Custom CHAOS Tournament
Starring: Cassian Jaymes, John Covel

SA: Well folks get ready for another match up in the tournament for the CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S championship!

HJ: Yes sir! John Covel faces Cassian Jaymes!

SA: I know for sure Covel belongs here. He thrives on the extreme type of matches.

HJ: Don’t sell him too short. He can wrestle with the best of them too!

SKYE: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is an opening round match in the CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Championship tournament. It will be contested under extreme rules!

The crowd pops at the announcement of the stipulation.

SKYE: Introducing first, in the ring, he weighs in at two hundred pounds. CASSIAN JAAAAAYMES!

The crowd cheers a small bit at Jayme’s introduction.

MOVE!

Move and show me what you can do
When you step into the circle and shake like we do
And MOVE when you just can’t take it
And MOVE if you just feel like breaking

“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.

Can you hear me?
Stop, look, listen to my voice
It was never my choice to feel all alone
This is my home

Back up, you don’t know if you’ve never been here
You’ve never been to the place inside
I face my fear
It takes everything I am

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 his destination. He hops to a knee on the apron and then pushes himself up, stepping through the middle and top ropes. “Move” fades from the speakers as Covel slaps his bare chest and raises his arm to the crowd. After a moment, referee Brent Hardy motions for the bell.

DING DING DING The two men circle each other for a second before John extends his hand. Cassian accepts it and shakes quickly before beginning to circle again. They slowly begin to move towards each other but are distracted by a fan…

“Wrestling!”

His voice is followed by a large chorus of audience members yelling…

“YAY!”

John can’t help but smile and straighten up, looking to the front row fan.

Covel: Oh, you’re going to see wrestling!

The fans cheer as Covel shakes his head and turns back to Jaymes who has a smirk of his own. They move in and finally lock up. They push on each other for a little bit before Covel gets Jaymes into a headlock and turns to the fans…

Covel: Ahh, wrestling with the headlock!

The fans laugh at the antics of Covel as he wrenches on Cassian’s head. Jaymes pushes John into the ropes and sends him across the ring. Both men collide in the center of the ring, neither going anywhere from their respective shoulder block attempts. They exchange glances and then hit the ropes on opposite sides of the ring. They come back and meet in the middle again. This time, Covel falls to his back. Cassian backs off as Covel does a backwards somersault to the ropes and climbs to his feet. Just as he straightens up, Jaymes is there to meet him with a knife edge chop. The crowd lets out a “Whoo” with the chop. Jaymes holds his hand in the air and then drives another chop across the chest of Covel before backing him into the ropes and whipping him across the ring. Covel hits the ropes and James drops to his belly, but Covel holds on and stops. Jaymes looks up at Covel and motions for Covel to jump over him but Covel throws his arms into the air.

Covel: I’m not going over you!

Jaymes: Come on! Go over me!

Covel: You’re going to trip me!

The crowd lets out a chuckle at Covel’s comment as Jaymes looks up and still motions for him to jump over.

Covel: Promise?

Jaymes nods in agreement and lies back down. Covel prepares himself and slowly lifts his leg and begins to step over his opponent as Cassian quickly comes up. Covel backs away as Jaymes holds his back and motions to it. He lies back to the mat and motions for Covel to hop over him again. The crowd is still buzzing after the first failed attempt as Covel slowly begins to step over again. Jaymes comes up yet again and points to his leg this time. Covel is quick to cut him off.

Covel: What are you doing?! I want to do the spot: leapfrog, arm drag….

The crowd’s laughter grows as Covel’s voice trails off and he stands there disappointed in Jaymes. Jaymes drops to his knees and motions for Covel to go over again as John looks to the referee.

Covel: Ref, you got to hold him down. I’m going to jump over him so we can do that spot: leapfrog, arm drag, hip toss, stand off!

The crowds laughter grows again as Covel makes two clenched fists, which are mocked by Jaymes who is still kneeling. The referee nods and drops to his knees. He pushes Jaymes to the ground and holds him as Covel slowly lifts a leg into the air and jumps over him. The referee scrambles to his feet as Cassian hops up and waits for the returning Covel. He leaps into the air, allowing John to run under his legs and hit the ropes again. Covel comes back and gets taken down with an arm drag from Jaymes but both men are quick to their feet. Cassian charges Covel this time and is taken down with a hip toss from John. Both men get to their feet and turn to face each other, clenching their fists and ending in a stand off. The crowd begins to applaud wildly at the comedy wrestling they’ve just witnessed.

SA: And we are at a stand off!

HJ: Man, I didn’t see that coming!

The two superstars pace around the ring as they retreat from their fighting stances. After a few turns they move back in on each other and lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. The two fight for control for a few seconds before Jaymes is able to grab Covel’s arm and twist behind him with a hammerlock. He applies the pressure on Covel’s arm, trying to torque it out of socket, but John is able to spin around and reverse into a hammerlock of his own. Covel applies an equal amount of pressure to Cassian’s arm before Jaymes is able to drop to his back and send Covel over with an arm drag. Covel gets to his feet and charges towards Jaymes, who ducks a clothesline attempt. Covel hits the ropes and comes back, getting taken down with a clothesline from Cassian.

SA: Lots of fast paced action here in the open minutes of this contest!

HJ: Yeah no kidding. I just can’t wait for them to use the extreme rules!

Jaymes holds back as Covel gets to his feet from the clothesline and looks at his opponent. Covel takes a deep breath before moving back in and raising his right hand into the air for the test of strength. Jaymes is slow to move in and lock hands with John, with good reason. As soon as their fingers are interlocked, Covel raises a boot into the gut of Jaymes. Covel takes the opportunity to hook his arm and head, lifting him over with a suplex. Covel floats gracefully over into a lateral press and gets a two count. He doesn’t waste time arguing with the referee; instead he gets to his feet and drags Jaymes up as well. Covel ducks underneath Jaymes left arm and lifts him up, falling backwards with a belly to back suplex. Covel turns over and covers again, still only getting two.

SA: Two quick covers by Covel there, but Jaymes was able to get the shoulder up both times.

HJ: Covel needs to do more damage to get the win.

Covel pushes himself to his feet and lays some boots to the back of Cassian’s head before heading to the opposite side of the ring and hopping to the outside. He grabs a steel chair from the time keeper’s area, folding it up and sliding it into the ring. As he slides back in and stands, he spots Jaymes on his feet, holding onto the ropes. Covel charges forwards, but Cassian drops his shoulder and sends Covel up and over. Covel grabs the top rope and lands himself on the apron, but as he tries to mount some offense on Jaymes, Cassian leaps and nails a modified enziguri to the back of Covel’s head. Covel dances around on the apron in a stunned state for a few seconds before falling to a sitting position and rolling to the floor. Jaymes collects himself as John shakes the cobwebs out and slowly gets to his feet. Cassian eyes Covel as he stands and anxiously holds onto the top rope. As Covel reaches his feet and turns to face his opponent Jaymes pulls down and slingshots himself up and over to the outside. He lands on Covel’s shoulders and takes him over with a hurrincanrana. The crowd pops at the agility of Jaymes who jumps to his feet and moves back in on Covel.

SA: What a move by Cassian Jaymes.

HJ: The fans certainly loved it.

Jaymes grabs Covel’s head and walks him along side the ring before sending him face first into the steel ring post. Covel stumbles backwards, right into Cassian’s grasp again. He grabs John’s arm and whips him straight into the steel guardrail. John’s lower back smacks against it, causing John to clench his back in pain. Cassian moves back in with a few right hands to the temple of “The Paragon of Piledrivers” as the fans in the front row go crazy over the action close to them. Jaymes leads Covel away from the guardrail and around towards the front of the ring again. He slides him in underneath the bottom rope and then takes hops onto the apron himself. Covel stumbles to his feet as Jaymes heads back into the ring. Covel turns and is met with a forearm to the head. Covel stumbles backwards and then comes charging forward with a forearm of his own. Jaymes takes a step back and then returns the favor. They trade forearms a few more times before Cassian is able to take the advantage we three consecutive blows. Covel stumbles back before being caught with a knee to the gut. Jaymes hooks Covel’s head and arm and lifts him up, holding for a split second and then dropping him down with a brainbuster. He turns over and covers Covel for a two count.

SA: Jaymes had good impact on that brainbuster, but Covel was still able to get the shoulder up after two.

HJ: Both of these competitors want a shot at that CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Title next week.

SA: That they do. Covel is still looking to regain his gold. He’s had many great matches with Tigera over that belt!

Jaymes pushes himself to his feet, not arguing with Brent Hardy over the count. He runs backwards and hits the ropes coming back and nailing a dropkick to the face of the rising Covel. He covers John again but still can only get two before the shoulder rises up. Cassian is a little upset at the kick out, but is quick to shake it off and pull John back to his feet. He backs him into the corner with a few forearm shots and then rears back, driving a knife edge chop across his chest.

He rears again and drops another chop across Covel’s chest before grabbing his arm and whipping him across the ring into the opposite corner. Jaymes gets a running start and leaps a few feet before the corner, nailing Covel with a flying clothesline. Cassian backs away and then moves back in with another forearm shot. He grabs Covel’s arm and sends him across the ring again and into the corner. Jaymes runs forward again and leaps, nailing another flying clothesline. Jaymes stumbles backwards and then runs back in with a strong forearm to the head. The crowd buzzes as Cassian grabs Covel’s arm and sends him across the ring one more time.

SA: Cassian Jaymes might be looking for the trifecta of corner clotheslines here!

HJ: And he’s putting some mustard on them too!

Jaymes gets a running start again, but as he reaches the corner Covel catches him around the neck and sweeps his legs out from underneath of him, slamming him down with an exploder.

Jaymes lands high on his back and neck and folds up like an accordion before rolling to his back. Covel drops to his knees and clenches his head for a second before crawling over and covering him. The good ole’ fans are starting to become the referee as they count along.

ONE…..TWO……OHHH!

SA: And Jaymes gets the shoulder up in the nearest near fall of the contest!

HJ: I don’t know how; he landed almost directly on his neck!

Covel slowly rolls over and gets to a knee, taking a breather. As he pushes himself up to his feet, Cassian slowly begins to rise, holding his neck. Covel turns and sees Jaymes using the ropes to pull himself up. He moves in as his opponent stumbles towards the center of the ring and gets nailed with a forearm. Covel rears back and brings another forearm into the side of Cassian’s head before lifting a knee to his mid section. Jaymes keels over, allowing John to shove him underneath his legs and underhook both arms. He lifts up, but Jaymes wiggles his legs and falls to the ground. His arms come free and he lifts John over with a back drop. Cassian stumbles forwards and picks up the chair that is in the ring. He readies himself as Covel gets to his feet and turns. Jaymes takes of in a sprint towards Covel, but the running char shot is ducked. Jaymes quickly turns around, only to receive a drop kick to the chest that causes him to drop the chair, flip up and over the top rope to the floor. Covel looks down at Cassian and then to the crowd, slapping his chest and raising a closed fist into the air. The crowd begins buzzing as Jaymes gets to his feet and Covel takes off. John hits the backside ropes and comes charging forward, leaping as Cassian turns. John flies through the air gracefully with a senton right into the frame of Cassian Jaymes. Both men fall to the floor as the crowd cheers with excitement.

SA: AIR COVEL!

HJ: What beauty!

Both men begin to stir on the outside at about the same time. Covel is quicker up to his feet, allowing him to grasp Jaymes’ head and hoist him up to his feet. Covel kicks him in the gut and shoves him under his legs again. He lifts Cassian up for a powerbomb, but at the peak of the lift Jaymes is able to shift his weight and hook John’s head. He drops down and drives Covel’s head to the ground with a DDT. Jaymes takes a second to catch his breath before bringing Covel to his feet and sliding him underneath the bottom rope. Jaymes hops to the apron and scrambles to the corner as Covel begins to slowly get up. Jaymes scales the turnbuckle and perches himself as Covel gets to a vertical base and turns. Cassian leaps with a front flip, landing on John’s shoulders and flipping him over with a hurrincanrana. Jaymes leans back and hooks Covel’s leg as Hardy drops in and the crowd counts along.

ONE…..TWO……OHHHH!

Jaymes spins off to the side of Covel and looks to the referee who holds up two fingers. Jaymes shakes his head and gets to his feet, backing away as Covel pushes himself to a knee. Jaymes wastes no time, rushing forward and using Covel’s knee to step up and deliver a stiff kick to the back of Covel’s head with a….

Covel’s eyes glaze over as he falls face first to the mat. Jaymes gets back to his feet, really pumped up now. He moves back in on John and leans in, bringing him to his feet. Cassian rears back and brings a loud chop across the chest of his opponent. He grabs John’s arm, preparing for an Irish whip, but Covel is able to raise a boot to the stomach of Jaymes. John runs forwards and slides under Cassian’s legs, still holding onto his wrist. John gets to his feet behind Jaymes, who is forced to stoop over, and grabs the other wrist. In a fluid motion, Covel flips Jaymes forward and drops to his rear slamming Cassian hard on his neck and upper back with a front flip driver. He leans forwards and grabs a leg as Hardy comes in and the crowd counts the pin.

ONE….TWO….THR…OHHHHH!

SA: That was a close one! Cassian Jaymes barely got the shoulder up after that innovative move by Covel!

HJ: Jaymes is showing that he wants that CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S title just as much as Covel does!

Covel rolls backwards and gets to his feet as Jaymes sits up and begins shaking his head, trying to regain his senses. Covel looks around frantically, trying to locate the chair. He finally spots it lying just outside the ring and heads to retrieve it. In the time it takes him to hop out of the ring, get it and get back in, Cassian Jaymes has used the ropes to pull himself to his feet. Covel spots this and tosses the chair to Cassian. Jaymes catches it as Covel comes forward, raising his leg into the air. Jaymes ducks the superkick attempt and quickly turns, swinging the chair around as well.

The chair connects with the top of Covel’s head with a force that could make you sick. Covel slumps over and falls, only to be caught by the ropes. Jaymes drops the chair and runs past Covel, hopping onto the top turnbuckle. John begins stumbling out of the ropes as Cassian leaps, splashing Covel’s back and pushing him forward to land face first on the steel chair. The crowd is really buzzing as Jaymes rolls off of Covel and retrieves the chair, heading for the ropes. Covel gets to a knee and crawls to the ropes, using them to bring himself to his feet. As he rises, we can see the red trickle of blood flowing down his face from a laceration just above his right eye.

SA: Covel has been busted open!

HJ: And it doesn’t look like Cassian is done with that chair!

Covel gets to a vertical stance and turns around. Jaymes stands on the apron, holding the chair. He tosses it forward to Covel, who catches it as Jaymes grabs the top rope and leaps upwards. He lands on the top rope and springboards forwards, dropkicking the steel back into the face of Covel.

Jaymes scrambles over and hooks Covel’s leg as Hardy comes in for the count.

ONE…..TWO…..THR……OHHHHHHH!

SA: Covel got the shoulder up!

HJ: What a dropkick and Covel was able to kick out!

Jaymes sits up and runs his hands through his hair, not believing that Covel just kicked out. He’s definitely agitated now as he stands and retrieves the chair again. He opens it up and sets it right in the center of the ring before returning to John and bringing him to his feet. Cassian walks Covel over in front of the chair and hits the ropes. He comes back, but is met with a right hand from Covel. Covel fires another right hand, followed by a forearm. But on the third right hand, Jaymes ducks and ends up behind Covel. He ducks under John’s arm and lifts up, falling backwards. Covel falls dangerously high on his neck and back, crushing the steel chair upon impact.

SA: BACK DROP DRIVER ONTO THE CHAIR! THIS HAS GOT TO BE IT!

HJ: CAN YOU SAY UPSET?!

Jaymes turns over and covers Covel as the crowd lets out a mixed reaction. They’d love to see Cassian win but hate to see John lose. Hardy slides in for the count as the crowd is very vocal.

ONE…..TWO……THREE……..OHHHHHHHHHHH!

Jaymes sits up and looks to the referee, who hold two fingers in the air and taps his shoulder. Yes, Covel had gotten the shoulder up with Brent Hardy’s hand just centimeters from the canvas. Jaymes stands and kicks the mangled chair away before hopping out of the ring and heading for the time keeper. He grabs another chair and slides into the ring. He leaves the chair on the mat and moves in on Covel, bringing him to a standing position. Cassian lays a forearm into the side of Covel’s head, followed by another. He grabs his arm and whips him into the ropes, dropping down for a backdrop. Covel rebounds and hooks Jaymes’ head, spinning around and nailing a DDT out of desperation. The crowd explodes as both men collapse to their backs, forcing Brent Hardy to start his ten count.

ONE!.....TWO!.......THREE!....

Neither man has stirred.

FOUR!.....FIVE!.......SIX!

Both men begin to move.

SEVEN!.....EIGHT!....

Both men use the ropes to get to their feet and turn, charging forward. Jaymes attempts a clothesline, but Covel ducks it and stops immediately turning around and catching Cassian with a boot to the gut. Jaymes slumps over, where John quickly hooks his arms and legs, lifting him up and turning ninety degrees before driving him to the mat with a packaged piledriver. The crowd explodes as Covel turns Jaymes over and hooks the leg.

ONE…..TWO……THREEEEE………OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

SA: KICKOUT!!!! JAYMES JUST KICKED OUT OF THE PACKAGED PILEDRIVER!!

HJ: I think a lot of people have a newfound respect for that man!

Covel looks to Jaymes with his own look of disbelief before standing and bringing Cassian up as well. Covel raises a European uppercut into his face before turning and nailing a Russian leg sweep. Covel stands and retrieves the chair, heading for the outside. He climbs through the ropes to the apron and climbs up the turnbuckle. His foot slips off of the top turnbuckle, causing him to hop down and restart his climb. He successfully perches himself on the top rope this time, but is met with a right hand from a groggy Cassian Jaymes. Covel teeters a bit but doesn’t fall as Jaymes nails another right. This one causes John to drop the chair back into the ring. Jaymes reaches back and nails one more that drops Covel to a sitting position on the top rope. Cassian kicks the chair towards the center of the ring and then re-focuses on Covel by swinging his legs over the ropes and back into the ring. Jaymes turns around and reaches backwards, grabbing John’s head.

SA: Jaymes could be looking for a top rope version of his Hollywood Fame cutter!

HJ: I’d have to say that that could end Covel’s night!

Jaymes runs forward, pulling John off the ropes. John is able to land on his feet and quickly lift Jaymes up, flipping him over his head. Cassian lands on his feet behind Covel and then pushes off John’s back, leapfrogging back over. Covel spins Jaymes around and raises a boot to his stomach. He shoves Cassian under his legs and lifts up, holding him vertically. Covel wraps an arm around Jaymes’ leg and interlocks his fingers.

SA: ERA! ERA!!

Covel takes a step forward and then falls to his knees, driving Jaymes onto the steel chair with the modified cradle piledriver. Jaymes falls to his stomach as Covel catches himself with his hands. Covel turns Jaymes over and falls forward, hooking the leg. Brent Hardy slides into position and counts the three as the crowd explodes.

DING

DING

DING

SKYE: You’re winner of the match…. “The Insane Extremist” John COOOOVEEEEL!!!

SA: What match!

HJ: And that was just for a shot to fight for the title. I can’t imagine what might happen in the title match next week!

SA: You’re right. We’ll find out who Covel will be facing later tonight. But I don’t think this is the last we’ve heard from Cassian Jaymes.

Back in the ring, Covel stands on one of the turnbuckles, slapping his chest and making belt motions along his waist. He hops down and sees Cassian Jaymes kneeling a few feet away. Covel pauses for a second and then takes a few slow steps forward. Cassian looks up to Covel through the winces of pain that fill his face as John leans forward and grabs his arm. John pulls Cassian to his feet and extends his hand as Jaymes holds his head. Jaymes takes just a second to hesitate and then accepts the handshake from Covel. Covel releases his grip and walks past Jaymes, slapping him on the back.

Winner: "The Insane Extremeist" John Covel

The Encounter
Starring: Jorge Samuelsson, The Preacher

We head to the locker room area where Jorge Samuelsson is sitting with his War Hammer. All of a sudden, entering into the room is the Preacher.

The Preacher: You think you are bad ass for taking out Marin last week, don't you?

Raising his eyes he simply looks holes through Preacher, but does not say a word.

The Preacher walks over and takes the hammer from Samuelsson's grasp.

The Preacher: Fine Scandinavian craftsmanship went into the manufacture of this piece, didn't it? Your father perhaps? Maybe a fellow villager bequeathed this to you on his death bed. Doesn't matter, really. Because this isn't going to be allowed in the ring tonight.

The Preacher goes to hand the hammer back to Samuelsson, but before Samuelsson can take possession of it, the Preacher drops it to the floor.

Raising an eyebrow he looks at Preacher. Grins as he stands and looks down at him using his foot he kicks the edge of the hammers handle up into his hand and then looks at Preacher with no emotion upon his face. He speaks slowly making sure Preacher understands every word.

Samuelsson: I do not need a weapon to crush someone. I am the embodiment of strength and rage. Your attempts to distract me fall well below there tended target little man. Get to the point your presence is beginning to annoy me.

Preacher: You don't have one person, this week. You have two. I seriously doubt your "strength and rage" though. If we were in the ring, I would make you tap until you were pleading to enter Valhalla.

Samuelsson: In which dream little man.

Preacher: In reality.

Laughing heartily he stares down Preacher and speaks.

Samuelsson: Make a note of this little man know more about your opponent before you brag. The two men in the ring will be leaving on stretchers.

The Preacher looks Samuelsson in the eye.

Preacher: Then I guess mine will just have to leave in a body bag.

Samuelsson: You don't impress or even in the slightest intimidate me. Your ego will ebb your downfall. I have more important things to do be gone from my sight plebian.

Samuelsson throws his hammer over his shoulder and exits the locker room disappearing into the corridor.

The Man Arrives
Starring: Security Team, Evan Jackson

All was quiet in the parking lot of Tampa Convention Centre as KillZone neared intermission time. The security posted by Derek Silver had been having a very quiet night and it seemed that fears of an unwelcome visitor were unfounded. At least, that was the case until a jet black Porsche Cayman glided into the lot and the man who was to be banned from the arena stepped out.

As Evan Jackson made his way across the lot towards the rear entrance , security moves into action, two men standing across the entrance.

“I’m sorry sir, you’re not permitted to enter. Orders of Mr Silver.”

The former Universal champion stops in his tracks and laughs, shaking his head in disbelief.

“And why is that? No, wait, let me guess. I’d say that Mr Silver is afraid that I will come in and do something crazy, cause a scene, maybe destroy some FUSE property or interrupt a match. Am I right?”

The guards exchange uneasy glances, before the leader nods his head.

“I think it’s something like that.”

Another laugh from Jackson.

“Well, I can’t say I blame him, given the circumstances under which I was suspended. I’ll tell you what though, if you could go and get Mr Silver for me, I’d appreciate it.”

Again, the guards look at each other, as if trying to make a group decision. After a few seconds the leader turns back to Jackson.

“We can’t leave our post sir but we can call Mr Silver for you.”

“Thank you. I’ll be in my car.”

Jackson turns and walks back to the Porsche as the head guard lifts his walkie talkie to his mouth.

“Mr Silver, we have a visitor for you.”

M A T C H    # 2

Handicap Rules
Starring: The Martian, Connor Chesney, The Preacher

“Superbeast” starts to play as Mary comes out onto the ramp, wearing a purple Victorian dress. She heads towards the ring and is followed shortly behind by the Preacher, who is wearing a pair of black pants, black boots, and black gloves.

SKYE: The following 2 on 1 handicapped match is scheduled for one fall. Making his way to the ring, first, from Detroit, Michigan. Weighing in at 265 pounds, The Preacher!

SA: Well, the Preacher looks ready for this 2-on-1 handicapped match.

HJ: So, who do you think the Preacher is going to face?

SA: From what I’ve heard, two new acquisitions by FUSE.

As the Preacher enters the ring, he waits. “Doctorin’ The Tardis” starts to play. Out from the entrance way comes…………

SA: What the hell is that?

HJ: (Laughs heartily)

SKYE: And his opponents, first from Cydonia….

SA: Cydonia, that’s on MARS!

SKYE: Weighing 214 pounds on Earth. This is the….

SA: SKYE, don’t say it.

SKYE: MARTIAN!

SA: There, SKYE’s done gone and ruined our reputation as a wrestling company.

HJ: Ambrose, this is the funniest thing I’ve ever seen. And it’s asking for a mic.

Martian: Bah Weep Granah Weep Ninni Bong!

SA: God help us.

The Preacher isn’t too amused by the Martian, as he starts to beat on him. The Preacher whips him hard into the corner, following that up with a charging clothesline and bulldog, driving the Martian to the mat. The Preacher then brings the Martian back to his feet, only to hit a release German Suplex.

SA: The Preacher is starting to destroy the……..I just can’t say it, Hunter.

HJ: Sure you can…..it’s easy. Say it with me, The Martian.

SA: Do you know how ridiculous it is to say that, in a wrestling match?

HJ: At least……it isn’t a Zombie.

The Preacher continues the beat down on the Martian. The Preacher starts stomping a mudhole into the Martian’s midsection. This is followed up by the Preacher hitting a running boot to the Martian’s face. The Preacher brings the Martian back to his feet and takes him over with Saito Suplex.

SA: The velocity that was on that Suplex from the Preacher, may have sent that……thing…..back to where it came from.

HJ: Ambrose, I will get you to say Martian by the end of this match.

The Preacher brings the Martian back to his feet again, but gets attacked from behind by a man wearing a pair of red trunks with the Wyoming State Flag on the seat. The front says Chesney. Chesney starts to lay a few forearm shots into the Preacher’s jaw before clasping on a rear waist lock.

SA: I guess this is the other opponent that the Preacher has this week.

HJ: I know this guy! It’s the Wyoming Cowboy Connor Chesney!

SA: Don’t tell me, he’s from Brokeback Mountain.

HJ: Actually, I think he hated that movie.

Chesney tries to take the Preacher over with a takedown, but the Preacher is able to break out of the waist lock and take Chesney down with a short-arm clothesline. The Preacher holds Chesney’s wrist and brings him back to his feet. The Preacher graps him in a front waist lock and tosses him over with a belly to belly.

SA: The Preacher is cleaning house this week.

HJ: Think what Samuelsson is going to do this week against his opponents.

The Preacher sends The Martian into the corner, and follows this up by whipping Chesney in as well. The Preacher charges the corner hard, sandwiching both the Wyoming Cowboy and the Martian into the corner. The Preacher grasps the Martian and suplexes both men out of the corner.

SA: That was probably 450 pounds that the Preacher just suplexed out of the corner.

HJ: I know. That was totally awesome.

The Preacher kicks Chesney in the midsection and throws him over the top and to the floor. The Martian gets to a knee, only to catch a Japanese Shining Wizard for the troubles. The Preacher then latches onto the Southern Cross, causing the Martian to submit quickly.

SKYE: The Winner of this match, the PREACHER!

SA: The Preacher made quick work out of the Space Case and the Wyoming Cowboy.

HJ: Yes he did.

Winner: The Preacher

A Surprising Demand
Starring: Derek Silver, Evan Jackson

Derek Silver was not a happy man. He’d thought his instructions had been clear - Evan Jackson should not be allowed in. It wasn’t a huge leap, even for rent-a-cops, to realise that he’d also meant don’t let Jackson wait in the parking lot either. So when he got a call asking him to come and speak to Jackson, he was slightly pissed.

And then, abruptly, he was in the parking lot, the security at the door parting like the red sea to let their boss through. The head guard waves the figure in the Porsche over before turning to Silver.

“Here he is now sir.”

Jackson stops a few feet away, a respectable, non-threatening distance, chosen to put the Network Executive at ease.

“Well Derek, we meet at last.”

“It’s Mr Silver to you.”

“Whatever Derek, let’s not get bogged down in irrelevancies. I’m here to tell you that I’m ready to be put back on the active roster.”

Silver laughs out loud at this turning back to the impassive guards as if to say ‘Is this guy for real?’. However, the laugh is cut off as Jackson hands him a small file.

“In there is a copy of my contract, I’m sure you’re already familiar with it but in case you aren’t, I draw your attention to paragraph 3.17.”

Silver flips to said section and after passing his eyes across it, his face falls.

“What the he-”

“As you see Mr Silver, my contract is secured and also, if you continue to the next paragraph, you’ll see that all my medical bills are to be paid for by the FUSE owner, namely Steven Caldera.”

“This is bullshit Jackson, our lawyers wi-”

“No they won’t Derek, and you know it. Have a nice day and I’ll see you next week.”

Jackson turns and walks a few steps before pausing and turning, shaking his finger at Silver, smiling and laughing slightly.

“I almost forgot. Paragraph 9.23, my rematch clause. You can expect me to cash it in soon, so make sure that belt is kept warm for me.”

This time Jackson really is finished, climbing into his car and flashing a grin at the cameras as he drives off. Silver’s looks furious.

M A T C H    # 3

Handicap Rules
Starring: Runamok, Justin Illusion, Jorge Samuelsson

SKYE: The following contest is a handicap match and it is scheduled for one fall……..introducing first……..

A rock version of the Mexican National Anthem starts to play as a masked wrestler enters the arena.

SA: At least…..it isn’t what we saw earlier tonight against the Preacher.

SKYE: From Tijuana, Mexico. He’s weighing in at 172 pounds. Runamok.

SA: Runamok, from Tijuana, Mexico making his debut tonight. And what a match to make that debut in.

As Runamok makes it to the ring, the music turns into “Closer” from Nine Inch Nails.

SKYE: And introducing his partner, from Seattle, Washington……

Out from the entrance comes a man with a long dirty blonde hair, goatee, torn black jeans and a FUSE T-Shirt. He holds a Kendo Stick high over his head.

SKYE: Weighing in at 220 pounds. This is Justin Illusion.

HJ: He’s just an illusion? Where’s the real wrestler?

SA: That’s Justin. His name is Justin Illusion.

HJ: Sorry, but it sounded like SKYE said Justin Illusion.

SA: Justin Illusion, who has come here from Ultraviolent Wrestling, making his in-ring debut tonight as well.

As Justin Illusion gets in the ring, the music fades out. “Bodies” fills the arena as the Jorge Samuelsson enters the arena.

SKYE: Now introducing their opponent, from Trondheim, Norway……

HJ: The guy is from Norway, and he uses Bodies as entrance music. I never really understood that. SA: Not everyone likes Death Metal, Hunter.

Samuelsson makes his short walk towards the ring, the capacity crowd already has an idea of what’s going to happen.

“Jorge is gonna kill you! Jorge is gonna kill you!”

SKYE: Jorge Samuelsson!

HJ: Ambrose, this seems unfair to me. Jorge Samuelsson outweighs his opponents…..combined.

Runamok starts to sprint and spin around the ring as Samuelsson enters the ring. Just as Runamok gets to Samuelsson, he’s grabbed and thrown over the top and to the floor.

SA: See you later, Runamok, and thank you for playing.

Illusion comes in and swings his Kendo Stick at Samuelsson, who catches it and takes it from his hands. Jorge simply snaps it like it was a twig, to the amazement of the former Ultraviolent Wrestler.

HJ: It’s a good thing he’s wearing dark colored pants.

“Jorge is gonna kill you! Jorge is gonna kill you!”

SA: He just put Alexis Marin on the shelf for the foreseeable future. What do you think he’s going to do to Justin Illusion?

HJ: I think the fans have that answer.

Jorge grabs Illusion by the throat. He then lifts him up for a military press. Runamok has gotten to the top rope and comes off for a missile dropkick, only to have Justin thrown on him mid flight.

“That was awesome! (Clap, Clap, clapclap, Clap) That was awesome!”

Jorge brings Runamok to his feet and clasps on the Cobra Clutch. Samuelsson lifts him in the air and swings him like he’s a rag doll. Finally, Samuelsson releases the hold, sending the luchador back out of the ring. He then brings Justin Illusion back up and lifts him up for a vertical suplex.

SA: Oh no. This is the Ragnarok, the move that Samuelsson used last week to put Alexis Marin out of action.

HJ: And it looks like we aren’t going to be seeing Justin Illusion back anytime soon either.

Jorge drops Illusion into the spike piledriver that completes the Ragnarok. Illusion bounces off the mat and lands hard on his back. The referee comes over to check Illusion out and calls for the bell. The referee confers with SKYE for a moment.

SKYE: The referee has stopped this contest. The winner of the match, Jorge Samuelsson.

SA: Jorge Samuelsson made rather short work of Runamok and Justin Illusion this week. The paramedics are on their way out here to check up on Illusion, who doesn’t seem to be moving.

HJ: Thus ends the short and pointless FUSE tenure of Justin Illusion.

Winner: Jorge Samuelsson

The Introduction
Starring: Duke Williams

The East Hall of the Tampa Convention Center is at a fiery buzz. The action that has been presented by Fuse so far this night has already got the people stiring, got them fired up, and everyone is ready to cut loose and show what they have.

Enter Duke Williams. The Malice Man. The man of the people.

Standing near a concession stand, where there is some beer to be found of course (though we all know he'd rather have some Wild Turkey~!!!) Duke Williams has a smile on his face. He knows that tonight he has an announcement to make.

Duke Williams: How're all my hosses here in Tampa doin' on this fine June evenin'?

The crowd, in the arena part of the Convention Center, cheer loudly. As loud as 4,000 people packed on top of one another could possibly ever cheer. This is the Malice Man you know. Known world wide to every single wrestling fan who hasn't been living under a rock for the past decade.

Duke: Tonight I have announcements to make. We all know that this old hoss has the right to pick one person to enter the Custom Chaos title chase and I have to pick three people to enter the Universal championship. Those are some big decisions to be made by me tonight and believe me I'm gonna make good ones.

The crowd once again cheer at the mention of the gold belts and who Duke might be considering.

Duke: But I've also got one other announcement to make tonight that doesn't concern those belts but is just as important to me. I'm not goin' to reveal any of it at this moment. Why you might ask?

The fans in the arena all begin to chant why just for the fun of it. This makes Duke smile as they went right to the water that the was leading them to.

Duke: 'Cause that is how I do things! I do things on my own schedule, how I want, and believe me there isn't a hoss out there who can crack whip with The Malice Man!

Duke starts to walk off the camera before he stops, turns and smiles back into the camera.

Duke: Not even Caldera or his hired ass jockey Silver.

This time Duke walks off the camera and the shot returns to inside the arena area.

A Tortured Debut
Starring: Derek Silver, Vance Raymes

Walking down the corridor towards Derek Silvers office is none other than FUSE’s newest talent, Vance Raymes. “The Tortured Artist” has his hoodie up covering most of his face. His grey eyes shone out from the shadow that was being cast across it. He took a few sips from a bottle of water and continued on his path to the Executive’s office.

Shortly thereafter, he came upon the office door of Mr. Silvers. Hesitating for a moment with a knock, he finally rapped his fist on the door a few times. After a second of silence, he heard the rather unwelcoming voice of Derek Silver.

Derek Silver: Come in.

Raymes twisted the knob and entered the well lit office. Derek Silver, sitting behind his desk slowly looked up to see who was disturbing him. Vance closed the door and made his way over to the desk, greeting the Network Exec.

Vance Raymes: Nice to meet you, name’s Raymes.

He turns his attention back to the paperwork on the desk, before responding.

Derek Silver: Is there a purpose for this intrusion, Mister Raymes?

Vance closed one eye a little bit, completing his look of confusion at the hostility of Silver.

Vance Raymes: All I know is that I am supposed to come to you to sign my contract. Do you have it here?

Derek Silver: The final draft should be under that stack of paper.

Now usually, Vance didn’t take kindly to being treated with a lack of respect. But in order to avoid trouble, he looked under the stack of papers that Silver motioned to and dug out the contract that had the FUSE Wrestling logo on top and his own name printed in big bold letters just below it. He read over the legal document quickly.

Vance Raymes: Wait a second, says here I’m being deducted a certain percentage for travel expenses. I made it quite clear on the phone that I travel to the events on my own.

With a grunt, Silver turns his head up.

Derek Silver: All talent is charged a certain travel fee, whether or not they travel with the company.

Now it was Vance’s turn to be a little hostile. Derek Silver was talking to him like he was no better than an annoying fly stuck in the room, buzzing around his head. He leaned on the desk with both hands and then bent down to come face to face with Silver.

Vance Raymes: Ok look, I get it. You run the show here, what you say goes right? I can accept that. But the last thing I need is some piss ant, snotty suit turning up his nose at me, blatantly flaunting his money and power to me. Far as I can see it, FUSE needs me here. I could take this contract, rip it up and walk out of here no worse than I was when I drove up to the building. But that wouldn’t be in your best interest now would it Mr. Silver? So I think you should pay better attention and give me the respect I deserve.

Silver perks up.

Derek Silver: Fine. Here’s the contract. As I said, we deduct a certain travel percentage from all of the talents contracts. You could hitch a ride to an event and we still deduct. It’s the way business goes Mr. Raymes. However, the base contract is a bit higher than what we pay our new hires because we thought of you as a catch. So it all evens out. Is there a problem with that?

Raymes shook his head. At least he was being treated like he was actually in the room. But Silver rubbed him the wrong way since he walked into the office. He reached for the pen that was sitting upright in the pen holder and scribbled his name across the signature line.

Vance Raymes: I suppose, given your attitude, that you aren’t the one to thank for giving me the chance tonight?

Silver scoffed, reaching for the contract and filing it away in a folder that was on his desk. Vance Raymes was an official member of FUSE Wrestling.

Derek Silver: Hell no, I’d never give a newb a shot that quick. That was all Duke Williams’ decision. Thank him. But you should thank me for giving you the contract.

Raymes turned for the door leading to the hallway. He opened it a little and then turned back to Silver who was rather surprised at the abrupt actions by “The Tortured Artist”.

Vance Raymes: Two things you should know about me Silver. First, I have a BIG problem with authority and pissy authority figures. And second, just because I am a part of the talent around here, doesn’t mean I will accept being pushed around by guys like you. You signed me cause of my size, power and marketing possibilities. Don’t be fooled, I won’t take any crap. Remember that.

Vance then exited the office, slamming the door which made Silver jump a little. Had he made a big mistake?

The first words of Satan
Starring: Dominique, Xantippe

The perfect skin of Dominique glowed under the lighting directed toward her. She adjusted her black wavy hair in the monitor off screen before realising that the cute red light on the camera meant that she was on-air. Quickly she raised the microphone to her lips and addressed the camera.

"Dominique here, standing backstage with the Livewire Champion, Xantippe. Xantippe…" she said, turning to her left looking slightly off camera.

Dominique was confused. She was certain that he had been stood by her side ready to go on the air. Xantippe was billed to speak for the first time on FUSE Television, but it appeared as if tonight may not be the night after all. She looked around, and then off camera.

"Jeff, where's Xantippe?"

It was clear from Dominique's response that Jeff was no wiser than she on the whereabouts of her interviewee.

Moments passed in silence. Gathering herself together Dominique looked back in to the camera.

"Ladies and gentlemen, it seems Xantippe has been dragged away on other busine—"

This was not true. The studio lighting brightened, the bulbs soon shattered plunging the scene in to absolute darkness. A moment later the screams of FUSE's most popular on-screen face outside of the ring made the camera shake for a second before static covered the big screen of the arena and the screens of those watching at home.

Do not alter your sets.

M A T C H    # 4

Custom CHAOS Tournament
Starring: Andre Jenson, Vance Raymes

'Chop Suey' begins pumping into the arena and the fans all stand to get their first look at one of the newest Fuse signings, Vance Raymes. A moment later Raymes walks through the curtains to the top of the stage and stands there a moment to stare down at the ring he is about to enter. He is an impressive sight, no doubt, about it.

Skye: Making his way to the ring, standing in at six feet seven inches tall and weighing in at three hundred twenty-one pounds, he is 'The Tortured Artist' Vance RAAAAYYYYMMMMMEEEEESSSS!

The crowd gives a respectful response to the enormous newcomer to Fuse Wrestling. Vance makes his way down to the ring and simply steps up onto the apron and then into the ring where he awaits the arrival of his opponent.

SA: This man is a impressive sight.

HJ: Let's hope he is at least half as entertaining a wrestler as he is big otherwise we're going to be very bored out here tonight.

'O-Fortuna' begins to play replacing the sounds of 'Chop Suey' and the fans give a decent little reaction having seen Jenson just last week in an impressive win.

Jenson makes his way down to the ring and slides in as Skye announces his arrival.

SKYE: Entering the ring at this moment standing in at six feet six inches tall and weighing in at two hundred fifteen pounds, he is Andre JEEENNNSSSOOONNN!!!

HJ: This joker again? I thought we had all of him we needed to see last week?

SA: Jenson won in impressive fashion last week Hunter. You could try giving a person some respect for once.

HJ: He won?

As Scott rolls his eyes at the stupidity of his partner the bell rings signaling the beginning of the contest between Jenson and the much larger Raymes. The two slowly circle one another for several moments before Raymes goes to make the first move and throws a heavy punch that Jenson is just able to dodge out of the way of and hit Raymes in the middle of his back with a forearm. Raymes quickly spins around and goes for yet another punch that looks as if it would cave the side of a truck in if he lands it only for Jenson to once more use his speed to move out of the way and this time catch Raymes with a forearm to the side of the head. Raymes quickly shakes off the shot and turns just in time to catch a face full of boots that sends him stumbling back into the ropes from a well placed dropkick by Jenson. Jenson doesn't waste a moment of time before he flies in and dropkicks Raymes in the right thigh. This causes Raymes to have to lean more on the ropes to keep from going down but he still doesn't go down to the mat. Finally, showing a bit of frustration at not being able to drop Raymes to the mat, Jenson bounces off the opposite ropes and comes flying in looking for a flying forearm shot.

SA: OH! Raymes just caught Jenson out of the air as if he was a child.

HJ: Maybe he'll spank him like a stupid child as well for boring me with this offense.

Raymes quickly throws Jenson over his head and out of the ring with a fall-away-slam type of move only with the obvious fact that Jenson flew out of the ring and Raymes didn't actually drop to the mat. The fans groan as Jenson slams off the mats outside with a very sick sounding thud. After shaking some of the pain out of his leg Raymes drops down and rolls out of the ring in pursuit of Jenson who is at this point getting up to his feet. It doesn't last long though as he slowly turns around and manages to just catch a glimpse of the freight train known as Raymes before he flips him inside out with a sick clothesline that sends him right back to the mats on the outside. The crowd pops for the serious display of power by Raymes.

HJ: This Raymes guy is pretty impressive with that powerful attack he has. That is one of the best clotheslines I've ever seen in my life.

SA: Impressive indeed. I'm sure glad I'm not Jenson right now.

At this moment Raymes makes his way over to Jenson and after a couple of well placed boots to the chest and ribs leans down and lifts Jenson up and holds him in a bearhug position before running and ramming him back first into the steel post. Once. Twice. Then a third time before dropping him to the mats that surround the ring once more, writhing in pain. A moment later and Raymes grabs him by the head and rolls him into the ring where he quickly drops an elbow on him and then covers him for the first pin of the night.

1...

2...

3. Shoulder up! Just in time Jenson is able to barely get a shoulder off the mat and can't do anything else before Raymes is lifting him back up off the mat and then slamming him right back down to it with a vicious vertical suplex. Jenson bounces off the mat and rolls to the otherside of the ring near the ropes once more as the fans begin to really get into the match as Jenson slowly tries to make his way to his feet before Raymes makes his way over to him. In an attempt to defend himself Jenson throws a wild punch that connects with the side of Raymes head. The large man just shakes it off and throws one of his own that rocks Jenson back up against the ropes but he bounces off of them and returns the favor with another shot of his own that this time cause Raymes head to turn to one side. It is short lived, however, as he quickly turns back and lands a punch of his own again that once more rocks Jenson into the ropes. This time he bounces off of them and ducks under another punch attempt by Raymes and makes the big man stumble forward with a well placed, and hard, kick to the back of his leg. He follows it up with two more that send Raymes to the ropes for support before leveling the big man with a chop block that finally takes Raymes off his feet.

SA: Jenson is finally able to chop the red wood down and get him to the mat.

HJ: But can the loser possibly do anything to capitalize on this completly lucky turn of fortune?

As quickly as he can, still trying to shake off the pain in his back and head, Jenson drops a knee into the leg of Raymes. Jenson then grabs both of Ryames legs and drags him into the middle of the ring and locks in a figure four leg lock, attempting to capitalize on the work he has done to the leg of Raymes. The big man begins to slam his fists on the mat in pain as he is too far from the ropes to reach them.

SA: An absolutely solid strategy being implimented by Jenson tonight. He has done a great job of not getting caught in a battle of power with this much larger man.

HJ: I'm just impressed that he knows how to lock a figure four in. But wait...I don't think he is in nearly as good a spot as he might have thought.

Sure enough, in the ring, with nothing else to do but fight out of it the much stronger Raymes simply turns himself over and reverses the pressure of the figure four on Jenson. Jenson immediately begins to flail in pain and quickly unlocks the figure four to get out of it. He crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself up, turns and runs toward Raymes who hasn't yet got to his feet.

HJ: LIGHTS OUT! PARTY IS OVER FOR JENSON!

SA: WHAT A SICKING KICK TO THE FACE!

'HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!'

Sure enough a big boot to the face stops all the momentum that Jenson had been building up. You might think it's weird to see the crowd chant like that for a simple boot to the face but trust me if you could have just seen this thing you'd understand. Raymes could more than likely have punted Jensons head a hundred fifty yards if it hadn't managed to some how stay attached to his body. Wasting absolutely no time at all Raymes picks Jenson up by the head, whips him into the ropes and then drops him with a devastating Side-Walk Slam.

SA: He calls that Undertow and as I understand it's a signal for what is to come.

HJ: I believe he calls the end Drawing the Line and I believe you're right.

Jenson is powerless at this point to do anything as Raymes places him into postion in a double underhook before lifting him into the air and them absoltuely driving him through the mat with a Pearl River Plunge.

HJ: Thanks for coming Andre.

Raymes drops to the mat and hooks the legs.

1...

2...

3...

SKYE: The winner of the match via pinfall....VANCE RAYMES!!!!

SA: An impressive debut by the powerhouse Raymes. He showed a bit of technical proweress in this match by being able to get out of that figure four and was absolutely dominate with his amazing strength.

HJ: I'm more impressed the ring didn't cave in from that finish. Jenson looked like his back snapped right in half when he hit the mat.

Winner: Vance Raymes

???
Starring: Derek Silver, Jake Jennings, Duke Williams

'Honkey Tonk Heros' begins to play and all the fans come to their feet and begin to cheer as loud as possible. The arrival of the Commissioner is upon them and a moment later Duke Williams, smiling and holding a bottle of that Whiskey we all know he loves, walks out onto the ramp and begins his way toward the ring.

HJ: This guy had better watch what he does out here tonight. He already insulted both Mr. Caldera and Mr. Silver tonight. He could find himself in some trouble.

SA: He didn't insult Caldera. He simply stated a fact that we all knew would be true anyway.

HJ: I think you'd better decide whose team you're on pretty soon Scott before you find yourself in a lot of trouble. I understand that Mr. Caldera isn't going to be taking any crap from anyone and that includes his play by play guy.

Now in the ring Duke is granted a mic that he asked for and he begins to smile as he walks toward the center of the ring.

Duke: Are you ready to get Whiskey Bent and Hell Bound?

"YES!!!" is the response from the crowd.

Duke: Do we have anyone here tonight who is ready to do it Malice Style?

"YES!!!" is once again the loud and clear response from the crowd.

Duke: Well then lets get down to brass tacks and take care of some business. First on the list is my announce...

"Hold it right there!"

Duke is cut off by the voice of one Derek Silver. The arrival of Steven Calderas right hand man in Fuse-W brings about a very loud chorus of booing. Silver simply shrugs it off and makes his way toward the ring.

Silver: Stop this little announcement celebration at this instant.

Duke just stands there staring at Silver as the man makes his way into the ring with his microphone.

Silver: Before you can make any announcements Mr. Williams you've got to learn a few things about protocol and respect.

Duke: With all due respect Silver I'm not exactly interested in your protocol, rules, or restrictions at this moment. I have announcements to make ya jive?

Silver: The only announcements you have to make is that you're done out here tonight. You haven't given me the names of who you've chosen yet and therefor they simply can't be announced without the proper authorization.

Duke: I don't need the permission of a half fag in order to announce who I've chosen for the tournaments.

HJ: No he didn't. He just called his boss half a fag.

SA: Makes you wonder what the other half of Silver might be then doesn't it.

The fans laugh at Silver as he begins to become red faced.

Silver: You're starting to tread on thin ice Williams. Further more you appear to have another announcement that you didn't clear with me either. I'll need to know right now what that announcement is all about.

Duke: It's about doing things Malice Style.

The crowd pops again much to the annoyance of Silver.

Silver: I can assure you that you're not going to be doing anything "Malice Style" here Williams. This isn't PCW or PRIME run under that idiot Tyler Nelson. Here we have rules and chains of command that you WILL FOLLOW or you'll pay a serious price.

Duke: The only things I follow have short skirts with no panties underneath follow what I'm saying?

HJ: This man has no morals. Get him out of here.

SA: You're just mad cause you're not allowed to chase those short skirts.

Silver: This is your last chance Williams. Get out of this ring and meet me in my office or you're going to force me to resort to plan of action number two.

Duke simply scratches his beard as he thinks about it for a moment. Finally he looks out at the crowd and just shakes his head with a smile as they begin to grow loud once more. Duke then turns and grabs Silver by his suit jacket. This even surprised Silver himself.

Duke: I'm not here to be told what to do by you.

Silver: You're more of a dumb redneck than I thought.

At that very moment seven security officers start making their way toward the ring causing Duke to let Silver go and turn his attention toward what is clearly the "second plan of action".

Silver: If you gentlemen would please show Mr. Williams the consequences for not doing things the right way.

With that Silver slides out of the ring just as all seven security officers make their way into the ring and head for Duke. The fans begin to go nuts as Duke starts fighting them off landing rights and lefts that floor the first three who come with in reach. Unfortunately for Duke the numbers are not in his favor in any way and eventually all seven of them are on him like a pack of hungry wolves. Outside the ring Silver simply smiles as the fans begin to boo as loudly as possible.

SA: Look at Silver smile at his handy work. Big man having to get seven men to take care of a problem.

HJ: This is Duke's own fault. If he'd just tow the line then this sort of thing wouldn't be necassary.

SA: Do you ever get tired of cleaning that brown spot off your nose?

HJ: You would be one to resort to such a juiv...Hey who is that?

At that moment a man, well over six feet all and in pretty good shape, hopes over the guardrail from the crowd and slides into the ring. He immediately drives into the crowd of security and starts throwing haymakers. The crowd starts to go nuts as the stranger is helping Duke Williams over come the attack of the security. A moment later Duke is back to his feet and the two are fighting back to back and taking out the threat one guard at a time.

SA: Someone has come down here to right this wrong! Look at Williams and this man clean house!

HJ: WHoever this person is they just bought themselves a whole load of trouble. Take these two trouble makers to jail!!!

With Silver looking on quite aggitated the men begin to throw security out of the ring via over the top rope. A moment later it's down to just two security, Williams, and the stranger. The security guards stumble up and both turn, slowly, to face each of the two men.

SA: WHISKEY BENT AND HELL BOUND AND A PERFECTLY EXECUTED DDT!

Sure enough the two men drop the remaining guards at exactly the same time before kicking the remaining attackers out of the ring. The crowd is going nuts as finally Duke and the stranger turn and smile at one another before shaking hands. Duke then turns to Silver and simply smiles. He regains the mic, which was laying on the mat from the fight, and walks over toward the front of the ring where Silver is now making his way back up the ramp.

Duke: Since you saw fit to come out here and ruin my evening I'll just ruin yours. The man you see before you is my good friends, my protege' if you will, Jake Jennings and he is here to help me make sure things are done Malice Style around here!!!

The crowd explodes and Duke simply throws the mic down and the two friends make their way out of the ring and toward the back where a red-faced and fuming Derek Silver has just exited as well.

The first words of Satan II
Starring: Xantippe, Dominique

Dominique sat in the office of FUSE's head trainer. She rested on the edge of the bed as the head trainer scribbled notes in to her medical file. She seemed dishevelled and unnerved but otherwise unharmed. The door of the room clicked and swung open, a camera shook in to the room and lighting flooded in to the room. Dominique was handed a microphone as she jumped to her feet.

"He's here? Where? Outside? Now? Okay, let's go."

Dominique rushed out of the room and down the arenas hallway towards a pre-defined location. Looking around she found nobody but the crew that had followed her at pace down the hallway.

"You said he was here."

"What do you mean he was? 'Was' is no good to me, is it?"

"Well don't disturb me again until you get this sneaky bastard chained down or something, okay?" She exclaimed before brushing the hair from her face. She began to walk out of the scene but stopped abruptly. The scene paused on her shocked face before panning to the right.

A blood smeared message scrawled across the wall close to the curtain leading to the ringside area.

Rev 7-9

A cold shiver ran down Dominique's spine.

"We must never approach this creature again." She said in a cold whisper.

???
Starring: Derek Silver, Jake Jennings, Duke Williams

We return our shot to the back where we are in Derek Silvers office. He is still red faced and quite angry as he stares at both Duke Williams and Jake Jennings.

Silver: I don't know what kind of place you think we're running here Williams but I've had enough.

Duke: Is it my fault that you sent security down to kick my ass?

Silver: It is your fault that you allowed someone out of the stands to just come into the ring and attack security. This man isn't even part of the company. Major lawsuits could come out of this. Again I'd like you to understand, you ignorant hillbilly, that this isn't PRIME or PCW.

Duke: I know this isn't PCW or PRIME. Yes I might be a hillbilly but save the ignorant stuff for yourself. Jake here is part of Fuse. He is the newly hired wrestler I brought in. What? You didn't get the memo?

Silver casts him an ugly glare as Jake just smirks at Silver for the oversight.

Silver: You find something amusing here son?

Jake *No longer smiling*: First off I'm not you're son. Keep that in mind for future referance. Beyond that you're damn right I find this funny. It's always amusin' to see a corperate yuppie leave a situation red faced and perplexed.

Silver: You've made a very serious enemy here in Fuse-W Jennings. I, nor Mr. Caldera, are men you want to be butting heads with.

Jake: I reckon you'd like for me to believe that Silver. Problem is I've butted heads with men far tougher than you, not to mention the bulls, longhorn cattle, and other various life forms I've encountered with far more intelligence than you've displayed here tonight.

Silver: We'll just see who has the last laugh Jennings. Mark my words you will regret the actions of this night.

Jennings: I've regretted many things in my life Silver. Some how I just don't think anythin' that makes you and I less of friends is EVER goin' to be somethin' I regret.

Jennings then turns to Duke and slaps him on the shoulder.

Jake: Let's go get whiskey bent and hell bound. This guy is totally killin' the good buzz I was feelin' when I got here.

Duke: Music to these old ears hoss.

With that the two leave Silver to sit at his desk fuming over the situation. It's pretty clear that Jake has absolutely made a very powerful enemy on his first night in Fuse-W. Duke Williams...well he might have sealed his fate with his actions on this night. Clearly when word gets back to Caldera on what has went on there is going to be hell to pay.

M A T C H    # 5

Main Event Of the Night
Starring: Bobino, Xantippe (c)

“This is the New Shit” erupts from the PA system, and The New Darwinism stalks out onto the stage and the crowd gets to their feet. The Livewire Championship is on the line, and the anticipation is high. Bobino walks down the ramp way, and steps through the ropes.

As Bobino gathers himself in the ring, the house lights go out, and AC/DC slams through the speakers. The Livewire Champion, Xantippe, is standing on the top of the stage, grinning as he watches Bobino pace the ring. He hefts the championship on his shoulder, and begins his descent toward the ring. “Highway to Hell” blares throughout the house, and Xantippe steps up onto the apron, and over the top rope. He tosses the belt aside, and waits for the bell. However, Bobino has other plans. He charges with a clothesline, and Xantippe easily lifts his opponent into a spine-buster, rocking the ring. The bell rings, and the match begins officially.

SA: Disastrous power exhibited by Xantippe. Is he even human?

HJ: Don’t be ridiculous. He’s powerful, but he’s human.

Xantippe pulls Bobino to his feet, and explodes with a short arm clothesline. He then, without allowing any time to pass, lifts Bobino to his feet, then runs a fist into the man’s gut. Bobino topples backward into the turnbuckle. Xantippe follows, and raises a knee into his midsection. He then lifts Bobino onto the turnbuckle, and lifts him into an inhuman body toss. Bobino sails across the ring, practically landing on the opposite turnbuckle. The FUSE fans roar their approval. Bobino gathers to her knees, but is toppled by a hard boot to his ribs. Xantippe is beside himself with satisfaction as he watches Bobino squirm away. Before he can get very far, Xantippe grabs him by the neck, and carries him up and into a savage lifting DDT. Bobino’s head bounced off of the canvas as Xantippe drove it hard into the mat. Xantippe then tugged Bobino up to his feet, and delivered a brilliant belly-to-belly suplex. He followed the suplex, immediately, with a power slam. As Bobino showed more defiance, Xantippe sent a boot to his teeth, and lifted him into a sitting power bomb. Still trying to scramble away, Bobino was lifted to his feet, and brought to the canvas with a high angle Death Valley Driver. Xantippe did not slow down, nor pause in his assault. Bobino was getting the full impact of the man’s aggression.

SA: I bet Bobino wishes that he had prepared just a bit longer for this match.

HJ: Xantippe is a beast. He is heartless. This is a massacre.

HJ: That may be the end of it.

Bobino lies where he landed limply, and Xantippe stands, contemplating his next move. The Livewire Champion walks to where the Bobino is laying, and brings the man to his feet. With a chuckle, he lifts Bobino up, and delivers a dangerous backbreaker. AS Bobino’s back makes contact with Xantippe’s folded knee, The Dark Lord holds him, and lifts him up again, to bring him down on the knee harder. He repeats the motion three times before finally carrying Bobino into a modified piledriver.

SA: This is what the fans came to see. Thank God for FUSE!

HJ: The ref needs to get his ass in there and stop this.

SA: Why? It’s just getting good.

Xantippe is sending a message, and Bobino is hearing it loud and clear. Xantippe lifts Bobino to his feet, and The New Shit wobbles. Bobino is lifted above Xantippe’s head, and brought down into an insane stalling suplex. Xantippe rolled over, and began the pin.

1…

2….kickout!

HJ: I can’t believe that! Bobino got a shoulder up.

SA: He’s not very smart. He should just stay down.

HJ: This is for the Livewire Championship, can you blame him?

SA: Yes.

Xantippe, confused, looks at the ref, beginning to argue. Bobino, while Xantippe is distracted, rolls away to the outside. Xantippe turns, and begins the chase. Bobino staggers as he gets to the outside, and begins to gather his focus. Xantippe waits, and welcomes Bobino to get back into the ring. Bobino, thinking better of it, waits for the cobwebs to fade. He then waited for the ref’s 9-count before sliding back into the ring.

Xantippe charges forward, and Bobino meets him with a kick to the gut. The tide turns as Bobino staggers the giant, and follows with a suplex. However, he is unable to move his opponent, and Xantippe counters with a suplex of his own. The ring shakes loudly as Bobino’s body impacts upon the mat. Once again, Xantippe has earned control of the match.

SA: That shift in momentum didn’t last very long, did it?

HJ: Not exactly the result Bobino was looking for.

Bobino, as he had been so many times before, was lifted to his feet, and Xantippe carried him toward the turnbuckle, slamming him chest-first into the thinly padded steel clamp. Bobino slumped forward, and Xantippe gripped him from behind, lifting him to sit on the top turnbuckle. Xantippe then wrapped his massive arms around his neck, and unloaded with a dangerous reverse DDT from where he was perched. The fans, who once cheered, grew quiet as the match took on a very dark undertone. Xantippe was smiling wide as he drained the fight out of Bobino. He then rose, and lifted Bobino to his feet once again. Bobino took a wide swing, and Xantippe blocked the attack. He then pulled Bobino’s head between his knees, and lifted the man into his own version of the last ride. However, he ran, and tossed Bobino over the top rope, and sent the man sailing to the outside, landing through the announcer’s table. Scott and Hunter scurried out of the way just in time, and the only thing left of their table was a pile of wires and wood and Bobino’s limp body. Taking hand-held mics, they tried to continue doing their jobs. The fans jumped to their feet, and chanted “Holy Shit! Hoy Shit!”

HJ: My God! Did you see the sheer power of that man? This match must be over by now. Bobino is lifeless. He just took a fall that would cripple most men. Did you see how he crashed through our table? My God! This is chaos!

SA: Ladies and Gentlemen, welcome to FUSE wrestling.

Xantippe looked at the referee, waiting for the bell. But the referee pointed to Bobino, who was beginning to dig himself out of the wreckage, very slowly. Xantippe, growing impatient, dropped out of the ring, and began to pursue the win once and for all. Bobino crawled away, nursing his left arm, and wiping away the trickle of blood from his nose. Xantippe, not wanting to give the man a chance to recover, lifted him, and pressed him over his head in a military press. He then roared, and threw Bobino back-first into the steel ring post. The New Shit hit the steel like a sack of flour, and crashed to the ground with a sick thud. Bobino was near motionless, except for the small gestures he made to reach the ringside and pull himself up. The referee continued his count, and Bobino’s opportunity to take the championship grew further away with each second that passed. Xantippe slid into the ring, and reset the count for himself. He then rolled back out, and continued the destruction of Bobino.

HJ: I want to remind the fans that the title cannot change hands if the match ends in a count-out.

Xantippe then carried Bobino up, but was sent backwards by a hard punch to the lower abdomen. Despite the warning by the referee, Bobino’s efforts turned toward getting back into the ring. He threw one leg up onto the apron, and began to pull himself up. Just then Xantippe gripped his other leg, and attempted to pull him bavk out. Bobino kicked Xantippe back, and pulled himself back into the ring, saving himself from the count-out.

HJ: Smart move by Bobino and it looks like Xantippe is not too happy.

Xantippe kicked aside the steel steps, and then stepped up onto the apron. Bobino got to his feet, and charged, sending a kick into Xantippe’s chin. Xantippe was buckled, but held the ropes and retained his balance. Bobino then dropped back, and ran toward the opposite rope. Springing back, he unloaded a hard kick to Xantippe’s midsection, which caused Xantippe to drop down to one knee on the outside. Bobino gathered momentum, and ran to the opposite rope again, preparing to send Xantippe back with a hard flying elbow as he rose to his feet. However, Xantippe recovered and dodged the attack. Before Bobino could back away, Xantippe’s massive fist gripped him around the throat, and he was lead to the closest turnbuckle, where Xantippe lifted him up. Then, carefully climbing the ropes from the outside, Xantippe lifted Bobino, and delivered a diving Chokeslam to Hell. The entire ring bounced with the impact, and the fans grew silent as Bobino was left motionless. The ref made the finally 3-count, and Xantippe’s arm was raised as the reigning Livewire Champion.

HJ: This match over before it began, Ambrose. What more can I say?

SA: You can say that Xantippe is quickly making a name for himself and that Bobino was overmatched.

Winner: Still LiveWire Champion; Xantippe

A Major Announcement
Starring: Derek Silver

The office of Derek Silver hadn’t changed much in the last couple of hours, except for the fact that it’s occupant was slightly more stressed. At this current time his cellphone appeared glued to his ear.

“No, Marty, that is not okay! You’re sure there’s no way we can get round this?”

Whoever ‘Marty’ was, he obviously had a long point to detail, as for a good ten seconds Silver was silent. When he finally spoke, his voice told the story.

“Jesus H Christ! What do we pay you guys for?!”

The phone was snapped shut and Silver pauses for a moment, back to the camera, composing himself. When he turns around, he appears cool, calm and collected, though his voice still has a clear tone of irritation to it.

“Ladies and gentlemen, I have an announcement to make. After studying the fine print of the contract of Evan Jackson, it appears that he had a rematch clause inserted - a rematch that never took place under the old regime. So…”

Silver sighs, his reluctance apparent, before continuing.

“It’s with great…pleasure…that I announce Evan Jackson as the newest addition to the Asylum match. Thank you for your time.”

The camera fades to black.

The Dark Lord Cometh
Starring: Cassian Jaymes, Dante Alighieri

SA: Well folks, we’ve had a fast paced night so far, so why let it stop? Next up we have-

HJ: Hey look! That stupid timer’s nearly run down.

Sure enough, upon glancing at the large screen, we can see the timer has crept into under 5 minutes.

HJ: Screw the match, let’s see what happens here. Maybe we’ll get hookers!

SA: Oh behave.

From on top of the ramp emerges Cassian Jaymes. His face the epitome of annoyance, he storms to the ring, making sure his stomping feet cause maximum reverberation around the noisy arena.

HJ: Oh no way! I didn’t wait a week for that candyman!

SA: It’s not him! Look, the timer’s still counting down!

Jaymes climbs into the ring and gets a ring tossed into him. Pausing a moment to survey the crowd, he raises a finger to the large screen.

Jaymes: All week…all bloody week , all I’ve heard is countdown this and countdown that. Who do you think is going to emerge? Someone we know? Someone we don’t know? Well, I’m here today to tell one and all of you. I don’t. Give. A. Monkey’s. Fuck.

The crowd jeer as the timer creeps under two minutes.

Jaymes: I worked my balls off in this federation. Grappling, week in and week out to make a living, trying to gain myself some modest recognition through my performance. And then what happens? Guys like these numbskulls set up stunts like this to gain them some instant recognition. Well, you know what? This is one big entrance that is going to go out with a bang for all the wrong reasons.

HJ: Someone got the proverbial pine comb up the ass.

SA: …

Jaymes: So this is how it’s going to go down. I’ll wait to this stupid timer runs out, generic wrestler four will come out and give off about how he’s going to pwn this fed. He’s going to come down to the ring and I’m going to kick his ass.

The timer passes the 30 second mark as the crowd boo on, one eye at the top of the ramp.

Jaymes: So…any movement in the force?

At 15 seconds, the lights suddenly go out, the arena’s only source of light coming from the crimson red numbers that tick down. The lights suddenly flash on and there’s a man standing at the top of the ramp. An old man, no younger than 60. His pepper and salt colored hair is receededing, his eyes beady and piercing. Dressed in a black tunic of a Catholic priest he suddenly breaks his silence with a deep throated laugh that gives the fans of the arena shivers to the bones.

Even Jaymes remains silent, until a smile creeps across his face.

Ten

Nine

Eight

Jaymes: What? An old man?

Seven

Six

Five

SA: Uhoh…not the old man, the timer’s still ticking.

Four

Three

Two

HJ: And Jaymes still doesn’t know.

ONE

Simultaneously, the large screen’s numbering of 0:00:00:00 begins to flash in a strobe lighting affect and Jaymes begins screaming at the top of his lungs, the mic lying untouched on the mat.

SA: What the hell?!

The camera zooms in and we see it…a hand gripping his ankle with a death grip. A hand emerging from the mat itself.

HJ: Hey! Those things don’t come cheap you know!

Now Jaymes being dragged down, the old man almost keeling over with laughter, the crowd’s not knowing how to react. Vayme is being dragged down under the ring, screaming like he was being burned alive.

SA: Something tells em this isn’t some cheap stunt…Jaymes screaming like he’s being castrated!

HJ: Oh, he’s obviously in on the act. Give a few minutes and he’ll crawl out form under the ring “battered” and “bruised”

Jaymes gets dragged down further until his chest disappears, then his head then his outstretched arms. Then there’s silence as the crowd holds its breath and only the old man’s piercing screams of laughter provide the backdrop for the suspense. Then the suspense is ended.

BOOM!

Almost like an explosion, a splatter of blood shoots out from the hole and all around the ring.

HJ: Uhoh…

Then a head appears from the hold but it’s not Jaymes. The rest of his body follows suit and soon he’s standing, his feet spread between the hold, his arms outstretched as he looks to the heavens. And he’s covered from top to bottom in blood to the point his features can’t be made out.

Then the lights flash off and on and he and the old man are gone.

SA: Er…

The camera pans down onto the ring and the sight that’s seen causes a sharp intake of breath from the audience. For wrote in blood on the white of the mat is a single message.

“And From The Soil, The Red Will Raise”.

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