versus

"Paddy Punch" The Hobo

MWF Xtreme Championship Match

Referee: Chris Forrest

Writer: Jason Williams

[The bell rings and ring announcer Peter Santos takes his position in the middle of the ring. The capacity crowds in Dallas, Texas are filled to the rafters, watching as Peter Santos raises the microphone to his lips only to be interrupted by the ecstatic noises of the crowd. Peter Santos breaks a smile and looks over at the commentary table of JP and Sully, shrugging.]

JP: Just listen to the noise from this crowd.

Sully: They are ready and pumped up for the Main Event.

JP: Not even Peter Santos knows what to do.

Sully: We know the whole stipulation of the match and the two competitors, why do we need Peter Santos?

JP: Because he adds a certain feeling in the atmosphere, hearing his voice bellow out in that much pride, showing that much heart leads the crowd into reaction.

Sully: This match will be the rematch we have all been waiting for.

JP: It is not the World Heavyweight Championship rematch unfortunately, that has been delayed for next week. What a night that will be Sully.

Sully: But we do not disappoint, it will be Shiv facing the man who has been grinding his teeth, waiting for this rematch clause to be granted� The Hobo.

JP: Both men are fan favorites, Hobo recently taking on the faceness and Shiv having an attitude adjustment slightly.

Sully: The current MwF Xtreme Champion has taken a new approach to his life and career in wrestling.

JP: But the fans still adore the former Twisted Vizion member, look at all those "Shivinator" banners out there.

[The cameras pan around, admiring the mixture of Shiv and Hobo signs reading such as for example: "New Xtreme Champion within the Hobo" and "Shiv is too Extreme!" The cameras then turn their attention back on JP and Sully who continue.]

JP: This crowd will no doubt be split tonight on Dynamite, rooting for both men.

Sully: Just like they will be next week when Thunder Bull challenges Troy Knight for the World Heavyweight Championship.

JP: Hobo has already suffered a loss to Shiv, remember he did capture the Xtreme Championship off the reigning champion back then known as "Paddy Punch".

Sully: Both men have looked ready for this match up, and tension is in the air.

JP: Peter Santos, you have the crowd in your hands�

[JP motions to Peter Santos that they have finished voicing their opinions as Peter Santos gives them the nod and looks back at the cameras standing in front of him. Peter Santos holds the microphone under his chin and begins to speak.]

Peter Santos: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is for the Maximum Wrestling Federation Xtreme Championship and there will be no rules for this contest�

[Peter Santos pauses as the Dallas crowd cheer heavily and Peter Santos soon has to speak over them.]

Peter Santos: The referee for this contest will be MwF's referee who has a specialty in hardcore matches� Chris Forrest.

[Chris Forrest jogs down the ramp and slides into the ring to a warm applause from the crowd. Peter Santos once again continues.]

Peter Santos: First, the challenger from Detroit, Michigan, weighing in at 213lbs� "Paddy Punch" The Hobo!

[Suddenly "One of a Can" the modified version of Breaking Point's famous "One of a Kind" blasts with such force over the loud speakers. And out walks the almighty Hobo, who strides down the rampway with a look of determination, but does decide to tag some of the fans hands along the way. The Hobo enters the ring walking over to the corresponding turnbuckle and raises a fist in the air to a thunderous ovation. "One of a Can" soon dies down and a faint "Hobo! Hobo! Hobo!" chant blares around the arena.]

JP: The fans showing their appreciation and respect for this man.

Sully: But wait for Shiv to appear the crowd isn't finished cheering yet.

JP: This is Shiv's second official title defense since defeating Hobo in that barbaric Ladder match.

Sully: Shiv went to a no contest with former MwF Superstar Eddie Benoit but he looks here to retain by either pinfall or submission to prove why he is deserving of the Xtreme title belt.

JP: The Hobo seems he is in serious mode tonight, no fun and no games.

Sully: Not even poker? Or chase the ace?

JP: Not even musical chairs.

Sully: Your still living in your childhood I see.

JP: I was being sarcastic then Sully...

Peter Santos: And his opponent� from Miami, Florida, weighing in at 250lbs he is the Maximum Wrestling Federation Xtreme Champion� "Shivinator" Shiv!

[The crowd gives uproar of cheers and out walks Shiv, the Xtreme Championship wrapped tightly around his waist, entering to "Enter Sandman" by Metallica. Shiv immediately locks eyes with The Hobo who is testing the ring ropes but soon glances back at Shiv, not showing any fear. Both men soon begin jaw-jacking one another, Shiv gesturing he will walk out with the belt and Hobo motioning around his waist that he will take the belt home. Shiv begins jumping on one spot, and soon jolts down the rampway and at full head of steam sliding into the ring to meet with Hobo. Hobo runs forward and nails a sharp boot to the side of Shiv's head and the bell rings to signal the match is underway.]

Sully: Not a wise move on the part of Shiv there, he just ran into the ring.

JP: And Hobo's awaiting boot was there to welcome Shiv to the ring.

[The Hobo continues to lay in the deadly kicks to the head of Shiv, trying to knock Shiv out cold early. Shiv tries fighting his way back to his feet, with the double leg takedown and in the mounted position begins to unload with some vicious right hands. Hobo tries to cover up but is unable to as the crowd starts getting behind Shiv with a "Shivinator! Shivinator! Shivinator!" chant. Shiv seems fired up looking at the crowd and then back at the laying Hobo. The Hobo however uses his quickness to break free, spinning over and onto Shiv nailing some shots to the cranium of the Xtreme Champion.]

Sully: Both men tearing into each other in the opening minute of the match.

JP: Shiv hasn't even had time to take off his Xtreme title belt.

Sully: Both men are revved up on adrenaline not to be the first man to give in.

JP: But wait until the weapons come into play, this is what brought both men to the dance.

[Referee Chris Forrest warns both men to break things clean but Hobo gets in a sly shot in to the jaw of Shiv with an uppercut. Shiv staggers back into the ropes and Hobo charges at Shiv with the crossbody block sending both men over the top rope and clashing hard on the outside. Shivs belt flies off from his waist and onto the floor next to Hobo. The crowd is already on the edge of their seats as Hobo is the first man to show signs of movement crawling around on the floor and digging his head under the ring.]

Sully: Looks like the appliances are coming into play JP.

JP: Appliances is an understatement� weapons are the correct term Sully.

Sully: Didn't you know that Hobo is lethal in the kitchen?

JP: And this is related to the match somehow?

Sully: Well if Hobo finds the kitchen sink then you will know what I mean JP.

[Hobo is taking his time under the ring as his feet completely vanish under the ring while Shiv is leaning against the steel steps, recuperating. The crowd seems bewildered as to where Hobo has disappeared to while Shiv slowly makes his way to a vertical base. Shiv wipes the sweat from his forehead and begins looking around, wondering where his opponent has gone. Shiv seems he is fuming that his opponent has just decided to hide when out of no where comes Hobo with an accurate trashcan shot to the head of Shiv who falls back into the barricades. The fans reach out and touch Shiv while Hobo continues the onslaught with various shots to the upper body of Shiv.]

JP: A wise veteran move by Hobo, Shiv is going to have a lot of bruises the next morning once this night is over.

Sully: Will it ever end JP? The brawling is uncontrollable.

JP: I sure hope not, just listen to the crowd they are so caught up in the moment it's like they aren't going to boo anyone tonight.

[Hobo throws the trashcan to one side and walks around the ring to where he left a trail of weaponry. The Hobo picks up a kendo stick but is caught off guard by Shiv who lunges forward with a well-placed forearm to the face of Hobo. Hobo's arms sway behind him and Shiv takes the opportunity to grab Hobo around the arm and neck region and nailing some knees to the sternum of Hobo. Hobo seems out of breath but Shiv does not waste anytime for Hobo to recover nailing a straight boot to the face of Hobo who falls flat on his back. Shiv seems impressed by his tactics as we hear some faint jeering from the fans. The camera catches sight of a small contingent of Hobo supporters once again in the front row. The army of homeless hobos chants "Hobo! Hobo! Hobo!" in union but this does not intimidate Shiv who lifts Hobo back to his feet and rolls him back into the ring.]

JP: This match has been even so far, both men getting some offence but Shiv is in control once again.

Sully: But don't forget JP Hobo does have them special "evasive tactics"

JP: Shiv must have researched this though from Hobo's match last week with Troy Knight. He must of come prepared.

[Shiv looks back under the ring and pulls out a set of steel piped chairs, a kendo stick and a trashcan lid. Shiv re-enters the ring grabbing hold of the kendo stick and begins parading around the ring with the kendo stick in the air to a mixed reaction. Some heavy jeering but soon there is a smattering of cheers.]

JP: I spoke too soon about no booing tonight, both men have support tonight from their respective fan base.

Sully: Nothing unusual about you being wrong JP, it's quite amusing to see you admit you're in the wrong.

JP: Unlike yourself who denies it after.

Sully: I do not!

["Shivinator" soon changes his expression to pure hatred as he drives the kendo stick into the spine of Hobo. Shiv lifts up Hobo's old ragged clothing to expose the naked flesh of Hobo. Shiv has a sadistic smile come across his face and soon begins nailing Hobo in the spine with defining kendo stick shots. Hobo screams out in anguish, holding onto the ropes to try pulling himself out of the ring. Shiv however like a shark that can smell blood nails a snap elbow drop into the lower back area of Hobo whose face grimaces. Shiv rolls Hobo over into the lateral press and Chris Forrest runs over to administrate the count, 1� 2� kickout! Hobo just barely gets the shoulder up and Shiv looks at Chris Forrest blankly looking confused yet frustrated. Shiv lifts Hobo back up to his two feet and irish whips him into the corner. Shiv charges at "Paddy Punch" with a running clothesline and follows up with a running bulldog onto a trashcan lid. Hobo's face is planted into the trashcan lid, which is now dented by the shape of Hobo's head.]

Sully: Shiv is showing why he is the top man in the Xtreme division today.

JP: Hobo though is a fighter and he won't quit just yet they have a long way to go.

Sully: We're just getting started isn't that right JP?

JP: Right you are Sully.

[Kneeling over Hobo Shiv goes for the second cover of the match in the half nelson pinning combination, 1� 2� Hobo gets the shoulder up with such force that he catches Shiv in the nose. Blood gushes out of the nose of Shiv who rolls around the ring from the heartrending blow. Hobo seizes the opportunity and springs back to his feet nailing a baseball dropkick to the face of Shiv. Blood falls on the mat from Shiv's temporary nosebleed. Hobo picks Shiv back up and nails some open fists to the face of Shiv who falls back into the ropes, trying to stand using them for leverage. Hobo wraps his arms around the neck of Shiv and jumps high in the air, bringing Shiv down with him with a devastating Ace crusher. Hobo is not done yet however, placing a couple of chairs on the chest of Shiv. Hobo looks at the crowd who cheers for "Paddy Punch". Hobo gives them the thumbs up and in one split second Hobo flips back nailing a standing moonsault onto Shiv, crushing the steel chairs into the ribs of Shiv who holds his sternum and cringes from the move]

JP: Hobo sacrificing his own body right there just to add the fatal blow to Shiv.

Sully: Hobo pressing the advantage and now he is in control of this match.

[The man known as "Paddy Punch" holds onto his abdomen trying to block out the pain and eventually crawls over into the cover hooking the leg, 1� 2� Shiv kicks out. Chris Forrest signals it was indeed a two count only and Hobo does not pause to argue and continues the assault. Hobo lifts Shiv by the hair back up to his feet and puts Shiv in a headlock. Hobo lifts Shiv up in a suplex and nails it perfectly, but holds onto the move. Hobo with the float over and nails a second vertical suplex. Hobo is still not satisfied and hoists Shiv back in the air, allowing the blood to rush to the head for a while and soon nails a modified brainbuster. Hobo goes for the second cover, evening the odds, 1� 2� but Shiv still has the strength to kick out.]

Sully: Hobo being smart here after every move he hits he goes for the cover and even though Shiv kicked out it drains the energy from the Xtreme Champion.

JP: Shiv needs to avoid the covers because every pin attempt Hobo makes it will only take three precious seconds for Hobo to walk out the newly crowned Xtreme Champion.

Sully: Wait look at this JP!

[Hobo is back on the outside and pulls out a wooden table from under the ring, which brings a heavy cheer from the crowd. Shiv is laying in the ring unknown to Hobo's evil intentions. Hobo sets up the table and places it next to the ringpost. Hobo looks into the realms of the fans and then at his personal Hobo family fan club. Shiv however, kips back up to his feet and charges against the ropes and comes running towards Hobo with the senton over the top rope colliding with Hobo on the outside, executing the 270 flip to perfection. The crowd stands to their feet giving a huge ovation to the Shivs dare devil move.]

JP: Shiv now being the one putting his body on the line.

Sully: Neither man is moving, took the wind out of both of them.

JP: It's like watching a car crash where no one survived.

Sully: Seems like Shiv is barely alive, he's showing some movement.

[Using all the strength he can muster Shiv someway manages to stand back up looking over at the table that Hobo has set up. Shiv has other ideas looking under the ring and the crowd looks over the head of Shiv to see he is bringing out a twenty-foot ladder. Dallas, Texas erupts but Shiv seems to ignore this, throwing the ladder into the ring and slowly setting the ladder up. Hobo however tries to counter the attack but Shiv is on guard and rams the ladder into the forehead of Hobo who lands on his shoulders, unconscious. The crowd begins jeering strongly for no apparent reason when cameras catch a glimpse of Tempest making his way down to ringside.]

JP: Someone please remove this disgraceful man from ringside, it seems he is somehow going to get involved.

Sully: It is no disqualification after all JP, Shiv and Hobo should have realized that.

JP: This man is out here to ruin a historic match.

Sully: The man is out here to watch the new member of his stable Hobo.

JP: Hobo doesn't even want anything to do with Tempest.

Sully: Didn't Hobo point out it wouldn't be too bad if he had some help?

[Struggling to stand, Shiv decided to fall on top of Hobo into the cover, his arm over the chest of Hobo in exhaustion, 1� 2� Hobo kicks out! Shiv holds his head wondering what it takes to put Hobo down for the infamous three count. Tempest just stands on the outside, warned by Chris Forrest to not interfere. Shiv pulls Hobo up to his feet nailing a european uppercut to Hobo who falls on his knees, barely able to stand.]

Sully: Both men are shattered from this match they are worn out.

JP: They have given it their all but neither man will stay down for the count.

Sully: Shiv so determined to retain but can he do it against the man who has found his tracks in this company once again in the Hobo?

[A chair is picked up in the hands of "Shivinator" who looks at the foreign object and then back at Hobo whom has his back turned to the Xtreme Champion. Hobo turns around and steel meets skull with a sickening thud and Hobo falls hard to the mat, a gash of blood falls from the head of Hobo while Shiv stands over him, laughing sinisterly. Shiv orders Chris Forrest to make the count as he goes for the cover, this time not hooking the leg in a nonchalant cover, 1� 2� Hobo kicked out!]

JP: My god Hobo just won't give in.

Sully: If Shiv made the right decision and hooked the leg there would be no chance in hell that Hobo would have been able to kick out.

JP: You may be right Sully, Shiv showing his rather egomaniacal side right there and it may of cost him.

Sully: It might come back to haunt him in this match.

JP: This match has truly been hardcore to the bone.

Sully: Both men put the "Core" in "Hard".

[Agitated, Shiv begins to strangle Hobo with the illegal choke showing some new aggression. Shiv stands to his feet and looks at Tempest with eyes wide open. Shiv is now distracted by the appearance of Tempest and this gives the chance for Hobo to climb back to his feet. Hobo places the chair in the middle of the ring and in one quick movement Hobo runs up to Shiv, wrapping "Shivinators" arms around his own neck and nailing the Hobo Cutter, driving the head of Shiv into the chair. Shiv is now busted open badly from catching the chair at an awkward angle. The blood pours out and Hobo panics, not feeling any movement in his body. Hobo uses his hands to make his way to Shiv and covers Shiv as Chris Forrest makes the cover, 1� 2� SHIV KICKED OUT!]

Sully: SHIV KICKED OUT OF THE HOBO CUTTER ONTO THE CHAIR!?

JP: Tempest distracted Shiv momentarily there allowing Hobo to bind himself some time to nail his signature move known as the Hobo Cutter.

Sully: What is it going to take to put the Xtreme Champion away?

JP: By the end of the night Hobo may be convicted of murder.

[Raising his hand, three fingers shown in the face of Chris Forrest Hobo asked if it was a three but Chris confirmed it was a near two and three quarters before Shiv kicked out. Both men are sprawled on the mat, their bodies prone as the adrenaline kicks in. Hobo presses himself up to his feet and rather gingerly walks over to Shiv. Hobo sets up the chair once again placing it beneath Shiv and himself. Shiv's body was limp and numb and Hobo had to use both his arms to lift Shiv up by the head. Hobo wrapped the arms of Shiv back around his neck and looks for the second Hobo Cutter of the night but Shiv battles out of the finisher with some elbow shots to the side of the head and nails a kick to the gut. Hobo doubles over while Shiv grabs the head of Hobo, leaning over resting on Hobo and then snaps back with the evenflow ddt on the chair. Hobo cries out in agony holding his head and the crowd seem tired but still cheer on. Shiv looks over at his downed opponent and makes his way over and into the cover, 1� 2� HOBO KICKED OUT! ]

JP: Words can't describe this match, the tenacity of both men is unexplainable.

Sully: It's the heart and the soul that these men rely on.

JP: Both are committed to that prestigious Xtreme title belt and they are showing that here tonight.

[The crowd looks on in awe, applauding both men's courage. Shiv rolls out of the ring to take a breather as Tempest steps aside to avoid causing any trouble. Shiv grabs something from under the ring, which appears to be some sort of small bag. Shiv looks at the crowd who is amazed by the display of both warriors. Shiv enters the ring taking his time as Hobo is still down. Shiv shows the bag to the crowd who cheer slightly until Shiv pours out of the bag a thousand pieces of thumbtacks scattered over the ring. The crowd goes wild as Shiv throws the small pocket bag to one side and makes his way over to the opposite side towards the ladder. Shiv picks up the ladder and sets it up in the corner while Hobo begins to stir. Shiv taunts to the crowd signaling it is time to finish the match. Shiv grabs the head of Hobo, lifting him up from the mat and hoists him onto his shoulders into a spinebuster position. Shiv walks over to the thumbtacks looking to drill Hobo's body into the small sharp nails. However Hobo fights back and lifts Shiv up looking for a back body drop but Shiv nails a boot to the chest of Hobo and ripping off his ragged old white vest. Shiv begins to fire up with some knife-edge chops to the now red marked chest of Hobo. Shiv nails another planted boot to the stomach of Hobo and looks for a second evenflow ddt but Hobo swings around, catching the arm of Shiv and sets up and hits a second Hobo Cutter instead.]

Sully: HOBO CUTTER! HOBO CUTTER! IT'S DAMN SURE OVER NOW WE ARE GOING TO CROWN A NEW CHAMPION!

JP: Chris Forrest is on stand-by to make the count.

[Hobo quickly runs over to Shiv and lies his head on the chest of Shiv into the cover, 1� 2� 3 &endash; no Shiv just got the shoulder up in a weak effort.]

Sully: I don't believe it!

JP: This can go on all night!

Sully: The second Hobo cutter of the night and Shiv still kicked out.

[Hobo holds his head, not able to come to terms how Shiv kicked out of his finisher not once but twice. Hobo has had enough and begins to climb to the outside and onto the ring apron. Shiv is still down in the middle of the ring, not far from the thumbtacks. Hobo begins to scale to the top rope and looks at the crowd that are going nuts.]

Sully: JP have you got any damn spare change?

JP: What do you want now, you owe me some already!

[However the move is diverted as Shiv bounces back to his feet and runs over to the ropes and crotches Hobo. Hobo yells out holding onto his nether regions while Shiv takes a few steps back to the opposite corner from Shiv. Shiv calls for the end.]

Sully: This could be it JP.

JP: He's calling for the Shivinator.

[Running forward at a fast pace Shiv glides in the air, avoiding the thumbtacks and grabbing Hobo in midair swinging around and bringing Hobo with him to the outside of the ring and crashing through the table!]

Sully: HOLY SHIT! THE SHIVINATOR FROM THE INSIDE OF THE RING TO THE OUTSIDE THROUGH A TABLE!

JP: BOTH MEN COULD BE KILLED!

Sully: We could be seeing a repeat from June when both Shiv and Eddie Benoit were unable to continue. Can we see that same controversial ending tonight?

[Referee Chris Forrest wipes the sweat from his head with his shirt and rushes to the outside of the ring to the carnage. Tempest continues looking on and Shiv makes the cover, grasping onto the leg of Hobo, 1� 2� HOBO GOT THE SHOULDER UP TO ACCENTUATE THE KICKOUT!]

Sully: This is unbelievable.

JP: As they always say, "this isn't for the weak of heart".

[The crowd begins to get behind both men Tempest still observing the match from a safe distance and Shiv is the first man to make the first move. Shiv reaches his hand out clasping onto the apron and pulling himself back up. Shiv looks inside the ring at the ladder and then at the thumbtacks. Shiv has a smug look expressed across his face and then looks down at Hobo. Shiv uses his power to lift Hobo up onto his shoulders and roll him into the ring. Shiv slides in soon after and lifts Hobo back up by the hair. Shiv nails a weak shot to the temple of Hobo and then grabs the arm of Hobo to irish whip him into the ladder. Tempest rushes towards the ring, hopping on the apron beginning to have a dispute with the referee but Shiv turns around and nails a hard forearm shot to knock Tempest down. The referee checks on Tempest who holds on to the referee to gain his attention, debating about something while Shiv walks over to the other side of the ladder and at the same time as climbing, helps Hobo up also. Hobo seems to find where he is and brushes Shiv's hand away from his head. Both the Xtreme Champion and the challenger climb to the very top of the ladder and begin exchanging malicious blows. Shiv seems to get the advantage, driving Hobo's head into the top of the ladder. Hobo falls back but still grabs on to the ladder so he doesn't fall. Shiv locks his arms around the head of Hobo, looking for the evenflow ddt. Shiv turns towards the thumbtacks and tries lifting Hobo up but a masked man who just ran through the crowd and jumped the guardrail grabs his foot. Shiv tries frantically to kick away at the masked man but received a clobbering blow to the spine from this anonymous helper. Unknown to the assistance Hobo now uses the golden opportunity and counters and throws Shiv over the top of his head.]

JP: OH GOOD LORD!

Sully: NO! NO! NO! NO! NO!

[Chris Forrest enter the ring witnessing Shiv falling from twenty feet from the suplex delivered by Hobo and his back is drilled, punctured into the thumbtacks while Hobo stays perched at the top of the ladder. Shiv's flesh is covered in thousands upon thousands of thumbtacks as he begins shaking from the impact writhing in pain. The masked figure slides to the outside while Hobo though isn't through, balancing himself on top of the ladder and grabbing a coin from his pocket. Hobo looks at the coin and into the vast majority of the heavy cheering crowd. Hobo kisses the coin and shouts "Got any spare change?" The Hobo then springs off the top of the ladder with hang time and nails the Spare Change Splash onto the body of Shiv. Both men are out cold as the fans stands on their feet, no longer seated and begin chanting "WHOLY SHIT! WHOLY SHIT! WHOLY SHIT!" Hobo somehow uses the last ounce of energy he has and drapes the arm over the chest of Shiv and into the cover as Chris Forrest initiates the count, 1� 2� 3! The bell rings and Chris Forrest takes the MwF Xtreme Championship from the timekeeper and places it over the body of Hobo. Chris Forrest raises the arm of the unconscious Hobo as the fans give an enormous cheer.]

JP: That was simply electrifying.

Sully: Both men went through hell tonight but Hobo got his retribution by defeating Shiv to recapture the Xtreme championship.

Peter Santos: The winner of the match� AND NEW Maximum Wrestling Federation Xtreme Champion� "Paddy Punch" The Hobo!

["One of a Can" echoes throughout the arena and Hobo rolls out of the ring holding the MWF Xtreme Championship close to his chest while Tempest exits the ringside area nodding his head with a smirk upon his face. The masked man follows in the path of Tempest both admiring the massacre. The Hobo army is jumping up and down while Shiv lies in the ring still not moving. EMT's rush down the ring to check on both men after this full out brawl.]

JP: Congratulations to the Hobo for becoming a two-time MWF Xtreme Champion.

Sully: It needed one career-threatening move to finish off Shiv, he should be proud he tried his best to retain.

JP: But it wasn't to be.

Sully: There will be a rematch clause in the contract of Shiv and I can't wait to see the third installment of Shiv versus Hobo for the Xtreme title down the line.

JP: What business did Tempest have out here?

Sully: He's proving his liability to Hobo, that he truly wants to recruit the new Xtreme Champion.

JP: And who the hell was that masked figure that's two straight weeks in a row now Hobo has needed help.

Sully: As I said JP it's his well-planned evasive tactics.

[Suddenly the arena turns to pitch-blackness and thunder is heard over the MaxiTrons. The lights begin flickering a bright red light and red mist forms in the ring. The crowd looks on in astonishment as the mist builds and out of no where crows begin flying around the arena. A message appears on the screen reading: "Shiv� joins us� join the ascendant Team Elite� there is no escaping the darkness!" The crows circle the ring as the fans look on cheering loudly for the strange occurrences. The crows banish and the arena lights eventually flicker back on and in the middle of the ring we see Shiv looking at a gravestone with some dirt surrounding the ring reading "In Loving Memory of Shiv died on August 23rd, rebirth August 30rd" The crowd are stunned by these messages as MWF heads to a commercial break.]

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