Ladder Match
Starring: Bobino, John Covel

SA: It is time now for our number one contender’s ladder match.

HJ: John Covel and Bobino are set to battle for a shot to meet Tigera later tonight.

SKYE: The following contest is a ladder match to determine a number one contender for the CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S championship. Introducing first…

Suddenly the fans are deafened by a screaming question:

ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS READY?!?! This Is The New Shit!!

The lights in the arena die as Marilyn Manson's "This Is the New Shit" blasts over the speakers and a spotlight cuts the darkness. A single form steps into the light, as his long trench coat casts a shadow across the stage. "The New Shit" Bobino cracks that sadistic grin as he makes his way down to the ring, being trailed by the spotlight as the house lights slowly dim on.

SKYE: Weighing in at two hundred thirty-four pounds, from Boston, Massachusetts, BOBIIIIIINOOOOOO

As he steps onto the second turnbuckle, he stops to take in the jeers and hatred of the crowd, laughing to himself as he prepares for war. "This Is the New Shit" fades, leaving the arena silent for only a second.

"Move" by Thousand Foot Crutch hits the speakers and the crowd leaps to its feet. The cheers are deafening as the beats of the music continue to hit. A few moments pass with the crowd looking to the entrance way for John Covel to emerge.

The crowd explodes with cheers as Covel bursts through the curtain and onto the stage. He pauses for a second to slap his chest and raise his right hand into the air.

SKYE: And his opponent, weighing in at two hundred forty pounds, from Mazon, Illinois, he is the American Pastime, "The Insane Extremist" John COOOOOVEELLLLL

John begins his trek to the ring and quickly reaches the ring. He hops to a knee on the apron and then pushes himself up, stepping through the middle and top ropes. As he steps in, he looks up to the brown envelope hanging twenty feet above the ring and then glances at Bobino. Bobino slowly raises his stare to the envelope and then drops it back to John.

SA: Get ready for an intense one, folks. Covel wants his title back, and Bobino wants to prove he’s the same as he was in XCW.

DING

DING

DING

Both men charge towards each other and lock up in a standard collar and elbow tie up. Covel gains the advantage by dropping Bobino down with a side headlock. Covel applies pressure for a few seconds before breaking the hold and grabbing one of Bobino’s arms. He backs him into the ropes and sends Bobino across the ring with an Irish whip. Bobino rebounds and is caught with a back elbow from Covel that sends him crashing to his back. Covel hits the ropes and comes back, jumping over the downed Bobino. Bobino hops to his feet as John rebounds. Bobino sends Covel over with a hip toss, but Covel gets right up and comes back at Bobino. Covel ducks a clothesline from him and spins around, catching Bobino with a right hand. Covel nails two more rights before hitting the ropes and coming back, leaping onto Bobino’s shoulders. Covel tries to take him over with a hurrincanrana, but Bobino simply falls to his knees and drives Covel into the mat with a powerbomb. Covel rolls to his stomach and reaches for his back as Bobino stands and looks to the ladder on the outside of the ring. He begins to make his way to towards it, but as he reaches the ropes he spots Covel back on his feet and turns back around.

SA: Bobino looked like he wanted to bring the ladder into play, but Covel is back to his feet.

HJ: I would have just gotten the ladder; he could have used it to beat up Covel.

The two men meet close to the center of the ring with Bobino raising a right forearm into Covel’s face. This knocks John off balance for a second, allowing Bobino to hit the ropes and come back, leveling Covel with a clothesline. Covel gets to his feet and stumbles forwards, getting dropped face first with a drop toe hold. Covel grabs his face as Bobino gets to his feet and quickly slides from the ring. He grabs the ladder and turns back towards the ring, but it hits the guardrail and falls from his right hand. He reaches back down and picks the ladder up again and turns, this time making it all the way around. Just as he faces the ring, Bobino’s face goes blank as he spots Covel charging forward. John leaps and connects with the ladder, drop kicking it back into Bobino’s face. The fans cheer as Bobino stumbles backward, still hanging on to the ladder. Covel slides underneath the bottom rope and turns towards his opponent, only to get met with a face full of ladder. Covel falls to the mat covering the concrete as Bobino slides the ladder into the ring and then turns back to Covel, who is just getting to a knee. He grabs Covel’s head and lifts him the rest of the way up, grabbing his arm and whipping him towards the steel guardrail. Covel slams back first into the object that scoots backwards upon impact. Covel slouches to an almost sitting position on the floor as Bobino slowly closes the distance between them. He raises Moore to his feet and lands a right hand to the side of the head, followed by another. He grabs hold of Covel’s skull and walks him forward, trying to slam it into the steel ring post, but John is able to get his hands up and block the shot.

SA: Bobino was trying to knock some sense out of Covel, but John was able to get his hands up.

HJ: Nice counter there!

Covel has ducked a right hand from Bobino and begun chopping his chest violently. Bobino turns to avoid more chops after three or four of them, allowing Covel to grab his head and roll him back into the ring. Covel is somewhat quick to follow, but not quite quick enough. Bobino gets to his feet and meets Covel with stomps to the back of the head as he struggles to get to his feet. After a few seconds of rapid-fire stomping, Bobino backs away and turns, raising his arms to the crowd, bringing some boos. This is just enough time for Covel to pull himself to a vertical base and shake the cobwebs from his head. He takes a breath and begins charging the unsuspecting Bobino. At the last second, Bobino turns and catches Covel, slamming him to the mat with a lightning quick and powerful power slam. Covel clenches his lower back in pain as Bobino smiles and stands, making his way to the ladder. He picks it up from the mat and unfolds it, setting it underneath the envelope. He hops to the first rung and begins bounding up them like nothing. A little uneasy with the stability of the ladder, he stops a few rungs from the top and reaches upward, trying to grab the envelope. As he strains to grasp it, John Covel gets to his feet and walks over to the ladder, looking up. He takes a few steps up the ladder and turns around, reaching up and grabbing onto Bobino’s waist. Bobino tries to grab the ladder, but Covel tugs forward before he can and falls forward, power bombing his opponent to the mat. The impact sends the ladder tipping over and bouncing on the top rope. Covel releases his grip and rolls over, climbing to his feet. He slowly walks over to the ladder and sets it upright. He grabs one of the rungs and begins climbing up. As he reaches rung number five, a slight tug comes on his pants. He looks down and spots Bobino on the third rung. Bobino reaches up and grasps Covel’s arm, taking one more step up. He underhooks both of John’s arms in a full nelson before leaping backwards and dropping Covel to the mat with a full nelson butt bomb. Covel falls forward, reaching for his bum as Bobino leans backwards and does the same.

SA: Both men have taken spills off the ladder here!

HJ: Both men know that the more energy they expend here, the less they’ll have for the title match later tonight if they get there! They both want to finish this match as fast as possible.

Bobino has pushed himself to a knee and is using the ropes to hoist himself the rest of the way up as Covel does the same on the opposite side of the ring. Bobino is up first, moving towards John. But as he gets there, Covel raises and elbow to his midsection, doubling him over. Covel pushes himself the rest of the way up and hooks his opponent’s arm and head, lifting him up into a suplex position. He walks forward a few steps, away from the ropes, allowing Bobino to swing his legs and fall back to the ground. He attempts to lift Covel up for a suplex, but Covel gets his foot in between Bobino’s, blocking it. In one fast swoop, Covel lifts him up, dropping Bobino behind him and falling to his butt as his opponent falls to his knees, nailing an ace crusher. The crowd buzzes at the move as Bobino falls to the mat on his back and Covel gets to his feet, looking at the ladder. He hops quickly up the first couple of rungs, but slows as he gets towards the top. He successfully places both feet on the third to last rung and reaches up, touching the envelope. Before he can take hold of it, he glances down and spots Bobino, still laid out on the mat. He cautiously turns and steadies himself, leaping and dropping a leg across the throat of his opponent.

SA: Huge leg drop from the ladder by Covel! But one has to question that move, he could have grabbed the envelope.

HJ: All about the punishment inflicted.

Covel grabs his leg in pain from the impact as he rolls to the ropes and pulls himself up. He walks to the ladder and folds it up, grasping it with both hands. He waits as Bobino stands with his back turned and begins stumbling backwards. Just as he turns, Covel spins around with the ladder draped over his head. Bobino ducks the first pass, as well as the second as Covel stops and looks for his opponent. Before spotting him, Covel begins spinning in the opposite direction.

The ladder connects with the back of Bobino’s skull sending him back to the mat. Covel stops spinning and begins stumbling around the ring, a little dizzy. He gathers himself and sets the ladder down. He looks at the downed Bobino and then to the ladder. He takes another grasp on the metal ladder and drags it over, setting it on top of Bobino. Covel then exits the ring nearby and grabs the top rope, leaning back. He pulls himself forward and leaps, landing on the ladder and driving it into Bobino’s chest with a senton splash. Covel holds his back as he gets to his feet and moves the ladder from on top of Bobino. Covel smiles and reaches down, hoisting Bobino to his feet and raising a knee into his stomach. Covel underhooks both of his arms and lifts him into the air, spinning around and dropping him to the mat with a sit out facebuster. Covel rolls Bobino over to his back and climbs to his feet. He takes a deep breath and then retrieves the ladder, setting it up under the envelope. He begins to climb up the ladder, slower than last time. Twenty seconds or so pass and Covel reaches the second from the last rung, but before he can reach up and grab the envelope, Bobino reaches up and tugs on his pants. Covel loses his balance and drops from the ladder, landing on his feet and blocking a right hand from Bobino. He kicks his opponent in the gut and underhooks both arms and dropping him to the mat with a double arm DDT. Covel shoves Bobino to the side again and gets to his feet, looking to get up the ladder again. He scales it, rung by rung, slowly until he gets to the third rung from the top and begins to straighten up. As he raises his left hand, searching the air for the hanging envelope, he gets tugged on again. Bobino is back up. He climbs to just one rung below Covel and ducks under his arm, looking for the belly to back suplex. As he lifts Covel over, John flips over Bobino’s head and lands on his feet. Bobino is able to catch himself by grabbing the ladder. He turns to take a right hand to the stomach from Covel. He doubles over as Covel takes a few steps up the ladder and hooks his head and grabbing his tights. He lifts Bobino into the air and falls backwards onto his rear, driving Bobino to the mat in between his legs.

SA: John Covel is in control here! That was a nasty modified DDT!

HJ: He’s just dominating!

Covel rolls Bobino out of the way again and heads back to the ladder. It has fallen from the impact of the five hundred pounds of men falling to the mat. Covel leans it back to a standing position and begins slowly climbing again. He reaches the third to the top rung and looks down, spotting Bobino climbing to his feet.

SA: Bobino just won’t quit!

HJ: He wants a shot at the CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Championship!

Covel shakes his head and drops back to the mat, moving in on his opponent. He lifts him up the rest of the way and kicks him in the gut, doubling him over again. He shoves him underneath his legs and then underhooks his arms before lifting him into the air, grasping his legs as well. The crowd cheers as Covel turns around, shouting to them. Finally he hops into the air and drops, driving Bobino to the mat with a packaged piledriver.

Bobino collapses in a heap as John shoves him away and gets to his feet. Instead of heading for the ladder, he hops to the outside and throws both hands to his sides, motioning that he’s going to end Bobino for good. Covel lifts up the ring skirt and comes back out seconds later, dragging a table from under the ring. The crowd EXPLODES at the site of the hardware. Covel lifts it up and slides it into the ring, sliding in himself shortly after. Covel gets to his feet and approaches the ladder, folding it up and walking it over to the corner. He sets an end on each of the two middle ropes that feed into the turnbuckle, blocking the corner. He turns and walks back over to Bobino and reaches in, but receives a rake to the eyes. Bobino gets to his feet and kicks Covel in the gut, doubling him over and shoving him under his legs. Bobino lifts Covel up and runs forward, power bombing him onto the ladder.

CLATHUUUD

SA: Bobino just power bombed John Covel onto that ladder spanning the corner!

HJ: Did you here the sound it made when he hit?

Covel doesn’t fall off; he actually ends up settling into a lying position on the ladder, clutching his head. Bobino steps through the ropes and to the apron, slowly making his way up the turnbuckle. He gets to the top and steadies himself. After a split second, he leaps into the air, at least four or five feet above the turnbuckle and comes down, stomping Covel’s chest.

Bobino collapses and falls forward to the mat as Covel clenches his chest and falls from the ladder. Seconds later, one of the ends of the ladder loses its positioning on the rope and falls, smacking Covel in the face. He rolls around on the ground as Bobino collects himself and stands. He walks over and hoists Covel to a stance and hooks his arm and body. He loads himself and falls backwards, lifting Covel up and over with a T-Bone suplex. Bobino is back to his feet as quick as he can and moves right back in on John. He lays a few stomps to his back before bringing him back to his feet. He grabs Covel’s arm and backs him into the ropes, whipping him across the ring. John rebounds and comes back, begin taken into the air, around and slammed hard to the mat with a spinebuster. Covel arches his back in pain as Bobino gets to his feet and spots the table. He smiles evilly and approaches it. He extends the legs and flips it upright, setting it near the center of the ring.

SA: Bobino set up that table that Covel brought into the ring.

HJ: This could backfire on Covel!

Bobino retrieves the ladder and carries it over to Covel, who’s attempting to stand. He runs forward and connects with his chest, sending him back into the corner. Bobino spreads the ladder open and heads back to Covel. He lifts him to a sitting position on the top rope and then follows up, getting to the second rope. He lifts John to a standing position on the top rope and then steps up himself. Bobino quickly bear hugs Covel and leaps, sending Covel flying overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Covel lands just a foot or too shy of the table, hard on his back. Bobino is a little slow to get up, but still beats Covel to his feet. He raises a forearm into John’s face before hitting the ropes. He comes back, only to be met with a devastating desperation superkick from Covel that puts both men on the mat.

SA: Covel almost decapitated Bobino with that superkick!

HJ: It came out of nowhere!

Both men lie on the mat for about fifteen seconds before any movement is seen. Both men slowly begin to crawl towards the ladder that is set up parallel with the table. Covel begins climbing up one side of the ladder and Bobino starts up the other. They move almost in unison, both climbing rung by rung. Bobino takes a small advantage as they get a few steps from the top. He stands a full step above Covel and reaches up for the envelope only to be met with a right hand to the kidney that causes him to take a step down. Covel grabs Bobino’s head and slams it down into the top of the ladder. Bobino breaks John’s grasp and grabs his opponents head, slamming it into the top of the ladder. Covel breaks Bobino’s hold and brings a right hand up to connect with the right temple of his head. Bobino answers back with a right of his own. The two continue to trade blows, finally having to take another step down as they lose their balance. They continue going blow for blow atop the fifteen foot ladder with the table sitting ominously below them.

SA: I don’t like this! Either man could go through that table at any second!

HJ: It’s really heating up now!

As Bobino goes for another right, Covel ducks underneath, lifting him onto his shoulders and dropping him off the ladder.

CRACK.

He flies through the table as Covel grasps the briefcase.

SKYE: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH AND GOING ON TO FACE TIGERA FOR THE CUSTOM CHAOS TITLE LATER TONIGHT IS.. ‘THE INSANE EXTREMIST’ JOHN COOOOVEL!

How It's Going Down.
Starring: Derek Silver, Josh Briggs

"Aww, yes. Come in."

The high snootily pretentious voice of Derek Silver echoed through his new office, decorated with no expense spared. He sat behind his desk playing with his hair as the door swung open, revealing a man in an officials shirt. He’s recognized as GCW Senior Official, Josh Briggs. He stands in front of the desk, nervously.

Josh Briggs: You wanted me to be here, sir?

Derek Silver: I didn’t want anything, Mr. CALDERA wanted you to be here. He informed me that You’d be officiating the main event tonight. To ensure none of the trash backstage attempts to help Lundgard out.

Josh Briggs: Yessir.

Derek Silver: Fantastic. Run along now, I suspect you’ll need to be familiar with the match rules.

Josh turns to leave..

Derek Silver: Just remember, don’t be too lenient. We have a reputation to uphold with the network.

He nods and leaves the office.

Pep Talk
Starring: John Covel, Tigera

An intense wrapping on the locker room door caused John Covel’s head to shoot up. He stands, and walks to the door pulling it open to reveal..

.. Tigera.

Tigera: So we meet again, John?

The Custom CHAOS title is displayed prominently over her shoulder, a smirk on her face.

John Covel: Seems to be.

Tigera: That’s good, because.. I could use another easy defense.

John Covel: Is there any reason you’re here?

Tigera: Just to remind you of your record towards me. What is this, the third shot you’re getting at MY title? How many times must you beat a man before he learns he’s inferior in every which way? Will the 4th time be a charm, John?

The faux smile on Covel’s face melts away as he stares into the Custom CHAOS title, a title he used to call his own before losing it at 2.7.

John Covel: Just sit back and get ready for the show, bitch. By the time KillZone goes off the air that title, WILL again be mine.

He attempts to slam the door, but Tigera blocks it and pushes it open.

Tigera: I’ll see you in the ring.

Newbie Battle Royale
Winner recieves a LW title match
Starring: Xantippe, Luscious, Cassian Jaymes

The match starts as the much larger Xantippe takes down both Cassian and Luscious with a double clothesline. Xantippe focuses his attack on the Luscious, by putting the boots to his midsection in the corner of the ring. This allows the former child actor a chance to catch his breath. The fans explode as they see Mary Jackson and the Preacher head towards the ring.

SA: What the hell is the Preacher doing here?

HJ: Who knows? After all, with Caldera buying us out, you knew that something was going to happen in the chaos that is Killzone.

The Preacher looks at the action that’s happening in the ring, namely Xantippe making Luscious into a grease spot in the corner as Jaymes rests for a second. Jaymes charges in and goes to give Xantippe an avalanche in the corner, but the lack of weight in the move allows the much bigger Xantippe to shrug it off and slam Cassian Jaymes into Luscious.

HJ: Preacher, what are you doing here tonight?

P: Taking in the sights and sounds of these new guys.

SA: What do you think of them so far?

P: It’s really sad when one guy is twice the size of his opponents combined.

Xantippe continues his mauling of Cassian Jaymes and Luscious in the corner. He brings them both to their feet and charges in with an avalanche, but Cassian Jaymes gets out of the way, allowing Luscious to take the full brunt of the impact.

P: Get a spatula, Luscious is done.

SA: Who do you think will win this one?

P: The guy that has his hand raised at the end. Hunter, how do you put up with this week after week?

HJ: Don’t know, man. I really don’t know.

Xantippe tosses Luscious over the top and to the floor and turns his attention towards Cassian Jaymes. Jaymes senses trouble and gets out of the ring. Xantippe follows to the outside and gives chase to the one time actor. As they round one of the corners, Luscious steps up and hits Xantippe full force in the head with a chair, bringing the near giant down to his knees. Jaymes and Luscious send Xantippe back into the ring. Luscious and Jaymes hit Xantippe with a double dropkick to keep him on the mat.

P: Well, we now know that it only takes a chair to disable Satan’s Insurance Adjuster.

SA: What are you talking about?

P: Don’t you ever watch those crappy promo tapes that get aired.

SA: No.

P: Then shut up and call the match.

Jaymes and Luscious bring Xantippe back to his feet. Big mistake as Xantippe grabs the two of them by the throat. Smart thinking from the two smaller wrestlers, as they connect with a pair of kicks to the nether regions of the big man. Jaymes and Luscious then take the big man down with a tandem suplex. Luscious goes for the pin, but Xantippe kicks out at one.

HJ: That was close.

SA: No it wasn’t.

P: Quiet, Ambrose. Yes it was. It was close to a two count.

Xantippe gets back to his feet and catches Luscious with a hard right to the jaw. The shot takes the luchadore hard to the mat. Xantippe grabs him by the throat and lifts him up. He raises Luscious high into the air and delivers a Chokeslam from Hell. He throws one hand onto Luscious’ chest but only gets a one count as Cassian Jaymes hits a kick to the side of the head. Jaymes kicks Xantippe in the side of the head again before hitting a basement dropkick. HJ: Cassian Jaymes with a dropkick to the side of Xantippe’s head.

P: That dropkick was a bigger hit than the TV show that Cassian was on when he was younger.

SA: You actually watched it?

P: Wanted to, but I think it only lasted a couple of episodes.

Cassian executes a leg drop on the prone Xantippe and goes for the cover. Xantippe easily kicks out at the two count. As Xantippe is getting up, Cassian again sets up for a basement dropkick. Xantippe sees this in time, and rolls out of the way at the last possible second, allowing Cassian Jaymes to hit mat without making contact. Both Xantippe and Jaymes get to their feet. Xantippe goes to grab Cassian by the throat, but the much smaller and faster Jaymes avoids it. Cassian starts to work on Xantippe’s knee by hitting another basement dropkick. A second dropkick brings Xantippe down to eye level with Cassian.

SA: Luscious is still down after that Chokeslam from Hell that he was hit with a few moments ago.

P: Ambrose, I would love to see you take that move. I’d love to see you get up. My old tag team partner would hit guys with that, and they wouldn’t get up for a week.

HJ: Sing on, Preacher.

P: Shove it, Hunter.

Cassian ascends the middle turnbuckle and waits for either Luscious or Xantippe to get to their feet. Xantippe predictably gets to his feet first, and catches Jaymes as he comes off the middle turnbuckle. Xantippe lifts Cassian high over his head for a Chokeslam from Hell, but is unable to pull the trigger as he has his knee dropkicked out from under him

by Luscious. Cassian lands on top and gets the pin, but Luscious is quick to break up the pinfall attempt. A pair of forearm shivers later finds Luscious sending Cassian across the ring with an irish whip. One Frankensteiner later finds Luscious the only wrestler standing in the ring.

SA: Luscious has pulled off an amazing Frankensteiner on Cassian Jaymes.

HJ: And only a few moments ago, he was seemingly killed by Xantippe.

P: Yeah, and then again, in a triple threat match, anyone can have time to recover. Look at Xantippe for example.

In fact, Xantippe was now standing right behind Luscious, grasping his knee. A headbutt later finds Xantippe standing over Luscious, who is now sprawled out on the mat. Xantippe picks Luscious up and holds him high over his head. He then slams him down with a move that is thought to be called Dante’s Press. Xantippe again has Luscious by the throat. It turns out to be a moot point as Cassian comes out of nowhere to hit his cutter that he calls Hollywood Fame.

SA: Xantippe just got taken out with Cassian Jaymes "Hollywood Fame".

P: You read the bio that they give you guys about us, but don’t watch the promo tapes.

SA: You know what, don’t tell me how to do my job.

P: Shove it.

HJ: Guys, you should probably pay attention to the match.

P: Blow me, Hunter.

As the Preacher and the commentary team trade insults amongst each other, Cassian Jaymes goes in for the pinfall attempt on Xantippe. He manages a two as Luscious pulls him off. Jaymes and Luscious now get eye to eye with each other. Cassian throws a right fist into the Luchadore’s face. Luscious answers with a forearm shot. The two of them trade blows for a few moments before Luscious connects with a knee to the midsection. Luscious hooks Cassian’s arms and lifts him for the La Terminar, but Jaymes finds a way to counter and come down to his feet. Unfortunately for him, this puts him in a rather precarious position, as Luscious turns the blocked La Terminar into a double underhook facebuster instead.

P: Great reversal of a reversal from Luscious.

SA: Now to see if he can capitalize on it.

HJ: He’s a professional wrestler, of course he can capitalize on it.

In fact, Luscious does capitalize on the facebuster by going for a pin, and nearly getting a three after being pulled off by Xantippe. The bigger man lifts Luscious up on his shoulder and takes him over to the corner, where he proceeds to drop Luscious face first with Snake Eyes. Xantippe then lifts Luscious up and drops him with a sidewalk slam. Xantippe decides that going to the top rope isn’t a bad idea and slowly climbs the turnbuckle.

HJ: HOLY SHIT! Is the turnbuckle going to be able to support a four hundred pound man?

P: If it doesn’t, I would be asking for a refund.

SA: This doesn’t look good.

HJ: INCOMING!

Xantippe comes off the top and lands a giant splash on the chest of Luscious. The ref comes over to make the count, and somehow Luscious manages to kick out. Xantippe argues the count with the referee. This gives Cassian Jaymes a chance to climb the top turnbuckle and come off as well. Once again, Cassian is caught by the bigger Xantippe, but the momentum was enough for Xantippe to fall back into the ref slightly, knocking the ref down. Xantippe responds by simply slamming Cassian down with a Chokeslam from Hell. Xantippe goes for the cover………………and nothing.

HJ: The ref is out.

P: We need tougher referees here in FUSE. A simple love tap, and they get knocked out.

Xantippe lifts the referee and shakes him like a rag doll trying to revive him. Failing to do so, Xantippe just throws the referee off to the side. Xantippe heads over to his fallen foes, Cassian Jaymes who seems to be out, and Luscious, who is clutching his ribs. Xantippe heads over to Luscious and lifts him by the throat. Luscious is close enough to the ropes to grab one of them. Xantippe starts to try and rip Luscious away from the rope, but finds himself caught with a leg scissor. Luscious starts to hammer away at the bigger man’s skull, trying to keep his bodyweight far enough forward to keep from being powerbombed. Luscious manages to slide over the top and try to bring Xantippe down with a sunset flip.

SA: This is like David versus Goliath……

HJ: Only David doesn’t have a slingshot, and Goliath thinks that he’s the evil incarnate.

P: Again, you read Satan’s Insurance Adjuster’s bio, but ignore his promo tape.

Xantippe goes to punch Luscious, but he moves his head out of the way, allowing Xantippe’s fist to collide with the mat. This allows Cassian to grab a chair and connect with a Barry Bonds-esque swing to Xantippe’s skull. Cassian also connects with Luscious’ head with the same chair.

SA: Preacher, have you ever taken a chairshot like that?

P: Many times. I’ve also come back from chairshots like that and beaten the person with the chair within an inch of his life also.

Cassian brings Luscious back to his feet and looks to the crowd. He signals for the end and goes for the Hollywood Fame. Luscious gets his wits about him and blocks the move, slamming Cassian down hard. Luscious brings Cassian back to his feet and locks his arms up again, this time bringing him up for La Terminar. This time, Cassian takes the maneuver. But Luscious isn’t given enough time to try and capitalize on the move as Xantippe is there and catches Luscious and drives him hard to the mat with the Chokeslam from Hell. Xantippe again makes the cover, as the referee gets to his feet to make the count, one….two….three, and giving Xantippe the victory in his debut.

SKYE: The winner of this match, Xantippe.

HJ: Great debut for these three guys.

P: Yeah, yeah, yeah. Let’s see how long they’ll stay.

A zennist appearence
Starring: AJ

We look upon a scene of great chaos backstage. Tables have been thrown around, chairs are broken and bottles are lying around everywhere in the locker room. It seems like 10 minutes ago there was a major party. The lights are out, replaced with a circle of candles, a monk meditates in the middle of the circle.

A man, a poor version of Elvis wearing a white jumpsuit comes into the frame in front of the monk, and nods for the camera to follow him with his finger to his lips. They go out of the room and into the corridor, silently closing the door behind them. The Elvis speaks in a Welsh accent

Elvis: Hello there boyos, I am Elvis Presley, and I am here to tell you about that man in there. His name is Andre Jenson and you will be seeing a lot of him so you will. He is meditating now, and you don’t really want to be disturbing him you don’t. I seen people on the wrong side of his bad moods before. Terrible they are. Anyway, he just been watchin that triple threat match, he went into a terrible mood and trashed the place. You don’t want to go in there just yet.

The door crashes open and out of it comes an impressive looking athlete wearing nothing but a plain grey robe tied with a sash rope. The hood is covering his face. Andre Jenson speaks to Elvis and Fuse for the first time

AJ: I should really introduce myself to the world, Elvis my good friend. Hi world I am Andre Jenson. You may refer to me as AJ if you so wish. I am here tonight to tell you all about my signing for FUSE wrestling. Many of you may not know, or care who I am. Many of you may not have seen me before, however all of you will know me and my good friend Elvis here in due course.

AJ puts his arm around Elvis’ shoulder and smiles slightly. Elvis looks pleased with himself, as if he won the lottery recently and found a win one cheque get one free offer.

Elvis: Sure right AJ uh-huh. I mean what he is tryin to say to you all is that he has arrive don’t you know? And he is bloody marvellous he is. Tell them how marvellous you are AJ, tell them about what you did to your brothers and all that like.

AJ: I don’t think the world wants to know about my previous indiscretions Elvis, I believe they want to know about my plans and ambitions in my time here.

Elvis shrugs, as if to say, fair enough. Go ahead.

AJ takes off his hood and shows a clean cut handsome face with short brown slightly ruffled hair.

AJ: My aim here is simple; I plan on taking my time to show the world what I am capable of. My Buddhist training gives me infinite patience, which is a good thing in this business as you have to wait your turn. I will wait my turn to be at the top one day, hopefully this day will come and I will grab it with both hands.

AJ now has a look of seriousness in his eyes, an inner fire which cannot be extinguished.

AJ: What I cannot wait to do though, is purge this federation of evil and the heretics, beginning with this man who sets himself up as Satan. I believe that this man calls himself

AJ looks at Elvis who has provided him with a clipboard.

AJ: Xantippe.

AJ looks at his clipboard again and sighs a long sigh

AJ: He seems to be the first on my list, even after his debut he has made me feel quite ill considering I have just meditated to clean myself after I saw his evil ways, the rest of the list of my unworthy will be published at a later date, but I want to tell you about a few things, well a few things other than the couple of things I just told you. Ok one more thing, my time is running out on the camera.

AJ seems to be getting himself flustered now while a thousand thoughts run through his head

Elvis: I think what he wants to tell you is this………

AJ: No, its ok EP, its really ok, as I will tell these good folks myself. Fact is guys; I have had a rough life. I have had nothing until now. Everything I have I owe to this business and these fans who have stuck through me, through the prison, through the witness protection program, and through the trials. In order to repay my debt to you I am going to make one thing perfectly clear, I am ready to take on anyone, anywhere at any time. If the crowd want to see it, then I will do it. So this is an open challenge, especially to Xantippe for anyone in FUSE to believe in the hype and try and take this.

AJ produces a long thin package wrapped in ceremonial cloth. He unwraps the package slowly and deliberately and shows the contents to the camera. It is a porcelain sword.

AJ: This ceremonial sword was given to my by my Master brother Hapnu Patuna on my graduation to full enlightenment. I am offering it as a gift to the first person who legitimately earns the right to take it away from me, in a match of the fans’ choosing. Are any of FUSE up for the challenge?

With that AJ bows and wraps his sword before opening the locker room door again and going back to meditate. Elvis gets back up in front of the camera

Elvis: So there you have it boyos, AJ is back innit. Before you go would you like me to sing you a bit of karaoke? I think "Blue suede shoes" is in order don’t you?

Elvis begins to strut his stuff as the camera fades.

Open challenge
Starring: Mary Jackson, The Preacher

"Superbeast" fills the arena as Mary heads to the ring. She’s followed by the Preacher. The fans aren’t sure what to think, and after the opening match, the fans at home are scratching their heads on why he’s coming out again.

SA: What’s the Preacher’s deal this week. This is the second time we’ve seen him. We hardly ever see him come out here unless there’s a match that he’s involved with. HJ: Maybe he renewed his contract thanks to the new ownership, and he’s paid per times on camera.

As the Preacher makes it to the ring, he slides under the ropes and holds them open as Mary enters the ring as well. He asks SKYE for a mic as "Superbeast" fades out.

Preacher: So, FUSE is now owned by Caldera Enterprises. Wow. Next thing you know, some of those punks in GCW are going to start coming here and acting like we’re an inferior brand or that we are the minor leagues.

Personally, and I don’t think I’m alone in saying this, I think that’s complete and utter bullshit!

The fans pop for this.

Preacher: GCW is filled with a bunch of "wrestlers" that can’t hold a flame to the talent that we have here in FUSE. And I’m not talking about the flavor of the month wrestlers that have come and gone, but I’m talking about wrestlers like Mikael Lundgard, John Covel, Reyna Preciosa, Alexis Marin, Tigera and myself.

That is why I’m out here. I’m out here because I know that the GCW stuck up sons of bitches are going to watch just to ridicule us. Hell, for all we know, there may be a GCW wrestler in the back for a match against Mikael Lundgard. Well, Global Championshit Wrestling, I want you to pay close attention to me when I say this.

I’m throwing down an open challenge for any wrestler in the FUSE locker room to come out next week and face me in a Match of Honor. We’re going to show those GCW assholes what it means to be a member of the FUSE roster. After next week, I want Caldera Enterprises to take a good, hard look at what we’re made of. I want GCW to fear us.

Again, the fans explode.

Preacher: Next week, we’re going to show that FUSE is the number one brand in Professional Wrestling.

LiveWire Championship
Single Rules
Starring: Landen Ozz, Reyna Preciosa

HA: So here we go, and what a match we have in store. Two performers who are fast, agile, and ready to show these fans just how badly they want the Livewire Championship. It's anyone's guess how this one will come together, Folks!

SJ: Are you serious? Ozz has the clear advantage in this one. You're too PC to say it, but I'm not; Ozz in a squash.

HA: I want the fans to remember that those are his words, not mine.

SJ: Damn right they're mine...I have the brains and the guts to call it like I see it.

HA: You got it; I'm leaving this one alone.

Landen Ozz steps up onto the apron, and eyes Reyna Preciosa, who is adjusting her mask, and testing the rope tension on the opposite end of the ring. He smirks, and then hops over the top rope, and into the squared circle.

The fans are electrified as the ref goes over the last details of the match with each, and then backs away, calling for the bell. Reyna drops into her stance, and Landen rolls his head on his shoulders, both waiting to get the match underway.

With the sound of the bell, both wrestlers come storming from their respective corners, locking up in the center of the ring.

Reyna takes a quick advantage, spinning around Landen's waist, pulling him into a modified leg sweep. He is sent backward, hitting the mat hard. As he lands, she pushes herself to her feet, and prepares to continue the attack before he gets to the upright position. As planned, Ozz sits up, and is met with a dazzling dropkick to the side of the head.

HJ: Preciosa taking the aggressive early in the match. Let's see how Landen adjusts to her tactics.

SA: He's already brushing off the 'attack'. Look.

Ozz rolls away, and begins to pull himself to his feet on the ropes. Reyna eyes him, but he closes the window of opportunity quickly. He takes a prepared stance, and waits. Her rookie impatience gets the best of her, and she charges with a high side kick. Ozz ducks, and her leg sails over his head. As he rises, he drives his fist into the small of her back. She is stunned by the blow, and he pulls Reyna into an inverted DDT. The impact shakes the canvas, and the fans are on their feet.

Reyna's momentum is slowed, and Ozz takes control. He pulls the woman to her feet, and whips her into the turnbuckle. She is sent flying forward, but is able to get her bearings, and she steps up the turnbuckles as she reaches them, and perches herself on the top turnbuckle, preparing to deliver a backflip onto the charging Ozz if he gets any closer. Ozz tests his luck, and moves forward. Reyna jumps, performing a spininning body splash. Ozz is able to catch the flying Preciosa, and delivers an unexpected powerslam. Once again, the fans are brought to their feet, and Reyna Preciosa is slowed in her offense.

HJ: It looks like Ozz did his homework for this match. Reyna might need to dig deeper into her bag of tricks.

SA: Unless she has a sledgehammer in her bag, I don't see this match going her way.

HJ: What bone do you have to pick with Reyna?

SA: Just calling it like I see it, Pal.

Reyna is pulled to her feet, and into a short-arm clothesline. Landen Ozz is showing her that he respects her by not pulling any punches. Reyna is knocked down hard, and Landen looks to the referee, who he expects will step in to stop the match. When the ref doesn't, he returns to where Reyna is laying, and drops to his knee, pulling her arm into an armbar. Reyna's eyes widen as he locks her elbow across his thigh, and applies pressure to the forearm and shoulder. Reyna grasps at the rope, which is a million miles away. Landen applies the hold expertly, and looks to the ref. Reyna refuses to tap, and the ref allows the match to continue. This time, Landen rises to his feet, and pulls Reyna up. Ozz pulls the girl into a bodyslam, however, he pulls her arm up behind her back, and locks it into place with his own arm. The effect is obvious. As he drives her body into the mat, her falling weight is directed to her right shoulder, focusing the damage there.

The fans react with mixed boos and cheers as his tactics come to light, and Ozz is unphased by it. He has a singular goal, and plans to carry it out. Once again, he drops, and applies an arm bar, looking for the tap-out. Reyna writhes in agony, but doesn't tap out. Instead, she waits for him to make a mistake. When he overadjusts, letting his head move forward to far, she drives her knees up, crashing into his chin, and then wraps her legs around his head into a head scissor take-down. Ozz is caught off guard, and the fans cheer with approval. Breaking the hold, Reyna is able to gather herself, and tend to her sore arm. Getting to her feet, she shakes it out carefully. The damage has been done, however. She nnurses the arm slightly as she approaches Ozz, who is on one knee. Before he can fully gather himself, and drives a foot into his chest, and knocks him to his back. She then drops onto him, pulling him to his feet, and sending him into the turnbuckle hard. As he makes impact, she follows with a hard dropkick to his knee. Landen tumbles forward, clutching his leg painfully. Evening up the score, Reyna Preciosa gets up, and watches for her next opening. It comes as Landen pulls himself to his feet, and rests against the rope. With a blinding speed, Reyna charges, crashing into him with a clothesline, sending him over the rope to the outside. The attack was dampered by the fact that Reyna's attacking arm was already sore, and the added stress added to the pain. However, as Landen spilled to outside, she counted it as worth the gamble.

HJ: We are starting to see a comeback, aren't we?

SA: I'll call it a comeback when she makes the pin. She won't, so I'm reserving my judgement.

HJ: That's quite an unusual philosophy for a match commentator, but okay.

Ozz was rocked by the attack, and staggered to get to his feet on the outside. As he did, Reyna stepped up onto the top rope, and prepared to take the fight to him. Reyna aimed, and took flight, landing a hard kick to Ozz's chest, sending him backward into the guardrail like a sloppy lump.

Reyna layed where she landed, searching for the energy to get to her feet and finish, and hoping that the throbbing in her right arm would go away after a long hot bath. Ozz, oddly, gathered his strength first, and rolled up onto his knees. Reyna, meanwhile, was able to get her legs under her, and crawled up onto the apron, getting to her feet. Seeing her on shaky legs, Ozz charged, and Reyna met him with a hard side kick, which slammed into his chin, and echhoed throughout the arena. Finding her second wind, Reyna lifted the man up, and drove him into the ring, following behind him closely. Before he could make a move, Reyna lifted him, and perfomed a textbook perfect Belly-to-Belly suplex, which sent Ozz flying across the ring. Taking a deep breath, she sat up, and heard the crowd applaud loudly. She stood up, and walked to the far turnbuckle, climbing it slowly. Landen, somewhat dazed, began to rise, and watched dumbly as she stepped up onto the top of the ropes. Reyna, with a triumphant arm raised steadied herself, and prepared to take off

Reyna saw the man wobble as he stood, and everything she had learned came back to her. In an instant, she was in flight, and as she landed, she wrapped her legs around his neck, let her weight drop, and flung herself under him, flipping him over hard. As her body stopped moving, she realized how she had landed. Swinging her arm behind her, she felt his leg, pulled it upward, and watched as the referee dropped to his stomach and made an easy 3-count.

Photograph
Starring: John Covel

The shot switches backstage to spot John Covel sitting on a steel folding chair in a dark room. He just stares forward, looking at nothing in particular.

Covel: Recently I’ve been dubbed as the most insane star in FUSE. I take the risks that no one else is willing to take.

He sits, in perfect posture, just staring straight ahead.

Covel: Night in and night out, I go out to that ring and put my body on the line. Some people call it stupid. Some people call it amazing.

There’s still no movement from Covel.

Covel: And everybody always asks me why. "John, why do you do the things you do?"

Once again, Covel doesn’t move; yet just stays in his perfect posture sitting on the chair.

Covel: The answer is simple. I want my CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Title back. That belt meant the world to me the three weeks it was around my waist. It grew on me.

Finally, Covel stands. His eyes don’t shift from in front of him as he takes a step forward, slowly.

Covel: Tonight I’m going to step into that ring and put my body on the line again against Bobino. A ladder match. Something I’m very familiar with.

Covel takes another couple of steps forward.

Covel: Tonight I put my body on the line just to earn the right to step into the ring with the champion and re-acquire my title.

Covel steps even closer, now just a foot or two from the camera.

Covel: Tonight is my night. I’m going to run through Bobino in that ladder match and then beat Tigera. I WILL win the FUSE CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Championship tonight.

He takes one final step, coming almost face to face with the camera. His glare still doesn’t shift.

Covel: I’m prepared. I’m ready. But is she?

The camera then turns to spot what John has had his eyes locked on. An 8x10 photo of Tigera hangs on the wall.

Custom CHAOS Match
Last Man/Woman Standing
Starring: Tigera, John Covel

The arena grows quiet in a moment of intensity before "Move" by Thousand Foot Krutch brings them to their feet. John Covel steps out onto the rampway, raising his eyes to the gathered crowd, and is met with half-hearted cheers. He pays them little mind as he steps around the ring, and climbs the steps, then steps through the ropes. He is confident as he tests the ropes, and waits.

SA: Do you think he's nervous?

HJ: Do you think he should be?

SA: Yeah, I do.

HJ: He didn't get here by winning a bake sale. So let's see what he can do to stop the CHAOS Champion.

John Covel rolls his shoulders, loosening the tightness, and watches the entryway. "Big Gun" by Ice Tea slams through the speakers in the arena as the FUSE crowd turns their attetion to the entrance. They welcome their CHAOS Champion,Tigera, with mixed sentiments. The woman steps out into the entryway, and the boos and cheers collide, fueling her descent down the rampway.

HJ: Here is a very dangerous woman. She has streaked up the roster like a missile, and has earned the CHAOS Championship. Tonight, she will defend it in grand fashion against a contender that may very well be more than she can handle.

SA: She has a lot of people looking for her to lose tonight. When you walk around the locker room the way she does, you can't expect to have many friends.

HJ: Well-said.

The Wild Cat steps onto the apron, and glides between the middle ropes, adjusting her pads as she enters the ring, and preparing herself. Covel smirks slightly, and his opponent returns the smirk with venom in her eyes. Seeing a clear size differential, she seems to be compensating with intensity.

The referee calls for the opening bell, and the match begins.

Tigera draws first blood as she charges across the ring, lifting an elbow into the bridge of Covel's nose. Covel, caught by suprise, has his head snapped backward. With the initial stun, Tigera hops up, delivering a snapping jump roundhouse to his head. He gets an arm up, deflecting the blow, and then dodges the stepping back kick that followed immediatly after. Upon missing her kick, she is left vulnarable, and Covel sends a hard fist into her chest before she can recover. She is sent spawling backwards, and a momentary stalemate is reached. Covel wipes away the stream of blood that runs from his nostril, and Tigera gets to her feet, ignoring the rasp that has entered her breathing. She shakes off the blow, and hops to the balls of her feet, reading herself. He gathers his thoughts, and begins to circle around her. She charges forward with a left hook, which he weaves around. He throws a right hook of his own, and she deflects it. Covel looks for a grapple, but she shuffles around his arms, and plants a roundhouse into his ribs. He absorbs the blow, and pins her leg against his side. She, using his grip to gain a boost, hops up, grabs his head, and presses her left leg into his midsection, pulling him into a monkey roll. John Covel in sent flying over as she falls to her back. Tigera rolls up to her feet, and Covel is sent a message.

HJ: If anyone blinked, you might have missed what just happened. That was unbelievable.

SA: That’s not scripted!!

HJ: Shut up, Ambrose.

Covel is suprised, but quickly recovers. Before Tigera can smother him with another attack, he gets up to his knees, and invites her to 'try that shit again'. Tigera chuckles, bouncing on her feet, and giving him a chance to get to his feet. He steps up, and once again begins to circle her. Tigera steps forward with a palm strike that hits Covel high on the shoulder as he dodged it, and follows with a rising Muy Thai knee to his gut that he blocks. Once again, she is left off-balance, and he quickly reacts. John Covel grips the woman, and delivers a swinging belly-to-belly powerslam. Tigera's body is crushed under the 240-plus Covel, and her momentum is exhaled with her breath.

Covel, wiping away the blood that still trickles from his nose, gets, and examines his handiwork, then pulls the woman up by the hair. She attempts a punch to his midsection, but he swats it away easily before slapping her, open-handed, across the face disrespectfully. Tigera growls as her head snaps to the side.

HJ: Did you see that? That's surreal. He just made this match personal.

SA: Someone had to do it, and Covel just did.

Tigera, being man-handled by the much larger Covel, is sent to the turnbuckle by a hard Irish whip. The Bangkok Tiger slams into the pads hard, and slides down into the corner. Covel, not giving her any breathing time, charges, and drives his knee into her chest. The fans begin to turn on him, but none of that matters to him. First blood had been drawn, and it wasn't hers. Tigera is lifted, and pulled into a modified fishermanDDT. Covel grips her left leg with his left arm, with her head tucked under his right. The effect is to bring her body weight down onto her head with the impact. The effect is disturbingly evident as she hits the canvas with little bounce-back.

Covel pushes her limp body away from himself as he sits up, lifting her arm, and watching it drop to the mat lifelessly. The referee stands over her, and performs the official count. A ten count, or a sign of serious injury, and the match is awarded to Covel.

Tigera begins to stir, and gets to her knees by the four-count. Covel, meanwhile stood leaning against the ropes, waiting. The ref steps back, and allows the match to continue. Tigera attempts to stand on shaky legs, and Covel runs forward, spearing her mercilessly. The two hit the canvas hard, and the fans roar with the impact. Covel attempts to stand, but something is wrong. When she tightens her forearm under his chin, and wraps her legs tighter around his waist, the panic sets in. Cursing through clenched teeth, she mocks him for being so gullible, then tightens the guillotine chock. Covel's eyes throb as she digs her thighs into his sides, and arches herself backwards for leverage.

HJ: If she can get him to pass out, that's it. My god, she was playing possum the whole time.

SA: I wouldn't say the WHOLE time, because we both saw that DDT. But still, long enough to get him to take the bait.

Covel's face is a deep puple, and he begins to alternate between pounding the canvas, and clawing at her arms to release the grip. But her grip is iron tight, and tapping out won't save him. His frantic movements begin to push himself, and her, along the canvas, and he sees his salvation. Little by little, he begins to focus, and eventually, she is hanging halfway outside of the ring, and near the edge of the apron. With a choice to make, she decides that he will pass out before reaching the edge. However, she is wrong. With a final thrust of his powerful legs, Covel sends both of them, spilling to the outside, breaking her hold on him.

As the air rushes back into his lungs, he gasps, and the world begins to come back into focus. The darkness retreats from the edges of his vision, and he realizes that he had someone snatched the match away from her reach. however, the victory doesn't last long. While he was down, gathering his strength, she had climbed the apron, and her knee came crashing down on his head. She quickly pounced on him, driving her fists into his face, and chest, and forcing him to throw his arms up in front of his face in defense. She, unrelentingly, weaved through his defenses, and continued the onslaught until he shifted his weight, and sent a fist into her rib hard, then grabbed her around the waist, tossing her off of him, stunned. Before she could gather herself to pounce again, he rolled to his knees, and got to his feet. He spat a red clot of tooth fragment and cheek tissue, and waited for her to take another shot at her. She held her rib, winching, then thought of her next move. Frustration began to play at the corners of her mind, but she chased it away with defiance.

Covel, nose now bleeding from both nostrils and his eyebrow, was not slowing down. This time, Covel charged, and Tigera fell back into a defensive stance. The clothesline came high, and she bobbed under it, rising behind him, and sending a hard front kick into the back of his knee. He stumbled, and she lept forward, landing on his back with a rear naked choke. Before she could bring her left arm up to lock in the hold, Covel sent her over with a rolling arm throw, holding on to her arm, and applying a high elbow lock against his thigh. Tigera, having run that defense many times, brought her legs up, sending both feet into his chin, and sending him reeling back.

Covel was baffled with how quickly and easily she took back her momentum, but refused to let her keep it for long. As the throbbing in his nose rippled to meet the throbbing in his jaw, and the sharp pain above his eye, he knew that he would have to put a stop to her before the pain overwhelmed him. He was tough, but in a fleeting moment that he violently forced away, he wondered if he was tough enough.

She rolled over to her stomach, eyed him, then brought her feet under herself slowly, rising like a shadow to her feet. Before he could compose a defense, she jumped onto the apron in a single movement, then landed down on him with a high arching flipping axe kick to the center of his skull. Covel sat down hard, dumbly trying to bring the three images of the woman into focus as she dug under the ring, looking to put an end to this. Her eyes lit up when she found a pushbroom. She pulled it out, kicked the head of it, and the broom rolled off like a propeller. Tigera then lifted the wooden handle over her head like a sword, and brought down where Covel's head sat like a ripe fruit. He, however, rolled out of the way, and scrambled to his feet. The first strike missed, and she spun the handle on her fingers above her head like a staff, then tucked in under her arm, calling Covel a coward.

HJ: I think she just found herself an advantage.

SA: Covel is heading for the hills.

Covel was not, actually, heading for the hills. He was putting the corner of the ring between them, and assessing his options. As she came around, she swung the handle at him like a sword. He easily dodged it, and lunged forward. Before she could defend herself, he drove a fist into her gut, then grabbed the broomhandle, spinning her around and into the side of the apron with it. She was dropped, and he brought the handle down on his knee, snapping it in half, and tossing it aside. She, after hitting the ring edge, slowly got to her feet, and was sent backwards with a hard kick to her chest. She was sent spilling backwards over the steel ring steps, and Covel followed closely behind. He pulled her to her feet, and into a snap suplex onto the toppled steel steps. Tigera was swimming in pain at the impact. John Covel, face resembling raw hamburger, body heavy with fatigue, and mind dizzy with rage, decided that it would end on his terms. He then continued his rampage with a string of devestating suplexes. He followed them with a series of arrogant short arm clotheslines. For good measure, he threw in a few of his famous neckbreakers. When he grew tired of dragging it out any longer, he lifted the woman, who attempted an uppercut that he blocked easily, and brought her onto his shoulders into a fireman's carry. Then, he brought the woman down onto his knee with a tossing backbreaker. The woman bounced off of his bent knee, and the crowd grew silent despite themselves. Tigera rolled away, then lay still on her stomach. Covel looked at the referee, who slid from the ring, and began to make an uneasy count. This time, he reached seven before she pushed her knees under her and showed that she would continue. Covel walked to where she was, still facing down, and now curled into a defensive position. He lifted her up, and spun her around. He was met with a broken broom handle between the eyes. He hadn't noticed, but she had collected the fragments after she went down, and now she was using them. Her hands were a blur as she unloaded a series of blows to his ribs, face, chest, legs, stomach, temples and lower back. Covel brought up his defenses as best as he could until was backed up the steel rampway, almost near the entrance. She rained blows on him, and completed her attack with a hard stepping side kick to his stomach which folded him on half. The man fell, and Tigera threw the sticks aside, wanting to feel his final moments against her own hands. Covel, stunned and beaten, was lifted to his feet, and Tigera took a running start, delivering a savage spin kick into his gut, practically splitting him in half. Bent over, he could do nothing as she brought him to the edge of the entryway stage, where a twelve-foot drop threatened him. Not ready to go down without a fight, he threw a despearate elbow backwards. It connected perfectly, bringing a stream of blood from her nose, and sending The Wild Cat back like a kicked dog. The woman brought her hands up to her face, and fell down. When she pulled her hands away, her face was a mask of red pain. Covel charged forward, and grabbed her around the throat with one hand, slamming his fist into her nose with the other. Her head snapped backward, and he dropped her to her knees. She was beginning to fade as the pain echoed in her head, and the lights began to dim.

HJ: This is not a match anymore. This is a vedetta.

SJ: It's the CHAOS title, Hunter.

HJ: I guess so, but...Jesus.

Covel, feeling the match and his will slipping away, took a deep breath, and lifted Tigera to her feet, then tucked her head between his knees. If this was to be his last statement, he would make it loud and clear. He gripped her around the waist, then lifted her up into a powerbomb. With a surge of power, and walked her over to the edge, and listened to the sounds of his own breathing in the back of his own throat. Taking a step forward, he prepared to step from the ledge, and drive her into the concrete. If it killed her, so be it. If it killed him, just the same.

She was, literally, four inches and eighteen feet above the ground below, with nothing but concrete and a tangle of wires to spare her. In an act of self-preservation, she brought her forearms down on his nose hard, and he staggered backwards. He did it again, and he took another step back. Now three steps away from the ledge, she brought her fist into his face. A slight movement of his head, and her fist rolled off the side of his cheek, earning him the moment he needed. He ran forward, and begun to complete what he had begun.

The missed blow would cost her dearly. He charged, and knew the edge was coming. Just then, he felt pressure along his neck until he was trapped. Then her weight was sent backwards and down, and his weight was pulled forward and up. She had taken a risk, and John Covel was being sent headfirst into the chasm with a Frankensteiner. She released her grip on his neck, and dropped to the ground.

HJ: My God! My God! John Covel has just been sailed twelve feet to the ground below. This must stop! Call for the bell, Ref! Call it!

SA: Is he...? Yes, Covel is moving his arms, and pushing himself up!

He didn't realize how much pain he was in. He was numb. Stupidity, desperation, or endorphines were now turning the gears in his body, and he could only stare blankly at the lights above him as he got to his feet. Tigera, exhausted, desperate, and losing her grip on lucidity pulled herself to the edge, and saw John Covel sitting up, seemingly unphased by the fall. With nothing left to lose, she stood up, pulled the ties from her hair, and took flight.

John Covel chuckled as he saw the woman somersault high above him, and then everything went black as she landed with her finisher, The Pussy Whipped, from twelve feet above him. The referee skipped the ten count, and called for the EMTs.

HJ: It's over. Incredible. Goddammed incredible.

SA: I think we just saw why Tigera is the CHAOS Champion.

Tigera, stumbling, drunk with exhaustion, and possibly injured, wobbled from where she had landed, and leaned on the walls heavily as she walked to the backstage. She did so in silence, as the audiences stood in shock.

The Challenge.
Starring: Alexis Marin

We open up with Dominique standing backstage with Alexis Marin, whose bandaged up from his beating earlier in the night.

Dominique: Alexis Marin, earlier this evening you were found beaten in the hallway. The question on everyone’s mind is.. Who did this to you?

Alexis Marin: How the hell should I know? I just came out here to lay out a challenge to whomevever decided to try and end my career. If you’re a man.. You’ll show up next week.

With that, he leaves..

No Disqualification..
The Maint Event
Starring: ???, ???, Mikael Lundgard

SA: Ladies and Gentlemen, It's time for our MAIN EVENT!

HJ: We get to see which lackey Caldera has hand picked in an attempt to make us look bad.

SKYE: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your KillZONE 1 MAIN EVENT OF THE NIGHT! If Mikael Lundgard isn't the winner he will LOSE the Universal championship and it will be vacated. He will also be suspended from the ring until KillZONE 10!

We cut to the ring, where GCW Official Josh Briggs is shown.

SA: Josh Briggs will be calling the action tonight, I guess our officials aren't qualified enough.

HJ: This is uncalled for.

The spooky opener to "Timless" begins to play. The fans being to boo as Mikael Lundgard makes his way out to the ring with the Universal title strapped around his waist.

SKYE: Making his way to the ring first.. from Copehagen, he is the FUSE-W Universal title holder, he is.. "THE DANISH DEMON" MIKAEL LUNDGARD!

SA: Now who the hell is his opponent?

HJ: How should I know?

SKYE: His Opponent..

"Fallen" by Stemm.

SA: NO!

HJ: Even I KNOW WHO THAT IS!

Brandon Youngblood.

With no fanfare, Youngblood makes his way down the aisle.

SKYE: HIS OPPONENT, THE SELF PROCLAIMED GREATEST WRESTLER ALIVE, BRAAAANDON.. YOUNGBLOOOOD!

SA: This is going to be hell.

HJ: WHOOO!

Mikael Lungard sat, his eyes locked on the self proclaimed ‘Greatest Wrestler Alive Today’.

Unlike the Miami crowd thought he showed no fear, and instead accepted the fact he was in for the fight of his life, with his most prized possession hanging in the balance. With Steven Caldera on his bad side and his only tie to the operation of the company, Cheryl, ready to cash her first unemployment check, he was quite out of his element for the first time in his career.

His thoughts were jarred as Youngblood charged him, Starting the match with a release T-Bone suplex, sending Mikael across the ring. He crashed to the mat with an unforgiving thud, that sent a reverberating cheer through the hometown fans.

SA: And Steven Caldera’s mystery opponent off to a good start so far!

HJ: Good start my ass.

Mikael scrambles to his feet before Youngblood can follow up with another move.

On his feet, Lundgard is again taken to the mat by a vicious clothesline by BY, but he climbs to his feet relatively quickly. The two warrions lock eyes before they lock up, ready to start the battle they came to KillZone to complete.

SA: Mikael Lundgard looking a little surprised as Youngblood's atheleticism so early in the match!

HJ: I'm sure it's an act..

Youngblood nails a knee to Mikael's midsection, hooking him and dropping him hard on the mat with a snap vertical suplex. He lifts the Universal champ to attempt another move but Mikael retaliates, Driving a shoulder into Youngblood's midsection, causing him to double over. With that, Lundgard steps back and hits the ropes, taking Youngblood to the mat with a flying Elbow.

SA: Lundgard on the offensive finally!

HJ: This is it, Ambrose. A chance for FUSE to prove they can hang with the best of them!

Not wasting anytime, Lundgard drops his right leg over the chest of Youngblood, covering him for a quick pin..

ONE!

TWO!

THREE--

SA: KICKOUT!

HJ: Damnit

Getting up again, Lundgard hits the ropes in order to get a little more force behind his next move. But before he can, Youngblood HOPS UP and catches Mikael with..

BOOM.

An EXPLODER Suplex.

SA: .. Ouch.

HJ: That was unsettling.

The Demon hits the mat again on his neck, as Youngblood follows up with vicious stomps to the spine. Mikael is able to grasp the ropes and stop the onslaught before it takes too much out of him. Using the ropes to climb to his feet, The charging Youngblood is stopped in his tracks my Mikael's boot in his stomach. Lundgard then grabs BY in a front facelock and drops him to the mat with an evenflow DDT.

SA: SHATTERING BLOW!

HJ: WHOO! THIS ONE'S TURNING OUT TO BE A..

.. JELLY JACKAHHHHH~!

.. I've been waiting forever for THAT!

Not letting up, Lundgard lifts BY's left arm and starts hitting stomps to the shoulder, trying to limit Youngblood's game. After a sufficient amount, Lundgard drops to the ground hooking in an armbar on Youngblood, who lets out a scream and reaches for the ropes.

He tries to inch closer and closer, but Lundgard rips at the shoulder tendons, attempting to not just end this match but Youngblood's career in one sitting! Using all the strength he can bring up, Lundgard rips at Youngblood's shoulder. Brandon is however able to reach the ropes before major damage is done.

SA: Mikael Lundgard has realized Youngblood is _NO_ Joke.

HJ: Then why am I laughing, Rookie?

Both men use the break to get to their feet, where Youngblood hooks Lundgard for another vertical suplex. HOWEVER, the damage to his elbow effects this and as he lifts Lundgard into the air, Mikael shifts the momentum and bring Youngblood down with a _MASSIVE_ DDT!

SA: WOOOOOW!

HJ: Na Na Na Naaaaa, Na Na Na Naaaaa, Hey Hey Hey, YOU SUCK GCW! GOODBYE~!

With that line of encouragment, our champion reaches over for a cover

ONE!

TWO!

NOOOOOOO!

SA: KICKOUT BY BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD.

HJ: SLOOOOOOOOOW COUNNNT!

Not wasting his time Mikael goes back to the submission game, hooking Youngblood in another front facelock and dropping him in a Guillotine Choke. The crowd actually cheers for MIKAEL LUNDGARD as he matches Youngblood at his own game, Submission wrestling. Using all his weight to choke out Youngblood, the fans.. being to chant..

"LUND-GARD LUND-GARD LUND-GARD"

SA: NO FOLKS WE AREN'T FILTERING THOSE CHANTS IN! THOSE ARE REAL!

HJ: THE FANS HAVE COME AROUND!

GCW Official Jason Briggs checks the Greatest for a tap out, but none is to be seen. Youngblood attempts to roll out of the hold but it's locked on, there's seemingly no escape as The Demon wrenches Brandon's neck violently, in a fashion that sends the crowd into a frenzy of glee. Youngblood leans..

.. reaches with all his strength .. and is able to get the bottom rope!

SA: Another near escape by Youngblood!

HJ: MIK-AEL!

Stood up again, the two men begin to brawl. Throwing fist after fist with no inhibtion. Niether men known to brawl the shocked fans pop in apprecation for the intense showing. Youngblood goes for a right hand but Lundgard ducks underneath and grasps Youngblood shoulder, pulling him down with a falling facebuster right to the mat. The fans let out a pop as Lundgard follows up, Lifting Younglood and kicking him in the stomach, lifting.. and dropping him.......

THUUUUUUUUUUUDDDDDDDDDDDDD

SA: PILE-DRIIIIIIIIIIIIVAH!

HJ: SOME OLD SCHOOL BY MIKAEL FUCKIN' LUNDGARD! YES! HERE'S THE COVER NOOOOW

ONE!!!!

TWO!!!!

THREEEEEEE--

-EEEEEEE-

-EEEEEEE-

-NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

HJ: TWO! FINGERS!

SA: WHAT A CLOSE CALL RIGHT THERE! I CAN'T BELIEVE HE WAS ABLE TO KICKOUT.

With Youngblood down and trying to recover Mikael climbs out of the ring. The Rabid Miami fans don't boo him though, they cheer him as he reaches underneath the ring and pulls out a table. He sets it up as the fans chant his name, but he doesn't notice Brandon Youngblood spring to his feet and fly..

.. OVER THE TOP ROPE!

SA: WHOA!

HJ: SUICIDE PLANCHA! YOUNGBLOOD TAKING THE DEMON DOWN BEFORE HE CAN MAKE USE OF THAT TABLE!

Both men lay in a heap on the outside, but don't stay down for long. Lundgard capitalizes first by slamming Youngblood's head into the security wall, then throwing him back against the table. He lifts him again but Youngblood takes control throwing him over the security wall and INTO the crowd!

SA: Ladies and Gentlemen this match has spilled INTO the fans.

HJ: This is no longer wrestling, these two want eachothers _BLOOD_

Throwing punches would cause most fans to scatter, but not these. Embroiled in the fight, the fans give their support to the competitor they all of a sudden back.. Mikael Lundgard.. in the form of vicious cheers and taunts. Youngblood takes control by picking Mikael up and throwing him INTO the seats. People move as Lundgars is shown in a heap of folding chairs.

SA: This isn't pretty.

HJ: IT'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE BAYBAH! THIS AIN'T GLOBAL CHAMPIONSHIT WRESTLING, THIS IS OUR HOUSE! YOUNGBLOOD SUCKS, YOUNGBLOOD SUUUUUUCKS!

Youngblood looks to head back to the ring but Lundgard climbs to his feet grasing a chair. He turns around and gets his dental work rearranged by a shot that sends the crowd into a fit of psychotic cheers.

SA: LUNDGARD WITH A CHAIRSHOT!

HJ: Mr. Technical is quite out of his ELEMENT!

Lundgard grabs Youngblood by the back of the head and leads him over the wall back to the ring. Rolling him in he hooks the leg..

ONE!

TWO!

THR- SHOULDAH UP!

SA: SOME HOW!

HJ: Slow count by Briggs! WE CAN'T TRUST THIS DOUCHE!!

An angry Lundgard lifts Youngblood up. Blood trickles down from Brandon's forehead as Mikael ducks and hooks him into a small package.

ONE!

TWO!

THR- NOOOOOO!

SA: ANOTHER KICKOUT BY BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD!

HJ: COME ON MIKAEL!

With desperation showing on his features, Lundgard lifts Younblood again, position his back against the ropes and grasping Youngblood, ready for a belly to belly overhead plex. As he gets ready for it, Mikael screams at the top of his lungs....

"WELCOME TO MY HOUSE, BITCH!"

CRACK

THUD

"LUND-GARD OWNS YOU (CLAP X5)"

"LUND-GARD OWNS YOU (CLAP X5)"

"LUND-GARD OWNS YOU (CLAP X5)"

"LUND-GARD OWNS YOU (CLAP X5)"

SA: Oh Man..

HJ: .. Replay.

The FUSEWire shows a replay of Lundgard screaming at Youngblood just before he launches him from the inside of the ring to the out with an Overhead Bellyplex, THROUGH THE TABLES HE'D PREVIOUSLY SET UP!

SA: This is getting out of hand.

HJ: FUUUUUUUUCK YOU! IT'S JUST GETTIN' GOOD!

Lundgard hops over the top rope to the outside and pulls Youngblood out of the rubble, rolling him back into the ring. he slides back in himself and hooks the leg as the fans cheer.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE-

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

TWO FINGERS!

SA: SOMEHOW YOUNGBLOOD SUMMONS THE STRENGTH TO KICK OUT!

HJ: THIS ISN'T FAIR, HE'S NOT A HUMAN! LUNDGARD SHOULD BE THE WINNER!

Pissed, Lundgard lifts him up again, ready to finish it. However, Youngblood makes a quick change in momentum by grasping Lundgard from behind..

SA: SEATED KAHTIHAJIME! IT'S THE GRIDLOCK!

HJ: YOU PIECE OF SHIT, THATS NOT FAIR!

Before he can have too much damage done, Lundgard grabs the bottom rope. Briggs breaks the hold, and Youngblood gets in his face, just long enough for Lundgard to grab Youngblood and lock in..

.. THE R-N-C.

SA: LISTEN TO THESE FAAAANS!

HJ: REAR NAKED CHOKE! HE'S GOT IT ON, IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING, IT IS OVAH!

Lundgard smiles as he locks in his finisher, about to get the win. However he doesn't count on someone walking out to the stage..

SA: DAMIEN CRUZ IS HERE! HE'S ON THE STAGE!

HJ: GET OUTTA HERE MAN THIS MATCH ISN'T YOUR BUSINESS! Cruz stands where, smirking. Lundgard releases the hold and gets up, looking at Cruz. As he's distracted Youngblood leaps to his feet and AGAIN locks in Gridlock, this time right in the middle of the ring!

SA: WE'RE SEEING IT AGAIN!

HJ: FUCK YOU DAMIEN CRUZ, HE SCREWED MIKAEL LUNDGARD!

SA: LAST I CHECKED MIKAEL LUNDGARD SCREWED DAMIEN CRUZ AT WIRED 0.0!!

Lundgard reaches for the ropes, fighting.. but he can't. He's right in the center of the ring, his neck wrenched back as he's choked out. He climbs, inch by inch.. closer and closer as blood begins to run from his mouth.

SA: LUNDGARD HAS INTERNAL INJURIES!

HJ: HE'S A FIGHTER!

He scrapes his way across the ring, near the ropes. He reaches out, about to break the hold..

.. before letting lose a large mouthful of blood, all over the ring.

DING. DING. DING.

SA: WHAT?!

HJ: NO! JASON BRIGGS CALLED FOR THE BELL!

SKYE: The winner of this match as result of the match being stopped is BRANDON YOUNGBLOOD!

SA: THATS NOT RIGHT!

HJ: BOOO! HE WANTS TO FIGHT!

The ring begins to fill with trash as Briggs looks at the absolutely rabid fans. Youngblood gets to his feet at the same time as Lundgard. Youngblood gets his hand raised as Mikael goes nuts, blood streaming from his mouth!

SA: I don't buy this!

HJ: BECAUSE IT'S NOT RIGHT! THIS ISN'T GCW, THIS IS FUSE! YOU DON'T SEE SELLOUTS HERE!

Mikael doesn't bother arguing with Briggs, but instead rears back and spits a mouthful of blood all over his shirt, screaming loudly..

"YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME"

At this we see Briggs and Youngblood leave the ring, before they too can be bombared with trash. Mikael climbs out of the ring screaming in immense rage.

The title was gone.

His career would be halted.

Steven Caldera had struck first.. a big blow.

Sitting in the front row is a fan, waving a GCW sign. Mikael grabs him and hits him in the face, pulling him onto the aisle.. still at the top where the ramp we see Damien Cruz, smiling. With no subtelty Lundgard runs over and spears him onto the steel, grabbing a steel chair from the aisle area..

SA: MIKAEL LUNDGARD IS TAKING HIS RAGE OUT ON THE FANS!

HJ: FUCK THAT FAN! WEARING A GCW SHIRT, HE'D HAVE BEEN MAULED ON THE WAY TO HIS CAR.

As Cruz tries to get up and fight back, Mikael rears back and lands a sickening shot right to Cruz's knee. The fans gasp and cheer for the brutality.

SA: NO! DAMIEN CRUZ MIGHT BE INJURED!

HJ: SERVES HIM RIGHT.

As Lundgard stands on top of the ramp, covered in blood holding a steel chair, the fans begin to chant something never heard to the Danish Demon before.

"PLEASE DON'T GO.." "PLEASE DON'T GO.." "PLEASE DON'T GO.."

"PLEASE DON'T GO.." "PLEASE DON'T GO.." "PLEASE DON'T GO.."

"PLEASE DON'T GO.." "PLEASE DON'T GO.." "PLEASE DON'T GO.."

"PLEASE DON'T GO.." "PLEASE DON'T GO.." "PLEASE DON'T GO.."

SA: As part of the second half of the Stipulation, Mikael Lundgard is suspended until Killzone 10 from the ring!

HJ: These fans share my sedements.

SA: It's official folks, the FUSE Universal title is now vacant.

HJ: In my mind, and in the minds of these fans, we still have a champion.

SA: We're out of time, folks.. we're losing the feed.. GOODNIGHT!

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