face of the planet. You heard of the saying, a face only a mother could love? I think that you cat is the exception. Didn't you find it abandoned somewhere? Even it's own mother couldn't handle it. Then again your cat has no direct bearing to this match, it is just a simple distraction"
(Nathan walks around the ring, a smile on his face. He stands to one side)
Nathan: "Secondly, your claim that for every counter there is a counter? I know that, hell I have even proved that before, but it takes a lot more than words to counter a move. We could trade blows all night, or we could counter every move made until the time limit runs out, but eventualy one of us will make a mistake. Could be me, could be you. The fact remains that we will be giving it our all. Thirdly, and finally, your claim that I insulted your skills. I did no such thing. I simple told you that my skills are equal to yours, if not better. I will prove it to you Saturday, and give you a preview right now"
(Nathan drops the mic as 'After Me' by Saliva strts to play. From out back walks an afro carribian man with a shaven head in silver trunks, around 6' tall and looks to weigh about 240lbs.He run straight down to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He stand in front of Creed, staring into his eyes)
David: "Deane showing no intimidation here. He looks ready to go"
Nasty: "Well if you wanna go up against Creed you gotta be ready. He is an amazing technical athlete"
(Deane rears back and nails Creed with a right hand, moments later the bell sounds. Deane nails Creed with another right hand and goes for a third. Creed blocks it and quickly hooks the belly and snaps Deane over with a belly to belly suplex. Deane lands hard as Creed follows up with quick headlock. Deane manages to get to his knee and thows a few elbows into Creed's gut, forcing him to let go of the hold. Deane goes to the ropes and springs back with jumping clothesline, taking Creed off his feet. Deane springsback to his feet and tries to lock in a single leg boston crab, but he can't turn Creed over. He tries again but Creed grabs Deane's head and rolls him up)
Ref: "1...2! Kickout!"
(Deane rolls away as Creed gets up. Deane looks to nail a standing dropkick but Creed dodges it and lets Deane fall to the mat hard. Creed picks Deane up and takes him over with a suplex, followed by another, and then a third one. Creed lifts Deane up to hif feet again and trips him onto his back. He places his leg through and goes to lock in a sharpshooter. Deane struggles but to no avail as Creed twists him onto his stomach)
David: "Nathan just locked in the sharpshooter. This is a tough moment for Deane. Nathan is applying a lot of pressure to the lower back, he might tap at any minute"
Nasty: "But if Deane can gt to the ropes Creed will be forced to break the hold. That is the only chance Deane really has"
(Deane struggles his way to the ropes.The ref forces Creed to break the hold and Creed lets Deane pull himself to his feet. He hooks his waist nd takes him over with a german suplex. Deane gets to his feet as Creed waits for him again. Deane tries for a right hand but Creed blocks it and looks to deliver a DDT. Deane counters it with an elbow to the ribs and pushes Creed into the ropes. Creedcomes back and as Deane ducks down, looking for a back drop, he hooks both of Deanes arm and delivers an underhook suplex. Deane crawls back to his feet, dazed and confused. Creed stalks him and as Deane turns around gets a boot to the gut. Creed grabs both of Deanes legs and flips Deane onto his back. He turns Deane over into the Courtesy Call and sits it in)
David: "Now its Creed with the Courtesy Call. This looks like it is almost certainly the end for Deane"
Nasty: "It could well be. The Courtesy Call is a nasty move. If Deane was smart he would tap out and save himself the injury"
(Deane tries to move but Creed just sits further back. Deane tries to reach for the ropes but is too far away. He yell out in pain and then taps furiously as the ref calls for the bell. Creed gets up and asks for the microphone again. He picks it up and stands in the centre of the ring as Deane leaves)
Creed: "Johnson, don't doubt me. I am not a simple opponent, and I will be ready to give it all for this match. I hope you are too Sean. See you Saturday. Oh, and by the way, no offence, but this match was just a Courtesy Call"
(Nathan rolls out of the ring to the cheer of the fans. He walks up the aisle and disapears backstage as the scene fades to black)
