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DOWNFALL
vs.
TROY MESSIER
- - Standard Match - -
2-RP LIMIT
CODEY HART
vs.
"Iceman" DEAN JAMES
- - Canadian Rules - -
1-RP LIMIT
BIG SHANK
vs.
"X EFFECT" BRIAN CADY
- - X-MAS X-TREME: ROUND 1 - -
2-RP LIMIT
TRENT GEIN
vs.
SHADOW WARRIOR
- - TOOLS OF THE TRADE Ladder Match - -
- - X-MAS X-TREME: ROUND 1 - -
2-RP LIMIT
BOONDOCK SAINT
vs.
SPICE ONE
- - X-MAS X-TREME: ROUND 1 - -
2-RP LIMIT
MAIN EVENT
FAMINE OF THE VILE
vs.
HUNTER RYAN
- - X-MAS X-TREME: ROUND 1 - -
2-RP LIMIT
The show begins with cameras outside as HUNTER RYAN arrives at the arena, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. He's walking at a pretty quick pace...as if he's on a mission. He gets into the arena and walks down the hallway towards the locker rooms when he finally stops and stares down the man he's been searching for.
He finds FAMINE OF THE VILE standing in front of a wall...smacking his head into the hard bricks. Almost as if he sensed HUNTER was behind him...he turns around to reveal a freshly opened wound on his forehead. A bit of blood trickles down over his nose to his lips...where he licks it up...and smiles.
HUNTER: You really are a sick individual, FAMINE.
FAMINE: That's the kindest thing you've ever said to me, HUNTER...I'm glad I could get a compliment out of you before I destroy you tonight...
HUNTER: Choke on your words now or later, FAMINE. It's up to you.
FAMINE gets nose to nose with HUNTER.
FAMINE: Making threats, are we? Kind of ballsy of you after witnessing what I'm capable of, don't ya think?
HUNTER: No man scares me, FAMINE. Not a single human being has ever struck fear into this heart. You, especially.
FAMINE: I see. Well, I can almost admire that...almost...
HUNTER: I just want you to know that what you did last week to Nick...to my brother...won't go without consequence. Tonight, you'll see a side of me that you've never seen before. Remember the good 'ol days of the Initiative, FAMINE? We were on top of the world back then, weren't we? Well...you're looking at a different man. The man standing in front of you, FAMINE...is the man who is going to put you down farther than you've ever gone before. Past hell, itself...if there is such a place.
FAMINE: (chuckles) I won't lie, HUNTER...I like you're attitude...and almost admire you're confidence. Just understand the reality is...when I'm done with you...what I did to your brother last week will look like child's play...
FAMINE starts to walk away but HUNTER grabs him by the arm...stopping him in his tracks.
HUNTER: We're both going to bleed tonight, FAMINE...I hope you've got something left in the tank for the final stretch of our match...because I sure as hell found my backup supply!
FAMINE shakes free and walks off laughing devilishly to himself. The camera zooms in on HUNTER who has a completely focused look in his eyes.
The scene switches to JENSEN KENT’S office. He is sitting at his desk and is on the phone. As the camera comes inside the office we see that JENSEN is on the phone with someone.
JENSEN: Look NICK, I don’t care what you’re doing on where you are but you’re not scheduled to be here tonight. Your brother has a match and I don’t need you to interfere. Things are going to change around here and they will start tonight. So wherever you are….STAY THERE. Sorry, just taking care of a few things.
Suddenly, newcomer ANDREW CLASH comes walking in.
ANDREW: Excuse me, Mr. KENT?
JENSEN: ANDREW, thank you for coming. Please have a seat.
ANDREW sits down as JENSEN pulls out some paperwork.
JENSEN: I’m glad you could make it. As you may or may not recall, I was the CEO of the IWF and always had my eye on you to join that company. As you can see it went under and I never got a chance to sign you. Now that the WGWF is dead and gone, I’m glad my assistant was able to reach you.
ANDREW: Well, I definitely look forward to debuting here in the XWF. I heard a lot of good things about this company. Been around almost ten years I hear.
JENSEN: Yes, this is truly one of the best companies around. And I intend on making MASSACRE the best show in the company. All we need to do now is sign here and you’re all set.
ANDREW signs the documents officially making him the newest XWF and MASSACRE addition.
JENSEN: Congratulations ANDREW. We’ll see you next week.
ANDREW and JENSEN shake hands as the cameras return to ringside for the first match of the night.
DOWNFALL TROY MESSIER stands in the ring as DOWNFALL makes his way to ringside. DOWNFALL hops up on the apron and steps into the ring. The ref calls for the bell and TROY charges DOWNFALL looking for an early spear! DOWNFALL sidesteps TROY and kicks him in the rear as he passes, adding enough momentum to send TROY out onto the floor. DOWNFALL waits as TROY gets back up and the ref counts…1…2…3…4…5…6 and TROY is up on the apron, breaking the ref’s count. TROY ducks under the top rope to step into the ring and DOWNFALL charges in with a boot to his face sending TROY off the apron to smash side first into the steel barricade! DOWNFALL slides out of the ring and grabs TROY, slamming him headfirst into the barricade once more and busting him open over the left eye! DOWNFALL slides the bleeding TROY back into the ring and follows him in. He pulls TROY to his feet and Irish Whips him into the ropes, DOWNFALL meets him on the way back with a vicious spine buster! DOWNFALL stands up, raising his hands as the crowd cheers. DOWNFALL walks over and grabs the top rope and begins to shake it. He turns around and lifts TROY to his feet, setting him up for the Dragonslayer….TROY counters that and drops DOWNFALL into a crucifix pin. 1…..2……DOWNFALL kicks out and starts to stand up! TROY waits as DOWNFALL stands up and begins throwing rights and lefts, keeping him stunned! TROY charges forward and drops DOWNFALL to the mat with a clothesline. He reverses course and comes around to catch DOWNFALL who is trying to stand back up with a second clothesline! He lifts DOWNFALL to his feet and puts him back down on the canvas with a vertical suplex! TROY rolls DOWNFALL up for a cover…1…2…and DOWNFALL kicks out with authority!
TROY gouges the eyes and stands DOWNFALL up. TROY bounces off, looking for a shoulder block here, but DOWNFALL gets up a huge boot leveling the man who calls himself the Epitome of Evil! TROY slowly rises to his feet and DOWNFALL levels him with a spear! Jesus! It’s like a deadly car wreck in the center of the ring! DOWNFALL drags himself too his feet as TROY tries to stand up as well. DOWNFALL makes it up first and kicks TROY in the stomach. He puts TROY in a front face lock and drops him down to the canvas face first with a DDT! DOWNFALL rolls over on top of him and locks in an STFU. DOWNFALL is going for a submission here! TROY is refusing to tap! TROY begins to drag himself towards the ropes. Slowly, agonizingly he drags himself, screaming the whole time! Finally TROY grabs the rope and DOWNFALL is forced to break the hold after a four-count. DOWNFALL pops up to his feet and begins to stomp TROY repeatedly. He drags TROY to his feet and Irish Whips him into the ropes. TROY bounces off and DOWNFALL meets him with a sleeper hold! DOWNFALL has this locked in! TROY is fading! He’s slumping in DOWNFALL’S arms. The ref checks and TROY’S arm drops once, he checks once more and TROY’S arm drops again. The ref checks once more and this time TROY keeps his arm up meanwhile firing his other fist backwards that catches DOWNFALL with a Low Blow! DOWNFALL drops to his knees and TROY bounces off the ropes hitting DOWNFALL with a boot to the face! DOWNFALL topples over onto his back. TROY goes in for the cover…1…and DOWNFALL kicks out before the 2 count. TROY begins punching DOWNFALL repeatedly in the head and then goes for another cover…and again DOWNFALL kicks out before even a two count! TROY stands up, dragging DOWNFALL with him, and sets DOWNFALL up for a jackknife powerbomb! And DOWNFALL counters with a backdrop this time! DOWNFALL flips TROY over his back onto the mat! TROY gets to his feet looking dazed…and DOWNFALL gets him into position and hits the Dragonslayer!! DOWNFALL covers him and…1…2…3. This one is over!
WINNER: DOWNFALL
vs.
TROY MESSIER
- - Standard Match - -
"Eye of the tiger" by Survivor blares over the PA system, the fans give a hug pop as BIGG RIGG steps out onto the stage with mic in hand. He is clad in a black wife beater and A pair of blue jeans. BIGG RIGG looks around the crowd, smiling at the huge turn out. After a few seconds, the music dies down and BIGG RIGG lifts the mic to his mouth.
BIGG RIGG: Last week, I was going to come out here and say something but had business to take care of. So I guess I will do it now. First of all, I haven’t gotten a chance to do this since last week but It looks as if ENIGMA has won the chance to face me at X-MAS XTREME for the XWF Universal championship. I know in my last promo, quite a bit was said. But, I would just like to again say congratulations to ENIGMA on his win. It was well deserved.
The fans seem to be in shock at BIGG RIGG'S generosity.
BIGG RIGG: No, credit where credit is due...it's the truth. But, at the same time I would like to offer ENIGMA my heartfelt condolences. I know first hand, that it is difficult to lose people, animals and Things that mean a lot to you. And, in ENIGMA'S case as soon as his arm was raised as the winner of the LORD OF THE RING match, his career already died and He doesn't even know it. Yes, winning LORD OF THE RING is a great accomplishment. But, it is pretty difficult to continue on the ladder to success when all your arms and Legs are broken.
The fans pop once again, knowing full well where BIGG RIGG is headed with his words.
BIGG RIGG: And that is exactly what I intend on doing to ENIGMA, I intend on breaking EVERY SINGLE BONE IN HIS BODY! I WILL SPILL BLOOD, I WILL MAKE HIM PI$$ HIMSELF, $HIT HIMSELF AND VOMIT. I WILL LEAVE HIM IN THE MIDDLE OF THE RING AT X-MAS XTREME, A SAD PATHETIC MESS. The point is....I am willing to do ANYTHING to become Universal champion again. Any-frigging-thing! Everybody is officially on warning right now, the blood thirsty Wolf is back. Nothing is off limits, nothing is too far over the line for me and No action is too low down for me. It's about time I got what I have deserved for so long and I will be damned if anybody is going to stand in my way of getting it. So, that being said ENIGMA...you've been warned. Now there are only two things left for you to do. Be smart and Be scared, or don't and See your dreams of being Universal champion go up in flames anyways. The only thing fear will do, is save you from having to collect on the XWF'S Life Insurance policy. If you're smart and Understand exactly what you are up against, no...you won't walk out as the champ. But perhaps you can walk out with Life still in your body. If not, well...I will make sure JONATHYN let's me say a few words during your funeral. And, what I will say is this. ENIGMA lived a good Life on his own terms, now he'll be buried and Eaten by worms. He had a false confidence that clouded his mind, which lead to BIGG RIGG handing him his own behind. He made a bad mistake trying to steal BIGG RIGG’S stage and like the rest, the bastard indeed felt THE RAGE!
BIGG RIGG throws the mic down onto the stage and Raises both arms into the air. The fans give a huge ovation, as BIGG RIGG walks toward the backstage area.
Cameras cut away from the live action and head to a taped segment being show on the XTRON. The scene fades in on a private air strip, a few hangers surround the area with a Canadian flag on each building before cameras turn around and are bombarded with a blinding glare of the morning sun shining of the wing of a Gulfstream G-IV-SP. Cameras pan around to show the majestic jet and zoom on the tail end of the air craft with the word "Frost" painted on in a metallic sliver blue, we continue to view the outside of the craft before stepping inside as the once bright white is replaced with a subtle light green paint job on the walls of the jet while the floor itself has a darkened marble title throughout. Moving down into the cabin itself we pass numerous black leather couches and chairs with the finest white silk pillows lining the chairs while over to the left we are shown a large glass pull down table covered with a large satin blue table cloth the finest fruits, meats and veggies all freshly prepared as the tour continues we can see numerous bottles of chilled bubbly throughout the cabin and each wall decorated with numerous Championship belts and photos of numerous famous people. Finally we reach the back of the cabin where a large marble desk sits and behind it the backing of a leather chair as a voice says.
Well you've finally made it, just one question? How long does it take to find the only private jet in this damn town?"
With that the chair turns around to show the man sitting in it dressed in a fine royal blue shirt with a long silk white tie all tucked away under a fantastic black sports coat. Cameras pan up showing the man's face, a young 23 year old with a perfect jaw line, blues eyes and his short
hair a tinge of blue.
Honestly why do I even ask your a camera man for Christ sakes see you didn't have the smarts or looks to be in front of the camera, so why should you have any common sense at all? Just like a donkey I would be the head and you would be the ass and that certainly is your perfection vocation in the world. Anyway now that your here why don't we begin. Hello XWF, more importantly hello Monday Night Massacre for those of you that don't know me or in other words for those of you living under a rock or in your one room mobile homes my name is Paul Frost well its actually Perfection Personified Paul Frost but since were in Boise I figure only Frost will do, wouldn't want to overload those big brains of yours.
Fans Boo as Frost sports a grin
FROST: Now....now...now....I was only kidding honestly it is quite nice that your in Boise and that I'm not, ha...ha...ha.....Anyway like I said before I am Paul Frost and I have come to the XWF for only one thing.
...............................
PERFECTION
See truth be told I have been watching Massacre and for the first time ever I can honestly say there is truth in advertising because the only thing being massacred was myself, as I watched over and over the most untalented, un groomed ,un educated hell they were just the most pathetic human beings I've ever seen and those are just the wrestlers.......the fans you, you all are just anther story for anther ugly time. See that's why I came to the XWF because I knew I was needed again but before anyone of you single cell organisms go around calling me a savior I'M NOT. See if I went around saving all you moronic, ugly, fat, good for nothing rednecks well then I wouldn't have anytime for myself now would I?
The crowd begins to boo even louder now.
See I knew you would agree that's why I came to Monday nights to help, in fact I came to help two very important people. The first and most important would be myself, see as a 23 year old I've done more in my hour then any of you or these so called champions did in there entire life time. I have been a World Champion in every organization I've stepped foot in, so for that reason alone I was worth the six figure deal I came with. But most importantly beyond my talent and good looks I bring with me one more thing, I unlike Mr. Obama I don't bring change I bring with me perfection, and the XWF is about to get less extreme and is about to enter the era of Perfection, MY perfection. And don't worry for all of those in back not wanting to enter the era you won't be here to witness it because in order for perfection to reign most if not all un perfect things need to be, how should I say? Ummmm.....ah.....ANNIHILATED. That includes the current fans base because the second person I'm going to help would be the hundred of thousands of the smart and good looking variety, my fans, the perfect fans that will tune in week after week to watch the only Perfection show on TV, MY show.
The entire arena is now filled with boos.
No more will Monday nights become a massacre! No….From here on out, Monday nights will now be a showcase of the best, the brightest and most beautiful. In one word Monday's will be the home of Perfection. So XWF, MASSACRE stars, you have been warned its about to get a little Frosty around these parts but I can promise after things look darkest just before the dawn, and that dawn will be bright and never ending under the era of Perfection. So boys and girls Stay Frosty and I'll see you all real soon.
Frost grins as the cameras fade to black and the segment ends.
CODEY HART
vs.
"Iceman" DEAN JAMES
- - Canadian Rules - -
CODEY HART and DEAN JAMES stare each other down as the bell rings. DEAN JAMES charges at CODEY in an early attempt at a spear, but CODEY dodges it and DEAN JAMES goes into the ropes, tangling himself and giving CODEY an early opportunity to capitalize on. CODEY grabs DEAN JAMES from behind and applies a half nelson, but DEAN JAMES quickly frees and arm and reverses the hold into an arm bar which he drags CODEY to the mat with. CODEY struggles to free himself but cant. DEAN JAMES tightens the hold on CODEY’S shoulder, but CODEY has great awareness and ring presence and hooks the bottom rope with his foot. DEAN JAMES is forced to break the hold and both men climb to their feet, CODEY rubbing his shoulder and trying to get the blood flowing in his shoulder again. They run at each other and CODEY attempts a clothesline, but DEAN JAMES ducks under it and uses a drop toe hold to send CODEY to the mat yet again, then he jumps on CODEY’s back and tries to get a camel clutch locked in…DEAN tries to make him submit but somehow CODEY is able to escape the hold. CODEY then hits DEAN in the face with the back of his head. CODEY gets up as DEAN JAMES shakes it off and runs at CODEY with an attempted clothesline but CODEY drops to the mat and DEAN JAMES rebounds off the ropes, bouncing back to the middle of the ring where CODEY meets him with a clothesline of his own!!!
CODEY begins to kick DEAN JAMES in the back and ribs as he tries to get to his feet, but CODEY grabs him from behind and tries to choke him out. He drags DEAN JAMES to his knees, as the champ’s eyes get cloudy. CODEY yells out wildly, but no one can tell what exactly he is saying. He puts his knee on the back of DEAN JAMES’S to give himself leverage. WHAT'S THIS? DEAN JAMES IS BEGINNING TO FIGHT BACK!!! He struggles, feeding off the energy of the crowd, and he begins throwing vicious elbows to CODEY’S skull. He makes it to his feet and reaches behind him, grabbing CODEY by the neck and tossing him over his shoulder, shaking the ring with a giant snap mare. He runs off the ropes and back at CODEY, delivering a major dropkick to CODEY’S spine. CODEY collapses and DEAN JAMES goes for the quick cover. ONE… TWO… kic kout by CODEY. DEAN JAMES punches him several times and tries another immediate cover. ONE… TWO… another big kick out by the champ. DEAN JAMES throws up his hands in frustration and climbs to his feet, allowing CODEY to do the same. DEAN JAMES runs at CODEY, arm outstretched but CODEY dodges the clothesline and when DEAN JAMES comes back off the ropes, CODEY lands a perfectly placed big boot on DEAN JAMES sending him crashing to the mat, clutching at his chest.
As DEAN JAMES is rolling around in pain, CODEY mounts him and lands a few right punches to the face. CODEY gets up and motions for DEAN JAMES to stand up, taunting him. Enraged, DEAN JAMES slowly pulls himself up on the ropes and CODEY charges him with an angry roar attempting a spear. DEAN JAMES slides out of the way and CODEY soars through the ropes landing on the outside of the ring very hard. CODEY is grabbing his head and DEAN JAMES hops over the ropes… CROSS BODY!!! DEAN JAMES connects on CODEY and the challenger is in trouble now. He picks CODEY up and throws him into the steel guard rail. CODEY hits the railing hard and DEAN JAMES catches him on the rebound and then attempts to throw CODEY into the ring apron. CODEY reverses the attempt and DEAN JAMES hits the ring apron with a loud thud and CODEY grabs the reeling DEAN JAMES and throws him back into the ring. CODEY follows him and attempts a pin…
ONE…TWO… TH- DEAN JAMES kicks out at the last possible second!!!
CODEY pulls up DEAN JAMES and whips him into the ropes following it up with a shoulder block that drives DEAN JAMES to the canvas, and CODEY LOCKS IN A SURFBOARD HOLD!!! HE HAS DEAN JAMES IN THE AIR, ARE WE GOING TO SEE A TAPOUT? DEAN JAMES is screaming out in pain, and the referee is asking if he's had enough, but he shakes his head no. Finally the referee forces DEAN JAMES to break the hold and let DEAN JAMES go, who collapses to the mat, motionless. CODEY gets up and bounces off the ropes, landing a massive legdrop that drives DEAN JAMES face first into the mat. He picks DEAN JAMES up and stands him in the turnbuckle, backing up and charging him, BUT DEAN JAMES ROLLS OUT OF THE WAY!!! CODEY slams all of his weight into the steel ring post and stumbles away, winded. DEAN JAMES rolls him up from behind. ONE… TWO… THR- NO!!! CODEY KICKED OUT!!! HOW THE HELL DID HE DO IT!!!
Both men stagger up to their feet, and CODEY sets up for a haymaker right hand which DEAN JAMES ducks, and he slides behind CODEY locking his hands around the waist of the bigger man. GERMAN SUPLEX!!! What a counter by DEAN JAMES. He jumps on KIDD for the pin. ONE… TWO… another kickout!!! CODEY refuses to stay down!!! What does DEAN JAMES have to do to win? He complains to the referee, but CODEY grabs his shoulders and rolls him over in a pin of his own. The referee drops to the mat,
ONE... TWO... THR.... DEAN JAMES kicks out at three! The ref says he got out in time!!! CODEY pulls DEAN JAMES up and kicks DEAN JAMES in the gut. CODEY then takes DEAN JAMES up for a pile driver. BAM!!!! DEAN JAMES hits the mat hard. DEAN JAMES grabs his head and CODEY attempts another pin…ONE…TWO…THR… Another kickout by DEAN JAMES!!! CODEY has a small look of frustration on his face and gets up. As DEAN JAMES starts to pull himself up, he pauses on all fours… CODEY hits him in the ribs causing him to roll over. CODEY smirks as he goes outside the ropes to the apron. He jumps on top of the rope and hits the HART TAKER!!! CODEY covers… ONE… TWO… THREE!!!
WINNER AND STILL CANADIAN CHAMPION: CODEY HART
SUDDENLY, The lights in the arena go completely dark. The whole arena is pitch black, and all you can see are the flashing of cameras trying to catch something, anything.
After a few moments of silence...BOOOM! Pyro starts sounding off and flashing into the arena with bright white and green colors, zipping around in circular motions and then cutting out altogether.
SON OF A GUN by KMFDM blares through the sound system in the arena as SPICE-ONE emerges onto the scene, wearing a Dynasty shirt. SPICE makes his way to the ring, grinning as he smokes a cigarette on the way to the ring. A fan holds up a sign "WE CAME TO SEE SPICE DANCE", hoping SPICE would dance but of course when he is on MASSACRE he is all about the mind games and domination.
SPICE smushes his cigarette butt in the ash tray on the steel steps of the ring, of course which was probably an herbal stage hand cigarette used in plays due to smoking bans, nationwide. SPICE walks up the steps and gets into the ring, and motions for a microphone as quickly as he can. SPICE plugs his own sound device chip INTO the XWF microphone, morphing into SPICE'S voice. He looks around at the whole entire arena, barely ever coming out to speak his mind.
SPICE: Here I stand in this ring, and you all know...I don't come out here to pussy-foot and to praise myself. I only come out here like this when it is important, and TONIGHT...this is DIRE important. I want you all to listen to me real close.
SPICE pauses for a moment.
SPICE: I made a move which in turn ended up being a total mistake. I made a move that I thought was going to better certain situations, for my own personal reasons..but STILL...it was a definite mistake on my part. Do you see what this shirt says? This shirt says DYNASTY...and honestly...WHAT IN THE HELL IS THE DYNASTY, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN? We got SETH STEVENS and TRENT GEIN chasing each other around for the XWF X-Treme title and absolutely no respect for each other. We got SAM HAIN and JAYMZ DANTE who lost the XWF Tag titles to THE INITIATIVE, FAMINE OF THE VILE and NICK RYAN. What IN THE HELL IS GOING ON, BRADY? That is my question...and you know something...
SPICE looks up at the crowd from staring at the ground, pacing...
SPICE: I don't feel like waiting for BRADY to ANSWER! I do not represent myself with a bunch of immature, hairy, snatches who cannot cooperate together and stick on the same page. AS OF TONIGHT, I am telling the DYNASTY...THEY CAN SHOVE IT!
SPICE ONE RIPS OFF HIS DYNASTY SHIRT, tearing it right down the middle and tossing it to the outside. SPICE stands with a white t-shirt now and blue jeans, standing on the turnbuckle, talking into the microphone.
SPICE: You know, all that was promised to me by that two bit slut MEGAN BYRON...I should have just hung up the phone on her and remained to believe she was just a high paid telemarketer that REALLY sold me on the phone! NOW, I tell the WHOLE XWF right now at this very moment...Spice-One will NEVER need a band of nobodies to carry him ANYWHERE in the X-Treme Wrestling Federation. That'll be the day freakin' pigs fly. I will STAND FIRM ON MY WORD...
The X-TRON flashes a picture of the XWF World title...
SPICE: I am COMING for the XWF WORLD TITLE, and there isn't a damn thing any of you can do about it. The day I need a group to carry me through to X-Mas X-Treme is the day pigs fly! Especially a bunch of cocky bastards who can not get along. Your negativity will NOT bring me down, and I will keep strollin' ahead...IF YOU ARE IN THE BUILDING BOONDOCK SAINT, ARE YOU PREPARING FOR LIES IN WAIT FOR YOU?! I am now ALL DONE with the DYNASTY..as they are a group of idiots all on different pages. I don't roll dysfunctional and therefore, SAINT, I will be showing you the darker side of the railroad tracks tonight. Be ready, I don't need a group to back my ass up against someone as pitiful as you are. HIT MY MUSIC....
The lights suddenly go out in the whole arena for about five seconds...
the lights come on!!!
NO SPICE-ONE!? WHERE DID HE GO?! It seems like SPICE-ONE has told the DYNASTY to literally kiss his keester as he QUIT the DYNASTY tonight!
The scene cuts backstage to the loading dock of the arena. A black limo is shown pulling to a stop. The driver steps out of the limo and makes his way around the limo opening the back passenger side door. The crowd lets out a neutral pop as XWF X-TREME and CRUISERWEIGHT CHAMPION, IMPACT’S own SETH STEVENS steps out. SETH is decked out in a black DYNASTY t-shirt, black jeans, black steel toe boots, both fists are heavily taped, he is uncharacteristically not carrying both of his championships. Suddenly Steven Sayers approaches SETH.
STEVE SAYORS: Excuse me SETH STEVENS SETH. can I get a word.
SETH stops walking and turns his attention towards Sayers.
STEVE SAYORS: Why are you here tonight?
SETH has an evil smirk comes across his face as he answers.
SETH STEVENS: Have you seen TRENT or KRAZZY KIDD?
STEVE SAYORS: SPICE ONE was just in the ring and TRENT is getting ready for his match.
SETH STEVENS: Thanks.
With that STEVENS walks off camera leaving SAYORS standing by himself.
One by One by Alter Bridge begins to play as MASSACRE GM JENSEN KENT makes his way out to ringside. The fans clap and a few stand up for the new GM. He makes his way inside the ring with a mic in hand as the music dies down.
JENSEN: Thank you for the welcome ladies and gentlemen. Tonight, I come to you with an announcement. Actually, two announcements. The first one, is that I am currently in talks with a former XWF roster member who after finding out I was in charge, decided he wanted to come back and take another run at the XWF. Of course he only agreed to come only if I was running things. I assured him I was and he is set to debut at XMAS XTREME. But that’s for another time. Tonight, I’d like to introduce you to the future. I recently went into talks with a couple of men who have a rich history in this business. Two men who are one of the most decorated tag team champions I’ve seen in a long time. They are here because I believe that they will be the future of the tag team division. Not only that, but with the so called Dynasty and Road Crew running around, I need to keep order on my show. I need to make sure things go off without a hitch around here. So they will be sort of my security in a way. You’ve seen both men here tonight. So let’s not waste any more time and bring them out. Ladies and gentlemen, let me introduce you to the future of the XWF tag team division…….The Untouchables! DEAN JAMES and PAUL FROST!!!
The two men make their way out to ringside as the crowd boos. Earlier tonight Paul Frost insulted the crowd and now he is actually here in front of them. I’d watch out for flying water bottles and beer! The two men are now in the ring as they shake JENSEN’S hand.
JENSEN: These two men right here are the pinnacle of tag teams. Their accolades are not necessary. All you need to know is that from now on, if you’re a tag team with hopes of winning that gold, you need to get through these two men. So, FAMINE and NICK, regardless of the issues you two are having. After XMAS XTREME, those titles WILL be on the line regardless of who is the sole winner. So enjoy that run while you can boys, it’s coming to an end soon.
JENSEN then hands DEAN JAMES the mic
DEAN JAMES: You heard the man. We are by far the best tag team this company has ever seen. And we’re not just going to prove it. But we are also going to prove why we are without a shadow of a doubt. Untouchable!
FROST: Perfection Personified and the Iceman himself are going to rampage through this company and it’s sorry ass tag team division. FAMINE, we’ve met once before. Both DEAN and myself have wins over you when we worked together in the WGWF. And now that we’ve arrived in the XWF, we’re going to do the same thing to not only you, but anyone else that gets in our way! So shine those belts up real nice and pretty for us because we’re coming for them!
PAUL hands the mic back to JENSEN who is smiling from ear to ear.
JENSEN: Ladies and gentlemen. Once again…..THE UNTOUCHABLES!
All three men leave the ring as the crowd boos them. Who is the man JENSEN has been in touch with? What will happen now that the Untouchables are here in the XWF?
BIG SHANK
vs.
"X EFFECT" BRIAN CADY
- - X-MAS X-TREME: ROUND 1 - -
BIG SHANK: AH HEM… To My Little Mexican Flower,
Oh Mia, Oh Mia, how I long to be
You’re just like tequila on a hot summer day
I know I am married, it’s probably fine
I’m no man of color, your parents may veto
You’ll be my lady, and I’ll be your pres
James may pretend, but he’s just like Clay
You mean more to me, than a shopping mate
I know this will happen, and then I will strut
Please wear something pretty, and show off your rack
I promise to you, I’ll be a loyal Shank
The music is pretty, and yes; you are too
The time will soon come, and after James cracks
“Cos roses are red, and violets are blue
This poem is so corny, I hope you don’t mind
The time is soon coming, when your boyfriend snaps
And when he hits me, it will go down in lure
He prepares to speak to the crowd about his possible fling with MIA SANCHEZ, when suddenly “Man in the Box” by Alice in Chains hits the speakers, cutting off BIG SHANK, and BRIAN CADY appears on top of the entrance ramp. The fans cheer for the X EFFECT as he stands silently, and then drags his index finger across his throat, signifying the end for the former WORLD CHAMPION.
He takes a few steps down the ramp, slapping hands with a few of the fans but never taking his eyes off of his opponent. BIG SHANK decides to end his announcements, and he hands the microphone and JAMES RAVEN’S WORLD title to the referee who carries them out to the time keeper.
CADY climbs the steel steps and hesitates on the apron, looking in on BIG SHANK who grins at him.
BIG SHANK: Hey CADY… In case you were wondering, I'm bringing my best…
CADY swallows hard, then quickly calms his nerves and jumps over the ropes and into the ring, then bounces up and down in his corner, hyping himself up as the referee checks BIG SHANK for any weapons and gives a few last minute instructions. He backs up and rings the bell, and here we go!!!
CADY and SHANK circle each other slowly, and CADY makes the first move, lunging at BIG SHANK who spins quickly out of the way. CADY makes it back to his feet and lunges at SHANK again, trying to drive him down to the mat, but SHANK once again avoids the attack. CADY scrambles up again, clearly frustrated at his inability to take SHANK down to the canvas. He extends his hand, and BIG SHANK hesitantly takes it and the two men tie up in the center of the ring. SHANK gets the advantage as he bends CADY backwards and slams his hard into the ground. SHANK kicks the downed CADY several times in the ribs before picking him up by the hair and irish whipping him into the ropes, hitting CADY with a massive clothesline on the rebound. CADY rolls around the ring, clutching at his skull which just bounced hard off the canvas. SHANK lifts him up again, once more irish whipping him into the ropes. He sets up for another clothesline, but CADY slides under his arm and from behind, grabs SHANK’S ankle and pulls it backwards sending the former champion crashing face first to the mat. CADY pops up and sprints for the turnbuckle, climbing to the top and waiting while SHANK staggers to his feet, clutching at his nose which is slightly bloody. BIG SHANK looks around for CADY, then turns to face the turnbuckle… BAM!!! He’s met with a massive missile dropkick as CADY comes soaring off of the ring post. CADY leaps on top of SHANK for the early cover.
ONE…
TW-
Kick out after one by BIG SHANK who makes it back to his feet. CADY lunges at him, trying a clothesline of his own, but SHANK catches his arm and throws him into the turnbuckle, chasing behind him and delivering a giant shoulder to the gut of BRIAN CADY that doubles him over. SHANK quickly begins hammering away at CADY’s skull with several quick and violent punches. The referee tries to pull him off, but SHANK doesn’t listen. The referee gets his count to four and finally SHANK backs up and allows CADY to collapse to the mat. He drabs CADY to the center of the ring, then runs off the ropes and hits a big leg drop on BRIAN CADY. He stands up, and stares at CADY who doesn’t even attempt to make it to his feet. SHANK climbs up the turnbuckle and just sits there, his chin in his hands as if he’s bored. He leans back and mimes as if he was checking his watch, then he sighs deeply. The crowd roars in approval and laughter, and finally, CADY begins to stir again. SHANK drops back down the mat and waits for CADY to turn around, then he charges at X EFFECT and leaps into the air with a high knee, but CADY alertly rolls under it and under the ropes to the outside of the ring… great evasive maneuver by BRIAN CADY. SHANK follows him outside just as CADY reaches under the ring and produces a steel chair. WOW!!! Too many competitors in this tournament forget that these are extreme rules matches, but CADY is right on top of things. SHANK hesitates for a second, then begins to advance on CADY once again. CADY swings once but SHANK leans back and barely avods being hit. CADY swings again and SHANK ducks to the left, a third swing and SHANK jumps backwards. The fourth swing is caught by SHANK, but CADY lets go of the chair and hits a dropkick into it that sends the steel seat slamming back into the face of Big Shank.
SHANK collapses to the concrete and CADY quickly slides back into the ring, urging the referee to start counting BIG SHANK out. The referee looks at SHANK, to see if he's moving yet, which he is not.
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…
SHANK begins slowly rolling onto his hands and knees outside the ring. He props himself up for a second, and the referee continues to count.
FIVE… SIX… SEVEN…
SHANK uses the apron as leverage to make it to his feet, and he quickly rolls back into the ring where CADY pounces on him and kicks him several times. The referee pulls CADY back to allow SHANK an opportunity to get to his feet, which he does. SHANK brushes his long hair out of his eyes and wipes a thin layer of sweat away from his forehead before glaring at CADY and… did he just blow CADY a kiss? HE DID!!! SHANK just blew BRIAN CADY a kiss and the X EFFECT is enraged by that!!! CADY charges off the ropes and leaps high into the air for a crossbody… OH MY GOD!!! BIG SHANK MET HIM IN THE AIR WITH A VICIOUS SPEAR THAT NEARLY SNAPPED THE CRUISERWEIGHT IN HALF!!! What INCREDIBLE strength and agility displayed there by BIG SHANK!!! CADY is rolling around on the mat, clutching at his midsection and wincing in pain. BIG SHANK walks over to him and grabs his left arm, stretching it out and kicking CADY hard in the ribs causing BRIAN to scream out in agony. BIG SHANK tugs hard on the arm, wrenching the shoulder nearly out of its socket. He tucks CADY’s arm behind his own knee and locks in an abdominal stretch, cranking CADY’s injured ribs hard and frequently. CADY struggles to get his foot on the bottom rope, which he finally does, forcing SHANK to break the hold. SHANK goes for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
THR-
Kick out by BRIAN CADY!!! CADY stays alive with that kick out and SHANK pops up, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. He goes for another quick cover after delivering several quick punches to CADY’s kidneys.
ONE…
TW-
Another kick out by the X EFFECT. CADY quickly rolls away from SHANK and gets back to the outside of the ring, rolling quickly back to the steel chair. SHANK chuckles to himself and shakes his head in amusement at CADY’S inability to accept defeat. SHANK rolls out of the ring, ready to try and steal the chair like last time, but before he can set his feet CADY charges at him and delivers a shoulder block that makes SHANK stumble backwards, then CADY winds up and…
CLAAAAAANG!!!
CADY DRILLS BIG SHANK IN THE HEAD WITH THE STEEL CHAIR!!! SHANK falls backwards into the steel steps, and knocks the top layer off and crashing to the floor. CADY rushes him and lifts him up to his knees, then kicks his head back down into the ring steps. BRIAN CADY HAS COME ALIVE!!! He is taking it to the favorite in the MASSACRE bracket!!! He lifts the steel chair up high above his head and brings it crashing down on BIG SHANK’s skull yet again!!! BIG SHANK has been busted open, and the floodgates are open as his entire face becomes a crimson mask!!! BRIAN CADY drops the chair and climbs on top of SHANK, punching him in the head several times. Is it possible that CADY is trying to injure BIG SHANK, not just beat him? SHANK has a history of concussions, and CADY is clearly targeting in on the head, he has to know what he's doing!!! CADY delivers one more big shot to the head, then rolls back into the ring and makes the referee start the count out one more time.
ONE… TWO… THREE… FOUR…
BIG SHANK shows no sign of movement, and a look of shock crosses BRIAN CADY’s face. Is he about to pull off the biggest upset of the year? Can he beat BIG SHANK in the opening round?
FIVE… SIX… SEVEN… EIGHT…
SHANK is still not moving, and CADY begins to celebrate in the ring jumping up and down and pumping his fists. The referee continues the 10 count.
NINE…
Suddenly, all of the arena lights go out and the fans stop cheering and begin to mumble in confusion. With no way of seeing if BIG SHANK is back in the ring or not, the referee stops the count and waits for the lights to come back on.
Finally, after a few seconds they do, and BIG SHANK is back in the ring, still knocked out, but no longer in danger of a count out. What the hell was that? Why did the lights go out? How did SHANK get back in the ring if he’s still out cold?
BRIAN CADY is pissed as he argues with the referee, claiming that he should be declared the winner, but the referee says no and restarts the match. CADY stomps his foot in anger and then glowers at BIG SHANK, and slowly walks up to him. He lifts SHANK up and balances him against the turnbuckle. He sets up for a high impact maneuver, when suddenly the lights go out again. What is going on here?
Several flash bulbs go off in the audience, and several cell phones light up as people try to illuminate the action in side the ring to no avail.
Finally after what feels like an eternity, the lights return, and BRIAN CADY stands face to face with JAMES RAVEN!!! JAMES RAVEN, the current WORLD champion is in the ring!!! His face is painted in his brothers style, and he wears all black. He holds CADY by the throat, his face blank and emotionless. He must have been the one to get BIG SHANK back into the ring, but why? Why is JAMES RAVEN helping his rival and hated enemy win this match, youd think he would love to see SHANK out in the first round.
RAVEN shoves CADY backwards, and the X EFFECT rolls across the mat clutching at his throat and gasping for air. CADY props himself up on his knees and JAMES charges at him, delivering a massive boot to the skull that sprawls CADY out on the mat. He stands over him, motionless and silent as CADY slowly uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet. JAMES knees him hard in the stomach, and follows it up with a swinging neckbreaker that drops CADY cold. BIG SHANK begins rolling around, and finally makes it to a standing position. RAVEN lifts CADY up and throws him across the ring to BIG SHANK.
SHANK catches him and stares at RAVEN, hatred emanating throughout the ring. Finally, he looks back at CADY and sets him up… SHANKSTOPPER!!! CADY is done.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!!!
WINNER: BIG SHANK
SHANK climbs to his feet as the fans cheer wildly, but quickly they quiet down as JAMES and BIG SHANK stare at each other in silence. Finally, JAMES smiles, and turns around, slowly making his way out of the ring. SHANK watches as he walks away.
BIG SHANK: Hey, JAMES, I wanted to thank you for the help… I know how the idea of not getting to beat me AGAIN at XMAS XTREME would tear you apart. It must have been tough to swallow your pride and help me win.
JAMES ignores SHANK and continues walking up the ramp.
BIG SHANK: Also, I wanted to thank you for letting me hold onto this title for you. I know its yours, you know, since YOU BEAT ME and everything, but I really do look great in gold. I’ll just hang onto it until XMAS XTREME when you BEAT ME again.
JAMES twitches slightly as he continues walking, but he never turns around or stops.
BIG SHANK: Hey, so we’ll talk later?
JAMES reaches the top of the ramp, and prepares to disappear behind the curtain.
BIG SHANK: Yeah, later works. We have to hammer out the details for my date with MIA.
At those words, JAMES freezes. He slowly turns around, his expression still blank, but his eyes burning with rage. He takes two or three steps back towards the ring, then stops.
JAMES: What?
BIG SHANK: You know, my date with MIA… we agreed on it last week. We agreed that if you hurt me, or physically caused me pain then I got to go on a date with that hot piece of arm candy you got.
JAMES: I didn't attack you…
BIG SHANK: No, you're correct, you didn't attack me… but that has nothing to do with this. The deal was you couldn’t physically hurt me… are you going to deny that you’re the one who helped me back into the ring, to avoid the count out?
JAMES says nothing, but he shakes his head slowly. He isn’t denying it.
BIG SHANK: Good, well… you were a little rough JAKE. I think you might have given me some whiplash or something, or maybe you hurt my ankle… who knows, I’ll decide later.
JAMES clenches his fist, fuming silently as BIG SHANK laughs in the center of the ring. The fans boo loudly, but its impossible to tell which of the competitors, if not both of them, the boos are directed at. SHANK continues to laugh.
BIG SHANK: So now, it looks like I have your title… and your girl, huh?
JAMES slowly makes his way back down the ramp towards the ring, his eyes never leaving BIG SHANK who continues to laugh and belittle JAMES from the center of the ring.
BIG SHANK: Oh… is JOSE a little upset with me now?
JAMES: That's… not… my… name…
BIG SHANK: I know… but damn it if this isn’t just too much fun for me to mess with you.
JAMES makes it to the separated ring steps, and simply leaps up to the ring apron, his trench coat fluttering wildly behind him. He slowly dips down and climbs in between the top two ropes and stands across the ring from BIG SHANK.
BIG SHANK: Howdy partner… I reckon this town aint big enough for the both of us.
JAMES: I didn't hurt you, you don't get to go on a date, and I want my title back.
BIG SHANK: Which title? I'm not sure what your talking about.
As he talks, he takes JAMES’ world title and buttons it up around his own waist.
BIG SHANK: See JAMES, here's the thing. I know what to say, I know what to do, and I know how to push you to your own breaking point. I can make you do things that you’ve never done, and I can make you do things you don't want to do. This is above the title, its above MIA, its just fun.
JAMES: Give… me… the title…
BIG SHANK: You want it? Take it. If you want what's yours you need to take it JAMIKA. You want me to respect you enough to use your real name? Demand the respect… hit me.
JAMES: No.
BIG SHANK: Come on JAMES, be a man!!! Protect your girlfriends honor, and be a real champion instead of a little bitch. HIT ME!!!
JAMES: No.
BIG SHANK walks up to JAMES, getting right up in his face and shouting. JAMES never backs up, and his face remains expressionless.
BIG SHANK: COME ON JODI!!! BE A MAN!!! HIT ME!!! SHOW THE WORLD YOUR NOT A LITTLE GIRL, HIT ME!!! SHOW THEM ALL WHY YOU BEAT ME BEFORE, AND WHY YOU'RE GOING TO DO IT AGAIN!!! JUST HIT-
FLIGHT OF THE RAVEN!!! JAMES RAVEN leaps into the air and grabs SHANK by the neck, bringing him crashing to the mat with one of the most explosive moves in the XWF!!! JAMES lifts SHANK up and irish whips him into the turnbuckle, sending SHANK’s shoulder slamming hard into the steel post. He grabs SHANK from behind and throws him across the ring with a killer suplex. SHANK tries to get to his feet but RAVEN grabs him and lifts him high in the air… INVERTED DDT!!! BIG SHANK is sprawled out motionless on the mat, and JAMES slowly approaches him.
He bends down and unfastens the WORLD title from BIG SHANKS waist and whispers in his ear.
JAMES: See you at the pay per view… bitch.
He rolls out of the ring and heads up the ramp as SHANK shakes the cobwebs out of his head. He sits up in the ring and laughs once more, loudly and heavily. His face drips blood down his chest and onto his tights. He spits blood out onto the ring just as JAMES reaches the top of the ramp.
BIG SHANK: Hey, JACKIE…
JAMES turns around slowly.
BIG SHANK: Every word you say to me… puts you one step closer to the edge.
JAMES stares at him silently, then slowly raises the WORLD TITLE up in the air above his head. The two men stare at each other, and MASSACRE slowly fades out to commercial.
WINNER: BIG SHANK
The man whom you call your “Sexy Papi”
You sound Mex-i-can, but you’ll do anyway
I wanna hold your hand, and pretend you are mine
But I’ll win them over, with homemade burritos
Together we’ll try out the dir-ty sanchez
Aiken, that is, they’re both flaming gay
I simply can’t wait, to have our first date
James can not hold back, we both know he’s nuts
And when it is over, you’ll be on your back
We can ride in my Ferrari, and listen to Hoobastank
Mia, Oh Mia, I’m your Shankaroo
We’ll spend days together, not leaving our sacks
I think you’re hot, and you want me too
But you won’t forget, yours spots I shall find
It’s like a choke hold, he’ll go tap-tap-tap
You’ll love The Big Shank, forever-ever-more!
Suddenly the instrumental version of "The Dynasty" by JAY-Z begins to play as the remaining members of THE DYNASTY. BRADY ANDERSON, TRENT GEIN, MEGAN BYRON, SAM HAIN, JAYMZ DANTE and SHAWN HUNT walk out onto the entrance ramp. The six of them stand side by side on top of the entrance ramp, with BRADY and TRENT in the middle. BRADY has a mic in his hand, and he begins to speak.
BRADY: Hold up there KIDD!!! Your turning your back on us? You don't need THE DYNASTY anymore? You want to come out here and say all that sh*t you just said? Are you really sure that this is the path you want to walk down? If that's the case, then so be it. Now we could come down there and beat you down, but that is not very business like now is it? See KIDD, you and I have history, we go way back brother, and for you to do this to me, well it hurts\205it really does. I wanted you in this group, because I believed you had a lot more to offer. Everyone here thinks you're a joke, and I wanted to prove them all wrong. They all take the p*ss out of you, and it is the six of us that your looking at right now, that stand up for you. You quitting THE DYNASTY is just you proving what everyone says about you is true. You are a loser, you are a joke. You want out? Then fine, your out. But just so you know, once your gone, they ain't no coming back. You walk out on THE DYNASTY, you walk out on us for life. But remember KIDD, not only are you turning your back on THE DYNASTY, you are also turning you back on the only people in this whole entire federation that called you something you probably have never been called before\205friend. Your turning your back on your friends KIDD, lets see how far you go now on your own. KRAZZY KIDD or SPICE ONE or whatever the f*ck you want to be called, as far as all of us are concerned, you are now dead to us. Rest in peace brother, rest in peace.
With that, the six members turn their backs on SPICE ONE, then file out back to the locker room.
The scene then goes to an undisclosed location. The camera looks around but it’s too dark to see anything until FAMINE OF THE VILE jumps out in front of the camera. His head is still bleeding from earlier in the night where he was banging his head on the wall.
FAMINE: HUNTER RYAN! You can dream, you can hope, and you can wish. But nothing you can do will stop me from severely beating you until you can no longer stand. Tonight, I will bury you as this will be your final resting place!
FAMINE shoves the camera and it cuts to static. We then return to the ring where the next match is ready to get underway.
TRENT GEIN
vs.
SHADOW WARRIOR
- - TOOLS OF THE TRADE Ladder Match - -
- - X-MAS X-TREME: ROUND 1 - -
The Bell sounds and SHADOW immediately fires a hard right at GEIN who receives it unwillingly. GEIN staggers back as SHADOW follows it up with a second shot and then a hard clothesline, taking GEIN off his feet. GEIN quick to rise and SHADOW attempts another hard clothesline. Duck under by GEIN and GEIN with a stiff left. SHADOW shot into the ropes and hoisted up and over with a high back body. Huge impact on the mat as SHADOW clutches the lower back. GEIN with a standing splash and a pin fall attempt. Barely a one count. GEIN pulling SHADOW to a vertical base and a hook of the head and neck. GEIN hoists SHADOW up for a suplex, but SHADOW slides down the back and pulls GEIN into a pinning situation. 1…GEIN with an escape. SHADOW to his feet, GEIN as well. Collar and elbow tie up that is cut short by a huge kneelift to the abdomen by GEIN. SHADOW doubles over and GEIN shoots him through the ropes and out onto the floor. The crowd reacts as SHADOW lands hard and GEIN approves of the hard landing as exhibited by the smile on his face.
GEIN through the ropes to the outside and he waits for SHADOW to rise, nearly decapitating him with a northern lariat. SHADOW down and out as GEIN goes under the ring as the crowd begins with the hustle and bustle. GEIN pulls out a….HO?! And not of the ‘strange’ variety. GEIN getting ready to do some gardening at the expense of SHADOW Warrior in this first round matchup. SHADOWto his feet a swings wildly. Duck under by SHADOW, GEIN hoists the weapon high and brings it down again, SHADOW slides out of the way. GEIN turns his head and finds himself on the receiving end of a high dropkick. The ho flies from GEIN’s fingers as SHADOW comes to a vertical base as GEIN rubs his sore jaw while rising. SHADOW reaches down to pull GEIN up and comes up empty following a European uppercut to the jaw by GEIN. SHADOW falls back against the ring as GEIN works the abdomen with stiff shots. GEIN whips SHADOW towards the guard rail on the outside, but SHADOW quick to counter. GEIN crashes hard against the steel as SHADOW charges in, GEIN hoists him up and…NO! SHADOW actually landing in a standing position on the guard rail, he comes off with a hard double ax handle on the head of GEIN who collapses to the floor.
SHADOW eyeing that ho…he walks over and reaches down, pulling the garden utensil into his grasp. GEIN slowly rising, trying to dust off the cobwebs. SHADOW clutching the weapon tightly and he jams up GEIN, catching him in the face with the sharp end of the weapon. GEIN WEARING THE CRIMSON MASK! GEIN has been opened up as SHADOW drops his weapon and he goes bck under the ring, pulling out a toolbox! GEIN opens it up and draws out…a MONKEY WRENCH! SHADOW with a fiendish grin on his face as he clutches the heavy tool. GEIN to his feet, slowly, but eventually. SHADOW brandishing the weapon and he takes a shot, GEIN blocks the forearm attack with his own and he delivers a stiff kick to the gut as SHADOW drops the weapon. GEIN, covered in crimson, fires a right hand in this contest that is anything less than a textbook wrestling classic and more of a fight between two extreme athletes. GEIN poised as SHADOW turns right…INTO A YAKUZA KICK! That sliding kick nearly pulls SHADOW’S head off as he is sent into the side of the ring, barely keeping himself upright with the aide of the ring apron. GEIN takes an opportunity to roll him back into the ring as he looks down at the monkey wrench on the floor. Its now his.
GEIN rolls back into the ring himself, and he waits for SHADOW to rise. GEIN with a baseball swing, the weapon held in both hands. SHADOW manages to duck the attempt, and he dropkicks the knee. GEIN drops the weapon. SHADOW back up and another dropkick to the knee. GEIN off his feet and onto the ground. SHADOW up! He has the wrench! GEIN slowly starting to rise and…SHADOW WITH A WRENCH SHOT! GEIN is dropped like a sack of dimes! The crowd can’t believe the action as SHADOW looks to the ropes. He manages to hoist himself up onto the second rope with the wrench in hand. He leaps off and…DRIVES THE WRENCH DOWN ONTO THE HEAD OF TRENT GEIN! He slides it out of the ring. Cover and a hook of the leg…could it be?! 1…2…3! SHADOW WARRIOR! SHADOW WARRIOR WITH A HUGE FIRST ROUND VICTORY!
SHADOW WARRIOR take out the chainsaw after he is done with the match and reopens the gash he cut in TRENT GEIN before. Then he grabs a mic and begins to talk to the fallen TRENT GEIN.
SHADOW WARRIOR: Well TRENT GEIN I have a story to tell you of a country store owner by the name of Bernice Worden. This lovely woman was my mother. Now she was minding her own business one day when a regular customer by the name of Ed Gein came in to her store pulled a .22 rifle off the rack and slid his own bullet into the chamber and shot her in the head. That man was family to you and therefore I will see to it that your entire family is no more. You took my life away and now I will take yours. An eye for an eye my friend an eye for an eye.
SHADOW WARRIOR then puts the mic down and begins to walk away when suddenly, a figure comes running out of the crowd, holding a steel chair. The man, wearing a hat pulled over his head, slides into the ring, cracking a rising TRENT GEIN across the back. The figure throws his hat off…..It’s DOWNFALL!! TRENT staggers around, holding his back, and he is blasted over the forehead with the chair. TRENT falls back to the mat, and DOWNFALL stares down at him. SHADOW WARRIOR stands there looking at what has just happened. DOWNFALL looks at SHADOW and then runs toward him and lays him out with the chair as well.
DOWNFALL throws the chair to the mat in a rage, he sees SHADOW WARRIOR stirring. DOWNFALL kicks the chair into position under the doubled over SHADOW WARRIOR, buries a boot into his midsection, and gives him a CHIMERA DDT onto the steel chair.
DOWNFALL stands there over the two laid out wrestlers for a second, and then he calls for a mic.
DOWNFALL: Well, TRENT, I've got to hand it to you, I put up the best fight of my life at LORD OF THE RING, but that night, you were the better man. But if you think I was going to sit on the backburner and wait for my turn to come down the pike again, you're wrong. But I really didn't come out here for you.
TRENT is starting to pull himself up, shaking the cobwebs out of his head.
DOWNFALL: My beef is with Spooky Doom over there... SHADOW WARRIOR, a few weeks ago, before LORD OF THE RING, you and I teamed up and you paid me back for winning the match for you, with a chair shot to the head. Well, you reap what you sow -- I'd have thought someone so into a grim reaper symbolism would know that. This is just a warning shot to you, big man, a note to never cross my path in that manner... and also, a notice that myself and the X-TREME division are far from done with each other.
He smirks.
DOWNFALL: See you both around.
WINNER: SHADOW WARRIOR
BOONDOCK SAINT
vs.
SPICE ONE
- - X-MAS X-TREME: ROUND 1 - -
BOONDOCK SAINT and SPICE ONE are in the ring. Each of them have all ready grabbed a weapon! BOONDOCK has a baseball bat and SPICE ONE has a chair! They start to almost sword fight in the middle of the ring. BOONDOCK dents the hell out of the chair with his bat. SPICE ONE drops the chair, BOONDOCK swings at him, SPICE ONE ducks it and dropkicks BOONDOCK down to the ground. BOONDOCK lets go of the baseball bat. SPICE ONE picks it up. He swings at BOONDOCK who just rolls out of the way in the nick of time. SPICE ONE drops the bat! BOONDOCK gets up and dives at SPICE ONE nailing him with a spinning neck breaker. BOONDOCK grabs the dented chair and places it over SPICE ONE. He leg drops the chair down onto SPICE ONE’s face. BOONDOCK picks up SPICE ONE and throws him into the rope. BOONDOCK ducks down and back body drops SPICE ONE onto the dented up chair. BOONDOCK goes for a cover..
ONE…
TWO…
No dice! SPICE ONE kicks out. BOONDOCK pulls up SPICE ONE, BOONDOCK bounces off the ropes and goes for a flying forearm but SPICE ONE catches him in mid air and power slams him down to the mat. SPICE ONE grabs the cow bell that is sitting in the corner. BOONDOCK is getting to his feet slowly, SPICE ONE runs at him and just wails him over the head with the cowbell because everybody needs more cowbell including BOONDOCK SAINT! BOONDOCK hits the mat hard and is bleeding like crazy! SPICE ONE goes to the top rope while BOONDOCK is down. He nails BOONDOCK with a perfect moonsault for a big man! SPICE ONE goes for the cover.
ONE…
TWO…
NO! BOONDOCK kicks out! SPICE ONE can’t believe it. He grabs the referee and throws him out of the ring! Luckily this is a No DQ match! SPICE ONE then grabs BOONDOCK and throws him out of the ring too! SPICE ONE grabs another chair, he gets out onto the apron. He waits for BOONDOCK SAINT to get up. SPICE ONE jumps off and slams the chair down on BOONDOCK SAINT’S head! BOONDOCK is in la la land! SPICE ONE goes for another pin, but the referee refuses to count because SPICE ONE threw him out of the ring. SPICE ONE takes the chair over the referee’s head! SPICE ONE yells at other crew to get a more competent referee down to ringside! While he’s talking, BOONDOCK SAINT gets up, he grabs a fan’s drink and hot dog. SPICE ONE turns around, BOONDOCK SAINT shoves the hot dog into SPICE ONE’s mouth and throws the drink into his eyes! SPICE ONE stumbles and trips over the steel steps! BOONDOCK SAINT looks underneath the ring. He pulls out a table. He sets it up next to the steel steps. BOONDOCK SAINT kicks over the steel steps so there’s only the first step. He grabs SPICE ONE, OHHHH HUGE SUPLEX through the table! BOONDOCK goes for the cover as another referee sprints down.
ONE…
TWOOOO…
SPICE ONE gets out barely. BOONDOCK can’t believe it. He throws SPICE ONE back into the ring. BOONDOCK goes to the top rope. BOONDOCK flies off the top rope, SPICE ONE moves out of the way. BOONDOCK lands on his feet but loses his balance a bit, giving SPICE ONE a chance to get back into the action. Both men lock up once again as BOONDOCK tries to get to the ropes, but SPICE picks BOONDOCK up, going for a backdrop with the hammerlock added in, but BOONDOCK counters by breaking his arm free of SPICE’S grasp and flipping to behind him, going for a behind lock up. SPICE counters by going behind BOONDOCK, who counters again with a stiff hip toss on SPICE, who instantly gets to his knees, both in a stalemate. Standing to his feet, SPICE walks the ring again, going for another lockup, but BOONDOCK ready this time sends a stick kick to SPICE, doubling him over. With a huge club strike to the back, BOONDOCK forces SPICE into the turnbuckle where he follows up with a clothesline, knocking SPICE back hard into the turnbuckle. Striking SPICE with a knee to the stomach, BOONDOCK pulls SPICE from the corner, leveling him with a huge body slam. Kicking SPICE hard in the ribs a few times, BOONDOCK picks SPICE up, who quickly counters the move with rolling, BOONDOCK up into a small package! One… Two… BOONDOCK kicks out, both men quickly getting to their feet. BOONDOCK goes for a stiff clothesline, but SPICE ducks under, executing a neck breaker with a quick grab and fall. Getting to his feet, SPICE walks the ropes a few seconds before picking up BOONDOCK, whipping him with strength to the turnbuckle, BOONDOCK nearly crumbling from the impact. SPICE charges BOONDOCK, planting his shoulder straight into BOONDOCK’S stomach and backs up a little, charging him again to go for a clothesline, but BOONDOCK lifts his elbow, dropping SPICE with a sharp blow to the jaw. SPICE gets up, holding his jaw, turning to face BOONDOCK… Body splash from the second rope on SPICE! BOONDOCK hooks the leg, going for a quick pin. One… Two… SPICE gets his arm up, BOONDOCK standing and taking up SPICE. BOONDOCK lifts SPICE over his shoulder and turns, slamming his shoulder into SPICE’S chest with a combination of a spine buster. Hooking the leg, BOONDOCK goes for another pin. One… Two… KICKOUT! BOONDOCK pops his shoulders before picking up a shaken SPICE ONE. Lifting him up on his shoulder again, BOONDOCK goes for the same move, but SPICE counters, moving from BOONDOCK’S shoulder… DDT ON BOONDOCK! SPICE stands to his feet slowly, waiting for a woozy BOONDOCK to stand, SPICE crouched slightly in the corner of the ring. BOONDOCK turns around… SPICE charges and shifts his weight… SPICE lands a perfect super kick against BOONDOCK’S jaw, snapping his head back. BOTH men fall to the mat from the move, SPICE a second later moving over to cover the fallen BOONDOCK. ONE… TWO… BOONDOCK GETS A SHOULDER UP!!! SPICE takes a deep breath, lifting BOONDOCK up, who using a burst of desperation strength picks up SPICE and spins, slamming him back first into the mat with a huge spine buster, the back of SPICE’S head bouncing off the mat in a sickening thud. BOONDOCK collapses beside SPICE, catching his breath before turning over, letting an arm drop over the motionless SPICE. ONE!! TWO!!! KICKOUT!!! SPICE gets his arm up, rolling to his side, trying to catch his breath and regain his senses. Slowly standing too, BOONDOCK goes to the corner, slowly and unsteadily climbing to the top rope as SPICE made it back to his feet, stumbling around. Turning around on the top rope, BOONDOCK is about to jump from it when SPICE stumbles into the ropes, racking up BOONDOCK upon the top rope. BOONDOCK’S eyes widen in pain as SPICE continues to catch his breath, slowly moving over to BOONDOCK on the top rope. Climbing the ropes as well, SPICE goes to pick up BOONDOCK, who begins to counter with some punches to SPICE’S ribs. Nearly falling, SPICE grabs a hold of BOONDOCK, sending forearm upon forearm to his back, weakening a slowly standing BOONDOCK. Grabbing a hold of BOONDOCK, as he tries to get to his feet. SPICE hit’s it….. KRAZZY KRANIUM KICK! BOONDOCK SAINT is out cold! SPICE ONE covers.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…!!
SPICE ONE WINS!!! SPICE ONE WINS!!! He can’t believe it. The crowd is stunned as he stands up and looks around the arena raising his hand in victory.
WINNER: SPICE ONE
We cut backstage once again where TRENT GEIN is shown walking around still looking a bit shaky from his match earlier in the evening. Suddenly SETH STEVENS comes from behind, cracking him in the back of the right knee with a lead pipe. TRENT hits the floor. STEVENS lays the right leg of TRENT out before smashing the knee cap violently with another shot with the lead pipe. TRENT screams out in pain as he clutches his right knee.
SETH STEVENS: YOU WANT TO JUMP ME?!
STEVENS picks up TRENT before dropping him head first on the concrete with a DDT! STEVENS gets back up and just stares down at his fallen victim.
SETH STEVENS: YOU THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO GET AWAY WITH IT?!
STEVENS plants a straight violent kick into the skull of TRENT before STEVENS pulls a motionless TRENT to his feet.
SETH STEVENS: You're a shell of what you once were!
STEVENS spits in the face of GEIN before taking and sending him through a plate glass to the right of the camera. Glass shatters into thousands of pieces as TRENT’S body goes through it. STEVENS makes his way over to TRENT. TRENT is now a bloody mess. STEVENS mounts TRENT and begins to hammer down with violent right hands. STEVENS stands to his feet. He removes his DYNASTY T-SHIRT before wiping TRENT'S BLOOD across his chest before throwing his DYNASTY t-shirt down on TRENT.
SETH STEVENS: You can take that too. I don't need to be associated with a group of has-beens who have no choice but to align themselves with each other just to get some extra TV Time!
STEVENS then spits down on TRENT and walks away. Looks like SPICE ONE is not the only man leaving THE DYNASTY.
MAIN EVENT HUNTER stands in the middle of the ring and waits for FAMINE. He has a totally focused look in his eyes and begins to losen up while waits, his eyes never leaving the entrance ramp. Finally, FAMINE's music hits and The Vile One slowly makes his way down the ramp, eyes fixed on HUNTER. He has a sadistic smile spread from ear to ear as he finally slides into the ring. The referee stands between the two men, then calls for the bell as this match gets underway!
Neither man seems to want to make the first move. Both just staring each other down, daring each other with cold stares to throw the first blow. Finally, HUNTER leaps into the air and lands a beautiful dropkick knocking FAMINE back into the ropes! HUNTER caught some major hang time on that standing dropkick! FAMINE shakes off the affects but HUNTER is quickly on the assault, Irish whipping him across the ring and connecting with a reverse elbow to FAMINE's jaw as he bounces back. FAMINE holds his jaw as a small bit of blood trickles from his lip. He notices the blood and again that sick smile as he licks it from his lip! HUNTER stares at him and just shakes his head, disgusted. FAMINE charges forward and levels HUNTER with a clothesline! HUNTER pops up and is met with a big boot from his 255lb foe! He hits the mat hard and grabs his head as it bounced off the canvas. FAMINE stays on his opponent and picks him up by his hair knocking him back down with a huge headbutt! HUNTER drops to his knees and holds his face. He checks for blood but is quickly back on his feet. FAMINE throws a hard right connecting with HUNTER's jaw, knocking HUNTER back into the corner. He charges forward but HUNTER trips him up and FAMINE's face slams into the turnbuckle, dazing him a bit. HUNTER bounces off the ropes and hits a bulldog on the Vile One!
He drops to his knees for a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT by FAMINE! HUNTER stands up and quickly jumps up to the top rope. He dives off looking for an elbow but FAMINE rolls out of the way and HUNTER crashes and burns! FAMINE rolls under the ropes and kneels down to find a weapon under the ring. He begins to pull out a sledgehammer but...wait a minute...it gets yanked from his hands back under the ring! FAMINE kneels back down and grabs it again...but again it's yanked back under! FAMINE looks a bit perplexed and goes to the other side of the ring to try again. This time he tries for a steel chair and successfully gets his weapon...but HUNTER dives over the top rope with a cross body to FAMINE outside the ring!! Both men are down after that daredevil move by HUNTER!! He slowly rolls off of FAMINE and reaches for the steel chair that lay next to the ring. Just as he reaches for it, an arm reaches out and pulls it back under. What the hell is going on under the ring?! HUNTER looks very confused now. He lifts up the ring apron to investigate, giving FAMINE time to recover. He charges at HUNTER who just barely ducks another big boot. He gets to his feet, grabs FAMINE, attempts to Irish whip him into the steps, but FAMINE counters the move and HUNTER slams into the steps, crying out in pain!
FAMINE slowly walks over to his fallen foe and kicks him in the side a few times. He kneels down next to HUNTER and just stares into his eyes. The pain HUNTER is in is quite apparent in those eyes. FAMINE picks up HUNTER and attempts a DDT on the thin padding outside the ring...but HUNTER holds onto the ring post and FAMINE slams into the floor, taking all the impact of the move! FAMINE is now holding his back in pain as HUNTER takes a few seconds to recover. He climbs up to the top rope...dives off and hits a perfect swanton from the top rope to the mat outside!! HUNTER is pulling out all the stops tonight! HUNTER slowly gets up, nursing his back, and rolls FAMINE into the ring. He goes for a cover...1...2...KICK OUT by FAMINE!! HUNTER rolls off FAMINE and lays on his back still recovering from his high-flying moves from earlier. He slowly gets to his feet and slumps back into the corner waiting for FAMINE to get to his feet. A spear may be coming! FAMINE gets to his feet, HUNTER charges forward...but is met with a huge clothesline!! FAMINE into the pin now...1...2...KICK OUT by HUNTER!!
FAMINE stands up and suddenly...three red dots appear on his chest and forehead! They look like...sniper sights? FAMINE glances down and tries to wipe away the dots but to no avail. He looks around him for the perpatrator of this stunt but no one can be seen with the evidence. A look of crazed madness appears on FAMINE's face and he picks up HUNTER and drops him with a DDT!! Another cover by FAMINE! 1...2...KICK OUT by a resilient HUNTER RYAN! The dots continue to frustrate FAMINE and appear on his legs and arms now. FAMINE storms around the ring like a mad man! He rolls out of the ring and forcibly takes a camera from one of the cameramen. He takes it into the ring just as HUNTER is slowly getting to his feet. FAMINE stalks HUNTER with the camera! My god he's going to...SPEAR!! HUNTER explodes into FAMINE and breaks him in half with a spear!! Quickly into a cover! 1...2...KICK OUT at two and a half by FAMINE! HUNTER can't believe it! The camera had rolled out of the ring and HUNTER rolls under the ropes, picks it up, and stares at it for a moment. He finally rolls back into the ring and sizes up FAMINE with the camera now. FAMINE slowly gets to his feet, HUNTER runs forward, and slams the camera off of FAMINE's skull busting his forehead open!! This is it! FAMINE is out!
HUNTER tosses the camera outside the ring and drops into another cover! 1...2...THR...KICK OUT by FAMINE!! My god how close was that?! How the hell did FAMINE kick out of that?! HUNTER looks to the referee to see just how close he was. He can't believe it! HUNTER rolls out of the ring again and looks under the ring apron for a weapon. FAMINE crawls to the ropes and slowly gets to his feet using the ropes to support himself. HUNTER gets back into the ring behind FAMINE with a steel chair and is sizing him up again! He runs at FAMINE with the chair...but FAMINE connects with a big boot knocking the steel chair back into HUNTER's face!! FAMINE's face is covered in a crimson mask as he drops down to cover HUNTER! 1...2...THR...KICK OUT by HUNTER!! How the hell did he kick out?! What a match!!
Suddenly, NICK RYAN appears at the top of the ramp! He just stands there with his arms crossed watching the match. FAMINE glances up and sees his latest victim staring a hole into him. That sick smile forms again on his face as he stares back at NICK. HUNTER has been busted open and is laying in a pool of blood. FAMINE turns back to him, lifting him up as the blood pours out of the gash on his forehead. FAMINE glares down the ramp at NICK and smiles as he sets up HUNTER for the Demon Horns! He lifts up the younger RYAN brother...but HUNTER breaks free...and DDTs FAMINE into the steel chair!! Both men are barely moving in the middle of the ring! This might be over...with no winner! Neither man is moving! While both men are down NICK RYAN comes running down to ringside. HUNTER starts making his way to his feet but just barely. FAMINE is now getting back to his feet slowly as well. NICK goes under the ring and pulls out a sledge hammer. As HUNTER tries to get to his feet, FAMINE is up but getd distracted by NICK who is on the ring apron with the sledge hammer. FAMINE doesn’t see HUNTER making it back to his feet. FAMINE tries to grab NICK but NICK jumps off the apron and hits FAMINE’S foot with the sledge hammer. FAMINE holds his foot in pain and then turns around only to come face to face with HUNTER who rams him with the HUNTER SPEAR! HUNTER flips FAMINE over and goes for the cover…..1……….2………..3!!!! OH MY GOD! HUNTER HAS BEATEN FAMINE! HUNTER HAS BEATEN FAMINE! This is unbelievable. Thanks to NICK RYAN, HUNTER moves on to the next match for a shot at the World Title. What has NICK RYAN done?
One by One by Alter Bridge plays once again as JENSEN KENT makes his way out to the arena. He stops atop the entrance and looks upset as he stares at NICK RYAN
JENSEN: Didn’t I warn you not to interfere in this match NICK? There may not be anything I can do to put you in a match since you have an agreement with Jon to train for your match at XMAS XTREME, But I am warning you one final time. Starting next week, you are NOT to be anywhere near FAMINE nor are you allowed to interfere in anything he does or attack him in any way. If you do, I will not only suspend you, but I will strip you of your half of the titles and leave FAMINE as the sole tag title holder. Your match at XMAS XTREME will then become nothing more than a Devil’s Playground match for your life and not the titles.
NICK grabs a mic and smiles as he talks to JENSEN
NICK: That’s fine with me. But as of right now, you and FAMINE are on notice. You’ll never see me coming and you won’t even know it’s me. But this is not over by a long shot!
Remember the Name by Fort Minor plays as the show ends and both RYAN brothers are still in the ring. JENSEN is at the entrance ramp but FAMINE has disappeared and no one has even noticed……
WINNER: HUNTER RYAN
FAMINE OF THE VILE
vs.
HUNTER RYAN
- - X-MAS X-TREME: ROUND 1 - -
