GoldRush III

[Joey Johnson]

[A video package highlighting the opening stages of the GoldRush tournament flashes, showing Anthoni Young, Ronnie Ruthless and Damion Darkside making their way to tonights final showdown. After that are clips of the other competitors tonight, Johnny Demain tagging with King Nothing, Caleb Siretta in action, as well Sean Williams picking up his first win in UCW. Quick flashes of Daniel Foster and Lucia in action on their UCW debuts complete that section before we finish on a montage of previous GoldRush finale's. First Maynard clutching the UCW Title at the first ever UCW show, followed by Patrick McCarthy shocking the world by taking home the gold on his debut.]

As the clip ends we find ourselves inside the arena for GoldRush, the camera paning round the rabid fans, anticipating a night of fast and furious action, before coming to rest on Jeff Dodson and Mike Heffron in the announce booth.]

Jeff Dodson: Welcome one and all to UCW GoldRush! I'm Jeff Dodson and at my side as always is Mike Heffron...

Mike Heffron: H...

Jeff Dodson: Wait a second Heff, I'm getting word we need to go backstage!

Mike Heffron: Son of a b...

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Backstage
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Lord Stephen Williamns barges into his locker room and realizes that it is just an ordinary filthy locker room.

LSW: Oh my goodness, what is wrong in this dump? Can't they at least fnd a decent locker to put my Armani suits in? Without worrying that they wont stay decent? Or above all get stolen by these idiots in the arena?

He shakes his head in disbelief as he places his bag on the ground and pushes aside the caemra

[color=limegreen]LSW: I wil get over this dissapointment and will kick the living hell out of the two that just dont know the meaning of knowing when you have lost... Now get lost you idiot

Williams kicks the cameraman and closes the door

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Ringside
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Dave Wilson v Fracture v Lord

Jeff Dodson: Here we go, three new guys fighting for the right to a UCW contract.

Mike Heffron: What do you mean fighting for the right? Management booked this match to show pity on three otherwise useless peons taking up space on the roster.

Donald Donovan: The following contest, is a triple threat match and is scheduled for one fall! First, on his way to the ring, weighing in at two-hundred fifty-six pounds, Lord Stephen Williams!

The music from the London Symphony Orchestra starts to be played as the fans are hearing the tones from God Save The Queen and they are starting to boo Lord Stephen Williams and his female accompany Julie as they walk to the ring. They stop halfway the entrance way and look down upon the fans and start o walk further towards the ring where Williams holds up the ropes for his lovely manager and then he enters the ring as she opens the ropes for him. The two stand in the middle of the ring as red and white and blue fireworks erupt and the Union Jack can be seen on the Titan Tron as Lord Stephen Williams is having his robes removed while not taking his eyes off the Entrance way as he is expecting his opponent.

Donald Donovan: And the opponent, weighing in at two hundred twenty-five pounds, Fracture!

Wolves At The Door by Senses Fail play. Fracture slowly walks out wearing his
leather jacket and jeans. He breaths in and out and walks to the ring. He slides in and sits himself on the middle rope as he waits for the match to begin.

Donald Donovan: And the final participant in this contest, weighing in at three hundred twenty-four pounds, Dave Wilson!

“Time To Burn” begins to playing, and out comes Dave Wilson to a large chorus of boos. As he begins he walk down towards the ring, a figure emerges from the back and charges him from behind, and taking him down. The figure is mounted on the back of Dave, bludgeoning him with lefts and rights to the back of his head. Dave struggles to get up to all fours, but receives a kick to the midsection for his troubles.

Jeff Dodson: Dave Wilson is under attack!

Mike Heffron: No shit Sherlock! That guy is beating the hell out of him!

The figure pulls Wilson to his feet, and lifts him up on his shoulders, in a reverse death valley driver, and drives him head first viciously into the floor, before making his way to Donald Donovan, and taking the microphone. He returns to the prone body of Dave Wilson and stands over him.

“Just when you thought you’ve seen the last of DLS, he proves you wrong…again!”

DLS makes his way back up the ramp, to a chorus of cheers from the crowd, as the referee finally calls for the bell.

Jeff Dodson: With Wilson out of the equation, it looks like this will now be a singles match!

Mike Heffron: Thank you captain obvious! But lets look on the bright side of things, now Lord Williams will have an easier time earning that contract!

With that being said, Lord Williams and Fracture collide in the center of the ring, with Williams taking the upperhand. He delivers a stiff knee to the midsection of the smaller fracture, and follows up with a snap suplex. He goes for a quick cover, trying to end it quickly, but Fracture kicks out with some enthusiasm. Williams goes to attempt a boston crab, but Fracture kicks Williams off, sending him stumbling backwards. Fracture makes it to his feet, and jumps up and scissors the head of Williams, taking him down with a hurricanrana. He too attempts a quick pin, but Williams kicks out before the count.

Jeff Dodson: Fast paced start to this match. Both of them looking to prove they belong here in UCW.

Mike Heffron: Yet only one will receive the contract. One of them has to go.

Jeff Dodson: Why do you have to be so negative?

Mike Heffron: I’m not. I’m just being realistic.

Williams makes it back to his feet and sends Fracture back down with a vicious short arm clothesline. He pulls him up and delivers another. Williams now putting the boots to Fracture, and then pulls him up and delivers a thunderous spine buster. He hooks the leg, 1..2…! Fracture kicks out. Fracture gets to his feet, but Williams is relentless, and drives him head first into the mat with a huge ddt. He then locks him in a crossface chickenwing, but after a few moments, Fracture manages to get his feet on the ropes.

Mike Heffron: I told you Lord Williams was going to win.

Jeff Dodson: He might be in control right now, but don’t count Fracture out yet.

Fracture thinks quickly, and trips the heavier Williams with a drop toe hold and quickly gets to his feet. He quickly executes a senton to Williams, and then gets up just in time to nail a standing moonsault. He hooks the leg, 1..2..! Williams kicks out, and gets up, only to be sent back down with a double footed dropkick. Fracture goes back for the pin, but only gets a 1 this time. Fracture, clearly looking frustrated, looks to try to end it. He lifts Williams up, and drop kicks him into the corner, and then steps back, and charges, looking to Impale Williams, but eats the corner post as Williams moves out of the way just in time.

Jeff Dodson: If he would have hit that, Williams would have been broken in half!

Mike Heffron: The only thing being broken in this match is Fracture’s spirit.

Fracture staggers out of the corner, favoring his shoulder, and walks right into a stiff kick to the gut from Lord Williams, who quickly hooks the arms and drops him with a double arm ddt. He goes for cover, 1…2….3! NO! Fracture barely got the shoulder up. Williams gets jumps up, seating himself on the top rope, and as Fracture manages somehow to get up, Williams leaps off, driving him to the mat with a bulldog. Not looking to prolong the match any further, he drags Fracture to the center of the ring, and locks him in a Texas cloverleaf. The referee moves into position to check on Fracture.

Mike Heffron: The Union Jack! This is it, Dodson! Watch that pipsqueak tap!

Jeff Dodson: Don’t count him out, just yet, he could very well make it to the ropes for all you know!

And yet, he doesn’t. He attempts to make it to the ropes, but the pressure Lord Williams is applying is too much, and he has no choice but to tap out. The referee promptly calls for the bell.

Donald Donovan: Here is your winner by submission, Lord Stephen Williams !

[Joey Johnson]

Mike Heffron: Ladies and Gentlemen, the night is still young, and GoldRush is already shaping up to be the most awe-inspiring evening in recent memory!

Jeff Dodson: It sure has, Mike. But you’ve been on a high note for a few weeks now… new drugs for your time with the missus?

[Heffron glares at Dodson.]

Mike Heffron: Who did you put down in the office pool for the main event?

Jeff Dodson: I went out on a limb and I voted for Ronnie Ruthless.

Mike Heffron: Oh, you would vote for Ronnie Ruthless—

Jeff Dodson: Well, Mike, I’ve got faith. I’ve got faith that he can pull off the upset and—

Mike Heffron: You only picked him because you’re greedy… see, I picked the fans.

[Mike turns and gives a 10 o’clock news smile into the camera. Jeff frowns.]

Mike Heffron: That’s because I’m a man of the people, Jefferson.

Jeff Dodson: Jeffrey.

Mike Heffron: Joshua, right.

{Over the PA, “Blow Me Away” by Breaking Benjamin begins to play. The music echoes through the halls of Joe Louis Arena, playing just a few decibels higher than usual, as if the song is, within itself, shaking off some rust.}

Jeff Dodson: Mike, it looks like we’re going off schedule here. This wasn’t supposed to happen until after the main event, but it looks like Joey Johnson is making his appearance!

[Heffron begins to grin, fiendishly.]

{The crowd cheers as Joey Johnson’s music video cues up on the video screen. From backstage, Joey Johnson struts through the curtain, wearing a suit with a button-up shirt that’s unbuttoned just over halfway to the top. His skin is pale, almost clammy, and his eyes have dark bags around them. In his left hand is a microphone; his right hand is in his pocket.}

[The crowd receives Joey like a child celebrates the return of their father. Johnson forces a smile onto his face and steps up to the front of the UCW stage, preparing for the noise to die down. Joey raises the microphone to his lips.]

Joey Johnson: Thank you.

[The crowd continues to cheer.]

Joey Johnson: Thank you… thank you. Shut up, for the love of – thank you. Thank you all.

[The crowd begins to silence.]

Joey Johnson: Christ, I was beginning to think Donald Donovan was giving those ladies in the front row a strip dance, with that noise.

[Joey glances down-ramp, toward a group in the front row.]

Joey Johnson: That’s right, ladies. You show up well on camera… except you, in the orange… orange bleeds on camera. That, and your ungodly nose… and teeth.

[Joey winks.]

Joey Johnson: But, the reason I’m here tonight – oh, and those eyebrows – sorry, the reason I’m here tonight is because there’s been a lot of conversation about where I’ve been lately. For the last… while, for as long as I can recall, it’s been me on your television, in your inbox, on your website, through your radio, speaking for UCW. Whether it be as champion – Heatwave ’05, baby – or as president, I’ve been one of your guiding familiar faces around here. For the last few months, that’s kind of died down. I’ve spent more time away, I’ve spent some time off the road, in London, and I haven’t been all that cordial with the press.

[Joey pauses, takes his hand out of his right pocket. His hand shakes slightly as he runs his fingers through his hair.]

Joey Johnson: Of course, in this day and age, any little indiscretion gets magnified in the eyes of the popular media, so suddenly all these questions rise up. It started weeks ago when somebody suggested that I was leaving the world of wrestling… and then somebody reported that I was sick… and recently rumors have been flying around that I’m returning to in-ring action.

[The crowd cheers this possibility.]

Joey Johnson: I’ll admit it. They pegged me right. Believe it or not, they called it.

[The cheering begins to build.]

Joey Johnson: Sorry to disappoint, but I’m not returning to the ring. See, I’ve changed a lot in the last few months. In a day, my entire life changed… I’m…

[Joey stops himself, contemplates his next words carefully.]

Joey Johnson: In good conscience, I can no longer be the anchor of this foundation. I can no longer support an entire organization, the jobs of hundreds, by myself.

[The crowd dies down.]

Joey Johnson: Some people have stated that I have pegged my replacement from within the company. They have suggested that the person who will step up and cover my duties is a face that all of you are familiar with. In the articles I’ve read, all the suspicion falls upon Mike Heffron to replace me.

[The crowd is split – some cheer, but most boo.]

Joey Johnson: First, I’d like to say that Mike is an amazing worker. He’s been with us for years, and I can’t think of anybody with more knowledge of the industry or general intelligence and integrity within this organization to replace me. He’s the kind of person UCW needs, in my diminished capacity… but he’s not replacing me. Nobody is replacing me. I may be stepping back, but I will retain all of my power as president of this organization, I will still be the face of this organization! But I can’t do it alone, and I can’t take somebody as talented as Heff out of the commentator’s booth. Instead, I’ve hired from outside. This man has a lot of experience managing a wrestling organization. In the year that he ran the Athletic Wrestling Alliance, the AWA flourished, and I know this first hand, having worked there briefly as talent.

[The crowd realizes at once who Joey is talking about. Their reaction splits more evenly to an equal amount of cheers and boos. It breaks even, but only from an audible perspective – those who were cheering got more enthusiastic about their support, and those who were unhappy are now livid.]

Joey Johnson: He is, as of this moment, the executive consultant to me, Joey Johnson, and therefore the extension of all my power. Ladies and gentlemen, the man who will help me return UCW to prominence… Quentin LeBeau!

{“Rock and Roll Band” by Boston hits on the PA and, within an instant, Quentin LeBeau emerges from backstage, microphone in hand. He wears a lavish suit, a pair of sunglasses are draped over the collar of his shirt, and his customary smug smile has obviously arrived in Detroit without jetlag. Quentin approaches Joey and shakes his hand.}

Quentin LeBeau: Thank you, Joey.

[Quentin turns to face the mixed audience. Quentin speaks with a French accent, but it’s died down considerably in the last few years.]

Quentin LeBeau: Wow, the last time I saw a crowd this heated, the Tigers just got their asses kicked in the world series!

[The Detroit crowd erupts with boos. Quentin recoils, his “joke” having been shot down.]

Quentin LeBeau: I mean, I mean it in a good way. Better yet – the last time I saw a crowd this ALIVE was when the Pistons won the NBA title! Yeah!

[The crowd begins to even out again.]

Quentin LeBeau: De-troit bas-ket-ball!

[This sparks the crowd to begin the single-most obnoxious chant in all of professional sports.]

“De-troit, bas-ket-ball!”

Quentin LeBeau: Well, Detroit, times are tough. Times are hard for you people, and in tough times, smart people are left with a select number of options. You can duck and run, like the gutless cowards in the auto industry, who abandoned you. You can bend the rules, like your former mayor, Kwame Kilpatrick. Or you can be proactive, step up to the plate, and fight your troubles! You can fight low wages, expensive oil, unjust wars, an infringement upon your personal freedoms, or you can simply sit back and let your troubles destroy you from within. Joey Johnson made his decision – and he’s fighting back. He’s fighting a declining economy. He’s fighting within a cutthroat industry that would sooner eat this company alive and skin the flesh from its bones, before throwing it away like so much garbage. He’s kept this roster healthy, he’s stepped up a worldwide tour, he’s kept the sponsors from leaving… and now he’s brought in me.

[The crowd has settled down, it has been pacified by Quentin’s speech.]

Quentin LeBeau: I have experience in taking promising clay and molding it into greatness. I have experience picking apart a power structure and rebuilding it anew, in a greater form that benefits everybody. I can cut dead weight, reward those who work hard for your entertainment, and destroy any concept of egotism that has hereto forth dominated the food chain around here. The old guard will not take the glory and the cash purses while new wrestlers with more talent, more charisma, more drive, work with all of their heart for a minimal sum! I will not allow clique mentality to dominate these locker rooms, and I will prevent favoritism and nepotism from breaching the core of UCW’s virtues. From this night forth, UCW will take this industry over from the ground level, and we’re going to set the new standard for professionalism and entertainment… I am Quentin LeBeau, executive consultant to Joey Johnson, and this is the beginning of a new level of existence for this industry. Join me, us, and take the ride!

{Quentin steps back as Joey Johnson’s music hits. Joey turns and extends his hand to Quentin, who is waving to the crowd. Quentin turns and accepts Joey’s handshake. The crowd has been won over, and the vast majority is now cheering Johnson’s decision.}

Jeff Dodson: I can’t believe it! Joey Johnson is stepping back. The face of UCW is here to stay, but just how productive can Joey be, Mike?

Mike Heffron: I don’t want to talk about it.

[Mike looks completely deflated, his teeth ground together, his eyes squinting toward the nearby monitors, as if holding back tears.]

Mike Heffron: What’s our next match?

Jeff Dodson: But, what about—

Mike Heffron: What is it with you and stupid questions? You’re like a chatty Cathy doll… but I don’t pull the string, YOU DO! E-ahh e-ahhh e-ahh!

[Mike has begun tugging on an invisible string on his chest.]

Mike Heffron: The pundits will analyze it and will acutely summarize what has happened! What more is there to say?!

Jeff Dodson: Mike, calm down!

Mike Heffron: Can we just, for the love of all things holy and free, continue with the show?

Jeff Dodson: Of course we can—

Mike Heffron: You’re doing it again! Shut up! Christ!

BROS v Caleb Siretta & Xavier Caine

Donald Donavan: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, the team of Doctor Ian and Greg Venom, BROs!

“Too Cool For School” by Fountains of Wayne hits, and the two returning brothers make their way out to the ring to a standing ovation that is nearly deafening.

Jeff Dodson: IT REALLY IS THEM, MIKE!

Mike Heffron: Who did you expect, the Easter bunny and Tooth Fairy?

Donald Donavan: And their opponents, at a combined weight of four hundred ninety pounds, Caleb Siretta and Xavier Caine!

“Indestructible” by Disturbed blasts through the sound system as Caleb and Xavier make their way to the ring, to a chorus of boos and jeers.

Jeff Dodson: Here we go folks, in what should be an interesting contest.

Mike Heffron: That’s right, Caleb and Xavier are about send Greg and Ian back to Wales with tucked tails! I crack myself up!


The bell rings, as Doctor Ian and Caleb Siretta look to start this one off. They collide in a collar-elbow tie-up in the center of the ring, with Ian delivering a knee the Caleb’s midsection to take the upperhand. Ian follows with a hip toss, but Caleb blocks it, and counters with a hip toss of his own. He wastes no time as Ian gets to his feet, and delivers a stiff short arm clothesline, and as Ian hits the mat, Caleb quickly moves in for the pin. 1..2…! Greg Venom enters the ring and stomps the back of the head of Caleb, effectively disrupting his pin attempt. Ian recovers and delivers a quick baseball slide dropkick to Caleb, sending him under the bottom rope, and crashing the floor below with a thud. 1….2….3….4….5…

Jeff Dodson: The experienced team of BROs is looking in the opening moments of this match.

Mike Heffron: Right now they are. But how long before we see the real BROs? The one’s without passion or heart for this business?

Ian makes the tag to his brother Greg, who comes in with a head of steam, taking a shot at Xavier Caine, sending him crashing onto his partner Caleb, just as it seemed he had gotten back to his feet. …..6…..7…..8….! Caleb somehow manages to get back into the ring, and as Greg looks to continue his momentum, Caleb takes the upper hand with a thumb to the eye of the former UCW Champion. He then tags in Xavier, who kicks Greg in the gut and executes a perfect suspended snap suplex. As Greg begins to recover, Xavier delivers a thunderous big boot to his face, sending Greg back to the mat in a heap. Ian begins to fire the crowd up, in hopes of getting Greg back into this thing.

Mike Heffron: I told you it was only a matter of time, Dodson!

Jeff Dodson: They cheated, and you know it!

Xavier pulls Greg into his corner, and tags Caleb back in, as the two begin to simultaneously put the boots to Greg, prompting Ian to rush in to make the save, only to be hit with a devastating double lariat from Caleb and Xavier. Ian rolls out of the ring as Caleb and Xavier taunt their opponents for a moment, proud of their domination thus far, but as they turn around, Greg delivers a double clothesline of his own, taking both of them down. The crowd erupts as he tosses Xavier over the top rope, but as he turns back around, Caleb nails him with a flying forearm smash, taking him down. Looking to end things, Caleb looks ready to hit the Book of Caleb, but Ian makes it back into the ring, and dropkicks Caleb in the back.

Jeff Dodson: Don’t count BROs out just yet!

Mike Heffron: Oh please, they are struggling. It is only a matter of time before Caleb and Xavier put them out of their misery.

As Ian looks to return to his corner, he is met by Xavier who gives him a stiff big boot, sending him over the top rope. Seeing his partner in trouble, Xavier goes to pull Greg up, but is quickly countered, and nailed with the G-Spot! He crumples to the mat, and rolls out of the ring, and as Greg looks to press his advantage, Caleb charges him with a lariat, but Venom ducks, and the referee is nailed, and sent to the mat.

Mike Heffron: Thank God, that referee was incompetent!

Jeff Dodson: Who is going to count the pinfalls now?

In the midst of the confusion, Anthoni Young strolls down to the ring, just as Greg drops Caleb with a DDT. Greg looks on as Anthoni enters the ring, and then decks Anthoni with a right hand, and the two go back and forth, before Anthoni kicks him in the groin, and nails him with the Final Destiny 2008! Doctor Ian sees this and manages to get back into the ring, and as Anthoni turns around, Ian nails him with the Doctor Driver, and then kicks Anthoni out of the ring! Ian, seemingly have forgotten about Caleb, turns around and walks right into The Book Of Caleb, and Caleb wastes no time in covering Greg, the legal man. 1…2…3!

Jeff Dodson: I’ll be damned! Young just robbed BROs of a victory!

Mike Heffron: That was brilliant! Young just showed those two who the more dominant force is!

Donald Donovan: Here are your winners, Caleb Siretta and Xavier Caine!

{Caleb Siretta and Xavier Caine leave the ring and begin the victor’s stroll up toward the top of the stage.}

Mike Heffron: Well, you talk about upsets, but you never really know how to react until one happens… this has to be one of the greatest upsets I’ve ever seen!

Jeff Dodson: Well, the BROs really phoned it in tonight, and I have the feeling that they’ve let down a lot of the veterans around here that view them as two arches of the organization.

Mike Heffron: Say what you will, but whether or not the BROs were at the top of their game, I don’t think it would’ve mattered. Siretta and Caine were just unstoppable, and—

{At the top of the stage, Daniel Foster emerges. The crowd cheers at the emergence of the UCW newcomer, whose customary, smug smile is plastered across his face. A microphone rests in his palm.}

Jeff Dodson: Hey! What the hell is this?

{Foster grins at Siretta and Caine, then motions for them to walk past him to the back, as he has no qualms with them. He respectfully steps aside as they leave the arena, toward the back.}

Mike Heffron: What the hell is this? What is Daniel Foster doing out here?

{In the ring, the BROs are recovering from their loss. Ian is glaring at Greg, but looks rather indifferent.}

Daniel Foster: Hey there, boys.

{The crowd cheers as Daniel speaks. Ian turns to glare at Foster, then looks for a microphone.}

Daniel Foster: No, you don’t get to talk right now. After that pathetic showing, you’re lucky I don’t come down to that ring myself and wipe your unworthy presence from this ring.

{The crowd has a mixed response to this. Ian begins to curse inaudibly.}

Daniel Foster: Oh Ian. Are you angry? Why are you mad, because you lost? What else is new, you has-beens?

{Daniel frowns as Greg Venom gets a microphone from Donald at ringside and raises it to his lips.}

Greg Venom: You’d better run, fancy man, or I’ll teach you to respect those who have paid their dues.

Daniel Foster: Respect your betters, and keep your mouth shut. This may be the last time I ever allow you to speak to me.

{Ian has had enough. He lunges out of the ring and begins to march up the ramp.}

Daniel Foster: I was finishing my point, before you interrupted, Greg. See, tonight I defeated Lucia… rather handily, if I might say. That was step one in establishing myself here as somebody who belongs at the top. First I destroy the first person to have the nerve to challenge me: one of the people being described as “the future” of UCW. Well, now that I’ve taken out a piece of the future… I need to prove that I’m a step ahead of the past, too, don’t I?

{Ian nears the halfway point of the ramp.}

Daniel Foster: Speaking of the past, I remember the last time that you two lost. It was in your last tag match together against Declan O’Connell and Leon Desfait. You guys remember Leon Desfait, don’t you? He’s a really cool guy, a real warrior. In fact, I think he’s worthy of a nickname as prestigious as, say, Odysseus?

{Suddenly, the crowd begins to cheer as a man jumps the security rails near Mike Heffron and Jeff Dodson. He wears street clothes: a button-up shirt, jeans and dress shoes.}

Jeff Dodson: Hey! Is that—

Mike Heffron: That’s Leon Desfait! The last time we saw him, his brother had been attacked by Damien Kahn… but his contract expired weeks ago! What’s he doing here?

Jeff Dodson: Is he Daniel Foster’s “Odysseus mandate?”

{Desfait slides into the ring behind Greg Venom. Ian and Venom both see Desfait on UCW’s giant broadcast screen at the head of the ramp. They turn in unison, but Leon connects with a spinning roundhouse to Venom’s face and neck before Greg can do anything. Ian watches as Venom staggers to the ropes, and Desfait quickly goes on the attack, hammering Venom with punches to the stomach and elbows to the back of the head. Desfait whips Venom into the turnbuckle.}

Mike Heffron: Jesus! Leon Desfait is a man possessed!

{Desfait punches Venom, drawing blood from Greg’s mouth, then spins him around so that Venom’s face rests against the turnbuckle. On the ramp, Dr. Ian begins to sprint to his brother’s aid. Daniel Foster simply watches and smiles.}

Jeff Dodson: Things are about to get heated, really fast!

{Leon spots Ian, so he wastes no time in finishing up his planned attack.}

Leon Desfait: Remember me? The one you never viewed as worthy?

{Leon spins for another roundhouse, connecting on the back of Greg Venom’s head, effectively curb stomping him into the turnbuckle.}

Leon Desfait: Try riding your reputation to the top now, you stupid bastard!

{Ian slides into the ring, forcing Desfait to cut and run. Leon leaves the ring and stands to his feet, pointing to Ian and mouthing the words “count your blessings.” The Doctor turns his attention to Greg, who is bleeding profusely from the mouth and nose.}

Mike Heffron: Leon Desfait just curb stomped the life out of Greg Venom! What the hell is he even doing here?

Jeff Dodson: Why would Desfait attack Greg Venom?!

{At the top of the ramp, Daniel Foster raises the microphone to his lips.}

Daniel Foster: Throw all of your champions at me. Throw all of your veterans to the slaughter. From this night forth, I will run the gauntlet for as long as it takes… to prove that I am the only man who can fix this retched industry and save it from the same old political bullshit that has ruined the careers of many good men… like my good friend Leon’s brother. The quest for justice begins, and I am the judge and the jury.

{Leon approaches Daniel and stands beside him, Greg’s blood dripping down his collar. A moment passes, and they shake hands.}|

Daniel Foster: I’m Daniel Foster, and I approved this message.

{Foster and Desfait smile and turn back to the crowd. The audience is absolutely mixed, though more seem to be cheering, while others boo in honor of the fallen legend, Greg Venom.}

Jeff Dodson: We’ll need to get this cleaned up before we can continue.

Mike Heffron: Yeah, you might want to get a mop for where Greg Venom’s face used to be!

[Joey Johnson]

Daniel Foster v Lucia

Donald Donovan: The following match is a singles contest and is scheduled for one fall!

[The lights go out in the stadium, before the haunting bass notes begin to play. White lights begin to flash in a rapid succession as a car's headlights appear from around the stage. The car pulls slowly forward, until turning to begin going down the ramp. A second car, this time a limousine follows behind it, headlights also on.]

[As the guitar begins, both cars are heading down the ramp slowly. The first car, a sedan, comes to a stop just before the ring. The limousine follows and stops just behind the sedan, almost touching. ]

"It's bugging me... Grating me...."

[The sunroof opens in the limousine and Daniel Foster's torso appears. He smiles and holds his arms out while looking around the arena. He then looks down before pushing himself up out of the limousine and then stands on its roof. He is dressed in his ring attire, consisting of black tights with gray trim. ]

"'Cause I want it now..."

[He walks forward onto the limousine, before stepping over to the sedan. He steps atop the sedan, before climbing into the ring. He turns back and nods to the limousine driver, who begins to move in reverse out of the arena. The lights in the arena return to normal as the music continues to play with Daniel in the ring. He points to the ring announcer, who begins the introduction.]

Donald Donovan: "And, hailing from Seattle, Washington" he begins before pausing. "Daniel Foster!"

Daniel does a mock salute before waving off the crowd. He turns his attention to the ring post, the grin disappearing from his face.

Donald Donovan: And his opponent, fighting out of Ontario, Canada and weighing 125 pounds, the Dangerous Beauty, Lucia!

Jeff Dodson: The buzz backstage is that both parties requested this match Heff, evidence of some sort of falling out between the two?

Mike Heffron: Or sexual chemistry?

Jeff Dodson: Wha…but why would th…

Mike Heffron: Don’t ruin this for me Dodso…

Jeff Dodson: Moving on…

[In the ring the bell rings and the two lock up, usually the smaller man Foster enjoys the rare luxury of having the strength advantage to kick off and forces Lucia down to one knee, before the latter swivels and trips Foster, landing on his back Lucia goes in for some offence but Foster deftly rolls into the corner, out of immediate danger. The two again gingerly meet in the middle of the ring, with Foster ducking down and locking his arms around Lucia’s waist, looking for an early takedown. Lucia swings both her elbows trying to get out of the predicament but Foster manages to evade them, skilfully changing up into a standing side headlock. Lucia reacts quickly, running Foster into the ropes and then jumping over him as he bounces back. On his second return Lucia clotheslines Foster down and tries to follow up with a splash, only for Foster to once again roll out of the way, leaving both competitors on opposite corners of the ring, back where they started.]

Jeff Dodson: Interesting start here, neither Lucia or Foster able to gain a definitive edge as they both showcase their speed, guile and agility.

Mike Heffron: BOOBIES!

Jeff Dodson: Quite.

[Seemingly tiring of the back and forth Foster tries to take the match by the scruff of the neck, missing with a clothesline, but blocking a chop from Lucia and unloading a series of kicks to either side of his opponent, finishing with a kick to the gut into a snap suplex for a short two count. Foster looks for a second kick to the gut but Lucia reads it this time, catching the leg and then quickly ducking the ensuing enziguri, leaving Foster to connect only the unforgiving canvas below. Lucia doesn’t give Foster any time to take in the pain of the impact, stomping away at her fallen foe with intense aggression. Picking him up only briefly to send him straight back down a twist of fate neckbreaker that also brings a two count.]

Jeff Dodson: Lucia fighting back after Foster took the advantage, this is a really intriguing contest we have here!

Mike Heffron: Would you look at those big, beautiful…

Jeff Dodson: EYES! Errm big beautiful eyes ladies and gents.

[Lucia looks for her chick kick but Foster shows his defensive skill by evading it with an improbably lunge, twisting his body where it shouldn’t go. Within a flash he’s back on the offensive, a brutal axe kick that sends Lucia down is quickly followed up by some mounted punches, each sent with more venom than the last. Foster finally relents and stops the punches, dragging Lucia toward the corner as he climbs to the top rope.]

Jeff Dodson: Looks like Foster’s going flying…

[Foster prepares himself for a moment then lunges off into an attempted top rope guillotine leg drop. Lucia looks set to be guillotined until the last second when she suddenly springs to life, rolling out the way of Foster who lands in an extremely uncomfortable position, as the expression etched across his face illustrates. Lucia wipes the look straight off his face with a revised chick kick for his seated position, followed by a pin.]

1…2..

Kick out!

Jeff Dodson: This one continues in it’s see saw motion with neither competitor yet carving out a sustained period of offense for themselves. Can Lucia now take advantage of her current position?

Mike Heffron: I’d like to take advantage of…

Jeff Dodson: Shush Mike, just look at the pretty lady.

[Lucia lands a crushing Widow’s Peak for another long two count before making her signal to the crowd that Foster’s time is nearly up, a few people in attendance will swear that Mike Heffron stood up and cheered at this point, but that’s open to debate. Nevertheless Lucia picks Foster up and lands a boot to the midsection, then flies against the ropes, dives over Foster and clutches a hold of her opponent, trying to bring him over too to complete her Sunset Flip variation she coins the Beautifier. Foster looks all set to give way but somehow holds on, wobbling like a branch in the wind as Lucia desperately pulls on his legs to try and bring him down. It’s all to no avail though as Foster rights himself and scrapes a boot across Lucia’s face in disdain, leaving her clutching at the stinging pain]

Mike Heffron: What did he just do?!? She better not be scarred, otherwise I swear Foster’s going down! Down town!

Jeff Dodson: – Sigh- Of course Mike, of course.

[Foster takes advantage of Lucia’s squirming to lift her unchallenged to one knee, from there he bounces off the ropes jumps off Lucia’s leg, propelling his left leg behind Lucia head. Quickly grabbing her arm he tucks it beneath his arm and body and hooks his left foot into the back of her knee, instantly causing her to shriek out in obvious paon.]

Jeff Dodson: Foster has The Close Out applied, this move is just devastating!

Mke Heffron: Tap out Lucia, save yourself!

Jeff Dodson: Lucia is bravely trying to find the bottom rope but she’s fighting a losing battle, she’s right in the centre of the ring, surely she has to tap….there it is! Foster’s brutal finishing hold wins him this tightly contested match!

Mike Heffron: If I wasn’t the bigger man I’d go in there and teach him a lesson!

Jeff Dodson: The only thing you’re better at than Foster is eating, Mike.

Donald Donovan: Here is your winner, Daniel Foster![/b]


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Backstage
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King Nothing walks into the common area of the arena where snacks and drinks are laid out for everyone to share. He looks across the room and sees Damion Darkside standing by the sink, slowly sipping a water.

KN: Darkside. Thanks for making my job easier last week. You did make one mistake.

DD: I don’t make mistakes. What’s you’re beef?

KN: You made a huge mistake. You cost me the match, and you didn’t cripple me.

King Nothing grabs a water of his own and walks over to Damion, getting into his personal space.

DD: You don’t intimidate me. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not one of these new fish walking the halls. If you’re bothered by not being laid up for a couple months, stay in my face, and I’ll make that happen.

KN: You better pack a lunch if you want to try that, because for you… it’ll be an all day job.

The two stand face to face staring each other down for a moment, when a random employee walks into the room. King Nothing slowly backs up, sipping his water.

KN: *snickering* You have a good match tonight, now.

Damion sips his water as well, still standing in his spot.

DD: Yeah, Good luck in yours, too. Don’t go getting yourself crippled.

With the high sarcasm in the air, King Nothing turns to leave, walking past the confused worker.

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Ringside
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Evolution Title Match – Elimination Rules
Johnny Demain v King Nothing v Sean Williams

Jeff Dodson Here we go folks, we’re about to see our first ever Evolution Champion crowned. Whoever wins this one creates a unique bit of history in the UCW folklore.

Mike Heffron And let’s not forget Dodso, the winner also gets to name the belt and future stipulations under which the title is defended, quite a prize.

Jeff Dodson Indeed it is Heff. Johnny Demain is already in the ring and ready to go as we pass you over to Double D, Donald Donovan.

Donald Donovan Introducing first, hailing from London, England and weighing 220 pounds, already in the ring he is Johnny Demain! And his first opponent, fighting out of Pittsburgh and weighing 280 pounds, The Ultimate Opportunist, King Nothing!

[Metallica's King Nothing blares over the speakers and the arena begins to fill with a red, misty fog. The mist creeps from under every seat in the arena, and becomes nearly opaque. The fans recognize the entrance and hit their feet with anticipation of the man who is stepping out from behind the curtain.]

[King Nothing walks out onto the stage. He stops in the middle,scans the audience and watches the smoke disappear. He cracks his neck from side to side and walks toward the ring with an intent look on his face.]

[He passes the barrier and slides under the rope and into the ring, then springs to his feet. Dark red flames shoot out of the ring posts as his feet hit the mat. He raises his hands in the air and gives a sinister smile to signal he's ready to go to war.]

Donald Donovan And finally, all the way from Kilkenny, Ireland and weighing 285 pounds, ‘The Assassin’ Sean Williams!

[I][The arena lighting dims and a the arena flashes red as "96 Quite Bitter Beings" by CKY blares through the PA system. At first the fans are in a state of confusion at to who it could be, the words 'MURDER', 'SINS', 'BRUTAL', flash on the 'tron before a large man walks through the black curtain.]

[The male figure stands at around 6'5 and seems very well built with a ginger goatee and ginger hair. He seems very intimidating and the fans go into silence as he raises his arms at the top of the ramp.]

[Proceeding towards the ring he begins to grin to himself devilishly. He draws his hands to his face, rubbing his goatee and cracking his neck. The man, known as Sean Williams, rolls into the ring and begins running the ropes warming up for his match.]

The referee calls for the bell as the three men size each other up, Demain hangs back a little while the two bigger men take the blood and thunder route, going right for each other. Williams shows a slightly quicker turn of speed and manages to clothesline King Nothing down, then quickly turning his attention to Demain, catching him off guard with an elbow right to the chin, staggering the smallest man in the match. Williams stomps away at Nothing as Demain ruefully holds his face in the corner, checking for any blood that may have bought to the surface. As Williams clubs away at the back of KN, Demain tries to catch him unawares and charges the big Irishman, who fortunately for him unwittingly sidestepped at the appropriate moment and left Demain to catch King Nothing with a thunderous Axe Kick. Demain looks on agog for a few seconds, only just managing to duck underneath a big Williams clothesline, then takes the big man down to one knee with a low dropkick to the back of the calf. Demain takes the opportunity to pepper Williams with kicks before easing The Assassin onto his feet and trying for a suplex. Williams manages to shift his bodyweight effectively to stop the move on two occasions, then on the third and final attempt brings his knee up out of sight of the referee to land a crushing low blow.

Jeff Dodson: Ouch! Come on ref, that’s foul play from Williams.

Mike Heffron: Johnny Demain will not be fathering any offspring tonight.

[Williams wears a satisfied smile as Demain squirms in that special kind of agony only a low blow can bring. His satisfaction is short lived though as King Nothing starts reigning blows down on the back of his head and neck from behind. KN quickly applies a blatant chokehold, which he’s forced to release when referee Troy Rudeseal reaches a 4 count. Williams stumbles out of the hold, before turning to face Nothing and instantly being met flush in the face with a picture perfect superkick, sending him crumpling to the mat. Nothing falls down on top for the pin attempt…]

1…2

Kick Out

[Nothing sets about inflicting further damage with some stomps to Williams’ body but finds himself interrupted as he interrupted Williams earlier, this time Johnny Demain the culprit, sweeping Nothing’s legs right from underneath him, immediately applying a chinlock. After a few moments Nothing manages to drag himself to the ropes, forcing Demain to release the hold. However Demain doesn’t let up on the offense, scoring some stiff kicks to either side of Nothing before whipping him hard into the corner. He looks to follow up with a splash but King Nothing is very alive to the possibility and steps forward, meeting Demain early and back body dropping him all the way to the outside!]

Jeff Dodson: Johnny Demain went for a long ride! He might be broken in half down there.

Mike Heffron: It’s what King Nothing’s best at Dodso, inflicting pain onto others.

[King Nothing takes a small break in the corner until he sees Williams begin to rise, not wanting to let the Irish monster get any sort of foothold in the match King Nothing meets him halfway to his feet and lands a running elbow to unbalance the slightly bigger man. King Nothing then smashes Williams with a brutal headbutt, almost sending him to the canvas. With Williams stumbling around the ring like the stereotypical Irish drunk King Nothing stalks him and slaps his hand around Williams’ neck looking for a chokeslam. Staring danger in the face seems to wake Williams from his punch-drunk stupor, The Assassin fighting his way out with a series of powerful European Uppercuts, before slapping his own chokehold on, nodding his head to boos from the packed out arena.]

Jeff Dodson: This looks bad for King Nothing! Williams is setting up his Thrill of a Kill!

Mike Heffron: King Nothing is fighting back! Meeting of Minds! KN just headbutted a hole right through Williams head, and his way out of the Thrill of a Kill!

[Following King Nothings repeated headbutts Williams is working on autopilot, appearing to not quite know where he is. Being dropped on his head probably doesn’t help matters but that’s exactly what he gets as he walks straight into King Nothing’s variation on a Jumping Piledriver, The Crown. Troy Rudeseal gets down and begins the count…]

1…2…3!

First Elimination – Sean Williams pinned by King Nothing following The Crown.

Jeff Dodson: King Nothing does it! He eliminated arguably the biggest threat in this match in Sean Williams, and now it really is an open match!

Mike Heffron: You say that Dodso, but Johnny Demain hasn’t moved much since he got that bump to the outside, I think he may have done some serious damage.

Jeff Dodson: Well it’s only going to get worse Heff, here comes King Nothing!

[King Nothing goes to meet Demain on the outside, trying to turn him over, but in a flash Demain springs to life and like a lightening bolt throws a punch at King Nothing that immediately splits his head open. Demain smiles and rolls King Nothing back in the ring as Jeff Dodson nearly has a fit at ringside…

Mike Heffron: What a punch by Demain! He put so much power in it to bust KN open!

Jeff Dodson: Not according to the replay Heff, Demain had brass knucks on! He pulled the wool over everybodies eyes!

[Demain follows Nothing into the ring and immediately hooks a leg…]

Mike Heffron: One…two…

Jeff Dodson: No, not this way!

Mike Heffron: Thr…No! Kickout!

[Johnny Demain holds his head in disbelief as he remonstrates with referee Rudeseal, claiming a slow count. Quickly realising arguing will get him nowhere and only give KN time to recover Demain sets about deconstructing his opponent, hitting him with various kicks and gaining another close two count following a vicious Tornado DDT. Demain, now even more obviously frustrated, makes the signal that he’s ready to finish King Nothing altogether and begins to circle the fallen King, ready to begin his ultimate act of regicide. After a few seconds of posing Demain launches into action, locking in his patented single leg Boston crab, otherwise known as Life On Broadway.]

Jeff Dodson: Life On Broadway is locked on! King Nothing is fighting it but he’s in big trouble here.

Mike Heffron: He’s on the precipice Dodso, staring into oblivion right now! Look at Demain’s face! He’s trying to snap King Nothing’s leg here!

Jeff Dodson: King Nothing edges agonisingly closer to the ropes, he has to get their soon Heff or the pains going to get too much!

Mike Heffron: He reaches, just short! And again, last chance surely…he’s there! King Nothing survives Life on Broadway, not many can lay claim to that!

Jeff Dodson: The bad news for King Nothing is Johnny Demain just looks even more pissed off…

[Demain once again stalks King Nothing, urging him to his feet so Demain can inflict more damage, this time surely the killer blow. Demain lunges for Nothing, locking him in position for a German suplex, King Nothing gamely tries to fight his way out, landing some wayward and wild elbows out of instinct, forcing Demain to release the hold. Johnny isn’t put off for long though and charges King Nothing, who at the last second manages to raise a boot to Demain’s gut, doubling him over. Somewhere behind the crimson mask of blood his brain kicks into gear and King Nothing pulls Demain toward him, and with his last ounce of drained strength reserves lifts Johnny Demain above his head and plants him on the canvas with a brutal Spike Powerbomb otherwise known as The Throne. Nothing almost falls forwards and drapes a stray arm over his prey…]

Mike Heffron:One…two…three! King Nothing wins! Just don’t ask me how the hell he did it.

Jeff Dodson A truly impressive example of digging deep within yourself Heff, but how in the name of all that is holy did Johnny Demain not win this thing? I have a feeling this might not be over between these two men after what we’ve just seen.

Winner and FIRST Evolution Champion – King Nothing @ 22:36 via pin.

[Joey Johnson]

World Heavyweight Title – 60 Minute Iron Man Match
Anthoni Young v Damion Darkside v Ronnie Ruthless

Donald Donovan: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is your main event, GoldRush tournament final and for the UCW World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, from Great Lakes, Illinois and weighing 270 pounds, ‘The Epitome of Intensity, Anthoni Young!

[Blue smoke floods the entrance area as "Just Close Your Eyes" begins to play. A silhouette is seen just standing in the smoke, head lowered, but as the smoke clears, he raises his head and storms down towards the ring, and rolls in. He bounces off the ropes a couple of times as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.]

Donald Donovan: Introducing second, from Death Valley and weighing 256 pounds, The UltraViolent Damion Darkside!

I'm not wishing anymore.
I'm not writing songs for you.
I sleep better in the dark.
I'm not doing this for you.

[The guitars and drums kick in as Damion then comes out from behind the curtain, hyping the crowd]

This is because of you I don't believe.
Tongue-tied an institute of my relief.
You're my, my reason to shame.
(My reason to shame)

[Damion walks down the ramp, mocking fans and singing to his song before climbing the steps to the ring, stopping at the last one to look at the crowd and taunt, before he enters the ring and the music dies down.]

Donald Donovan: And the final competitor, from Elmira, New York and weighing 260 pounds, he is ‘A Cut Above’, Ronnie Ruthless!

Jeff Dodson: It’s the moment we’ve been waiting for folks! The final of GoldRush and the crowning moment for one of these three who will become the new World Heavyweight Champion.

Mike Heffron: You say one of these three, but I think we all know Damion Darkside is walking out with the strap.

Jeff Dodson: With your record of picking these things that is not a good omen for Darkside.

Mike Heffron: I’ll have you know my record is immaculate.

Jeff Dodson: Yeah right, about as immaculate as Heather Locklear’s driving licence.
60:00 – 50:00
Head referee Greg Gilman lifts the World Title above his head, the gaze of all three men locked on their target as the bell rings the get us under way. Atop the titantron a clock begins ticking down from 60:00 and the trio go into war. Ronnie Ruthless in particular looks psyched up and ready to go, double clotheslining both his foes and then keeping them down with a combination of drop kicks, punches, uppercuts, orthadox kicks and basically throwing limbs in each and every direction they can be thrown. Though the other two men in the match keep getting up Ronnie is on fire and demonstrates it by slapping back to back snap suplexes on the duo, ending his flurry of offense by dumping Anthoni Young over the top rope to the floor below. He then stalks Damion Darkside and waffles him with a sharp DDT which gets a 2 count from Greg Gilman. The adrenaline pumping Ronnie then gets up and lands a kick to the gut of Darkside, following up with a pedigree that shakes the ring. Gilman counts a 1…a 2 and then a mere millisecond before Gilman’s hand came down for the three Antoni Young stops the count by dragging Darkside out of the ring. Young immediately slides in himself and he and Ronnie meet head on exchanging vicious closed fist punches that Gilman doesn’t risk stopping, for his own safety. Eventually Anthoni’s superior height and weight advantage begin to show and the extra power he generates in his punches slow Ronnie down sufficiently for Young to start peppering Ronnie’s face, finally taking Ruthless down with a standing side kick. Anthoni then starts picking Ronnie off, landing a snap suplex of his own and topping it off with a release overhead German suplex, leaving Ronnie in a precarious position. As he struggles to his feet Young dips down low, ready to pounce, only to fall victim to a predator himself, Damion Darkside sneaking into the ring and dropping Young with a Full Nelson slam into a backbreaker. Darkside then shows his cerebral side by turning immediately to the dazed Ruthless and whipping him off the ropes, catching him mid run with a black hole slam into a backbreaker, otherwise known as Damion’s Unholy Confession. Darkside is into a pin straight away and Gilman duly obliges…]

1…2…3!

First fall with the clock @ 51: 09
Damion Darkside 1 | Anthoni Young | Ronnie Ruthless 0

Jeff Dodson: What a breathless opening! I thought Ronnie was going to score for sure, then Anthoni looked good for the lead, and after all that Darkside goes 1-0 up.

Mike Heffron: Told ya Dodso, Darkside’s my boy!

50:00 – 40:00
[Damion spends the remainder of the opening ten minutes landing kicks on both the other fallen competitors, keeping them on the canvas, before focusing fully on Ronnie Ruthless. First dropping him with a DDT, Damion then heads upstairs, looking for a moonsault. He jumps off in perfect fashion and lands it gracefully, unfortunately for Darkside though his landing strip happened to be bumpy, with Ronnie managing to lift his knees at the very last second. With Ronnie slowly making his way to his feet and Damion rolling in agony, clutching his ribs, Anthoni Young had quietly made his way to his feet unnoticed. Ronnie climbed all the way and turned unknowingly straight into Young who unceremoniously dropped his opponent with a snap belly to belly suplex. Young then charged Damion, who was on one knee and connected with a sickening punt to the temple that dropped Darkside like a stone plummeting to earth. Anthoni instantly dropped for the pin as Gilman counted…]

1…2…3

Second fall @ 45:28
Damion Darkside 1 | Anthoni Young 1 | Ronnie Ruthless 0

[Anthoni went for a second pin straight away but Ruthless managed to break it up at two, not allowing Anthoni to get back to his feet he clubbed away at his back with forearm smashes, temporarily incapacitating the big man. Young tried to take Ruthless’ leg from underneath him, but just got a stomp right on his face for the trouble of doing so. Ruthless picked Young up and drilled his head 5 successive times off the corner turnbuckle, Young stumbling out clearly unsteady on his feet. Ronnie span him round and set him up for the Ruthless aggression, which he landed as sweetly as he could have hoped.]

1…2…3!

Third fall @ 42:51
Damion Darkside 1 | Anthoni Young 1 | Ronnie Ruthless 1

[Ruthless picked Anthoni up and went to repeat the move immediately, getting him as far as the set up position before Antoni wriggled his way out, clotheslining Ronnie down to the mat to give everybody a few moments to shake the cobwebs out their heads.]

Jeff Dodson: We’re all tied up folks, the early pins have cancelled themselves out here!

Mike Heffron: Darkside’s just getting a rest, you’ll see him dominate soon enough.

Jeff Dodson: Nothing to do with taking a massive punt to the head then?

Mike Heffron: That’s just circumstantial Dodso, and you know it.

40:00 – 30:00

[Young chops away at the chest of Ruthless till it’s a glowing red, the crowd oohhing and ahhing with every reverberating blow. Anthoni whips Ronnie hard into the corner, his momentum causing RR to smash straight back out, where Anthoni is waiting to plant him with a double underhook facebuster. Young gets down for the cover and garners himself a 2 count before Ronnie gets the shoulder up. Anthoni continues his current dominance unloading right after left after uppercut at Ruthless, who only remains standing thanks to the support of the ropes at his back. Eventually Young decides he’s had enough punching practice and drops Ruthless with a snap powerbomb, which brings with it another long 2 count, Greg Gilman receiving a glare from Young for his troubles. Anthoni goes to pick Ruthless up but gets careless, Ronnie taking advantage by sweeping the leg and manoeuvring Anthoni into a small package…]

1…2…

Kick Out!

Jeff Dodson: Anthoni Young nearly got caught!

Mike Heffron: Ouch! Looks like he’s learned his lesson, he just nearly took Ronnie’s head off with that big boot!

[Young locks a rear naked choke on that Ronnie barely manages to battle out of. Clearly struggling now Ruthless nevertheless makes it gamely to his feet, Young shows no sign of letting up though, getting him in position for his Final Destiny 2008, executed ironically with Ruthless efficiency. Before Young can pin though he finds himself thrown over the top rope, a recovered Damion Darkside showing himself to be an opportunist as well as sadistic, chucking Young out the ring and then pinning Ronnie for himself!]

1…2…3!

Fourth fall @ 33:00
Damion Darkside 2 | Anthoni Young 1 | Ronnie Ruthless 1

30:00 – 20:00

Jeff Dodson: As we approach the halfway point things are looking good for the Ultraviolent Damion Darkside, he’s thrown Anthoni Young temporarily out of the mix and holds a 2-1-1 lead over his two opponents here, it’s his to lose right now!

Mike Heffron: I told you Dodso! Have my money ready you punk!

Jeff Dodson: Money? We never bet on anything!?!

Mike Heffron: Yeah right, don’t get squirming out now!

[Damion Darkside struts around the ring cocksure of himself as he’s now less than 30 minutes away from being the new UCW World Heavyweight Champion. He doesn’t dwell for too long though, setting about extending his lead by picking Ronnie Ruthless apart with a series of high impact moves, always struggling to get more than a two count as Ronnie shows immense heart to keep kicking out, time after time, threatening to wear out Greg Gilmans arm from counting so many successive long two’s. Darkside grows increasingly impatient as Ronnie’s kick outs get ever more improbably, to the point where he’s right in Gilman’s face after the most recent one. Plotting something destructive Damion perches Ronnie atop the turnbuckle and looks to set something up, however Ronnie suddenly gets a second wind from the pit of his stomach and fits off Damion, landing a series of stiff punches that send Darkside dizzy. Exchanging his position for Damion’s, Ronnie hits an impressive slingshot suplex from the top and instantly gets a pinning combination…]

1…2…3!

Fifth fall @ 24:48
Damion Darkside 2 | Anthoni Young 1 | Ronnie Ruthless 2

[Ruthless has no time to bask in the glory of his tying pinfall as the looming figure of Anthoni Young immediately is on top of him, clotheslining him down to the floor. Young goes straight for the kill and tries to lock in his Breaking The Habit, but Ruthless manages to kick his way out of the setup, sending Anthoni against the ropes. On his return bounce Young runs straight into a kick to the gut, followed by a pedigree!]

1…2…3!

Sixth fall @ 23:30
Damion Darkside 2 | Anthini Young 1 | Ronnie Ruthless 3

Jeff Dodson: Unbelievable! In the space of a minute Ronnie Ruthless has turned this match on it’s head and gone into the lead, that is quite incredible!

Mike Heffron: It’s all part of the show Damion’s putting on Dodso, you have to give the paying customer a little suspense.

[Ruthless lifts Young up and looks to plant him with a running powerslam, Anthoni however manages to slip out the back before he gets slammed and hits a reverse DDT, before finally locking in his Breaking The Habit. Ronnie squirms and struggles gamely but Anthoni has him right where he wants him in the centre of the ring, and the resulting tap out is inevitable.]

Seventh fall @ 22: 22
Damion Darkside 2 | Anthoni Young 2 | Ronnie Ruthless 3

Mike Heffron: This match is ever changing Dodso, Anthoni pulls himself right back into the mix.

Jeff Dodson: That’s true Heff, but Ronnie’s still out in front on his own for now.

20:00 – 10:00

[Anthoni wastes no time in picking up Ronnie, who’s still reeling from the Breaking The Habit and waffling him with some brutal European Uppercuts. Young then applies a Dragon Sleeper but Ronnie shows immense character by refusing to submit a 2nd time, eventually forcing Young to release the hold. Ronnie is however damaged a great deal by two consectutive long stints in draining submission moves and pays the price when he’s not quite quick or strong enough to avoid finding himself in the Final Destiny 2008, getting planted and covered for another 3 count.]

Eigth fall @ 17:28
Damion Darkside 2 | Anthoni Young 3 | Ronnie Ruthless 3

Jeff Dodson: Anthoni levels it up, and ‘your boy’ is the only man trailing behind on 2 right now Heff.

Mike Heffron: Call the match Dodso, stop being so unprofessional. Honestly, sometimes I wonder how I can work in these conditions.

[Young stands over Ruthless waiting to once again cause some damage but is taken by surprise when Damion Darkside springs back into action and plants him face first with a bulldog. Darkside shows the same aggression he did when dominating Ruthless earlier in the match, but this time shows some uncharacteristic finesse to go with it. Perhaps this is the difference as this time round he doesn’t have to struggle for so long to get his long sought after 3rd victory. After a couple of extremely close calls Damion sends Anthoni off the ropes and lands a thunderous Unholy Confession, seeming to plant Young with added authority, to illustrate the exclamation point on the end of his move. Damion hooks the leg as Gilman gets down to count…]

1…2…3!

Ninth fall @ 12: 52
Damion Darkside 3 | Anthoni Young 3 | Ronnie Ruthless 3

Jeff Dodson: We’re all square going into the last ten minutes! It’s anybodies ball game Heff!

Mike Heffron: You’re almost right Dodso, except once again you’ve underestimated my amazing prediction skills. I told you 50 minutes ago who was going to win, Double D, Damion Darkside.

[Almost as the words are out of Heffron’s mouth they’re followed by a big gulp as Darkside makes a calamitous error of judgement. Standing over Anthoni taking trash The Ultraviolent Icon fails to notice Ronnie Ruthless sneaking up behind him, Ruthless lives up to his name by rolling up Darkside in a schoolboy and grabbing just a hint of the tights to get a 3 count and take a dramatic lead inside the last stretch!]

Tenth fall @ 9:39
Damion Darkside 3 | Anthoni Young 3 | Ronnie Ruthless 4

Jeff Dodson: Ruthless leads! Worried much, Heff?

Mike Heffron: …

[Ruthless sets about defending his lead tenaciously, fighting off both men and on a couple of occasions breaking up last second pinfalls with a flying leap as Young and Darkside go hammer and tongs at him and each other in search of a tying pinfall. It seems only a matter of time before Ronnie relinquishes the outright lead and indeed this comes to pass inside the last 3 minutes of the match as Ronnie eats a double underhook facebuster right in the centre of the ring, the gradual build up of punishment and innumerable last ditch kickouts finally taking their toll as he had no answer this time around.]

Eleventh Fall @ 2:58
Damion Darkside 3 | Anthoni Young 4 | Ronnie Ruthless 4

[All three men are now throwing every last bit of blood, sweat and tears they have at each other to try and win or tie this match up. Darkside comes within a mere inch of getting a 3 count after a 3rd Unholy Confession of the night, until Greg Gilman notices Anthoni Young’s foot on the rope. Ronnie Ruthless then springs into action from behind, dumping Darkside with his Ruthless Aggression and seeming set to take it until Young pulled Gilmans leg and moved him away from his position, rendering him unable to count the final blow.]

Jeff Dodson: That is straight up cheating! How does he get away with that, Ruthless had this match won!

[Gilman gives Young a final warning, but is interrupted by a furious Ronnie Ruthless who charges toward Young, with under a minute left on the clock it’s sink or swim time for either man and as Ronnie begins to bring his knee up Young reacts, dropping to the floor and grabbing the top rope, lunging it down and causing Ronnie to fly over and all the way to the floor. Damion Darkside meanwhile is up and catches Young from behind, as the clock reads 40 seconds.]

Jeff Dodson: Damion has 40 seconds to tie this up. Can he do it?

[Darkside sends Young for his by now familiar ride off the ropes, hoping for one more Unholy Confession to send us into overtime. He gets 9/10ths of the way through the move, then at the last second as he is being driven towards Damion’s unforgiving knee, Young twists and turns in the air, showing incredible agility for a big man to reverse the move into a tornado DDT and plant Damion face first on the mat. With 20 seconds to go Young’s in a rush and locks in a slightly sloppy Breaking The Habit!]

Jeff Dodson: Young could win it here! But that’s not the best hold he’s ever slapped on, can Damion see it out and send Young and Ruthless to overtime.

Mike Heffron: Damion Darkside holds the key to this match now Dodso, Young and Ruthless’ fate are in his hands.

[Damion holds on gamely as the clock ticks down nearing it’s last 10 seconds…]

10…

[Ruthless starts to stir outside, getting to his feet slowly.]

9…

[Damion goes for the ropes but Young drags him back to the middle of the ring, sitting down to apply the full pressure of the move.]

8…

[Ruthless is on one knee, pulling himself up to witness a history changing last few seconds unfold in front of him, powerless to change the outcome himself.]

7…

[Young screams out in frustration, willing Damion’s hand down to the mat, but the Ultraviolent one is unflinching, not even looking in too much difficulty.]

6…

[Ruthless is full up and shakes the cobwebs out, he takes a moment to readjust his vision and then sees the potentially horrific sight in front of him]

5…

[Ronnie grabs hold of the side of the ring, paralysed by shock, he’s too late to effect the outcome himself and he knows it.]

4…

[Willing Darkside to hold out Ronnie locks eyes with his foe, trying to encourage him through the agonising last few seconds.]

3…

[Darkside meets Ronnie’s gaze and his expression suddenly changes, he smiles at Ronnie bizarrely.]

2…

[Darkside starts to shake his head and as the camera switches to Ruthless his face visibly falls, as he anticipates what’s about to happen.]

1…

[As the last second ticks by on the clock Damion Darkside looks almost pleased as he brings his hand down to make contact with the matt, perhaps pleased at crushing Ronnie Ruthless’ dream. Greg Gilman calls the fall and as 00:00 appears on the titantron Anthoni Young collapses in a heap, the new UCW World Heavyweight Champion, soon to be covered by the ticker tape that falls from the cieling and enveloped in a mix of booing and restrained clapping of grudging respect. ]

Twelfth and deciding fall @ 00:01
Winner with 5 falls and new UCW World Heavyweight Champion, Anthoni Young.