Custom CHAOS
Starring: John Covel, Vance Raymes

SA: It’s time to crown a new CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Champion folks! John Covel is set to take on Vance Raymes for the title and we don’t even know the stipulation yet!

HJ: I’m just wondering how Covel is going to be able to handle the big man. Covel is giving up eighty pounds to the six foot seven inch “Tortured Artist.”

Wake up,
Grab a brush and put a little (makeup),
Grab a brush and put a little,
Hide the scars to fade away the (shakeup)
Hide the scars to fade away the,
Why'd you leave the keys upon the table?
Here you go create another fable

“Chop Suey!” hits the speakers and the fans let out a chorus of cheers as Vance Raymes comes through the curtain and stands atop the stage. He looks out to the crowd before stepping forward and walking down the stage. When he reaches the ring, he steps up onto the apron and then lifts a leg over the top rope, stepping into the ring. He raises an arm into the air, bringing another small surge of cheers.

SA: Just look at the size of this guy. He’s huge.

HJ: I have a feeling that we are in for a brutal match up.

OUT OF MY WAY!

I can’t pass up this opportunity to make myself absurd,
I can’t pass up this opportunity to let myself be heard.
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me lose this all,
Would you, like to, be the one who sees me fall.

“Out Of My Way” by Seether blares over the sound system as the crowd explodes with cheers. After a few seconds of music, the curtain pushes open and John Covel flies through, stopping at the top of the stage. He looks out to the crowd much the same that Raymes did before taking his first step down the ramp.

SA: John Covel debuting some new entrance music here tonight!

HJ: Yes, sir. Not a bad tune.

Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up son, I’m doin’ this my way
Nobody’s gonna stand in my way
Give it up son, I’m doin’ this my way

Covel approaches the ring and hops to a knee on the apron. He stands and steps in between the top and middle ropes. As he straightens up, he slaps his chest with his right hand and then raises it into the air as he steps onto the middle rope, causing the fans to pop again. “Out Of My Way” fades from the speakers as the two competitors finally glance at each other.

SKYE: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a Tables, Ladders, Chairs, Light Tubes match for the FUSE Wrestling CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Championship. The only way to win this match is to scale the ladder and retrieve the title belt that is hanging above the ring.

The shot pans upwards to spot the title belt hanging. Both men lock their eyes to it, wanting to hold it in the worst way.

SA: A ladder match? I think Covel just got that eighty pounds back!

HJ: You’re not kidding. He has to have the advantage with his quickness.

SA: Not to mention his success in ladder matches. Covel is a perfect two for two in his ladder matches in FUSE. One of those was for the CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Championship as well.

HJ: But one has to remember. Covel won’t be able to climb that ladder if Raymes has crippled him with his power.

SA: That’s very true.

SKYE: Introducing first, from Las Vegas, Nevada. He weighs in at three hundred twenty-one pounds, this is “The Tortured Artist”, VAAAANCE RAAAAAAAAAAYMES!!!

The crowd pops at the sound of his name.

SKYE: And his opponent, from Mazon, Illinois. He weighs in at two hundred forty pounds. A former CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Champion, this is “The Insane Extremist” JOOOOHN COOOOOOOOVEEEEEL!!!!

DING

DING

DING

FUSE official Willy Parr motions for the bell as the two men begin circling each other. They come together in a collar and elbow tie up with Raymes gaining the fast advantage with a hammerlock. Covel fights the hold, eventually getting a foot or so in front of the big man. John tries to run forward and hit the ropes, but Raymes reaches forward and grabs his tights, pulling him back into a waist lock. Before Raymes can lift him up and over, Covel throws hard elbows back into the face of his opponent. This causes Raymes to release his grip and stumble backwards. Covel rushes forwards and hits the ropes, only to come back and get leveled with a spinning lariat.

SA: What a clothesline by Raymes!

HJ: I think Covel’s head is rolling around somewhere in the fifth row.

Raymes backs off as Covel gets to his feet, slightly shaken from the clothesline. He holds his neck, but moves back in on the big man, tying up again. For a second time, Raymes gets the advantage. This time he raises one of his huge knees into the chest of Covel. Covel doubles over, allowing Raymes to hook his head and arm and take him up and over with a suplex. Covel hits the mat hard, causing him to roll to his belly. Vance gets to his feet and moves back in, laying a few boots to the back of Covel’s head. After a few seconds of working that area of his body, Raymes leans in and hoists Covel to his feet. Raymes grabs Covel’s arm and sends him across the ring with an Irish whip. Covel hits the ropes and comes back, ducking another of those strong spinning lariats. John slams on the brakes and turns, surging forward with a forearm to the side of the head. He steps back and leaps forward again with another forearm shot. The big man staggers backwards a half step as Covel backs away and comes back in with a third forearm, this one stiffer than any of the others. That shot staggers Raymes backwards a couple of steps, allowing Covel to hit the ropes for momentum. He comes back, wanting to hit another leaping forearm, but Raymes raises his boot into the air and levels John with a big boot.

SA: Raymes levels Covel again!

HJ: Think of the headache he’s got now.

Covel rolls around on the mat, holding his head as Raymes looks down to him. Covel rolls away to the side of the ring and sits up, looking to the big man. Raymes stares at him with intensity. John reaches his feet and slowly moves back in towards Raymes. The two lock up again and the same result occurs. Raymes gains the advantage and spins around into a waist lock. Covel puts up a hell of a fight this time, leaving Vance no other option than to rush forward to the ropes. They hit the ropes and begin to fall backwards. Covel wraps his arms around the ropes in desperation, but it’s no use. Raymes’ size rips his hold on the ropes away. The two men roll in simultaneous backwards somersaults. Out of instinct the big man seals the roll up with a grasp of the legs, but Willy Parr reminds him that there are no pin falls.

SA: I think that pin fall attempt was out of instinct.

HJ: It was still a slip up.

Before he can get to his feet, Raymes is shoved forward by a surprising surge of strength from Covel. The big man stumbles forward, almost falling down after tripping over Covel’s foot. This gives John time to roll backwards and get to his feet as Raymes turns. Covel leaps and plants both feet in the sternum with a beautiful dropkick. “The Tortured Artist” reels backwards as Covel quickly gets to his feet. As Vance regains his balance and comes back forward, Covel hits the ropes and meets him in the center of the ring with a flying forearm that sends the big man back into the ropes. Covel lands on his feet and rushes over, pushing Raymes into the ropes and grabbing his arm. John tries to send him across the ring with a whip, but Vance is able to reverse it and send Covel into the ropes. John comes back and ducks a clothesline from the big man. He hits the ropes again and leaps forward, only to get caught in a bear hug by Raymes. Raymes adjusts him, holding him perpendicular to his own body. He readies himself and then falls to his back throwing Covel over head with a fall away slam.

SA: Covel just cannot mount any significant offense.

HJ: The Tortured Artist is there to put a stop to it at every turn.

Covel lies just under the bottom rope on one side of the ring as Raymes climbs to his feet near the center of the ring. Raymes moves forward towards Covel, but John rolls to the outside and out of his reach. Raymes steps over the top rope in pursuit of Covel, but John smartly slides into the ring and quickly gets to his feet as the big man steps to the floor. Covel hits the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and comes running back, leaping as Raymes turns to re-enter the ring and catches him in the face with a dropkick that sends the big man into the steel barrier at ring side. Covel gets back to his vertical base and begins to run towards the ropes again, but Raymes grabs a hold of his leg and trips him up. Covel’s face smacks the canvas hard, allowing Vance to step onto the apron and back into the ring. As Covel pushes himself to a knee, Raymes grabs him by the head and lifts him to his feet. He grabs Covel’s arm and sends him across the ring into the corner. Raymes comes charging in, but Covel raises a boot into his face, causing him to stumble backwards. Covel pushes himself up to a sitting position on the top rope and waits for the big man to turn around. Covel leaps and grabs Raymes’ head, driving him down with a modified tornado DDT.

SA: This may be what Covel needs! That DDT has Raymes down!

HJ: Covel is moving slowly towards the outside.

Covel rolls underneath the bottom rope and turns, grabbing the ladder and sliding it under the bottom rope. He slides in himself as Raymes begins to stand. Covel takes a hold of the ladder and rushes forwards, nailing Raymes in the shoulder. Vance falls back to his stomach after the shot. Covel sees his opportunity and opens the ladder and sets it underneath the belt. He starts to scramble up the steps. As he reaches the third from the top, he feels a tug on his leg. He looks down and spots Vance Raymes with a death grip on his boot. John tries to shake him off, but Raymes steps up a step and turns, reaching up and grabbing onto Covel’s thighs. Covel tries to hang onto the ladder desperately, but it’s no use. Raymes falls forwards, yanking Covel from the ladder.

THUUUUUD

Covel hits the mat hard from the powerbomb. The momentum of the two men is enough to roll Covel backwards and under the bottom rope to a kneeling position on the outside. Raymes spots his first chance for the belt and turns, looking to the ladder. He takes his first step up and the ladder holds.

SA: Raymes is going for the belt!

HJ: Think the ladder is strong enough to hold him?

Raymes cautiously steps up another rung and steadies himself. After a second or two he takes to more quick steps up and looks above him to the belt that is just out of his reach. He takes another step up, four from the top now and raises his arm, reaching for the belt. He is just barely able to graze the bottom of it, but as he begins to take another step up, Covel jumps into the air and uses the top rope to springboard him forward with a dropkick that connects with Raymes’ back. Vance loses his balance and falls to his right, catching his throat on the top rope. The ladder tips over and falls to the mat with the impact of the big man on the canvas. Raymes falls to his back and rolls to the outside under the bottom rope. Covel pushes himself to a knee and takes a deep breath before spotting Raymes staggering around on the outside. Covel hits the ropes and comes running across the ring, leaping into the air and flying to the outside with a picture perfect flying senton that lands him onto “The Tortured Artist.” Both men collapse to the ground as the crowd explodes with cheers.

FUSE! FUSE! FUSE! FUSE!

SA: Covel looks like he could be finally gaining some momentum here!

HJ: He can’t hesitate! Get back in there and go for the belt.

Covel is the first to his feet, moving around the ring to the time keeper’s area. He folds up a steel chair and readies it. He rounds the corner and swings just as Raymes gets to his feet.

THUUUUUUUUUUD

OHHHHHHHHH!

The chair connects with nothing but Vance Raymes’ skull, sending him back to the ground. Covel lifts the chair again and brings it down across the back of Raymes. He turns and walks back around in front of the time keeper and opens the chair, setting it in the middle of the walk. He grabs another chair and sets it across from the other. But he’s not done. He ducks back under the ring and searches for something else. With his head under the ring, John doesn’t notice Vance climbing to his feet. He stumbles around trying to gain his bearings and is finally able to shake the cobwebs out as he approaches Covel and lays a clubbing blow to his back. Covel emerges from under the ring as Raymes lands a few more forearms to the back before turning him around. Raymes lays a few right hands into the head of Covel before rearing back and landing a chop across John’s chest that echoes throughout the arena. This causes John to stumble backwards and flop into a seating position on one of the chairs he has set up. Raymes backs up to the steel barrier to his left and stares forward at Covel, still dazed and on the chair. Raymes begins to run forward, gaining speed with every step. Just a few feet from his target, Covel springs off the chair and drops down, tying Vance’s legs up with a drop toe hold that sends him crashing face first onto one of the chairs, crushing it.

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

SA: Raymes’ face just bounced off of that steel chair!

HJ: That looked like it hurt.

Raymes covers his face with his hands as Covel stands and looks to the fallen man. John’s glance moves away from his opponent and up to the championship belt hanging above the ring. Moving a little tenderly, John rolls into the ring and retrieves the fallen ladder. He sets it up and extends the legs, taking that first step up. He pauses before taking the next two steps and then looking out to the outside. Raymes is pushing himself under the bottom rope. Covel hops down from the ladder, not believing what he’s seeing. As Raymes gets to a knee inside the ring, Covel rushes forward and raises a boot that connects with Raymes head, sending him back to his stomach. Covel looks to the belt and then turns, hopping to the outside.

SA: He’s not going for the belt?

HJ: That yakuza kick nearly took off one of Raymes’ sideburns!

SA: Vance Raymes doesn’t have any hair on his head.

HJ: That’s because that yakuza kick from Covel just took it all off!

Covel grabs the one good chair that remains on the outside and tosses it over the ring, to the opposite side. He grabs the final chair from the time keeper’s area and begins making his way around the ring to the other chair. Covel drops it and lifts the ring apron skirt, heading back under the ring. After a moment, Covel emerges with a table in tow. He lifts it up and extends the legs before setting it into an upright position. Just the sight of the table causes the crowd to explode with cheers. Covel isn’t quite done. He drops back to his knees and begins searching under the ring again. While doing so, he is once again distracted from the movement of the big man back in the ring. Raymes has slowly gotten to his feet and is dragging the ladder to the corner. He places one end resting on the top turnbuckle before turning his attention to Covel. Covel comes back from under the ring, another table in tow. Just as he steps around to lift it up, Raymes reaches over the top rope and grabs at Covel. John dodges the first attempt and uses his quickness to slide into the ring and under the big man’s legs. Covel springs to his feet and waits for Vance to turn before leaping.

THUUUUUNK

SA: Leaping enziguri to the back of Raymes’ head!

HJ: Raymes is dazed!

The Tortured Artist stumbles towards the center of the ring as Covel gets back to his feet and backs into the corner opposite the ladder. As Raymes turns to face John, John runs forwards. Raymes gains his senses back just in time to catch Covel in a hug-type hold and lift him over head in one swift motion.

CA-THUUUUUUD

OHHHHHHHHHH!!!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!

The release belly to belly suplex from Raymes sent Covel crashing neck and head first onto the ladder in the corner. Covel collapses to the mat, holding his head and kicking his feet on the ground violently. Raymes gets back to his feet and approaches Covel again, lifting him to his feet. Covel is still practically limp from the landing he just took and thus cannot fight back. Raymes lays a few forearms to the side of Covel’s head before turning back to the ladder and shoving John under his legs. Raymes lifts Covel up for a powerbomb, but John wiggles his way free at the peak of the lift and falls to his feet in front of the big man. John lunges forwards with a clothesline attempt, but Raymes sidesteps it and ends up back behind Covel. He grabs John in a waist lock and doesn’t hesitate before lifting him up and over.

CA-THUUUUUUUUD

OHHHHHHHHH!!!!

FUSE!! FUSE!! FUSE!!!

SA: That release German suplex folded Covel up like an accordion on his neck for the second time in the last two minutes!

HJ: That could have been the final straw. His neck might be broken.

The ladder gives way and falls to the canvas, Covel still lying on top of it. Raymes notices this and turns his back to the downed Covel, moving to the two tables on the outside. He climbs out of the ring and grabs the table that was abandoned by Covel just minutes prior. Vance extends the legs and lifts one end of the table into the air, climbing back to the apron. He uses his brute strength to lift the table into air and carefully set it on top of the first. This brings an even bigger buzz from the crowd than the first table. Raymes glances over his shoulder and looks up to the belt, then to Covel. John has rolled off the ladder and is attempting to get to his feet. Raymes decides to take a chance and steps back into the ring, heading for the ladder. He walks it over to the center of the ring and sets it up, stepping onto the first rung. He looks down and spots no progress from the Insane Extremist. Raymes takes two more steps up the ladder and looks back down, seeing Covel almost to a standing position. Raymes takes another step up and reaches for the belt, grazing the bottom of it again. He takes another step up and steadies himself before reaching again. Just as his hand reaches the belt, the ladder begins to shake. Covel has slid from the ring and is looking under the ring for something. The sudden movement of a three hundred twenty pound man on a ladder is enough to cause the ladder to begin to teeter; eventually tipping enough that Raymes has to step off and land on his feet. As he sets the ladder back up and takes the first step up it, the crowd explodes as Covel slides back into the ring.

SA: Is that…?

HJ: A board covered in barbed wire!

Raymes knows he’s got to go back up quickly if he has any chance. He takes the first three steps in one movement and then stops to steady the ladder. He takes tow more quick steps and reaches for the belt. Just as his hand touches the belt, the ladder shakes again. Vance looks down and spots a beaten Covel scampering up the ladder, running on nothing but pure adrenaline. Not only that, but he’s got the board in his left hand. Covel reaches up and nails a right hand to the stomach of Raymes, causing him to take a step down. Covel steps up another two steps, coming face to face with The Tortured Artist. With his on free hand, Covel nails another right to the face before grasping the board with both hands and lifting it over his head. He tries to bring it down over the head of Raymes as the crowd buzzes in anticipation, but Vance lands a right hand to the temple of Covel. John can do nothing but drop the board and grasp the ladder so that he doesn’t fall. The board falls over the head of the big man and tumbles to the canvas, landing just a foot or two from the base of the ladder. Raymes attempts another right hand, but Covel blocks it and nails a forearm. Covel then reaches up and grabs Raymes’ head, slamming it into the top of the ladder. Raymes slumps over on the ladder as Covel takes two more steps up and jumping. He front flips over the top of the ladder, grabbing onto the thighs of the Tortured Artist and falling. Covel’s momentum is enough to pluck Raymes from his stance on the ladder and drive him down with a sunset flip powerbomb, right onto the barbed wire board. As Covel’s feet hit the ground, he leaps into the air and comes forward, landing directly on the sternum of Vance.

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!

HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!

THIS MATCH RULES!!!!

SA: Covel drives both feet into the chest of Vance Raymes with that double stomp after the sunset flip powerbomb.

HJ: And Raymes had that board covered in barbed wire under him too!

Covel’s momentum from the stomp has rolled him out of the ring, next to the tables. As Covel stands, Raymes rolls off of the board and holds his back. Pissed off, Raymes shoves the board away, right into the hands of John Covel. Covel lifts the board up and sets it in the center of the top table before hopping back to the floor and lifting the ring apron up again.

SA: How many goodies does he have under there?

HJ: He’s the “Insane Extremist”. He’s got to have these things.

Covel comes crawling out backwards as the crowd lets out a huge pop.

SA: Light tubes!

HJ: It is a Tables, Ladders, Chairs and Light Tubes match!

John sets them on the ground and retrieves the two chairs also at his feet. He hops back onto the apron with them in his hands and sets the on top of the top table. He opens one up and sets it off center to the right, followed by the other, which is off center to the left. Covel glances over his shoulder and spots the big man sitting up. This kicks Covel into high gear as he hops from the apron and retrieves the ten or so light tubes he has. He carefully gets to the apron and sets them on the chairs, spanning the gap.

SA: Look at that stack of….of…stuff!

HJ: I’d hate to be the man to go through that!

Covel is finally pleased with his set up and turns back to the ring, getting caught with a right from Raymes. Raymes grabs Covel by the head and leads him back into the ring. Raymes simply grabs Covel’s arm and whips him across the ring, right into the upright ladder. The ladder folds up and collapses as Covel stumbles backwards, right into a belly to back suplex from Vance Raymes that lands John high on his neck again. Raymes stands and lifts Covel from his downed position, leading him across the ring to the downed ladder. After a few right hands from Raymes, Covel staggers, just shy of the ladder. Raymes hits the ropes and comes running back, only for Covel to drop his shoulder. Covel grabs the big man by the waist, swinging around and dropping him onto the ladder with a sidewalk slam.

SA: Covel just hit Raymes with the Undertow!

HJ: This match is just wearing both men down. Neither is moving.

Not for long. Vance Raymes sits up, holding his back. The blow has only affected him a little bit, while it took a lot out of John. Raymes gets to his feet first with a look of determination and surprise on his face. He picks Covel up and raises a knee into his gut before shoving him underneath his legs and hooking his arms.

SA: Raymes could be going for that Drawing The Line driver!

HJ: I’d have to imagine that that would do Covel in.

But he reaches further down and hooks Covel’s legs as well. Raymes lifts him up and backs up a few steps, using his size and strength to keep Covel up. He runs forward and leaps into the air, landing on the ladder, driving Covel down with his own packaged piledriver.

OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Both men slump over in a heap. Covel is out from the fourth blow to the head he’s taken thus far and Raymes is simply taking this time to catch his breath. Both men seemingly begin to move at the same time, though Covel is much slower. Raymes turns and crawls over to the ladder, shoving Covel out of the way. Covel crawls over to the ropes and begins hoisting himself up as Raymes lifts the ladder and begins setting it up. As Raymes begins to steady it, Covel groggily gets to his feet.

SA: Covel is up, but he’s on unstable legs. He must still be out of it from that packaged piledriver!

HJ: But he’s still going after Raymes, though I’m not sure he can see straight.

Covel stumbles forward just as Vance takes the first step onto the ladder. Covel hits a few sloppy forearms to the back that have just enough force behind them to bring Raymes off the ladder. Covel lifts a knee into the gut of the big man and hooks his arm, head and reaches down, grabbing a leg as well. With just about all the strength he has left in him, Covel lifts and spins, driving Raymes to the mat with a spinning fisherman driver. Covel slowly begins to stir again, pushing himself to his feet. He stumbles over to the side of the ring and spills to the outside. He drops to a knee and raises the ring apron again, quickly retrieving a chair. He tosses it back into the ring and slides back in, moving in on Raymes. Vance is just getting to his feet as Covel reaches him, throwing a forearm. Covel nails repeated forearms that back Raymes into the ropes. Covel rears back and attempts another, but Raymes blocks it and nails a strong forearm of his own, knocking Covel backwards. Covel charges forward, but Raymes just drops his shoulder and lifts Covel up and over. Covel grabs the top rope and lands on the apron. Before Raymes can turn, Covel nails a forearm to the back of the head that sends the big man stumbling forward a few steps himself. He leans down as Covel leans back and stretches the top rope. Raymes straightens up just as John leaps into the air and lands on the top rope. In the split second that Covel takes to steady himself, Raymes spins and throws the chair in the air towards Covel.

THUUUUUUUUD

CRUUUUUUUUNCH

OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!

HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!!

SA: COVEL JUST WENT CRASHING THROUGH THAT STACK OF TABLES!

HJ: ONTO THOSE TWO STEEL CHAIRS AND THAT BARBED WIRE BOARD AS WELL!!

Raymes stands, looking outside to the pile of debris. After a few seconds of being stunned, Raymes looks above him and spots the belt. He turns and begins making his way up the ladder. He takes the first three steps quickly and then steadies himself. He steps up another rung and reaches up, just shy of the belt. He takes a deep breath and carefully steps up two more rungs, just two from the top now and reaches up. His hand grasps the belt, unlatching it and letting it fall into his other hand.

DING

DING

DING

SKYE: The winner of this match, and NEEEEEEWWW CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Champion, “The Tortured Artist” VANCE RAAAAAAAYMESSSS!

Raymes takes two steps down before hopping down to the mat and falling to a sitting position. The crowd erupts with cheers as Raymes clenches his belt. EMTs have rushed to ringside and are checking on the status of John Covel, who remains in the pile of debris.

SA: Vance Raymes has done it! He’s won the CUSTOM C.H.A.O.S Title!

HJ: What a match that was.

Winner: New Custom Chaos Champion; Vance Raymes

Gangster & A Gentleman
Starring: Jay Q.

The scene opens up in a beautiful house. The walls are colored white with frames of Jay Q. family, friends and wrestling pictures. The camera continues to scan the house and stops on a young man in his 20’s the young man is wearing a red bandanna no shirt with blue jeans and timberland boots. The young man is also holding a baby on his lap, he grabs the camera with his free hand and stares deep down into camera with a crazed look.

“Yah, probably looking at this and saying who is this kid. Well let me tell you something get use to this face because this is the new face you going to see around at FUSE. I’m the guy that’s going to raise hell and bring the drama to the ring. I’m the cat that’s going to……”

What the fuck is that smell.

“Yo…..tasha come here and get your son, you need to change him.”

A young beautiful Latin woman emerges out the back room. The young female is wearing red bra and panties with red high heels. She is tan skin slim and has curves all in the right places. She has long straight blonde hair, she walks over to Jay Q.

“Tasha, you finish in there with that trick? You need to change you damn son.” Jay Q tells tasha.

“Yes Pa. I just got threw with him.” She says while she wipes her mouth. “Come on give him here.”

Jay Q. passes the kid to his mother. The back room door opens and out emerges a husky white male puttining on his shirt. He walks towards tasha and hands her $100. He look’s at Jay Q. and they both nod at each other, he continues to walk towards the front door and exits the apartment. Tasha goes to the room in the back with her son to change his pampers.

“Like I said get use to this face, cause im coming to FUSE and im going to be cracking some motherf*cking head’s and that’s just what it is playa.”

The camera fades to black

Almost Enlightened
Starring: Evan Jackson, Dominique

It appeared that Evan Jackson was going to be allowed into the arena this week, judging from the lack of security guards watching him as he parks in the arena lot. The car of choice this week was a Lotus Exige, black, of course. He slides himself out of the low slung roadster and leisurely lifts a bag from the passenger seat, unhurried and seemingly here just to enjoy the show. But as he turns around towards the entrance, he is greeted by a familiar face.

“Dominique! It’s been a while, how are you?”

‘A stunningly hot object of lust for every male on the planet’ would have been a fair, if slightly immodest answer but the number one backstage reporter in FUSE goes instead with a simple.

“I’m fine Evan, it’s nice to see you back.”

He flashes her a smile then, the real one, not one of your boring, everyday ‘I’m not really that happy but I’ll pretend to be’ variety.

“I was just wondering if I could get a few words from you. About where you’ve been the last couple of months, what you’ve been up to, stuff like that.”

The smile is still there even as Jackson shakes his head in response.

“I’m sorry Dominique, I’d like to give you the exclusive scoop but this is something I want to tell everyone myself, out there, in the middle of the ring...”

Dominique’s face falls but brightens up again as the former LiveWire champion continues. “…But maybe I could take you for a drink later?”

“I’d like that.”

“I’ll come get you after the show.”

Jackson makes his way into the arena proper as Dominique bites her lip, an almost embarrassed smile on her face.

M A T C H    # 5

Main Event
Starring: Thanatos, Bobino

We return to ringside with a camera pointed on the inside of the stage. Sitting there with blood running from his head is Bobino, barely coherent as it streams down his face. Standing next to him his a large figure, who says nothing, turns, and is gone.

HJ: What the hell?

SA: Ladies and Gentlemen, we're scheduled to start our main event but it appears Bobino is.. Wait a damn minute!

Another monsterous figure makes his presense known lifting Bobino to his feet and throwing him down the aisle.

SA: Thanatos!

HJ: Huh?

SA: Thanatos is dragging Bobino to the ring, this man is in no shape to compete!

Throwing Bobino into the ring he hooks him, bringing him up to the top rope. Lifting Bobino onto his shoulder he leaps forward, landing a kneeling thunderfire bomb. Using his trademark pin, he makes a cover.

SA: THERE'S THE DOI!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Winner: Thanatos

Doing things Malice Style
Starring: Duke Williams, Damien Cruz

"The Latin Assassin" Damien Cruz pushed the door open with his crutch, and Duke Williams looked up from his Texas ribeye. The meat sat steaming, uncut, and filling the room with the second-most mouth watering aroma in the world. If you don't know the first; get out more. Williams was unamused by the interuption, so Damien, seeing that he would have to make it a short visit, got right down to business.

Damien: Just a moment of your time, Mr. Williams.

Williams put down his knife and fork, and nodded.

Duke: I'm listening as long as it takes for the butter to melt on the potatos. So make it quick.

DC: I don't know if you've made your choices for Asylum, but...

DW: Go on...

DC: I want in.

Duke Williams chuckled slightly, and looked at the cane.

DW: This isn't the Special Olympics, Hoss. You can't compete if you can't walk. Get healthy, hit the gym, and come back when you're back on both feet.

Duke then lifted his knife and fork, and took a hard swig of his Wild Turkey. Damien didn't move.

DC: I'll be ready, trust me. I wouldn't waste your time asking otherwise. Let me in the match, Williams. Give me the spot, and I'll show you what I can do.

Increasingly more annoyed, Williams placed the untensils down, and returned is attention to The Latin Assassin.

DW: I like the fight in you, little guy, but I'd have a hard time sleeping at night if I threw you to the wolves like that.

Damien Cruz shook his head, refusing to take no for an answer.

DC: I don't want to sit on the sidelines, and watch this from home. I'm ready, Duke. I'm ready.

Duke Williams stroked his chin, and waved Damien off.

DW: I'll think about it. Now get going.

Damien shrugged, accepting that this may be as good as it will get for him. He began to speak, but Duke waved him off again.

DW: Here's a bit of advise: the longer I have to wait to eat this, the worse your chances you'll get in the match, Hoss. So...git!

Damien rose, and Duke Williams lifted his knife and fork for the final time. When he put them down again, thirty-five bucks worth of the country's best beef was gone, as were three mugs of Wild Turkey. He was in a better mood.

Assembling a crew
Starring: Derek Silver

The smirking face of Derek Silver is shown, as he talks to one of the FUSE-W Backstage people over the intercom system.

Derek Silver: Excellent. I was hoping Team GCW Would be this strong, I have no doubt WE will capture the FUSE-W Universal title next week. No, keep this quiet. I'll release a statement later.

He takes his finger off the button as we fade

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