First Posted: February 9th 2010 by Johawn
And we’re back in the 1st Mariner Arena in Baltimore with the deafening ovation of the XWA crowd, ready for the event to start properly. A modest but spectacular display of fireworks sets off at the top of the ramp and we’re back live with Matthew Werner and Matt steel to kick off the live part of tonight’s broadcast.
Werner: Welcome back to XWA Final Countdown, where we’re ready to kick off the live event portion of our show. Thank you for bearing with us for our re-airing of Christmas Kaos, which was unaired in many parts of the country due to the weather conditions over the holiday period.
Steel: And we still have plenty to come here tonight, with some great matches scheduled. First up, we have the XWA vs. PRW vs. WFWF interpromotional battle between Jester, Hutton Brown and Trace Demon, but first, we are sad to bring the news of the passing of XWA alumnus, Martin Hart.
Werner: Martin had been battling pulmonary cancer for over a year, and, after an incredibly brave fight, finally succumbed as we aired Christmas Kaos. Michael Hart, better known to XWA fans as Tempest, is understandably absent tonight, a night where we pay tribute to a fantastic competitor and a great man.
The scene fades into a darkened room, empty of decorations or furniture except for a simple metal chair. A man is on the chair with his back to the camera sat reverse with his arms up learnt on what would be the backrest. The camera slowly starts to creep towards the man
Man:[/b] Martin… Ha, he wasn’t everyone’s favourite, hell, most people couldn’t stand the guy.
The camera creeps closer to the man and details start to become clearer, a slightly battered leathers bikers jacket dominates the middle of the screen, dirty jeans and the back of a white set of converse fill out the rest. The camera pans up the back and scruffy spiked hair comes into view
Man: A lot of people are probably going to come and out claim they were best friends with him, that he was a role model, a “good worker”. A lot of people are hypocrites.
The camera starts to pan around him and some of his features start to come into focus, people out in the crowd start to whisper, questioning each other with guesses and predictions
Man: Me… I liked the man, although… my morals have always been on the, shall we say… questionable side.
The camera fully turns to expose the face of the man in question, Angelus. There is a loud mixed reaction from the crowd, cheers for the reappearance of a XWA Hall of Famer (Ha) mixed in with heinous shouts and boo’s because he is basically a massive prick. A smile slowly spreads across Angelus’ face.[/b]
Angelus: We weren’t best friends; he could drink though, man… could he drink! That made him good enough in my books, we would hit the bars together sometimes, I’ll tell you another thing, that motherfucker was smooth with the chica’s.
The smile brakes into a massive grin, there are a few quiet laughs with the men in the crowd.
Angelus: Obviously not as smooth as myself, but for a yank the boy did good. This one time on the London tour I took him out in a few of my old hot spots because I came over to…
Angelus scans the camera from left to right as if he was surveying the land over the outside of the screen and says his next words with extremely sarcasm.[/b]
Angelus: .. this wonderful country…
Few boo’s from the crowd[/b]
Angelus: We tore the place up.
Angelus laughs to himself and looks down as if he was remembering the scene, shaking his head slightly as he laughs, he reaches up to push the hair back from his face, turn back up to face the camera.
Angelus: I mean, literally tore the place up, I still can’t go back there… This is a man who lived his life. Who did whatever the fuck he wanted. No rules, no morals, no mercy.
Angelus reaches down out of camera short for a second and picks something up from the floor.[/b]
Angelus: No man deserves to go out the way he did… we all have to go sometime though, right?
The smile disappears from Angelus’ face, replaced with a grave look.[/b]
Angelus: I have always thought it was better to burn out than fade away.
The smile returns although there is a slight look of sorrow in his eyes
Angelus:[/b] Save me a seat down there fella, when I join you, we’ll really start some shit.
Angelus lifts the item he picked up from the floor earlier, it’s a bottle of Jameson’s.
Angelus: Here’s to you.
Angelus takes a swig from the bottle as the camera fades to black as the crowd cheer in appreciation of some rare nice words from Angelus.
Werner: Touching words from an unorthodox man, to say the least. But hell, if Angelus can kick back and drink a few with a guy, you know he’s a guy worth knowing.
Steel: Haha, damn right! I know it’s not the best circumstances, but it’s great to see him back here. And we’ll have more tributes as the night goes on, but up next we have our first match! Our very own Jester will fight for XWA’s pride here, as he takes on Hutton Brown and Trace Demon in a triple threat, tri-promotion war!
The ever symbolic blare of the trumpets greets the broadcast of XWA’s The Final Countdown as “The Final Countdown” by Europe keeps the fans mildly entertained during the intermission. The fans sit upon the very edge of their seats for the next contest to begin. A contest where in which not only is every man’s pride upon the line, but the respect of the company in which they represent is as well. The 1st Mariner Arena of Baltimore, Maryland is packed to capacity with XWA fans upon this chilly winter’s eve, those very fans brought to their feet as the ring bell chimes three times in quick succession.
Keri Thames:[/b] Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is the XWA vs. PRW vs. WFWF Challenge! It will be held under Triple Threat rules and is scheduled for one fa-
A heavy rustle and murmur before sudden excitement breaks loose from the crowd, throwing off Keri’s concentration as she makes the opening match introduction. It is for good reason however as a man is seen pushing his way through the crowded, working his way as quickly as possible past fans in the front rows to the barricade.[/b]
Matthew Werner: Well would you get a good look at this Matt, it’s Jester! Apparently, Jester doesn’t feel like waiting to get this match started.
Matt Steel: Jester is a member of the XWA Hall of Fame Matthew. If he doesn’t want to wait for this to start, then he really doesn’t have to.
Climbing onto the barricade before jumping down to the floor, Jester makes his way to the ring without hesitation before rolling in under the bottom rope. He seems perturbed as he returns to his feet, as if the fans had been an inconvenience to him as he’d made his way to the squared circle.
Thames: In the ring, representing XWA; from New York, New York; weighing in at two hundred and thirty eight pounds; he is an XWA Hall of Famer, Jester!
A mixed reaction from the fans greets the introduction of Jester, fans excited to see the return of the XWA Veteran while others possibly remembering past incidents including him. Jester, however, doesn’t seem the slightest bit concern by their feelings towards him and instead stalks off to a far corner. Leaning into it, Jester unofficially proclaims it to be the XWA corner of the ring.
Thames: And his opponent…
Sounding more like the heavy volume of a violin rather than a guitar, the opening chords of an unknown song leave the fans a tad more than confused as to who to expect next. Yet as the song turns towards a more traditional rock and roll piece, a column of steam erupts from the top of the ramp. It’s appearance signifies to the fans in attendance as to who they are about to see and it brings forth a chorus of cheers for said competitor.
Thames: Making his way to the ring, accompanied by Chelsey Lynn Garner; representing PRW; from Manhattan, New York; weighing in at two hundred and twenty five pounds; he is one half of the PRW Tag Team Champions; Hutton Brown!
Stepping forth from the column of steam with Chelsey Lynn Garner in toe, Hutton wastes little time in working his way down the ramp as “Rebirthing” by Skillet picks up. His PRW Tag Team Championship belt hangs tight around his waist, Brown’s white haori trailing to his sides and keeping the gold in plain sight. As Hutton reaches the midway point of his march to the squared circle, Brown brings his procession to a halt and adopts a wide stance as he removes his championship belt from around his waist. Hoisting the championship above his head, Hutton is cast in a silhouette of explosions as pyrotechnics in various colors explode behind him.
Werner: It may not be a world championship, but Hutton Brown surely seems pleased with the fact that he can currently be called a champion.
Steel: Hutton openly admitted that he may have not taken Dan Bennett as seriously as he should have at Christmas Kaos. From what I’ve been told, he became incredibly focused at PRW Christmas Carnage and rallied his team to a victory, to win that piece of Tag Team Gold.
The stunning display of his entrance complete, Brown waists little more time in moving to the squared circle to meet Jester. Discarding his haori and handing his championship to Chelsey, Brown dashes through the last few steps and slides into the ring underneath the bottom rope. His eyes locked upon Jester as he climbs back to his feet, Brown makes his way to the parallel as “Rebirthing” and the fans slowly diminish.
Thames: And their opponent…
“Dance with the Devil” by Breaking Benjamin brings a mixed reaction from the fans filling the 1st Mariner Arena now, the arrival of the WFWF Owner and Champion uncertain amongst those within the crowd. A wall of fire bursts from the ramp only for Trace Demon to walk through the without hesitation, the fire brushing off his skin like a smooth towel rather than an object of destruction.
Thames: Representing WFWF; from Ontario, Canada; weighing in at two hundred and thirty pounds; he is one hall of the WFWF Tag Team Champions, the WFWF Champion, and the Owner of the WFWF; Trace Demon!
Knowing he won’t have a proper chance to showboat once he enters the ring, Demon holds both of his titles into the air as he marches slowly down the ramp. Arriving at the squared circle without pause, Trace hands both his championship belts off to an attendant at ringside before climbing to the apron and entering through the to and second rope. The three competitors takes time to engage in a triple threat staredown as Demon’s music finally dies down, Referee Thomas J Tickles waving for the bell.
Steel: Can you believe the caliber of superstars we have assembled within our ring right now Matthew? This match hasn’t even started yet and I’m already getting excited.
Werner: Only in XWA can you find something of this magnitude Matt, for the XWA is always looking to push things to their utmost limits.
The bell at ringside chimes three times in quick succession, signifying the beginning of the contest as the three competitors slowly begin to step towards each other. The gladiators of the three greatest companies in the wrestling world hold their ground, each man waiting for the others to make the initial strike that would bring them to war. The tactical mind of Jester warns him not to make the first strike while Trace Demon seems to be trying to determine who is the greater threat. This leaves only Hutton Brown to make the first move, which The Rated x Superstar has very little trouble in doing as he fires a quick right hand into Demon’s jaw. Trace isn’t overly stunned by the attack but Brown spins around as Jester tries to take advantage of the situation, instead receiving a right hand of his own for his troubles.
Werner: I can’t say how smart an idea it was to just attack first and leave yourself open, but Hutton seems to want to both of his opponent’s on at once. Seems foolish.
Steel: He’ll have to go about doing so sooner or later Matthew, so I would assume Hutton has just decided to go with sooner. It’s not a bad plan, but it has the potential to backfire.
Hutton’s intended plan starts out with some rather unordinary success, Brown able to drive back both of his opponent back with rotating punches. A hard forearm from The Rated X Superstar catches Trace in the jaw and sends him staggering back into the ropes, Brown able to turn his full attention on the XWA Veteran Jester. Call it ring rust or lack of preparation of what-have-you, but Jester doesn’t seem to be able to focus himself tonight. Able to block the first right hand from Brown, a left jab to the ribs breaks through the petty defenses of The Funnyman quickly before Hutton lays on three precise and powerful punches. The third punch sends Jester reeling into a corner in a daze as Trace Demon comes from behind and tosses Brown over the top rope to the floor in one swift powerful attack. As Chelsey moves to her man, the WFWF Champion watches Jester try to snap himself out of whatever funk he finds himself in. Not waiting around long enough for the XWA Veteran to do it, Demon charges Jester without a second thought.
Steel: Jester seems to be struggling to get his head in the game and now Hutton goes flying out of the ring. Trace Demon has certainly come here tonight to win it.
Werner: This isn’t looking good for XWA Matt, with Jester suffering a horrid case of ring rust it seems. Come on Jester, snap out of it!
Charging forward at the stunned Jester, Trace connects with a full charging body slam into The Funnyman as he crushes the XWA Veteran in the corner. Jester gasps visibly for air as Demon steps away from him and crosses the ring to the opposite corner, from whence he’d came. Remaining in the corner as he struggles to secure the oxygen his lunges desperately desire, Jester watches as the WFWF Champion charges in at him a second time. This time however, the XWA Veteran is a little more prepared. Shoving his right shoulder out at the oncoming Demon, Jester connects solidly with his aggressor’s jaw and sends him staggering off to his side. Hitting the ropes at an awkward angle, Demon actually rolls backward through the top and second rope before hitting the floor with a thud. The damage caused is not overly effective, but the stunning effect seems to put Trace out of action for the moment. It would have been a welcome break for Jester, had Hutton Brown not climbed back into the ring with a chair in hand; Chelsey on the apron holding a microphone for her lover.
Hutton: This match is now officially, PRW Rules!
As Chelsey drops to the floor once again, Hutton charges the corner Jester still finds himself propped up in. With the chair clenched tightly within the grip of his right hand, Brown closes the distance as quickly as he can before The Rated X Superstar leaps into the air. Battered, beaten, and overall worn out, Jester watches as Brown soars towards him but finds not the immediate strength move clear of the projected path. Pulling the chair close to his chest as he comes crashing down upon the XWA Veteran, Hutton’s own modified stinger splash serves to cause massive damage to both Jester and himself.
Werner: PRW Rules? Doesn’t Hutton realize that this triple threat match is being held with no disqualifications?
Steel:[/b] I’m sure he is well aware of that fact Matthew, and I think it was more for the crowd than himself. Just listen to the fans now Matthew, just listen.
Falling to his back upon the canvas and rolling backward, Brown rises to a kneeling position as he clutches his chest in the aftermath of such a daring manoeuvre. The chair is left in the hands of Jester, the XWA Veteran clutching it to his chest as his eyes look slightly vacant. The chair finally manages to fall from his grasp and the loss of it causes Jester to double over slightly, leaning his chest against the top rope. The pain on his end beginning to subside at least slightly, The Rated X Messiah slowly returns to his feet before he begins to close in on Jester once more. Yet after only two steps Brown senses a presence behind him and spins, having just barely enough time to duck under the boot aimed for his skull as Trace Demon finally reinserts himself it the contest.
Steel:[/b] That stinger splash of Hutton’s was an utterly reckless move as far as I can tell Matthew, but it truly seems to have done its job.
Werner:[/b] It’s the kind of thing I guess we have to expect from Hutton in the future, as he’s known to be able to mix hardcore elements to most of his fighting style.
Demon’s running boot, aimed for the head of The Rated X Superstar, grazes the hair upon the top of Brown’s head before it makes contact with the next object to lie in its path; the head of The Funnyman. Still shaken from the vicious effects of the stinger splash, Jester is hardly aware of the match around him until the boot does make contact with the side of his skull. The impact is easily enough to force the XWA Veteran throw the top and second rope, Jester hitting the padded concrete floor with a dull thud. Tickles moves quickly to the ropes to assess the damage done but has hardly any time before Trace drives a kick into the stomach of Hutton Brown, doubling over Brown and putting Hutton’s head between his legs.
Werner: Holy hell Matt, did you just see that? Jester was nearly beheaded by that vicious boot from Trace Demon.
Steel: And now Demon perhaps looking for the Demonstration of Hell. He’s underhooking the arms and, wait! Hutton counters!
The WFWF Champion seems primed and ready to bring this match to an end as he underhooks the right arm of The Rated X Superstar, priming himself for his finishing maneuver. What he doesn’t expect however, is for Hutton to pull his head from of Trace’s grasp and spin to his right; Demon’s arm now locked in Brown’s grip. The momentum on his side as he spins, Brown drops to the canvas as he finishes, his grip upon the arm of Trace Demon bringing the WFWF Veteran down to the canvas with him. Brown’s arms move quickly, dragging Demon’s arm to his legs and quickly securing the arm before wrapping his hands around Trace’s jaw, The Shatterpoint locked in tight.
Steel: Hutton gets The Shatterpoint! Just look at the eyes of Trace Demon and that right there will tell you everything you need to know about the hold he has now found himself in.
Werner:[/b] Just look at the placement of that hold Matt. Hutton perfectly positioning himself and Trace dead center of the ring, making Trace’s of escape just that much more difficult.
The fans within the 1st Mariner Arena are on their feet as Demon howls in agony, the effects of The Shatterpoint quickly putting Trace into a different realm of hell. Brown cranks up the pressure of his finishing move, shouting above Trace’s cries of pain for the WFWF Champion to tap out and save himself. But Demon is determined to hold on, his free right arm swinging out wildly in a vein attempt at reaching the ring ropes. The Rated X Superstar refuses to let up, increasing the pressure of the hold and the chance of serious injury to Trace Demon by the second as the WFWF Veteran refuses to quit. Demon plants his right hand firmly into the mat and uses it pull himself to the right, his one arm alone hardly able to pull the combined weight of his body plus the extra two hundred plus pounds of his opponent.
Werner: The pride of each man’s company is on the line here and you have to wonder how much each man is willing to endure in order to walk away the victor.
Steel: There is a line at which no wanting to lose and just being reckless meet. Trace Demon is going to need to find that line quickly, least he risk serious injury from prolonged exposure to The Shatterpoint.
Digging as deep as he can, Trace desperately pulls himself closer to the ropes with each painful press of his hand against the canvas. His howls of agony have grown progressively louder as he remains within the vicious grasp of The Shatterpoint for nearly thirty consecutive seconds. Continuing to demand that the WFWF Champion tap out, Brown keeps giving his hold all he’s got as Demon presses his palm down again and attempts to get closer to the ropes. Yet this last pull seems to be his last, The Shatterpoint draining the strength from Trace faster than he’d ever expected and leaving him with little to no chance of salvation. His right arm finally rising above his head, Trace Demon seems ready to tap before Jester, coming from literally nowhere, drops down and drives both his forearms into the back of The Rated X Superstar.[/b]
Steel: Jester saves the match! I’m not sure where the hell Jester just came from or when he even got back up, but Jester just saved the match!
Werner: Trace Demon was ready to tap out, and if Jester had come even two seconds later, I’d bet my hat that Demon would have tapped.
Beaten but obviously not out of the match just yet, Jester takes a good handful of Hutton’s hair before slowly pulling himself back to his feet; Hutton brought to his feet as well by The Funnyman. As they reach a vertical base, Jester scoops the dazed Brown up onto his shoulders before Hutton has a chance to start any kind of offensive. The Rated X Superstar struggles to pull himself from his perilous predicament but is unable to do so before the XWA Veteran presses him off his shoulders. Pulling Brown down to the canvas, Jester sends his knee straight up into the jaw of The Rated X Messiah; The Joke’s On You catching with pinpoint accuracy. The staggering impact snaps Brown straight before he stumbles backward and falls into the far corner, Jester’s eyes moving quickly to the slowly rising Trace Demon.
Werner: The Joke’s On You connects with Hutton’s jaw as Jester builds momentum once again. Now he’s the one looking to end this match!
Smith: Jester chose his spot to jump back into the fray and he sure seems to have chosen wisely. Trace is all but beaten and now Hutton is left in an utter daze.
Back to his feet Trace Demon turns around slowly upon uncertain steps, only to walk right into a huge kick to the midsection. The Funnyman applies a front facelock to the WFWF Champion before hooking an arm up over his shoulder; Jester hoisting Trace into the air with a huge vertical suplex. Holding Demon for a brief moment completely vertical, Jester suddenly shifts his position and, as Trace falls to the canvas, wraps his arms around Trace’s head to hit a huge cutter; The Killing Joke!
Werner: The Killing Joke! The Killing Joke! XWA is going to win this one! Jester is going to win this for XWA!
Steel: He can’t just yet Matthew, Hutton is still up. Jester just has to put away Hutton and this one belongs to XWA.
Allowing Trace to roll away from him as Hutton slowly stumbles out from the corner, Jester climbs to his feet and waits for Brown. The Rated X Messiah seems dazed and confused; his steps slow as he makes his way obliviously to the center of the squared circle. As Trace Demon rolls too far and falls to the floor, The Funnyman leaps into the air and aims a vicious Gamengiri kick at the head of Brown; but Punk’d finds nothing but air. Landing upon the canvas yet rising quickly, Jester is stunned as Brown catches his arm and spins underneath him for the arm wrench. But The Rated X Superstar isn’t even finishing with his wrench before he drops to the canvas again and pulls Jester down to the mat with him. The speed and quickness are stunning, but Hutton Brown locks the arm once again before, locking in the full effects of the move this time, locking in The Shatterpoint on Jester!
Steel: The Shatterpoint once again, this time on Jester! Jester’s gotta find a way out, gotta find a way to dig deep enough to make it to those ropes.
Werner: Hang in there Jester, hang in there. Trace is already getting up. Trace, you have to save Jester! Get in the ring and save him!
His body flailing wildly against the full restraints of The Shatterpoint, Jester’s howls of pain and agony far exceed those of Trace Demon’s own earlier in the contest. The WFWF Champion is able to see the action in the ring as he pulls himself up to one knee, leaning against the apron and trying to will his body forward to save his chances at victory. Jester’s free arm swings wildly before gripping the back of his head and pulling fiercely upon his own hair, his body begging for him to tap out. Hutton can see Trace slowly beginning to pull himself up onto the apron and pulls back as hard as he can upon the Crossface, demanding that Jester tap. And as Demon pulls one of his legs up to the apron, the XWA Veteran, The Funnyman, Jester taps out!
Jester Taps Out!
Werner: Jester tapped… I can’t…
Steel: Jester taps out, he taps out! And Hutton Brown claims victory here tonight!
Watching Jester tap out Trace Demon gives up and falls back to the floor, Hutton holding onto the hold a few moments longer than necessary before Tommy Tickles gets Brown to release it. Rolling over onto his stomach Brown runs his hands through his hair as Chelsey enters the ring quickly, wrapping her arms around Brown as he leans back on his knees. “Rebirthing” washes over the arena as the sold out crowd in the 1st Mariner Arena of Baltimore, Maryland goes wild for The Rated X Superstar.
Thames:[/b] Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner, representing PRW, Hutton Brown!
Climbing to his feet as the crowd continues to shower him with the most thunderous ovation Brown had ever received, Tickles hoists Hutton’s left hand into the air while Chelsey remains wrapped around his right. Tickles moves to check on Jester while Brown and Garner continue to celebrate his victory, and Trace Demon now takes his chance to reenter the ring. “Rebirthing” continues to take play while the fans die down some as Brown and Demon’s eyes lock in the center of the ring. It feels like great tension is about to breakdown, but the two finally smile at each other, Demon extending his hand to Brown. Hutton wastes no time in shaking it before Trace hoists Brown’s arm into the air; Chelsey raising the other as well. With Tickles and Jester disappearing from the ring, Brown, Garner, and Demon make rounds of the ring as Brown’s hands are raised; Demon finally departing as Brown and Garner continue to celebrate. Handed his PRW Tag Team Championship belt Brown climbs a turnbuckle, hoisting his gold into the air as Chelsey stands to his right, the ovation from the fans for Hutton Brown seeming to never die.
Werner: …man. We lost. How did we lose!?
Steel: Hutton Brown was the better man tonight, Werner. And he’s not XWA, but he’s a fine athlete and we have a nice show of respect to him from our fans here.
Werner: …I guess. Psch. Speaking of respect, though…
Steel: Nice segue.
Werner: Thanks! Speaking of respect, we have Dan Bennett standing by with another tribute to our lost brother, Martin Hart. Now, I have to admit, I’m not the biggest fan of Dan Bennett. His behaviour has, a lot of times, been questionable, but this is a classy move.
Steel: No doubt about it, Werner. This is a time when wrestlers pull together, no gimmicks or animosity, and just pay tribute to a good man. Let’s go to Dan Bennett.
The camera fades in to the locker room of Bennett, and he is sitting in his regular clothes, glasses on, with cell phone in hand clicking away at the miniaturized keyboard underneath the display. Strangely enough, as large as his fingers are, he types fairly quickly. For a moment he stops, looks up at the camera, and the camera gets closer. The camera pans down to his hand, which quickly types, "B-R-B HAVE COMPANY." Bennett pushes the send button and waits for the message sent, then quickly snaps the phone shut and the camera quickly backs up. Bennett pockets the phone and looks into the camera with a sense of grief, his eyes find the ground swiftly.
Dan: Took you long enough to get here, Christ. This is important to me, and maybe to him, so get this the first time, you're not gonna catch me like this again.
Bennett, usually sure of himself and steady, is fidgeting a little bit and looking down more than in the camera. He looks directly into the camera and reaches up, removing his glasses and placing them one-leg in his Alice In Chains t-shirt. He then sits forward in the chair and leans in towards the camera, his elbows on his thighs.
Dan: Look, I know how it feels to lose someone so close. Not so close as brother, but close enough. It was my mother, you see. She died last year, and the only explanation I was given was natural causes... What naturally causes someone to die!? Nothing, that's what! They refused to tell me anymore about it. I wanted to kill someone.
His eyes well up a little bit, and though he keeps his tough-guy exterior on a little bit, the viewers can tell this is hitting close to home. Bennett looks up for a few seconds to let the tears drain back in, then he takes a deep breath and continues.
Dan: Just... All I can say is... Well, keep strong, man. I know we don't know each other, but that's a serious blow. You need to keep your head up. We all have hard times in our lives, and I want to let you know I'm here for you if you need me. I'm always available, and I'm a good shoulder to cry on if you need it. Just remember that, Michael...
Bennett then stands up and the cameraman, caught off guard, doesn't move the camera in time but still manages to catch Bennett walking out of the room. The camera begins to fade, but before it goes black, a sound is heard through the quiet...
Dan: HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! Oh my God, I'm so sorry, I couldn't keep a straight face... That was rich, that was some of my BEST work! AHAHA, wow, I'm so proud of myself it's sickening!
Bennett walks back into the room, laughing and holding his gut as the camera fades back into him. The expression on his face is pure sarcasm and completely smug. He walks over to the chair and flops down.
Dan: You didn't ACTUALLY believe I cared about Tempest or his brother-no-more, did you? Or my complete respect for him? Or my sob story about my mom dying? If you did, you're in for a rude awakening... None of that garbage was sincere. None of it. Who gives a shit about the cripple dying? Who cares? Certainly not me, the man was in a wheelchair. IN A WHEELCHAIR! What kind of life can you live through someone else's eyes, seriously?
He reclines his body in the chair once more and crosses left-over-right lazily, relaxing and smirking at the camera as he spreads his arms over the back of the chair.
Dan: I could give a damn about him, about Tempest, about all that nonsense... In fact, I hope this reaches you in time, "Mikey", then maybe you'll whine and cry again like you did last week. *to cameraman* Piss off, guy, I'm busy now, can't you see that? Jeez...
Bennett reaches into his pocket and pulls his phone back out and begins clicking away again, now ignoring the camera and proping his feet up on the nearby table. The cameraman gets up and begins walking out of the room, grumbling something about a bastard or asshole. Bennett hears him and jumps up and, quickly stuffing his phone into his pocket, begins chasing him out of the room through the hallway. You hear the cameraman breathing heavily and running quickly, the screen blurring from the rapid movement until finally you hear the cameraman yell in pain and the camera goes flying and crashes, breaking the lens in it and causing complete distortion of sound and vision.
Steel: …what the hell was that?
We’re back at ringside, where Matthew Werner and Matt Steel are sitting, blank-faced, not knowing what to say. All they can do is look at each other, trying to fumble out some words, but nothing comes. The uncharacteristically quiet crowd feel the same way – they just don’t know how to handle the sheer callousness and cruelty of what was just said. Werner struggles with himself momentarily, and the crowd finally erupt as he seems to make up his mind and goes to get up out of his seat, murder in his eyes. Unfortunately (or probably more fortunately) he is stopped before he can even remove his headset by his broadcast partner, who, being a former wrestler himself, is able to easily overpower the play by play announcer, and force him back into his seat.[/b]
Steel: Matthew! MATTHEW! Damn it, I know how you feel, I do. I really do. But if you go anywhere near the guy he’ll drop you. He’ll beat the living crap out of you and he’ll do it with a big smile on his face. This is what he wants. He wants a reaction…
Werner: THEN LET ME GIVE HIM ONE! OR YOU DO IT!
Steel: Werner, I’d love to, but that’s a man in his prime, and I’m not out to get my ass kicked. Now come on. We have a job to do.
Werner tries to gather himself, but doesn’t really have time to get his bead back in the game when the arena goes pitch black, all the monitors also go dark, and the only sound heard is that of a human heart beating.
Matt: Well, business is about to pick up now…
Matthew:[/b] Wait a single god damn minute here; He is not even scheduled for tonight’s card!
The Heart Beat continues for a few seconds, and then you start to hear the sound of a heart monitor accompany that heart beat. This goes on for a few more seconds, then you hear the unmistakable sound of a flat line from the heart monitor, you no longer hear the human heart beat with the flat line, but instead you hear a drummer as he starts to beat his drums in the rhythm of the beating heart to accompany the flat line sound. A loud explosion is heard, and the stage explodes into a wall of fire & assorted pyro & smoke. Standing in the entrance way, we see the outline of a man behind the pyro and smoke.[/b]
Matt: Well, scheduled or not…. Here Come’s The MadDog, Lucifer McMahon!
A Rock Band starts to perform, and the music they perform is “13” (The Theme song of Tazz from the WWE), as the fire starts to go down enough, and the smoke starts to clear and we see for the 1st time that the man standing behind all of the smoke & flames is none other than Lucifer “The MadDog” McMahon! The crowd in the arena pops, and starts to chant MadDog, over and over again.[/b]
Matthew:[/b] The people still cheer for him, even after he turned his back on the fans at XWA Genesis!
Matt: Did you hear what he did to those fans in the bar with Rose before XWA Christmas Kaos?
Matthew: That Too…. Why cheer for this guy any longer?
The MadDog starts to power walk down the ramp from the stage to the ring. Upon getting to the end of the ramp, MadDog will reach up and grab the top rope, and step up with one leg to the ring apron, then swing his other leg over the top rope to enter the ring. MadDog will then proceed to one of the corners of the ring, and climb the ropes and raise his hands over his head in the form of an “X” to acknowledge the crowd.] MadDog will repeat this process in all “4” Corners of the ring, and then go towards the center of the ring and one last time raise his hands above his head in the X” before swinging them down in a crotch chop (ALA:DX), as all (4) corners of the ring erupt with flames (ALA: Kane). MadDog will then remove his chainmail head piece & sunglasses and hand them both to the ring attendant, as he motions for a microphone. The music comes to a stop at this time as well.[/b]
Matt:[/b] Well it, looks like the Big Guy has something on his mind tonight….
MadDog starts to walk around the ring with a microphone in his hand, as he looks out into the crowd. The crowd is cheering, and MadDog stops in the center of the ring, and raises the microphone to his face and starts to address the XWA.[/b]
The Crowd erupts as MadDog pauses and smiles a wicked smile, sort of laughs and then continues.[/b]
MadDog:[/b] I bet you want me to finish that don’t you…..
The crowd is stunned, for they want to chant the familiar greeting that The MadDog has always used, and now can’t decide if they should cheer or boo. MadDog continues.[/b]
MadDog:[/b] I bet you all want to know why I am associated with Rose….. I bet you want to all know why the two of us formed the greatest team in the history of the XWA….. Epoch……. I bet you have many questions right now….. And I bet you want some answers….. Well, you will get them when I feel you deserve them…. But until then….. You will get what I want to give, when I want to give it, and whenever I want to give it to you… Up until then, you will want it……, But until I feel the time is right…. You will have to wait…. Just like you made me wait for all that time…..
The crowd starts to boo. MadDog smiles as he continues.[/b]
MadDog:[/b] Go ahead and boo all you want…. Cry if you want…. Write all your cards and letters to the board of directors of the XWA all you want….. It doesn’t matter to me what you want…. Because since June of 2005, when the XWA folded the first time…. I waited for you…. And I waited a long time….. And you never came….. You fans were not there for me, when I needed you more than ever….. Therefore I will NOT be there for you fans….. Ever again…..
The crowd continues to boo, as the announcers talk to one another.[/b]
Matt:[/b] What does he mean by that?
Matthew:[/b] I don’t have the slightest idea.
The MadDog smiles in the ring, as he looks out towards the crowd and continues.[/b]
MadDog:[/b] You people…. You all deserted me in my time of need…. Just like all my so called friends in the XWA did the same….. It started after June of 2005 when the XWA shut down, and you all showed me your true colors…. But, it’s not time for that….. It’s not time for me to explain….. What it is time for is the XWA to explain, why for two months in a row….. The Great One himself….. Has NOT had a match on the monthly PPV….. Why is that?..... Has the XWA have some sort of conspiracy against me?..... Does the XWA not want the greatest of all time to once again take charge and kick ass like only The Great One can?...... Or is it because no one in the back has the GUTS…… The BALLS…. The Intestinal Fortitude…. To come out to this ring now and face me in an open challenge?.....
The crowd reacts positively this time and starts to cheer, with the hope that someone will come out and face MadDog![/b]
MadDog:[/b] I don’t care WHO YOU ARE…. Anyone who wants an ass whipping tonight….. The MadDog has the time…. And just because I want to make this interesting….. IF you get a pinfall victory over me tonight ….. Then you get a shot…. The Shot….. That’s right… A Title shot at the REAL Undisputed XWA Heavyweight Championship….. IF come on out here and enter this ring tonight and beat me then you will get the opportunity of a lifetime and the chance to face The Man, Rose, for the greatest championship of all time….. How many of you in the back have never been given or even earned a title shot…. Here it is….. It is as simple as that…. Face me, pin me, and you get a future shot at The Champ….. Now, who feels they can take the next step in their destiny tonight….
The tron comes to life...showing a limited edition MadDog figure with the XWA title around the waist in one hand and a pink rose flower in another hand, a somewhat familiar voice starts to talk.
Deep Voice:[/b] Now my precious petal, you are going to beat up that wannabe Bennett and make it good, retain my title, make me proud Rosey!
Girly Voice:[/b] Oh yesss Mad One, I will beat him down as you wish...anything for my hero!
The hand with the rose in it starts to rub the rose all over the MadDog figure. The crowd starts to cheer. The MadDog looks a little annoyed as someone is clearly mocking his relationship with Rose.
MadDog: You think this is funny huh! You...
Suddenly the hands drop the rose and the MadDog figure, the MadDog smirks.[/b]
MadDog:[/b] You know what is best for...
The rose and the figure are smacked with a shovel then shoved out of view, the crowd cheers as they think they know who it is and they are right! As they chant Vestal's name.[/b]
Vestal:[/b] Lucifer, Lucifer, Lucifer
Vestal comes into the camera's view.[/b]
Vestal:[/b]...my dear friend...nothing has changed with you now has it?
MadDog looking abit puzzled raises the mic up to talk...[/b]
Vestal:[/b] I didn't actually want you to answer that...because I am going to tell you how it is...you are still the same roid freak that was here 5 years ago, just you didn't get paid and you didn't get your fix...that's right I said it Dog, your fix!
MadDog is now looking irritated and goes to talk and again...[/b]
Vestal:[/b] Please Lucifer let me continue...you have not had your fix for 5 years...right now you are a desperate man, you're like Mike Tyson a shadow of your old self, a man so desperate that he lays down for a nobody and then gives him what he rightfully earned...Lucifer no need to explain your actions to the people...I'll sum it up for these people...you're a sour old has been that sold out for drug money!
MadDog is now livid, you can almost see the vains on his neck about to pop.[/b]
Vestal:[/b] You are proving my point right now, you're about to lose your mind because simply put...you cannot handle...the truth! But before you try and justify yourself Lucifer, remember this...you ruin yourself thats fine but when you ruin my friend's reputation...you are going to take that long dark path and it is going to be a lonely, slow and miserable path as you will ultimately pay for your sins Lucifer!
The lights in the arena drop save for the highlights which start to flash red and violet as the opening strains of Metallica's Wherever I May Roam kick in. The crowd seems confused during a slow pause of inaction on the stage, not knowing from the theme music who they should be expecting. In the ring, MadDog's fury is held in check solely by his curiosity, his hands gripping the ropes tightly, his heavy brows furrowed as he too watches the stage and ramp.[/b]
Matt:[/b] Uh. Those are some serious allegations being leveled by XWA Legend, Vestal. Do you have any idea who's coming out?
Matthew:[/b] No idea. This is not in any of the stage notes for tonight...and it doesn't seem like MadDog has any idea either.
As the music seriously kicks in, a collossus strides onto the stage, grim and serious, ready for business. Standing just over seven feet tall, he is truly a sight to behold as he flexes his arms menacingly and rolls his neck, seemingly preparing to fight. The crowd still seems somewhat confused, but the hulking figure practically ignores them.[/b]
Matthew:[/b] Holy Crap. Lookit the size of that guy...
Matt:[/b] Who is he?? *frantically sorting through the show's notes again*
Gibraltar:[/b] Lucifer McMahon! You has-been, no-good, piece of gutter scum!
In the ring, MadDog's eyes narrow further for a moment, then go slightly wide with recognition. He seems slightly stunned for a moment.[/b]
Gibraltar:[/b] You freakin' load of garbage...remember me? Remember me, you sack of moldy crap?? You come out here and go on and on about Rose-this and Rose-that...your protege and student...well, what about Me, Teach? What about the guy you promised stardom? What about Gibraltar?!
Matt:[/b] Waitaminute, I think I remember this guy. This is from a couple of years back. He was training with MadDog when there was a scandal...
Gibraltar:[/b] You. Ruined. My. Life. Lucifer! You, with all your pretty speeches and catch-phrases. You with your high and mighty ideals and promises...You with your hidden secrets and your steroid addiction!
The crowd erupts with anger towards this newcomer as MadDog goes livid in the ring, shaking his head in denial.[/b]
Matt:[/b] ...yeah, there was some sort of steroid thing...
Gibraltar:[/b] You. You had the problem! My mentor. My teacher. My supposed friend. But when we were boarding that plane for that tournament in Mexico? You remember that, don't you? When they found those illegal steroids and enhancers in our baggage? The ones you put in my bag to hide em?? The ones that got me sent to prison for two years for drug trafficking??!
The massive warrior is practically snarling into the mic now as he moves slowly down off the stage and onto the top of the ramp.[/b]
Gibraltar:[/b] You stole two years of my life, Lucifer! Look at me! Do I look like I need steroids?? Do I look like I need any sort of muscle enhancement?? I am Power! I am Destruction! I am Gibraltar! And asshole, I am coming down there to tear you apart!!
Nearly growling, Gibraltar starts to move with determination towards the ring...[/b]
Security comes flooding out of the back to deter Gibraltar from heading towards the ring, Gibraltar easily tosses them aside and...[/b]
Vestal:[/b] Whoa whoa! Hold up tiger!
Gibraltar stops in his tracks, but his eyes still fixated on the MadDog.[/b]
Vestal:[/b] Remember what I taught you...be waited on and then pounce!
The security guards put up a barricade on the ramp as a few more officials come out of the back to strengthen the barricade.[/b]
The crowd now begins to boo Vestal...[/b]
Vestal:[/b] Finally Lucifer...the whole of the XWA will witness your demise...that man that stands in front of you Lucifer, he is young and hungry...he is itching to go...but there is this little problem Lucifer...he should have been released into the XWA years ago...but
Vestal starts to laugh, the MadDog is switching his eyes onto Vestal and back to Gibraltar, ready for the assault.[/b]
Vestal:[/b] You cost him the start of his career, you planted the steroids in his bag and he got penalized for it...you on the other hand, had the money for the big shot lawyers...he didn't...so you can see there is a problem...and that problem would be you Lucifer and the solution...is Gibraltar!
MadDog jumps over the apron and heads towards Gibraltar...[/b]
MadDog stops just six feet away from the barricade and looks up at Vestal, growling.[/b]
Vestal:[/b] Now here is the deal...you and your pansy friend Rose, show up at the next show and I will be bold here...you two take on this monster in a handicap match, that's right 2 on 1 just to make it fair...and Great One, pump yourself full of steroids, slap that flower up real good because trust me...you're gonna need it!
The titron switches off, the two wrestler's are snarling and exchanging words over the security barricade as the show goes to a commercial about the next upcoming XWA show...[/b]