END OF DAYS

[Jonah Helmuth]

The Xtreme-o-tron lights up showing up some of the history of the Killer Instinct Tornaments, much like the footage we seen at the end of the pay per view. First we see the three men no DQ match for the Uncensored title with Disturbed standing victorious after his pin fall over the new arrival Jack Cannon. We then flash to footage and see the return of perhaps one of the most hated in XFC history John Valentine. After a few scenes of him we move on to see Rigormortis doing what he does best and beating his old long time friend Johnny Rave and successfully defending his Parental Advisory title after a vicious shot from the sledgehammer.

We are then shown highlights of the breath taking money in the bank match, we see another shock return this time Dexter Damage returns to compete, we see Matt Enigma grabbing the first case and high tailing it out of the arena we are then shown footage of the other superstars pulling down their case and unveiling what they had in fact won Renegade winning a shot at The Parental advisory championship, Mike Miller winning the shot at the uncensored Championship and last of the three men black man win the UIWF world Heavyweight Championship.

Are Footage continues as we see Jimmy Helmsley doing battle with his biggest rival and coming out on top a new XFC world heavyweight champion was crowned. We then go on to show clips of the main event where Joey Marano did battle with Adam Myers to determine who would become the number one contender for the XFC world heavyweight championship.

The Footage then shows Adam Myers getting the pinfall over Joey Marano after a closely fought contest. The footage then shows Confetti raining down, along with fireworks that burst high up above the ring. The sparks drizzle down to accompany the multi-colored confetti. Adam Myers collapses to his knees and points out to all the fans, thanking them for supporting him through his 2 month journey to this spot.




PRESENTS

LIVE ON HBO, FROM Rio De Janeiro



Pyro's blast from the stage surrounding the ring as the show begins and the camera's start rolling.. The Brazilian crowd is going crazy as we prepare for a long and interesting night.

Deano: Ladies and Gentlemen welcome to the END OF DAYS brought to you by the XFC and there sponsors.

Vic: Nike, just do it.

Deano: What an action packed show we have for you tonight, not only will we see the respective in ring returns of John Valentine and Tommy Chuckles, but we will see the winner of 2009 killer instinct tournament going against the guy that has been a thorn in his side for over a month now Spencer Riggz.

The crowd are going crazy as the make shift titration on the beach side begins to play recaps of the most recent events among the XFC locker room.. Including Jimmy Helmsley taking out Chris Rollz for the XFC Heavyweight Championship and Adam Myers clawing out a win from Joey Marano as the two went head to head in a match in the finals of the KI tournament. The camera cuts to the 'ringside' area to show the fans eagerly awaiting the first match..

Matt Enigma Vs Serena Bordeaux

We come back to the ringside area where the fans await the arrival of the next two competitors and they do not have to wait long as. “Our Time is Now” by Story of the Year blasts out over the loud speaker as Matt Enigma makes his way down towards the ring carrying the briefcase he won in the money in the bank match, he has a cocky smile on his face as he get a mixed reaction from the crowd. Once he reaches the ring he slides underneath the bottom rope and walks to the far side of the ring where he asks for a microphone. Once he is given a microphone he walks to the centre of the ring and begins to speak.

“Last week I did the unthinkable, I won something in the money in the bank match. I proved that hard work is not always the best option, I mean look at me, I have half assed it my entire career and now I hold a case that contains a shot at the World Title. So when I decide to cash it in I will live my dream, and become the best this company has to over. But that is then, let us talk about to night, where they have me facing some curtain jerker that nobody has ever heard of, I’m the future world champion and I am too good to be facing people like th....”

"Bad, Bad Girlfriend" by Theory of a Deadman Blasts out over the load speakers as one of XFC’s newest signing Serena Bordeaux makes her way down towards the ring, she gets a good reaction from the male population in the crowd as she walks past them, after a few moments she finally reaches the ring, she slowly makes her way up the steps before walking along the apron into the centre of the ring where she pauses for a few moments before climbing into the ring. Once in the ring she stands right in the face of Matt Enigma who has a confused look upon his face.

Matt Enigma: “Who the hell are you? Did you not hear me bitch? I am the next XFC world heavyweight champion, you do not deserve to be in my presence.”

Serena has heard enough as she nails Enigma with a firm elbow to the head knocking him back and causing him to drop the case. She pushes him against the ropes and attempts to send him across the ring, but he reverses and he waits for her to comeback. When she comes back she catches Enigma by surprise and takes him down with a head scissors take down. Matt goes flying across the ring, Sereana charges across and punt kicks Matt right in the ribs knocking the wind right out of him.

Vic: Now that is what I call a woman.

Deano: She has a great talent and a great future ahead of her here in the XFC.

Vic: Who cares about her wrestling ability Deano look at that a...


DING...DING...DING...


Finally a referee arrives and signals for the bell to be rung, Serena quickly measures up Matt Enigma before dropping a leg drop across the back of his head. She gets back to her feat and drops her knee into the back of his head, before going for the cover.


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No! Enigma gets his shoulder off of the mat, Serena pulls Enigma back up to his feet and pushes him back into the corner, she nails him with a few roundhouse kicks to the midsection before placing her foot under his chin and pushing his head back. As soon as she removes her foot she jumps and nails Enigma with a jumping spinning back kick, knocking him into a seated position in the corner, she backs of slightly and nails Enigma with a Bronco Buster.


Vic: Lucky son of a

Deano: Yeah she is doing a great job

Enigma rolls out of the corner to the centre of the ring as Serena makes her way up top, she waits for Enigma to get back to his feet before leaping off and nailing him with a flying cross body right into the cover.


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Kick Out! Enigma gets his shoulder off of the mat at the last possible second. Serena gets back up to her feet and waits for Matt to get back up. Once he finally gets back to his feet she nails him with huge round house kick to the side of his head, he stumbles a little bit as Serena again makes her way to the top turnbuckle, she waves for Matt Enigma to turn round and nails him.





SUICIDE BLONDE!!!


She quickly moves into the cover.


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Deano: She did it, she won her first match here in the XFC and what an impressive Victory it was.

Vic: Yes, I was impressed.

Deano: Wow you stuck for words Vic that’s a first.

Serena finishes celebrating then makes her way back to the changing rooms leaving us with just Matt Enigma in the ring. He slowly gets back to his feet a little red faced, he picks up his brief case and is about to leave the ring when Laci Lollipop grabs him by his arm.

Laci: Matt I have been informed that since you ran away last week and we did not get the chance to see what was inside your case, you are to open it here to night, and unveil what it is you have actually earned, I have also been informed to tell you that if you do not open your case then you will be stripped of what ever it is inside.

Matt Enigma stands in the centre of the ring looking at his case for a few moments before lifting it up for everybody to see. He unfastens the locks and opens the case and unveils a huge sign saying.


YOU’RE FIRED!!!!

Vic: HA HA HA, It contains his pink slip.

Deano: Wow, after shooting his mouth off to losing to a new up and coming star to being fired.

Vic: Oh well another one bites the dust.

Deano: Do you need to be so heartless.

Vic: Yeah of course I do, just look at him.

Enigma is in the middle of the ring with tears running down his face, he can’t believe it he no longer has a Job, a number of XFC security make their way to the ring, as Enigma begs to keep his job, the Security force him to his feet as XFC goes to commercials.

[Jonah Helmuth]

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We go away from the ring where we see Matt Enigma still being escorted away from anything to do with the company; he is being dragged by both his arms and screaming at the top of his voice.

“PLEASE, I NEED THIS JOB. I WILL WORK HARDER I PROMISE.”

As they get further and further away the huge security guards toss Enigma to the floor and chuckle to them self’s for a few moments, Matt Enigma sits on his knees and places his hands together and continues to beg for his Job. While he is begging a black stretch limo pulls up behind him, the door swings open and a man wearing a black pin striped suit and a cowboy hat steps out. He looks down at Matt Enigma and smiles to himself before standing next to his own security and making his way towards the XFC locker rooms.

Deano: Who the hell was that?

Vic: I don’t know Deano but he did not look too impressed with Matt Enigma.

Deano: Matt Enigma thought that he had a golden ticket for a title shot.

Vic: Yeah, but he instead got a golden ticket to join the unemployment line.

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Ebony, Obsidian & Onyx Nightfur Vs. Brickhouse Bannister, The Amazing Grey Goose & The Teabag Terror

Teabag, Brick & Goose wait inside the ring as the cameras are now focused on the upcoming bout. "Animal I Have Become" blares over the speakers, leading out the Nightfur newcomers. First is Ebony, making her way through the parade walkway and onwards to the ring.

Laci Lollipop: The first contest of the evening is a 6-person tag match scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, in the ring, the team of Brickhouse Bannister, Rex "The Teabag Terror" Cleevaj, and The Amazing Grey Goose!

The cameras spotlight those 3 for a few seconds as they pose to an unmoved crowd.. Ebony finally reaches the ring, climbing up to the apron as the rev of an engine is heard in the distance. She gives her adversaries a smile before turning back to watch the arrival of her partners.

Laci Lollipop: And their opponents: At a combined weight of 405 pounds.. Ebony, Obsidian, and ONYX... NIGHTFUR!

The 2nd member of the new team, Obsidian Nightfur, rides on out in his motorcycle, passing the onlooking party-goers as a Boston Terrier is seated behind him firmly. Suddenly.. we see someone else, donning a heavy winter coat with the hood over their head, dashing on all fours past Obsidian and actually beating him to the ring, springing up and somersaulting over Ebony's body to then land in the ring, in front of the first 3 that entered the ring.

Vic: The fuck...?

This mysterious 3rd person slowly raises their head from a crouching-stance, showing two glimmering eyes that bear an orange glow. Obsidian parks his bike and takes the keys out of the ignition, grinning at the fact that his partner/sister raced him to the ring. Ebony sits down upon the 2nd rope for Obsidian as he goes up to the apron and then steps through the ropes. Before long, the 3rd member of the Nightfur clan, presumably Onyx, straightens her back and removes her coat, later removing the skeletal-mask that was on her head. Both items are placed at the lower-end of a corner by Onyx as her sister then enters the ring and the bell sounds.

Deano: Okie dokie... Let's see what the Nightfur family is made of.

An inexplicable howl soars throughout the sky, giving the impression that a pack of wolves were calling out to the moon tonight.

Vic: Eeks! Where the hell are those noises coming from?!

Deano: Don't know, but I feel like I'm on the set of the third Lost Boys movie.

Vic: They're coming out with a third Los... wait, when did the second movie come out?!

Deano: Straight to DVD about a year ago.

Vic: Ah, of course it did.

Teabag Terror walks up to Onyx, sandwich in hand, and totally disrespects her by chewing with his mouth open. It doesn't help that he's spitting bits of ham and lettuce as he's eating. Obsidian looks over at Ebony, and she glances over at him, equally appalled by the competition they are being fed by XFC management. The two run past Onyx & Teabag, with Ebony leaping over Grey Goose and latching on with a flipping-neckbreaker, whereas Obsidian's arm clutches around Bannister's throat with a quasi-lariat, spinning around and turning his attack into a bulldog instead!

Vic: These guys show some impressive moves so far. Time to see what Onyx is made off.

Deano: You mean besides the fact she can leap from the outside to way over the top rope and land in the ring?

Vic: .... yeah, besides that.

Teabag Terror turned around, noticing how his partners just got dropped like bad habits. He drops his sandwich as he looks back over to Onyx... but she flips back, kicking the food right back into Rex's face, along with the tip of her boot! She lands on her frontside, pushing her palms and feet off the mat quickly to lounge forward like an aggresive beast and nail a 1-2 combination of knees, able to switch from right-to-left within a second's time!

Deano: Down goes Terror! Down goes Terror!

But... before Teabag can collapse, Onyx rolls behind him, into a crouching position with her back turned, thrusting her right-foot into his spine to knock him back up, flat onto his feet once more. He hurtles into the ropes, bouncing off and tumblings backwards to then receive a cyclone calf-kick from Onyx!

Vic: Woah! Did you see how many revolutions she just made mid-air? I lost count.

Deano: I think about.. 1080 degrees, but don't take my word for it. I was never any good in Geometry class.

Stalking The Amazing Grey Goose is Ebony, awaiting an opportune moment to charge from in front of her and deliver a running STO! Both women's bodies rolled around a consecutive number of times, thanks to the sheer velocity behind Ebony's speed. Obsidian executes a lightning-fast kick to Brickhouse's bicep, which.. surprisingly, makes the bigger man drop down to his knees and cry.

Vic: What a big baby. For someone named Brickhouse, he sure does look like a glass house right about now.

After staring at Bannister with an amazed expression, Obsidian finishes him off with a roundhouse-kick to the dome. Brickhouse is knocked down onto his sternum with a thumb in his mouth and his butt sticking up.

Deano: The only thing missing is a diaper...

Vic: Word.

Ebony grabs Grey Goose's head, pulling her to the center of the ring so she can spike her head to the mat with a jumping-DDT. Goose pops off her head, bouncing off the canvas like a rubberband, and she oddly enough lands back onto her feet. Ebony spins her around and takes her up onto her shoulders, twisting about until finally deciding to plant Goose's head back into the mat with a Death Valley driver!

Deano: The superheroine is not in a good spot.

Vic: Of course not. She's below lower-card division. That's like... the underground-card or something.

Onyx turns Teabag over onto his back before heading up top. She gracefully hopped onto the top ropes, then flipping off with a 720 degree moonsault! Teabag's belly is absolutely flattened at this point. Brickhouse was pushing off his chest, coming up to his knees for a brief moment before Obsidian stamps his boot into Brick's face with a Tiger feint kick!

Deano: I'm pretty sure that all three just hit their finishing moves, but I don't know what to call them.

Vic: I'd call it a squash match. And on that note...

All three of the Nightfurs hook a leg of their victims for simultaneous pins. The ref is stood there with his jaw dropped, never before seeing domination like he just witnessed over the past minute and a half. When he snaps out of his trance and comes back to his senses, he drops down and makes the count for all 3 covers.










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Vic: It's a wrap!

"Animal I Have Become" strikes up again as the Nightfurs rise from the mat and go to greet each other near the ropes.

Laci Lollipop: Here are your winners: Onyx, Obsidian and Ebony Nightfur!

The three converse for a short while as they exit the ring, the two females walking back through the crowd as Obsidian pets his dog and then cranks up the bike. He rides past the other two, smirks on their faces after a victorious debut.

Vic: I don't know about you, but that Onyx sure does scare the crap out of me. It's like she belongs in the Wolverine movie.

Deano: Or G.I. Joe.

Vic: Or The Transporter 4.

Deano: Or Dude, Where's My Car?

Vic: Yeah, totally.

[Jonah Helmuth]

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We can see Dexter Damage warming up for his match when Chris Rollz walks over to him, Dexter looks at him and smiles as the two men come together and shake hands. Dexter with his usual cocky smile looks at Rollz and begins to laugh.

Rollz: Yo son, what you laughing at.

Dexter: I am laughing at the fact that people around here been talking straight shit dawg, acting all crazy saying the only reason you brought me to the XFC was to take the heat off of you.

Rollz: It got a me a world title didn’t it?

Dexter: Yeah straight up, but what happened to you, you became some pussy and got beat by Jimmy Helmsley. Admit it son, you need me for more reason that just taking the heat off of you.

Rollz: What did this fucker just say? Jimmy got lucky... L...U...C...K...Y. Simple as that son, the reason you left is because Caine kicked your ass.

Dexter: Fuck that, I was screwed you know it and I know it.

Rollz: How were you screwed he beat you fair and square.

Dexter: Fuck that, Rollz my niggah you watch that monitor right there I’m gonna show you straight up son how Dexter Damage Rolls up in this bitch.

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Dexter Damage Vs Fabio Flamingo

When we come back to the ring we can see Fabio Flamingo inside the ring awaiting the arrival of most controversial superstar to ever step foot inside an XFC wrestling ring, Dexter Damage’s return at the Killer Instinct five.


“Murder” by 50 Cent, blasts out over the speaker system as Dexter Damage starts to make his way across the sand towards the ring, with each and every one of the thousands of fans booing him. Dexter continues to walk towards the ring with a cocky arrogant smile on his face; he does not care what the people think of him. Once he finally reaches the ring Dexter leaps up onto the apron and climbs into the ring, stepping in between the middle and the top ropes. Now in the ring he walks over to the other side of the ring and starts to laugh in the face of Fabio, before turning his back on him to make his way over to the other side of the ring. When is back is turned Fabio runs up behinds him and grabs a handful of Dexter’s ass.

Deano: I think Dexter may have finally met his match.

Vic: Wow an Ego Vs a Homo what the hell is going on here.

Deano: Come on Vic give them a chance.

Vic: Give them a chance, Dexter has a big mouth and Fabio wants to put something in it.

Dexter pissed off turns around and looks to nail Fabio with a clothesline but Fabio ducks out of the way and waits for Dexter to turn back around, which he quickly does. Fabio blows Dexter a kiss which upsets him even more he runs at Fabio and looks to take his head off; Fabio takes him down with leg scissors he quickly slides his body on top of Dexter’s and begins to rub himself against him. Dexter quickly crawls out of the ring to get away from the antics of Fabio. Fabio comes over to the ropes and start blowing more kisses at Dexter, Dexter quickly leaps up onto the apron before dropping down and dropping Fabio’s neck hard across the top rope. Dexter turns to the fans and taps his head indicating he is smarter than Fabio.

He slides underneath the bottom rope and starts to stomp away at the body of Fabio, before nailing him with two stern kicks into the midsection. Dexter pulls Fabio back up to his feet and nails him with a number of hard right hands before whipping him to the ropes, he waits for him to come bouncing back and nails him with a huge belly to belly suplex. Dexter quickly measures up Fabio and drops both of his knees down hard onto the back of his head smashing him face first into the mat, Dexter quickly goes for the cover.


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Fabio gets his shoulders up off of the mat; Dexter pulls him back to his feet and whips him hard into the corner before charging in after him. He leaps up places both of his feet into the Fabio’s midsection before falling back and nailing him with a massive monkey toss. Dexter laughs to himself, as he waits for Fabio to get back to his feet. Once Fabio makes it back up to his feet, Dexter quickly moves in behind and drops kicks him in the back pushing him towards the turnbuckle, Fabio hits it hard as Dexter moves in behind and rolls him up with a school boy.


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Fabio gets his shoulder up of the mat again, Dexter quickly pulls Fabio back up to his feet and nails him with a snap suplex, before making his way up top, he yells some abuse towards the fans before leaping off looking for a big splash.




HE HITS





Nothing but Canvas, as Fabio rolls out of the way, he uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his quickly covers Dexter.


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Vic: What the hell is he doing?


Deano: He has Dexter face down on the mat and is humping him while the fans count along.


Dexter forces his way up onto all fours as Fabio slaps him ass and tells him to giddy up. Fabio then quickly leaps up in the air and uses his bum to force Dexter to hit the mat face first, Fabio then moves and waves for Dexter to get back to his feet. Dexter quickly gets back up to his feet and Fabio hoists him up and looks to nail him with the.







VOLUME CONROL!








REVERESED




DOOMSDAY DROP!



Dexter makes the cover.



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Deano: Dexter has done it he has beat Fabio in his first one on one match back in the XFC.

Vic: Well he must be proud, I mean beating a homo is top priority on all the superstars lists.

Deano: Can you not just forget the fact that he is gay.

Vic: That would be like asking me to ignore the fact that your an idiot.

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The camera's cut to the makeshift backstage area just before the John Valentine/Ander Carvetti bout to show the gates of the VIP area where the event is being staged in beautiful Brazil, the gates slowly open as security moves from it's booths and towards the gates. As the headlights dim and the vehicle comes into view, we see a beautiful, gold, old school Rolls Royce. The car slowly pulls up to security and the driver side window is rolled down, still slightly obscured by the lights, the driver discuss's something with security for a few moments before being allowed to pull towards the makeshift backstage area. The feed cuts back to the ringside area..

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John Valentine Vs Ander Carvetti

The crowd; tense from the evening so far sit firmly in their seats awaiting the next matchup. Their wait is ended by the sounds of ‘Bulls on Parade’; Ander Carvetti walking from through the curtains. The crowd, as per the usual, applaud Ander as he strolls to the ring firing a few air punches prior to sliding under the bottom rope and leaping to his feet.

Deano: “Could be a close one here tonight. John Valentine must be rusty.”

Vic: “Yeah, I’d imagine so, too. Ander’s one tough bastard on a good day.”

Ander’s theme dies out as the crowd begin a ‘Carvetti! Carvetti! Carvetti!’ chant. As Bulls on Parade fades and the lights resume their usual strobes; the crowd slowly quieten, getting ready to jeer the returning Englishman.

Anol shalom

Anol sheh lay konnud de ne um (shaddai)

The crowd erupt into jeers, as expected; John Valentine emerging from the back. As seen in previous incarnations of XFC John is formally attired in a blazer, rose shirt, pants and shoes. With a cigar in one hand and a bottle of Budweiser in the other John Valentine strolls to ringside, polluting the air with a stale stench and dampening his liver.

As John gets ringside having frowned upon a handful of audience members he flicks his cigar onto the outer ring mat and finishes his bottled Budweiser, dropping the bottle before walking up the steps; removing his blazer and unbuttoning his shirt. As he climbs into the ring the referee signals for what would be a stand out match for John; his return.

DING DING DING!

Deano: “And we’re underway here!”

Vic: “C’mon John, show him how it’s done.”

Deano: “I don’t think John has much of a chance in fairness, Vic.”

As the bout begins it’d seem Deano was right as Ander Carvetti leaps forward swinging his kicks into the legs of John Valentine who, having been swooped off his feet rolls out of the ring before Carvetti can get a distinct advantage.

The referee enforces Carvetti allows John into the ring and up to his feet, but as soon as Ander is let go he struck like a wild dog; a fury of kicks hitting everything but the kitchen sink of John Valentine; knocking him back to the canvas almost immediately. The fans roar as John once again rolls out of the ring, already tearing a sweat as he looks on, pretty startled. Vintage John circles the ring allowing the referee to count up to five before sliding back in for a third stab at Carvetti.

Deano: “This doesn’t seem to be going well for John.”

Vic: “Give him some time. He’ll have something up his sleeve.”

Deano: “No doubt, but you’d think he’d use it by now before it’s too late.”

As John slides in onto his knees Carvetti leaps forward with a nasty knee to the head before dropping onto Valentine’s downed body and laying in some punches, as quick as you could say ‘cheese’ John rolls on top of Carvetti before rolling over again, out of the ring. He wipes he forehead as Carvetti stands tall in the ring goading John to come for a fourth dose of pain. He does just that.

Sliding in and getting his knees Carvetti attempts another knee, however, the second Ander’s body is supported on one leg John plunges at the knee, using his entire body as a cannon to send Carvetti to his knees. John is quick to get to his feet before he, with a two step run up rams his fist into the face of Ander; flattening him from his knees onto his back. Having spent a few seconds holding his fist, perhaps self-inflicted pain, John goes for the pinfall; cockily not hooking over a leg or two.

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As Carvetti rolls onto his stomach and into the press up position, John is already on his feet uncuffing his wrist button from his shirt. As the official takes a brief moment to check Ander’s fine getting up; John Valentine loosens his gold, luxurious watch which slips onto his knuckles. With his back to the official, Ander getting back to his knees was John’s cue to strike. John smashes the face of Ander again as chunks of gold fly across the ring. Carvetti is out as John, with remarkable acting skills holds his wrist in plain sight of the official, suggesting there was no intent. The official warns John he shouldn’t have been wearing it in the first place, but of course; it was in one ear and out the other. Taking the remains of the watch and throwing it out of the ring, the referee turns to see John cover Ander Carvetti, hoping to pick up his first win.

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The crowd roar as Ander powers out.

Deano: “This is going to get ugly, I think.”

Vic: “Carvetti’s bleeding!”

Vic wouldn’t be corrected on that, for Ander, who rolls to his stomach again has a large gash on his forehead. John leaps to his feet and backs into the corner, taking a cigarette from his trouser pocket and igniting it.

Deano: “What disrespect!”

Vic: “Hahaha.”

After inhaling a few drags of smoke Ander was back on his knees as John flicks his cigarette the same place his cigar was; on the outer ring mat. Running up to Carvetti a third time John swings, but Carvetti leaps from his knees and spear tackles John to the floor out of shear instinct of self defence. By the time Ander has regrouped and got to a vertical base John has managed so too, but John was about to regret ever getting back up as he’s knocked straight to the mat with a ferocious kick to the chest; John clearly winded and struggling to breathe. With John flat out Carvetti begins to unleash the rage built up over the last few minutes; striking blows repeatedly into the head of John Valentine who was beaten up until the referees’ four count. The kick boxer; known for his brutal techniques releases his mounted position as John lays beaten, scraping the mat in hope to crawl away.

Deano: “Far too cocky!”

Vic: “He could’ve just blown his chances... Valentine’s out cold.”

Almost taunting John Valentine; Ander raises him to his feet before, despite being much smaller, scoops and slams John; practically messing it up, but never the less, delivering the ‘Best Body Slam, Ever’. Following the slam, Carvetti drops and covers John in hope to dish out the embarrassing loss.

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Kickout!

As John scurries around to get to his feet, Ander darts and leaps to the ropes, timing his run to perfection as when John just about manages to get to his feet; Carvetti rebounds off the ropes, spins in mid-flight and delivers the ‘Mark of the Paladin’. Carvetti doesn’t cover, however, as he scoops John up and onto his feet and after a brief taunt swings his right leg as fast and as hard as he could, nailing the






BOOM, HEADSHOT!!





Deano: “Goodnight! Knockout!”

Vic: “I just knew John wasn’t ready. He’s out cold.”

The referee checks on John Valentine; who’s head seems to be swaying side to side. Perhaps Carvetti had knocked a screw lose, and judging from the sound of the clash and the roars of the audience it’d seem to be the case, or John Valentine was refusing to be ‘TKO’ed’, so per say. Carvetti, using his initiative covers John.

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KICKOUT!!!

Deano: “I have NEVER seen that done before!”

Vic: “I knew he still had it in him! No matter how hard you hit him he’ll always find a way to piss on your chips.”

John was always known for his unrealistic endurance, but the crowd sat in awe as for the first time in history John’d kicked out from Boom, Headshot!, a move that, well, is almost physically impossible to recover from within hours, let alone the three count. As Carvetti, bewildered by the new, evolved atmosphere lifts John to his feet who was still overly drowsy, Carvetti plans to reattempt the move he believe he botched. The Boom, Headshot! As Carvetti swings John falls onto his arse where he can roll out of danger. The energy and effort required to do so, however, was more than he had in the bank as Carvetti grabs his hair and skull drags him to his feet, but as Carvetti strikes with an elbow or two, Valentine, with a last ounce of sense hastily scoops Ander Carvetti upside down, the size and weight advantage purely being beneficial to John who is able to, out of nowhere deliver the LOTUS BLOSSOM. After a few seconds John realised where he was and drapes his arm over Ander’s downed embodiment.

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DING DING DING!

Deano: “Well holy shit! He did it! I don’t know how it was humanly possible after the Boom, Headshot, but John Valentine did it. Out of nowhere, that damn Lotus Blossom...”

Vic: “If this is John when he’s still rusty, imagine what he’ll be like when he’s back to his original self!”

Anol shalom

Anol sheh lay konnud de ne um (shaddai)

John Valentine needs a few minutes to understand fully what’d happened, but the second he does, to the sound of jeers he rolls out of the ring, scooping his burnt out cigar along the way and lighting it back up. As he staggers up the ramp Carvetti is still out cold, the referee asking for a little assistance.

[Jonah Helmuth]

We return to the backstage area, to find Ander Carvetti sat in his locker room, his head hung low, sweat dripping through his fingertips as the doorway at the far end of the room creaks open and footsteps are heard. Two set's of footsteps. Ander looks up to see Tommy Chuckles, with his usual cheeky smile and beside him, stood with his arms crossed is Jack Crowley, an associate of Tommy's we became knowledgeable of during this weeks showing's on XFCTV. Ander steps up and looks Chuckles in the eyes as he licks his lips.. slowly.

Tommy Chuckles: "Well.. well.. well, Andrea. Real nice job out there.."

Crowley claps, slowly, smiling at the two as Ander begins to breathe heavier, clenching his fists..

Tommy Chuckles: "Not only did you get beaten by a puppy dog bitch by me last week, but this week, you got pinned by a yellow toothed, crumpet munching necrophiliac? Real nice work buddy boy."

Ander steps forward and swings a big right hand, Tommy doesn't move an inch, letting it connect with his face before popping his jaw back into place and stepping just a tiny bit closer..

Tommy Chuckles: "I told you I wasn't gonna let you go sweetheart and I meant it.. but, just to confirm, once more show of disrespect like that and I will gut you, like a fish. Do yourself a favour and run while you can, those quick feet will only benefit you when they are still attatched to your hips. Toodlepip. Dearest."

Tommy turns to leave, waiting slowly as Crowley sticks his tongue out Carvett and waves. Tommy makes his way towards the locker room door, only to find someone else who has been quiet as of late, Chris Rollz. Rollz smiles as he look's Chuckles up and down, Tommy walks past him and leans up against the wall opposite the doorway, with Jack still at his side.

Rollz: "Nice suit.. clown."

Tommy chuckles at the same time as Rollz, just with at a slightly higher pitch.

Tommy Chuckles: "Thank's Rollzy.. I'd say the same for yours.. but, I didn't know the salvation army was having a sale.."

Rollz turns around and moved towards Chuckles, getting in his face..

Rollz: "You look scared clown.. you look a little.. pale.."

Tommy Chuckles: "I wish I could say the same for you. How's life since you got beaten to a pulp by a scrawny trailer park white boy?"

Just as Rollz is about to continue, one of his and Dexter's entourage appears at the end of a hallway, causing Crowley to draw his weapon and point it in the direction of Rollz's cronie..

Tommy Chuckles: "Ohhh.. Rollzy pressed the rape alarm and his big bad gang of hoodies is gonna pop a cap in my ass."

Rollz moves forward just a tiny bit more, nose to nose with Chuckles..

Tommy Chuckles: "I'll be watching you Chris and your baby boy bitch, when your hangin' with your homies, sipping on some G2, I'll be watching. When your hittin' da club with your hoes, I'll be watching. When your at home, crying with Dexter about how no one pays attention to the darkies anymore. I'll be watching. Next time.. don't get so close, I HATE the smell of bannana's. Bye baby.."

Chuckles slowly shoves Rollz away as the camera pans down to show Tommy is also holding his weapon, pointed directly at Chris's gut.. the camera feed cuts to ringside.

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Tommy Chuckles Vs Rizzo

We return to the ring just as Motorhead’s ‘Smiling like a Killer’ erupts into life, the crowd instantly being bathed with purple mood lighting and many hundred epileplsy-spawning flashes of green lasers, as out from the back lurches an imposing, familiar figure in a long coat, his painted face glowing in the ultraviolet ambience...


Announcer: This next bout is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chuckles Towers in Chicago, weighing in tonight at 218 pounds...the Prince of Perversions, the King of the Good Hard Kicking...TOOOOOOMMMYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY CHUCKLES!


The crowd react in a predictably hostile fashion, with the exception of a certain few who seem to almost be salivating at the presence of this maniac. Chuckles himself seems far too busy muttering under his breath and counting off something on his fingers, looking like a man worried he’s left the gas on back home, and pays no attention to the jeers, the catcalls, or the thrown plastic cups.


Deano: To my eternal disappointment, after his brutal sneak attack on Ander Carvetti last week, it seems we’re all going to be cursed with the presence of this...monster of a man for some time to come.

Vic: Are we ever gonna explain how he survived being blown to tiny fuckin’ pieces?

Deano: Shhhh...it’s the magic of television.

Vic: We’re on TV? STILL?! Fuck’s sake, I thought HBO’d have had us replaced with Sopranos repeats by now.


Fsssss-BOOOOOOM!

Twin columns of candy-apple red pyro ignite at either side of the stage as Chuckles reaches the ringside area, which causes the clown to whirl around on his heels and scratch his head – clearly, he wasn’t expecting such a spectacle. With a shrug, he turns back and rolls in under the ropes, smoothly rising to his feet and slipping his coat off his shoulders, before tossing it absently over towards the time-keeper. Seemingly for no purpose, he gets up in the ref’s face and begins to prance back and forth with hands raised in a boxing stance, throwing fake jabs to the official’s midsection and generally getting on the zebra-man’s nerves.

Then Nickelback’s ‘Side of a Bullet’ begins to play...


Announcer: And the opponent...from the Bronx, New York, weighing in tonight at 260 pounds...the Professional, VINCENT RIIIIZZOOOOOOOOOOOO!


For a moment, there is nothing. Then –

WHACK!

WHUMP!

THUD!

SHAZAM!


Vic: ‘Shazam’?

Deano: Beats me.

Those and other noises echo out from just behind the stage, but with the curtain still drawn, none of the spotlights focused on the entranceway provide us with any answers. Back in the ring, Chuckles stretches and lets out a very loud yawn – AND THERE’S RIZZO TUMBLING OUT FROM BEHIND THE CURTAIN! WITH BLOOD LEAKING FROM THE BACK OF HIS SKULL!


Deano: Holy hell! Somebody’s jumped Rizzo! But who? Adam Myers, maybe? They’ve not been on the best terms recently...

Vic: Maybe it’s Quentin Tarantino, looking for some royalties.

Deano: He’d sneak up on a guy and club them over the head for royalties?

Vic: Yeah, after the crock of shit that was Kill Bill vol. 2, he’s not welcome in most peoples’ houses anymore.


As it turns out, when the offender steps out onto the stage, it’s not Tarantino at all. Nor is it Francis Ford Coppola. Not that I think anyone expected it to be. Instead, it’s...


Vic: Not the fucking Intern again?!

Deano: Uh, no, his outfit’s BLUE. You colour-blind or something?


...JACK CROWLEY! Oh, you know, that guy from the Chuckles video earlier this week. With the shotgun and the getting-horny-over-boobs thing. Though his face can’t be seen through his red and black mask, you get the impression he’s smiling, looming over Rizzo’s hunched-up form with a shovel in hand, its metal blade dented after contact with skull. It’s only as the crowd roars in surprise that he seems to realise where he is, and with a jerk of shock, the mercenary beats a hasty retreat backstage.


Vic: Oh what the hell was that?

Deano: Crowley’s an...associate of Chuckles, and he’s just taken it upon himself to tip the scales in his partner’s favour!

Vic: No, I meant the running away. Is he camera-shy or something?


The referee dithers, unsure if he should ring the bell or not, knowing he’s powerless to order a DQ for Crowley’s actions since the match technically hasn’t started; meanwhile, Chuckles slides back out of the ring and marches swiftly up the ramp towards Rizzo, who’s crawled over to the security railings on one side of the ramp and is trying to pull himself up – WHAM! – until a big fuckin’ kick in the teeth from Chuckles puts paid to that! Seizing the Professional’s hair with one hand, Tommy calmly drags him back down the ramp, whistling ‘Somewhere Over the Rainbow’ absent-mindedly as he goes. Stopping at the apron, Chuckles scratches his chin in thought, before shoving Rizzo forcibly against the ring steps – then grabs Rizzo’s head with both hands and starts to SLAM his head against the steps over and over, laughing with each impact!

BAM

HA!

BAM

HA!

BAM

HA!

BAM

HAHAHAHAHAAAAA!


Deano: This man...this man needs help.

Vic: Rizzo? Of course he does.

Deano: I meant the clown. He needs mental help.

Vic: If that’s a euphemism for a bullet to the brain, I completely agree.


Now breathing a little quicker, Tommy pulls the upper section of the steps away...lays Rizzo out across the lower half...and calmly but precisely drops the upper half DOWN ON TOP OF RIZZO’s HEAD! But that’s not enough, oh no, as the clown hops up onto the apron, takes a running step, and –


JUMPS DOWN RIGHT ONTO THE TOP OF THE STEPS, CRUSHING RIZZO LIKE THE FILLING IN A SANDWICH LEFT BEFORE A STEAM-ROLLER!


Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!


Chuckles, now with visible tracks left through his makeup by sweat, kicks the steps aside and pulls the near-lifeless body of Rizzo up by the throat, and with little effort, pushes him into the ring. As Tommy follows him in, the ref breathes a sigh of relief and calls for the bell...


DING-DING-DING!


Deano: Finally! Now, Chuckles only has to make a pin and we can get some medical help out here for Vincent Rizzo...


Tommy looks set to do just that...but instead he stops short, and looks down at Rizzo with a frown of discontent, then looks over to one corner...and grins a sick little grin, before crawling over to it on all fours, almost like a leopard stalking a gazelle, or Maggie Gyllenhaal delivering the mail to James Spader in ‘Secretary’. But without the miniskirt. Or the slightly worrying sexual tension. Well...actually, there is some tension here. Which is worrying in itself.


Vic: You had to go and jinx it for Rizzo, didn’t you, Deano? Fuckwit.


With the glee of a six-year-old unwrapping his presents on Christmas Day, Tommy tugs and pulls at the strings connecting the padded safety cover to the lowest of the metal rings attaching the ropes to the corner posts, until the steel is fully exposed. He smiles in triumph, and pushes himself to his feet before heading back towards Rizzo – BUT RIZZO’S UP! AND HE BOOTS CHUCKLES IN THE RIBS!


Deano: How the hell can he still be standing up?!

Vic: Mutant healing factor? Really thick skull? Who cares?


As the clown doubles over, clutching his gut, the Professional runs to the ropes and rebounds, going for a Bulldog – but Chuckles rears back and – CRACK! – lashes out with a lightning-quick Savate Kick that cuts straight to Rizzo’s throat! Vincent hits the mat, but quickly tries to get back up, coughing and shaking the fog from his head – not seeing Chuckles hop up onto the second rope – not seeing the clown fly back towards him – and CONNECT WITH THE HEADLESS CHICKEN! The lariat drives Rizzo back down to the canvas – and this time, he ain’t moving!


Deano: The impact from that lariat was just...awful!

Vic: Funny thing; I heard that this one guy who does those things regularly is currently on the injured list because he wore out his arms throwing ‘em. Maybe that’ll happen to the clown too. Then we can get back to having shows with ACTUAL WRESTLERS on ‘em.

Deano: Honestly, I think Tommy Chuckles could break his own arms in the ring and he wouldn’t even notice...


Chuckles prods Rizzo with the toe of one boot, checking for any sign of life; as Rizzo remains motionless, he mouths “Finally!” before reaching down and dragging the Professional across to the exposed turnbuckle. From here, Tommy’s slow, methodical motions reinforce just how academic this match has become; he turns Rizzo over, hooks his arms, pulls him back up, then lifts one foot and – BAM! – drives Rizzo’s head into the steel! ‘SMILE!’

With a sigh of contentment, Tommy rolls the Professional over onto his back and places one palm gently across the chest. The ref gratefully makes the count...


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Announcer: Here is your winner...TOMMYYYYYYY CHUCKLES!


Deano: Well...at least he looks like he’s had enough for now.

Vic: Yeah, ‘for now’. Wonder how long that’ll last?


Tommy doesn’t even bother letting the ref raise his arm; instead, he just rolls out of the ring, retrieves his purple coat and heads back up the ramp with a skip in his step, paying no heed to the crowd’s opinions or the dirty looks thrown his way by the EMTs summoned to help the ailing Rizzo...

[Jonah Helmuth]

Deano: Vic I have to ask, what is this Huge Black Man celebration we have been hearing about?

Vic: After last week at Killer Instinct V where Black Man won the UIWF Championship, one of the greatest titles in the history of professional wrestling, he decided to celebrate with us all here tonight!

Deano: Last week Black Man was left holding the title above his head as tears ran down his face, hopefully we don’t see a repeat performance from the champ here tonight.

Vic: I doubt there will even be a celebration at all Deano. First of all there aren’t any screens or heavy pyro tactics because we are live on a beach and secondly I haven’t gotten word that Black Man has arrived here yet.

Deano: He is our champ, he has to show up!

Just as Deano and Vic were contemplating Black Man’s arrival, what small amount of sound equipment was set about rises to life as “Voice” by Rev Theory begins to play. The fans surrounding the ring and throughout the beach begin to cheer and boo as they look for any signs of the new UIWF World Heavy Weight Champion.

Vic: He’s here!

Deano: Vic either I am blind or you are jumping the gun, I do not see Black Man in sight.

As the words continued to roll off Deano’s tongue a loud motor is heard from within the sky. The sound draws louder and closer as the attention of the crowd turns focus to the dimming skies light. From beyond the distance heading over the deep blue ocean, the fans in attendance can now see three huge helicopters heading towards the beach and the ring. The music continues to play as the helicopters draw closer revealing that two of them are carrying a huge titintron and sound gear while the third trails. The fans come to life as the front two helicopters set down on the beach the huge screen and speakers over looking the ocean.

Vic: What the hell is this Deano?

Deano: Well for starters it is Black Man’s music and this must be his huge gift to us all, some quality equipment in this run down hell hold.

The first two helicopters finish unloading their gear as they rise back into the sky setting off fire works and pyro into the ocean air. The fans go nuts as the screen comes to life now showing Black Man winning the UIWF Championship followed by his entrance tron. The third helicopter hovers over the ring as a rope drops down to the direct center of the squared circle. From within the helicopter Black Man slides down the rope with the UIWF title around his waist to the cheers of the fans, some thing he is not familiar with over the last few months. Not seeming to care for the cheer Black Man takes the title and flings it over his shoulder before tapping the shinning belt and grabbing a microphone. The music dies down as the champ has arrived.

Deano: What an entrance Vic!

Vic: How much XFC dollars do you think that cost?

Black Man: Settle down now, I am here! Before we get to the celebrating and beer drinking along with the pot smoking and coke sniffing, Showtime that wasn’t directed to you, I want to get some things off my chest.

Vic: This should be good.

Black Man: You see you all cheered for me when I brought the goodies and have finally won the BIG one again. You all decided that I was a champion now so cheering for me would be good, that I would forgive you all for booing me and be all right in the world. Well I got news for all of you arrogant bastards that cheer my name. I heard you all cheer for me at Killer Instinct V, but this victory wasn’t for you. You all are turncoats and the second I won the title flipped to my side. Well fuck off and screw you all. I am the champion not because of you, but because I am better then all of you. The way I see it Reno Taylor could have never done what I just did. Reno has had the fans on his back pushing him along the way. When he was down you all cheered him up, when he was getting pinned you all told him to kick out. Mean while when I was in those situations you prayed that I would give up and you know what? I didn’t!

Deano: He makes a point Vic, these fans only cheer for him now that he is a champ, but he got there on his own.

Black Man: You are just like Reno Taylor. You are too scared and stupid to realize that I a better and will always be better then you. You may have one step up on Reno because as far as I can see you still come out here and at least face me each and every week. I am not going to be your puppet like some champions are. I am not going to do this for you and by god I am not going to let you cheer my name. I am independent in this ring and don’t need any one of you to help me out.

The fans boo rather profoundly and loudly as Black Man begins to smile and look at this title.

Black Man: Reno may have needed your help to win the big one but I don’t and never will. You don’t even deserve a formal explanation so I am going to stop right there and move on to my next order of business.

Vic: He has treated the fans with no respect.

Deano: It’s the same no respect that the fans have given him week in and week out. I wonder what more he can have to say.

Black Man: It is very ironic that I hold this UIWF Championship. After all I must have been the most hated man within that shitty company when it was still alive and well. I was kicked out on three separate occasions for simply being superior then some of the top guns. They can make their reasons why my contract was terminated, but I know the real reason. Now I hold their former precious world championship. I had thoughts of scrapping it and bringing back a title that was more accustomed to my self but you know what? I am actually proud to be the UIWF Champion and will hold my title with honor. I have won the big one again and this one is for me!

Vic: He is so egotistical.

Deano: But he does speak the truth.

Black Man: Now that I got the non-fun agendas out of the way, how about we get to partying! First what would a party be without some entertainment!

Black Man points down the beach as a line of women begin to walk and file into the ring. Black Man smiles and watches as each woman walks past him. Around ten ladies come into the ring as the smile widens on Black Man’s face.

Black Man: So now we got the ladies. Let’s see what’s next. This wouldn’t be a party with boo’s! Boys get the alcohol!

Again Black Man points down the beach as some men begin to roll in kegs in. Some are Coors, some Bud Light, some Corona and most of all Malt Liquor! The fans continue to reign down with boo’s on the BLACK CELEBRATION that is about to commence.

Deano: This is heating up to be a great party Vic!

Vic: I am disgusted to be an XFC announcer right now.

Black Man: So we got the women, we got the boo’s, there is one thing missing. I did say that I would provide a little herb if you catch my drift for any one that likes that type of stuff. After all we are in South America! Viva La Raza!

Vic: This is South America Black Man not the South of Spain.

Deano: Leave him alone Vic this is his time. He’s rich, Black and a World Champ!

Black Man reaches into his pockets and bags of weed are drawn. Black Man tosses it to the ladies as they begin to smell the organic herb.

Black Man: I am all set for this to begin. Now without further hesitation let me bring out my guests.

The XFC house show music plays over the new speaker systems that were hooked up as Ray LaPointe, Jac Morgan, Paul Deatheridge and a special appearance by Shaq Fu! All four make it to the ring from the beach area and grab a cup of beer. Black Man looks at Wayne his old time friend, both Jac and Paul and then at Shaq Fu who just seems out of place. Black Man thinks for a moment and raises his cup in the air as he has a cheers with Shaq Fu before downing his cup. Black Man wipes his face as he steps back and hits THE BLACK STUNN onto Shaq Fu sending him flopping around the ring.

Vic: What they hell? That is uncalled for. That is no way to treat a guest!

Deano: It’s his party and he can kick ass if he wants to.

Black Man laughs as Paul and Jac pick Shaq Fu up letting Ray punch him in the gut and toss him from the ring.

Black Man: If you haven’t already noticed Ray, Paul, Jac and my self have a little announcement to make. As of now the XFC is being put on notice. We are Dangerous by Association and we will stand for no shit by no body. Ray is the guns behind this operation. I dare any one individual to step toe to toe and take him on. He will decimate and dominate any one that stands in our path. Paul may not have the street smarts and looks such as my self, but he has the passion to succeed. The first time I saw him I thought he was nothing more then a red neck hick. However, when I saw him hog tie a bull, now thats when I knew he may be more man then all of us put together. Jac on the other hand may not look like much. Some may say he is too young to be in this industry, but when you get to know him and his past you will think differently. The pain and suffering that Jac has endured gives him that extra motivation to succeed and that is what he will do for us in the ring. As for my self, well you all know I am the brains that make this all work. Together we will be and are the most dominate group to ever grace the XFC. We are DBA, you have all been warned. Now play my fucking music and let’s start this shit right.

Black Man, Ray, Paul and Jac begin to dance with the beautiful women. Jac and Paul look at one another awkwardly as Black Man and Wayne think to themselves for a moment but deiced its better to not ask questions. Just as the dancing begins Dangerous by Association is interrupted by "Wanted Man" By Rev Theory as it blasts over the speakers. The fans crowding the beach begin to scream and cheer as the XFC World Heavy Weight Champion Jimmy Helmsley heads towards the ring from down the beach. Jimmy had just recently won the XFC title at Killer Instinct V with an impressive victory over Chris Rollz. Helmsley keeps his eyes focused on Black Man and his posse as the tension builds. In his right hand rests a microphone, in his left, the championship. Black Man stops dancing dead in his tracks and stares at Jimmy who is feeding off the fans cheers. Black Man shuffles the microphone up to his mouth but if cut off by Jimmy who gets to it first.

Jimmy Helmsley: Shut the hell up Black Man!

The fans ignite as Black Man is taken back by Jimmy and snarls towards the champ. Black Man holds his title up and begins to scream he has a right to speak.

Jimmy Helmsley: You come out here for your huge celebration championship, but you forgot one thing. I am the XFC Champion as well and that makes us equals if my self not better then you. Black Man, I saw your victory and as impressive as it was you did not beat the former UiWF legend Chris Rollz, I did. They threw you a party? I was the one that should have been glorified publicly in the ring right here tonight.

The fans cheer Jimmy’s name as he holds the XFC title up to show Black Man he too is a champion of importance.

Deano: Vic Jimmy and Black Man are going to go at it here tonight. I just got that feeling.

Vic: They are both civilized men, I am sure they will settle their differences with words and not fists.

Jimmy Helmsley: Not only did you just waste all of these good peoples times, but you introduced a group made up of no bodies. Are you serious Black Man? Do you really think your group Dangerous by Association should or will scare any one? Look at Ray for instance. He is nothing more then a show figure that I am sure has little to no in ring ability. As for the Billy and Chuck wannabe’s do I even need to go on? You may be a champion, but I am The Champion and don’t forget that.

Black Man looks at Ray who is ready to unleash upon Jimmy. Black Man holds him back along with Paul and Jac as he thinks for a moment before responding.

Black Man: Jimmy, I have to ask, how is Punisher?

The fans cheer at the name Punisher.

Black Man: You see Jimmy I have an indirect hand in helping start your career. I know and see that confused look on your face so I will clear that up. No matter what he or any one says, I made Punisher the man he is today. Way back when Punisher first came into wrestling during my reign as XWE owner I gave Punisher the title shots and opportunities to make it big. I gave him the promo times and the rivalries to earn the title of super star. I was the one that created Punisher. And well it is no secret that Punisher is partially responsible for creating you. So in turn I made you Jimmy. You may be the XFC World Champion, but I am the UiWF World Heavy Weight Champion and I will beat you any day and any place to prove that I am truly better then you.

Deano: Here we go!

Vic: Hold your horses Deano.

Jimmy Helmsley: Black Man you couldn’t hold up The Foundations jock strap let alone the XFC title. You are nothing with out your little group and have been nothing for years now. You are washed up and should never have come back.

Black Man: Never should have came back? Jimmy I won this title on my own. Without the help from Ray, without the help from Jac or Paul and especially without the help from all these ignorant fans. I made me Jimmy, no one else.

Jimmy Helmsley: You made you Black Man? I can name many people that made you. If you think your little group is going to come in here and tell me what to do and tell me who to be scared of you have another thing coming. They will all wash out and you know it Black Man.

Black Man: All I know Jimmy is the last group of rookies that I took under my belt turned out to be pretty successful. Maybe you forgot Jimmy. Does the name The CEO mean anything to you?

Jimmy looks on and shakes his head. He knows who Black Man is referring to.

Black Man: Underdose, Comet. I know you remember and have heard of them Jimmy. The greatest tag team arguably in wrestling history. I made them. I took them under my wing and we dominated and destroyed any one that got in our paths. We will do the same to you if you do not watch your mouth champ.

Jimmy Helmsley: You will do nothing to me and will not disrespect the fans or me for that matter. You are being put on notice right now Black Man. You and your group better watch your step carefully because the true champion of this federation is standing right before you and I will be the one to lead every one into World Blood Bowl and beyond. You guys stand no chance so you are the ones being put on notice.

Jimmy stops for a minute as the fans roar behind him.

Jimmy Helmsley: And Black Man. I would watch your back with who you trust. I can remember the stories of a certain betrayal from some one that grew close to you. I remember Punisher telling me like it happened yesterday.

Black Man thinks for a moment and then the words “Don’t you dare” cross his lips.

Jimmy Helmsley; I do dare Black Man. You let in a man named Cutting Edge into your alliance, your home and your family. You remember what happened don’t you?

Black Man begins to shout “Jimmy, stop it!”

Jimmy Helmsley: He stole that whore of a wife right out from under your nose and took every thing that you created in the process. Watch your back Black Man, you never know whose coming.

"Wanted Man" By Rev Theory hits the speakers again as Jimmy holds his XFC World title above his head and stands with the cheering fans looking in at a devastated and irritated Black Man. Black Man looks towards his group and then signals towards the sky as the helicopter hovering above drops a rope to the ring. Black Man shakes his head at Jimmy and the party and grabs hold off the rope strapping his title to his waist. The helicopter airlifts Black Man from the ring and begins it’s journey over the sea as Jimmy seems to for now have gotten the last word over the UiWF Champion Black Man.

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Draven Frost Vs Homicide


“No More Words” by Endeverafter blasts out over the loud speaker as Homicide starts to make his way down towards the ring carrying a sledge hammer. The Hall of famer gets a standing ovation from the fans. After a few moments he finally reaches the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope and then stands in the centre of the ring and begins to have a little argument with the referee who takes away the sledge hammer from Homicide out first.

Vic: Look at him, he needs a weapon.

Deano: Can you blame him, look at the stitches above his right eye, and never mind the fact that he needs to wear an eye patch.

Vic: Ahhh Poor Homicide got a little poorly

Deano: It’s more than that he nearly lost all site in his right eye.

Vic: Well he has another eye, and how does a sledgehammer help him see.

"Not All Who Wander Are Lost" By DevilDriver blasts out over the loud speaker as Draven along with his fellow brotherhood members slowly start to make their way down to the ring. After a few moments they finally reach the ring and begin to surround it as Draven makes his way up the steps, Disturbed and Rigormortis stand one side of the ring, while Kise, Kristi and Omen all stand in their own separate sides. Draven looks across the ring and laughs at Homicide knowing he was already inside his head.

Ding...Ding...Ding...

As soon as the bell rings both men come together in the centre of the ring and begin to exchange rights and lefts until Homicide takes the advantage and nails Draven in the midsection with a spin kick knocking the wind out of him, causing him to bend over. Homicide charges to ropes and as he is about to come bouncing back he gets stopped by Omen grabbing his foot, Homicide turns around and exchanges words with Omen before the referee comes across and gives Omen a talking to. As Homicide turns round to face Draven again he gets nailed by a kitchen sink hard into his midsection, causing him to flip over and land hard onto the mat. Draven pulls Homicide back up to his feet and whips him across the ring; he waits for him to come back and looks for a clothesline.



He Ducks and continues running.



HE LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE



SUCIDE DIVE RIGHT ON TO OMEN ON THE OUTSIDE.


Vic: What reason did he need to take a cheap shot at Omen?

Deano: What reason did Omen have to grab his foot Vic?

Vic: If Omen really grabbed his foot how come nobody saw it?

Deano: I saw it Vic.

Vic: So we should take your word for it should we.

Homicide gets back to his feet as the fans cheer his name, Kise and Rigormortis start to approach him, Homicide quickly turns to find his sledgehammer and picks it up, with the referee keeping a close eye on what is going on out side the ring, Homicide waves the two men to come at him. Rigormortis starts to chuckle to himself as he reaches into his jacket and pulls out a sledgehammer of his own and points towards Homicide. With Homicide distracted Draven makes his way out onto the apron and leaps off and and drives Homicide face first onto the out side mats. Draven drags Homicide back up and tosses him back into the ring then slides in after him, and makes the cover.


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NO! Homicide gets his shoulder off of the mat. Draven quickly get back to work and pulls Homicide back up to his feet, he nails him with a few right hands before picking him up and performing a running Alabama slam hard into the turnbuckle, Homicide screams in pain as he now stands in the corner. Draven quickly whips Homicide across the ring and follows up with a massive Yakuza Kick. Draven then charges to the ropes and comes flying back with a flying forearm smash nailing Homicide hard in the face. Draven smiles as he goes to the ropes one more time and looks to nail another forearm smash. Homicide sees it coming and lifts his foot up and catches Draven under the chin with his boot knocking him back. Homicide charges out of the corner and nails Draven with a Wheelbarrow kick knocking Draven down to the mat, Homicide quickly nails a standing corkscrew splash and goes into the cover.



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Draven gets his shoulder off of the mat, Homicide quickly pulls Draven back up to his feet before slamming him with a body slam, and Homicide starts to ascend the turnbuckle, as Kristi gets up on the ring apron and begins to argue with the referee, distracting him. Rigormortis is quick to shake the ropes and cause Homicide to fall hard on to his crotch. Rigormortis turns around and commands Disturbed to climb up onto the apron, Disturbed steps back and just ignore what Rig is telling him. Rigormortis turns to face Homicide who is now standing on the ropes; he kicks Rig hard in the face knocking him off the apron to the mats on the outside. The referee finally get Kristi down of the apron and turns around to see Draven slowly beginning to stand, Homicide leaps from the top and nails Draven with a single knee strike, and quickly goes for the cover.



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Draven gets his shoulder up as Rigormortis is seen outside the ring giving Disturbed a good talking to, Rigormortis loses his temper and pushes Disturbed who just will not move.

Deano: It appears to me that Rigormortis is losing the control that he has over the monster Disturbed.

Vic: Who cares about that big retard?

Back in the ring Homicide places Draven into a sitting position then nails him with a shin kick hard to the back of his head and quickly goes for the cover again.




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Homicide stands up and heads for the ropes but suddenly stops in his tracks when he realises that Omen is waiting on the outside probably waiting to get his hands on Homicide. Suddenly Omen Disappears as something snatches him from underneath the ring curtain, taking him under the ring.

Deano: What the hell was that?

Vic: I have no idea but I’m staying clear of the ring.

Rigormortis is still to busy talking to Disturbed and Kristi is too busy watching Draven in the ring the entire Brotherhood failed to see what went on. With Omen now gone Homicide hops onto the ropes and springboards off with a twisting splash but Draven manages to get his knees up into Homicide face. Draven uses the ropes to pull himself back up, he applies an inverted facelock to Homicide then drops down with a knee to Homicide’s back twice then drops him with an inverted DDT.




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No Homicide got his shoulder up, right at the last second. Draven goes right back on the attack and bends down to grab Homicide who suddenly comes alive and starts to kick Draven hard in the head from the canvas. While still on the ground Homicide spins around on his back and kicks Draven in the legs taken them right out from underneath him, Homicide then gets back to his feet and plants Draven in the Stomach with a stern kick causing him to bend over, he leaps in the air and comes down and drops Draven with the Rocker Dropper. Homicide signals for the end as he makes his way up top, preparing to hit his finisher “Ode to the Fans”


Deano: If he hits this it is going to be over.

Vic: You mean Homicide might win a match.

Deano: Looks like I spoke to soon Vic.

As Homicide is about to nail it Kristi gets the referee’s attention, Homicide looks over to see what Kristi is doing. Homicide jumps down from the top as Kise climbs up onto the apron and tries a gamengiri from over the top but Homicide manages to deflect it and Kise goes back to standing on the apron, Homicide quickly nails him with a two footed drop kick to the back knocking Kise down to the floor.

Deano: No matter what the brotherhood is trying Homicide is getting away from their cheap shots.

Vic: Yeah scary, Homicide is actually out smarting somebody.

Deano: Oh hear comes the Sadistic One!

Rigormortis slides into the ring with a sledgehammer in hand, he measures up Homicide who quickly faces him and knees Rigormortis hard in the guy causing him to drop the sledgehammer and drop to his knees. Homicide picks up the sledgehammer and measures up Rig.


Deano: Do it Homicide get your revenge.

Vic: He using a weapon what a pussy.

Homicide pulls the Sledgehammer over his head and is about to nail Rig when the referee turns around and grabs a hold of it, he pulls it out of his hands as Homicide turns to talk to the referee . The referee walks over to the other side of the ring and tosses the ring out of the ring. Homicide turns around to right into.




THE ODDYSSEY!



Deano: Rigormortis has just nailed Homicide with his version of the superkick, and damn near took his head right off.

Vic: He should not have turned him back on the Dark Enigma.


Homicide stumbles back into a now standing Draven Frost who set him up and nails him with the.




DEVILDRIVER!



Draven makes the cover as Rig dives out of the ring and the referee turns around.




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Deano: The Brotherhood proved too much for Homicide.

Vic: This group of individuals are making a name for them selves.

Deano: Your right Vic, I don’t think anything can stand in their path of destruction.

[Jonah Helmuth]

Adam Myers Vs Spencer Riggz


Announcer: The following contest...is the MMMMMMMAAAAAAIIIIIINNN EVENT!


Vic: What a fuckin’ retard.

Deano: Be that as it may, it is indeed time for the big grudge match! Adam Myers versus sPENCEr rIGGz!

Vic: How are you meant to say that? I mean, how do you pronounce upper-case lettering? Ah, whatever, bring on the swine-flu infectee and the idiot in the body-condom.

Deano: Uh, we will, but first –


The official theme song of XFC programming begins to play over the speakers...oh wait, we haven’t got one, do we? Okay, an elevator muzak rendition of ‘Stairway to Heaven’ begins to play as, in formal procession, most of the XFC roster emerge from the back, their ranks carefully arranged so as to keep feuding pairs apart. Disturbed leads the pack, whilst Homicide glares daggers at him from behind, mouthing silent threats of table-splintering violence; Ander Carvetti scans the assembled faces for Tommy Chuckles, but sees no sign of the clown; Chris Rollz and Jimmy Helmsley seem on the brink of throwing themselves at one another, but are kept moving by those behind them; the craven Brotherhood skulk away at the rear, hiding behind new team the Nightfurs, who seem pleasantly surprised to be brushing elbows with the company’s greats so early in their tenure. Oh, and Hisoka keeps flinging lit fag-ends at Brickhouse Bannister, who doesn’t look at all happy about it.


Vic: So many ugly people...hey, at least the new girls look hawt.

Deano: You mean the ones dressed in wolf-furs?

Vic: Sadly, yes.


On they all go, walking steadily down to the ring, before splitting into two groups, broadly defined by the opposite sides of good and evil, and taking their places at opposite ends of the apron. As eyes lock across the mat, the tension becomes unbearable, the crowd succumbing to absolute silence...

...then the theme song from Justice League Unlimited is heard, and everyone looks – up in the sky! Is it a bird? Is it a plane? Is it Jesus Christ Superstar in Dolby Surround Sound? No, of course it isn’t, you fool. It’s...


Announcer: Introducing first...from THE Spencer THE Intern’s ear, weighing in tonight at 65.3, uh, kilometres...sPENCErrrrr rIGGzzzzzzzz!


And with a mighty battlecry that subsides into maniacal laughter, THE Intern’s alter-ego abruptly appears above the...X-tron, or whatever that big screen thing is, floating gracefully through the stuffy, foul-smelling air our audience exhales, arms stretched wide to catch the updrafts, eagle eyes scanning the ground below for his next target/victim. Spying the ring, he ducks his head and swings his body down, preparing to dive...

...Nothing happens. sPENCEr waits a moment, then frantically gestures ‘DOWN!’ to the backstage tech guys keeping him aloft – who decide to just let go of their end of the rope altogether.

Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeee – FWUMP!

And he face-plants straight on the ring’s centre point.


Deano: Ouch.

Vic: Fuckwit. I actually preferred him as an Intern.


sPENCEr struggles back up to his feet, clutching his masked head in his hands – but shakes away the cobwebs and turns to snarl up towards the ramp as his theme is replaced by Muse’s ‘Hysteria’.


Announcer: And the opponent...from Fairview, New York, weighing in tonight at 231 pounds...he is your 2009 Killer Instinct Champion...AAAAAAADAM MYYYYYYYEEEEERRRRSSS!


The crowd erupt into enthusiastic applause as Myers strides out from the back; he gives them a quick, grateful nod before focusing his attention on the ring, and the deranged, superpowered (?), cannibalistic (?), raving freakish former office worker now wearing a spandex one-piece he found covered in cancerous goo in a bin, lurking inside it.


Deano: I can’t help but feel that, for all sPENCEr’s bravado, this one’s a bit of a mismatch. I mean...you look at Adam Myers and, regardless of how ‘fragile’ his condition may make him, you see a wrestler. Whereas, if you look at Mr. rIGGz, you see...something less than a wrestler.

Vic: I see an AIDS carrier about to fight a teenager pretending to be Venom.

Deano: For the last time, Myers doesn’t have AIDS, he suffers from Immuno –

Vic: Immuno Syphilis Disorder, I remember.

Deano: I’m going to slap you.


Adam pauses a moment at ringside, waiting for the crowded superstars to leave him room to pass; a few, such as Vincent Rizzo, look set to make a fuss, but when the others take a step back, they lose their nerve and similarly retreat. Satsified, Myers takes a running step and slides into the ring – and sPENCEr instantly pounces! And misses, damn near tripping over the still-grounded Myers before bouncing off the ropes! rIGGz spins around in confusion, and Myers starts laying into his heads with some sharp right hands, just as the bell rings, signalling the official start of the match. Myers sends sPENCEr across the ring with an Irish Whip – the former Intern rebounds – Outside Crescent Kick from Myers cracks sPENCEr right on the jaw, knocking him to the mat! rIGGz quickly rolls out of the ring and –


"SPENCERAWWWWWWWWW"


Vic: The fuck?

Deano: Um...


With that twisted bellow of barely-comprehensible rage, sPENCEr turns upon the startled lumberjacks, and reaches out to one – it’s the Teabag Terror! And sPENCEr just...


Deano: OH MY GOD! SPENCER JUST LIFTED TEABAG RIGHT OVER HIS OWN HEAD!

Vic: HOW CAN SUCH A SKINNY STREAK OF PISS LIFT SUCH A FAT BLOATED SHITBAG?!

Deano: I DON’T FUCKING KNOW, BUT I’M IMPRESSED!


In the ring, Myers’ jaw drops in shock – then he ducks as sPENCEr THROWS TEABAG RIGHT TOWARDS HIS HEAD! The enormous jobbing nuisance soars over Adam’s head – and straight over the ropes, before colliding with a gigantic jade monolith in the shape of Matt Enigma.


Deano: Why do we have a giant statue of Matt Enigma at ringside again?

Vic: Who cares?


Adam pushes himself up – and gets driven straight back down following a brutal clothesline from sPENCEr, still riding the crest of his suit’s superhuman strength boost (yes, really), who raises his arms to claw at the sky and cackle with delight...shortly before he sinks to the floor, flailing his arms around and screaming something like “IT’S EATING ME! EATINGGGGG MEEEEE!”.


Deano: Well...I was gonna say something about how sPENCEr was about to take control of this match, but...I have no idea what’s wrong with him now.

Vic: He was born, that’s what’s wrong with him.


Adam pushes himself up once again and, seeing an opening, dashes for the ropes and rebounds towards the flailing rIGGz, crouching down and leaping into a Rolling Thunder, connecting with a...squelch. Myers winces, and touches his side, drawing away fingers coated in some sort of translucent goo which has apparently leaked from sPENCEr’s magical suit. This causes Myers to pale noticeably, and he frantically wipes his fingers clean on the ring mat, panicking over possible infection, before scrambling to his feet and backing away quickly from sPENCEr, who laughs with a nasal whine at his opponent’s sudden fear.


Deano: Myers appears to have lost some of his nerve; obviously, he has to be very careful with any possibly infections, due to his condition, and if sPENCEr is to be believed –

Vic: Because he’s obviously a reliable source of factual information...

Deano: - that odd suit of his apparently gave him cancer. Somehow.

Vic: So wait, the intern’s only got a couple months to live?

Deano: That’s what it sounds like.

Vic: YES! *punches air*


Like a man possessed, or a zombie hungering for flesh (or a retard in a gooey costume, if you’re not into analogies), sPENCEr crawls towards Myers, who is now right up against the ropes – and VINCENT RIZZO REACHES THROUGH TO GRAB MYERS! But Myers shakes him off with a quick quick to the throat, knocking ‘The Professional’ to the floor, where he quickly finds himself buried beneath Fabio Flamingo, The Amazing Grey Goose and Xecutioner – yes, the same Xecutioner we used to enjoy decapitating regularly, oh happy days! – who all chose that exact moment to trip on the safety mats.

Myers smiles briefly at Rizzo’s expense – before a wild jumping lariat from rIGGz takes BOTH men over the ropes and tumbling to the outside! Myers cracks the back of his skull on the mat as he goes down and before either sPENCEr or Myers can think, they are thrown back into the ring by the monster Disturbed. Both men are down but rIGGz slowly manages to pull himself to his feet, looking to Myers who seems too beaten down to even move..

Myers pulls himself to his feet..


He spins around...


rIGGz jumps..






NTFIKO!!

sPENCEr hits his finisher and watches Myers flops onto the mat.. he leans down and pins the KI winners shoulders to the mat..


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sPENCEr has done it!

Before the bell can ring and the cameras can focus on the winner of the match, we pan to ringside where Helmsley has Rollz backed into a corner.. Rollz throws a right hand.. Helmsley ducks and throws one of his own! It connects! Brickhouse Bannister dives for Hisoka, who moves, obivously and watches the useless twat as he stumbles into the ringside barrier. Things are breaking down! Damage leans over the ropes and grabs Myers, pulling him out of the ring and throwing him onto the floor, starting to lay into him with kicks and punches.. Rig grabs Dexter by the throat..

rIGGz throws himself over the ropes! Shit has REALLY hit the fan. DraVen and Kise start beating on the Nightfurr's only to receive a few stiff fists and kicks in return.. Rollz and Helmsley are still brawling in the corner of the set as Black Man and Hisoka begin to go at it, throwing punches.. knee's.. kicks.. whatever the pair can muster.. with The Teabag Terror and Brickhouse Bannister.. raping? each other by the announcement desk..

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As the wrestler's continue to brawl around the outside of the ring 'Smiling Like A Killer' by Motorhead blasts through the speakers that surround the crowd on the beautiful beach setting, most of the audience turn to view the ramp leading to the ring, but see nothing. The wrestler's continue to brawl regardless, then, out of the crowd, we see two blurs.. one purple. One red. As the camera focusses, we can see both Tommy Chuckles & Jack 'Jesus' Crowley, moving through the crowd towards the ring, Chuckles jumps up onto the barrier and uses the heads and shoulders of his fellow combatants to help him reach the ring, Jack on the other hand, falls over the barrier and stumbles, wildly through the crowd, shaking his gun above his head and screaming obscenities. Tommy slides in through the ropes and produces a microphone from his pocket, standing whitch Crowley beside him.

Deano: “Oh for christ sake, does this freak ever go away?”

Chuckles stands in the middle of the ring, tapping his mike, the sound of feedback echoeing through the speakers, the crowd less than impressed. As the brawl continues, Rigormortis X, DraVen Frost and Kise all roll into the ring, with their backs turned on Chuckles and Crowley. As his music fades, clearly annoyed with the lack of attention, Tommy asks for Jack's gun, to which Jack happily hands it over. It's then, that silence falls among the crowd, as Tommy fires six shots, into the sky. The entire active roster at ringside, hear the gunshots and turn to face the ring. Rollz slowly makes his way towards the ropes behind Chuckles, who happily turns around and butt's him in the face, knocking him off the apron and onto the floor below.

Chuckles: "Well there we go! Aren't you a good bunch of boys and girls? Before all of you decide to flood the ring and start attemtping to beat me up, I have a little announcement that I would like to make. As we all know, in a few weeks, XFC is happily presenting a PPV, entitled World Blood Bowl.. which, as history has taught us.. always stars the biggest of talents and the most brutal of matches.."

Before Tommy can continue, Dexter, who is standing beside an unimpressed looking Rollz shout's something at Chuckles, Tommy ignores him but Jack takes exception screaming RACIST! at Damage over the ropes.

Chuckles: "Now, as I was saying, you bunch of inbred, foul smelling stool samples, I am here to announce my four PERSON team for this years version of the World Blood Bowl. Firstly, for those that are of the.. slightly retarded persuasion among us, I, Thomas Chuckles will be captaining the team. My right hand man and second in command, is stood to my right. Mr. Jack Crowley. A psychopath with a drinking problem, stability issues and more ammunition than Osama Bin Laden's cave keeper. For the third member of the team, I decided to go, a little further afield..”

Tommy smiles as he looks towards the entrance ramp, with Jack at his side, smiling as well..

Chuckles: "I chose this person, because not only are they a beautiful specimin of human life, but they are ferocious, manipulative and twisted beyond much of human comprehension.. ladies and gentleman and specifically, please welcome...
















SAMANTHA.. VALIANT!!”

The crowd goes crazy, in a mix of confusion, shock and awe as indeed, Samantha Valiant slowly walks her way out from behind the curtains. Slinking her way down to ringside, he brushes past some of the superstars.. stopping before taking a look Aat Hisoka and laughing to herself.. she slides into the ring. Samantha brushes past Crowley and stands next to Tommy, leaning up to peck him on the cheek..

Chuckles:"Oh and uh, she's my mommy. I imagine that's kind of important too. Last.. but, certainly not least. The fourth member of Team Chuckles.. is someone who didn't make many friends as a member of the XFC roster. He uh, didn't make any at all actually and well, who's surprised by that.. he's.. a tad odd, to say the least..”

The camera pans to ringside, shwoing most of the roster's reaction.. Hisoka with a serious.. 'WTF' face on, unsurprisingly. Chuckles lowers the microphone from his lips, which are curved up in his usual sick twisted grin. Pointing towards the crowd and perahps towards the Brotherhood members in the ring..

Deano: “What does that mean?”

Vic: “He has something up his tricky sleeve.”

Suddenly the lights go out, and the crowd begins to stir. They show their excitement and confusion all at once, resulting in an almost even mixed reaction. Suddenly a loud crash erupts through the skies when four lightning bolts strike the all four ring posts. Everyone is surprised, except for Tommy, Crowley and Samantha, who all, slowly begin to clap. The ropes of the ring all ignite into the flames, trapping Rigormortis X, DraVen Frost, Kise and Team Chuckles in the ring together.

Deano: “This isn’t good; they don’t have anywhere to go!”

Vic: “What’s that!?”

Behind the Brotherhood, on the mat, a ring of fire forms and burns the center of the circle away. Smoke begins to pour from under the ring, as well as through the hole that the ring of fire made. A figure begins to rise from inside the fire…






Deano: “NO!”






Vic: “IT’S LUCIFER HAWKS!!”





The whole of Brotherhood turn away from Tommy look at the ascension of the epitome of evil. Most of them back away, except for Rigormortis X, who holds his ground with his championship belt and Hawks’ sledgehammer in hand. Hawks’ head is bowed until he’s completely risen from the fire, and then it slowly picks up to stare at Rig who’s standing directly in front of him. Chuckles has doubled over in hysterics and is only calmed down by Valiant giving him a stiff clip around the ear.. The crowd is in awe, not knowing how to react to the Puppet Master’s return, or him aligning himself with Chuckles and company. Rig steps closer to Hawks, showing he isn’t afraid of the Dark Lord, he even smiles in the monster’s face, a face covered with a mask made of human skin.

Vic: “Now we know where all those faces went!”

Hawks doesn’t move, neither does Rig, but everyone else keeps their distance, and Chuckles continues laughing, his face paint smears from the tears running down his cheeks. The show comes to a close with the final shot being Rig and Hawks staring each other down.. Hawks doesn't move and simply stares deep into the eyes of Rigormortis X.. Chuckles slowly straightens himself out and steps forward, grabbing the wrists of Valiant and Crowley, throwing them up in the air. The image of Hawks and Rigormortis surrounded by the burning ring fades the show to a close.