There was a point in time when you couldn't keep her off of the top side of a winning pinfall combination in Full Throttle Wrestling but as the anxious crowd filed into New York City's Bowery Ballroom they were shocked to see Alexis Haze lose in a dark match. It was a shocking victory in her first match anywhere when Eden Poe rolled her up for a three count. With rumored ties to both of the beautiful women, Rayne Phoenix was at ringside for the contest and showed no favor as to just which one he preferred just yet. The match ended and the venue filled to capacity, yet Rayne remained at ringside. People recognized his face from CMW and FTW and called his name trying to get his attention but he seemed entranced by something that only he could see. The lights fell as the show was set to begin and the man who was rumored to almost see better in the dark moved...
As the pyros exploded across the staging and Ballroom Blitz by Sweet exploded from the p.a. system, the crowd gasped and everything stopped. With the speed with which security descended on the scene it was obvious that this was not a work, especially when even Spyder Gainey arrived with no ring introduction. D. Simon Reynolds found Rayne in CMW. From there he went to an insane asylum where he stayed until Simon had use for him in FTW and everyone watching knew this. No one could pull him off of one of UWE's biggest free agent signings to date, former HCW superstar Dragon. There was a big buzz surrounding Dragon who was known as somewhat of a joker backstage here already, but blood ran freely out of his mouth as Rayne applied a body scissors around his gut and a full nelson with a baseball bat across his throat in the front row of the crowd where Dragon had been sitting.
Finally, appearing to have given up, Spyder Gainey motioned for security to step back and to the delight of the crowd, Spyder took a chair and cracked Rayne square on the head hard enough to bend the chair around his head.
The thud was sickening,...but Rayne held on.
The chair seat had snapped, and the front legs were wrapped around Rayne's throat, Spyder couldn't free it so he grabbed another chair smashing it too across Rayne's head, this time with a running start.
Still Rayne held on.
Spyder grabbed the first chair yoking Rayne off of him finally and pulling the man over the guardrail to ringside as EMT's were finally able to arrive and attend to the Hardcore Heathen, Dragon.
“Spit it out” by Slipknot, hits the speakers and JXD walks out. The boos continue to echo around as the Nightmare slides into the ring, staring down at Rayne Phoenix as Spyder slides out of the ring, and from under it he grabs two containers. sliding them under the ropes he signals to Harrison who throws him a microphone, catching it as he climbs back into the ring.
Spyder Gainey: Ladies and Gentlemen...Happy Mother's Day and welcome to the Bowery Ballroom! As you know later on, we got a Taipei Deathmatch lined up for the entertainment of you hardcore motherfuckers! So the two sick sons of bitches in this match are gonna get themselves glassed up and ready to kill each other!
Spyder kicks the first container's lid
off. Neither JXD or Rayne break their gaze as they dip their hands into
the glue.
Diablo: There’s stage one, and at present, I can’t tell where the hatred
is coming from the most, the crowd or the competitors for tonight’s main
event!
Spyder then kicks the lid off the second container and holds it up as
both men, one after the other cover their glue covered hands in broken
glass, the stare down between Rayne and JXD showing no signs as JXD
drops out the ring and backs away, not taking his eyes off Rayne until
he disappears behind the curtain. Once JXD was completely gone, Spyder
took out his cell phone and in seconds a second set of EMT's, this one
looking much tougher than the one which attended to Dragon arrived.
Quickly Rayne was subdued and locked into a straight jacket. Once again,
Ballroom Blitz by Sweet hit the speakers and the lights fell.
The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention.
Harrison: Ladies and Gentlemen, Spyder Gainey, Uncensored Wrestling Entertainment and HBO welcomes you to the Bowery Ballroom for Ballroom Blitz!
"Pawn Shop Promises" by Across 5 Aprils hits the speakers as Ryan Slade enters the arena.
Harrison: This match is for one fall and has a ten minute television time limit. Making his way to the ring tonight by way of NEW YORK CITY!
He pauses for the cheap pop.
Harrison: He weighed in tonight at 246 pounds...RYAN...SLADE!
His music is drowned out when Metalingus by Alterbridge hits the speakers. The crowd goes wild as the lights fall and slow motion stills of Seraphis' most solid bumps cascade slowly down the big screen. Pyros explode and a spotlight hits the staging revealing that the pyros have ignited the Kendo stick that he holds up over his head.
Harrison: And from parts unknown but most recently FULL THROTTLE WRESTLING!!! SERAPHIS!
The crowd gives him much love as he makes his way slowly to the ring. He drops his weapon and slides in, Lowrider calls for the match bell.
Diablo: Both men in
the ring, the bell has rung and we are underway.
Seraphis and Slade lock up in the center of the ring, quickly gaining the advantage Seraphis breaks the hold and wraps Slade into a hammer lock. Slade begins to step foreword to reach for the ropes but Seraphis pushes him causing him to gain unneeded momentum and ricochet off the ropes, on the rebound Seraphis drops him with a devastating spinning heel kick to the jaw.
Maverick: Is Slade here to fight? What's he doing in there?
Diablo: You'd better be on your a-game
when you're in the squared circle with Seraphis!
Both men are up quick, Seraphis goes for another spinning heel kick,
Slade catches his foot and attempts to taunt him by shaking his head no,
Seraphis simply smiles and jumps kicking Slade hard in the back of the
head with a standing insiguri. Seraphis then climbs a nearby turnbuckle
and waits as Slade stands and begins to walk towards him. Seraphis bends
down and grabs a fist full of Ryan's hair and begins a ten count of
brutal right hand punches to the cranium. As the crowd shouts ten
Seraphis drops to the mat, turns and nails the diamond cutter.
Diablo: OBLIVION! This one's over!
Maverick: 1...2...3 and he made it look easy.
Once again Metalingus by Alterbridge hits the speakers.
Harrison: And your winner via pinfall...SERAPHIS!
The camera
switches to the back, JXD is seen getting the glass covered tape off his
hands with help from his fiancé Alexandrea.
Diablo: What the hell is he doing?
JXD: Fuck Taipei rules, it’s only broken glass on tape, there’s no fun
in it! I’ll fight Rayne, but I’ll fight him with no tape on my hands or
wrists, and I’ll fight with something a lot more deadly than shards of
broken glass…
Diablo: Which is what? Broken glass covered in infected viral?
JXD opens up a bottle of glue, pouring the contents over his hands and
fingers as Alexandrea picks up a second container, filled with
razorblades of different sizes. JXD laughs evilly as he dips his hands
into the container, the blades sticking straight onto his skin as blood
drips down his hand from where they cut into his hands.
Maverick: You've got to be shittin' me! He’s gonna die now! But it’ll
make great TV!
Diablo: EMT’s, as always are on standby!
JXD sits down into the chair, wiping his forehead as the blood flows
down from the small cuts, Alexandrea puts the container on a table and
sits on JXD’s lap as he recites a single rhyme.
JXD: I’ll draw for you a picture, I’ll draw it with a twist, I’ll draw
it with a razorblade, I’ll draw it on your wrist…
The camera draws in a bit closer.
JXD: I’ll make you scream in pain, as the blood flows from your wrist, blood redder than your eyes Rayne...Death is your final twist...
The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention.
Harrison: This match is for one fall and has a ten minute television time limit.
"I Take Drugs" By Murderdolls hits on the sound system and the arena goes completely black and a strobe light kicks on after a few moments C-Dogg and Nikki Rose walk out.
Harrison: Being accompanied to the ring tonight by Nikki Rose, he hails from Riverside, California...C-Dogg...COREY RAMIREZ!!
C-Dogg walks to the each side of the ramp antagonizing the fans by yelling at them and giving them the finger. Nikki Rose bends over and runs her hands from her ass up her back and shakes her ass at the crowd. Then the two of them make their way to the ring. C-Dogg slides in the ring and Nikki takes her place at ringside. Camera zooms in on C-Dogg's face and he sticks out his pierced tongue as the strobe lights kick off and the lights come back on. C-Dogg then walks over and leans on the turnbuckles awaiting his opponent.
"Rich Girl" by Gwen Stefani hits the speakers and Jessica Haze steps out.
Harrison: And his opponent, The Spoiled Princess...Jessica Haze!
Maverick: She's definately the hotter of the Haze sisters.
Diablo: Let's hope she does better than Alexis did earlier!
She slides in and the match bell sounds. The two tie up but C-Dogg quickly overpowers her and pushes her back into a corner. Lowrider calls for a break where she lands a low blow. He is doubled over where she lands a reverse neckbreaker, and quick to her feet Haze hits him with an Asai moonsault and quickly goes for a pin.
Diablo: Ramirez kicking out but Haze is taking the fight right to him.
They both move to their feet tying up once again, not trying to overpower her this time, Corey applies a hammerlock, then a half nelson. He releases the hammerlock to apply a full nelson then lifts her up with a full nelson slam. He follows this up quickly with a corkscrew legdrop, he hooks the leg but she kicks out at the last possible second.
Maverick: He needs to take it easy on her, she's a lady!
Diablo: She's one of the guys when she's in that ring...I don't care how good she looks.
Maverick: Obviously, neither does Ramirez.
He pulls her up by the hair and backing into the ropes, sends her for the ride. Ramirez scoops her up in full stride and sits out nailing a hard Falcon's Arrow.
Diablo: Taka Michinoku himself would've been proud of that one. Where's he going?
Ramirez ascends the ring ropes and signals to the crowd just as he leaps and nails a big legdrop.
Maverick: He calls that the Riverside Bump! And this one is in the books!
Diablo: 1...2...3!
Once again "I Take Drugs" By Murderdolls hits the speakers.
Harrison: And your winner via pinfall...C-Dogg...COREY RAMIREZ!!
C-Dogg has made his way to his feet. Someone covering his face with an
oversized black hoodie jumps the guard rail, slides into the ring and
cracks C-Dogg over the head with a steel chair. C-Dogg goes down
hard and fast.
Maverick: What the hell? Where the hell is security?
C-Dogg stumbles to his feet, but the man picks C-Dogg up in position for
a torture rack. He grabs C-Dogg's right arm and holds it across his neck
then hits C-Dogg with a cut-throat suplex on the chair. C-Dogg gets
dropped headfirst on the steel chair, his head making a sickening
thud.
Maverick: YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN' ME.
Diablo: That kid could have a broken neck.
C-Dogg is lying motionless in the ring. The man pulls of his hoodie and
when the fans see who it is, they go absolutely nuts.
Diablo: No way. What's he doing here?
Standing in the ring, wearing black and white camouflage pants, and a
black FTW t-shirt is Hardcore Wrestling's Messiah, Snake Ridge. Ridge
grabs the mic.
Ridge: Don't act so surprised. You didn't really think Spyder could run
a fed without me in it did you?
Diablo: He may have a point there. He was with FTW from the time it
opened to the time it closed.
Ridge: After a reception like that, there is one thing I have to say to
all of you wonderful fans right here in New York.
Cheep pop from the crowd.
Ridge: And that one thing I want to say is that all of you fans...can
kiss my ass!
Maverick: What?
The fans are in a stunned silence.
Ridge: That's right, you all heard me. If you don't understand what I
just said, let me rephrase it. You fans can go to hell, go fuck
yourselves, go play in traffic or go watch Avulsion.
Diablo: What the hell has gotten into him?
Maverick: I don't know, but I like it.
Ridge: For as long as I've been in this business, I've tried to play the
hero. Fight for what's right, try to make the fans happy, give you
people what you want to see. And what did it get me? I'll tell you. It
got me three concussions, a broken jaw, a herniated disc in my back,
three broken ribs, a long list of knee problems, enough blood lost to
fill a blood bank, chronic pain every day for the rest of my life. Hell
I even had some sick fuck cut my thumb off.
Ridge holds up his right hand. He has only a small stub where his thumb
should be.
Ridge: And not to mention a constant struggle to pay my bills. But here
we are at Ballroom Blitz. UWE's first of many pay-per-views. Ah this
brings back memories of FTW. All the promises, all the hopes and dreams,
all the boys who busted their asses trying to make something out of that
company that changed owners on a monthly basis. That's not what I'm most
upset about. What I'm most upset about is, when I showed up for work one
day, and all I found was a sign on the door that said, "Sorry, we're
closed." After all the times I busted my ass for that company, all the
injuries I got, all the sacrifices I made, all the loyalty I showed and
nobody met me face to face to tell me the company was closed, no body
called me, nobody sent me a lousy letter, hell nobody even returned my
e-mails. Hey Spyder, I heard you're looking for a slogan for this
company. How about "Welcome to Uncensored...now bend over!!"
Diablo: That was uncalled for.
Maverick: Yeah, saying FTW changed owners on a monthly basis is uncalled
for. It changed owners on a bi-monthly basis.
Ridge: This time, I'm not here to make a company or to change this
industry. I'm here for two things. To make money and win the Primo
title.
Ridge drops the mic and heads towards the back to a loud chorus of boos
as Suicide Messiah by Black Label Society starts to play over the sound
system.
The arena lights
go out and the fans question the darkness of the arena. Expecting some
sort of dark and gothic entrance, they are surprised by the kicking in
of "Who Run It" by 3-6-Mafia. The song goes into full blast as white and
blue pyro-technics BLAST in the entrance. This gets a reaction out of
the crowd as spotlights hit the stage and out comes none other than the
Infamous One, Jeremy Diaz clad in a black silk Armani suit with a blue
undershirt, designer shades, and the X-Net World Heavyweight
Championship over his shoulder. The crowd goes nuts at the sight of The
Infamous One as he walks to both edges of the stage to gaze into the
crowd as the blinding surge of camera flashes blink off his shades. He
then heads down the aisle.
Harrison: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome...THE X-NET WORLD
HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION..."INFAMOUS" JEREMY DIAZ!!!
Jeremy enters the ring via the steel steps and poses on all four
turnbuckles by hoisting the X-Net Title high above his head. He then
gets down and grabs a mic from ring side as the crowd chants
"In-Fam-OUS" loudly and repeatedly. Jeremy drapes the X-Net title over
his right shoulder and holds it in place with his right hand while
holding the mic to his mouth with his left hand.
Diaz: I just wanna say....Jessica Haze...Will you go out with me?
Some fans question what Jeremy just said while others continue to cheer.
Diaz: You people remind me of the groupie I boned last night, please get
off my nuts!
Some boos, some cheers.
Diaz: I came out here for a few reasons tonight. One was to plug my CMW
Reunion Show on May 15th. Another was to tell Jessica Haze that I want
her body. And another was to call out Sean Galen.
The fans boo at the sound of Sean Galen's name. Jeremy looks down at the
X-Net Title on his shoulder.
Diaz: If it wasn't for Galen, I wouldn't have this title.
The fans boo, some more and others question Jeremy once again.
Diaz: That's right, I wouldn't be the X-Net World Heavyweight Champion
because I joined that tournament for one reason and one reason only and
that was to kick the shit out of that little pretty boy bitch! But what
did he do? He didn't even show up to the first round! Me, however, I
ended up moving on and on into the tournament and am here today with
this very much prestigious title over my shoulder. However, I am here
because Galen has been calling himself something that can be contested
in many different ways.
Short pause.
Diaz: The best.
Another short pause.
Diaz: You see, Sean Galen isn't the best because to be the best you have
to face AND beat the best. Over there in NLCW, they don't have the best,
I'm sure. Here in UWE, Johnny Mac isn't the best. Hell, Johnny Mac isn't
even the worst. He's on his own personal level of horrible. You wanna
know who the best is? ME!!! And has Galen faced me!? NO! And does he
have the balls to face me!? NO!!! Of course if you ask him, he'll tell
you yes, but you start to set things up and you notice him starting to
take a step back because he knows that when he steps in this ring with
me it isn't a beauty pageant. When he steps into this ring with me it
isn't a Mr. Romance competition, it will be me stomping his pretty
blonde head into the mat until I get tired of kicking his ass and put
him away. Regardless of the situation though, I will continue to live by
this simple creed until I get my match.
Short pause.
Diaz: FUCK SEAN GALEN!!!
And then the big screen roars into life and we see Spyder Gainey's smiling face.
Spyder Gainey: Man...you just don't know how good it feels to finally have a real superstar on my Uncensored roster...
The camera pans back and the crowd roars their disapproval when they see who is in his office with him.
Arnold Layne: Stop holding my cock Gainey and give me that contract. If you got Diaz...you got me!
Layne snatches the contract from Spyder, and quickly signs it, tossing it back towards Spyder as he turned to leave.
Spyder Gainey: Yo Layne...you really think you can take Diaz?
Arnold Layne looks over to the flat screen monitor mounted on the wall of Spyder's office and looked down at Diaz standing in the ring listening to them.
Arnold Layne: Diaz is just one man in a long line of dreamers who have tried to break me down. If they couldn't do it, what makes you think you can? Bottom line, Diaz...You and me are one in the same, we both think that we are the best...In the end there's a job to do and no matter what the cost, I'll get that job done.
Layne takes a step closer to the camera staring intently into it.
Arnold Layne: And just remember Jeremy,
if you beat me...It probably means I let you win!!
"Ballroom Blitz" by Sweet hits the speakers again as Jeremy throws the
microphone down and leaves the ring.
The song stops suddenly as the big screen once again roars into life. JXD is the first person seen, Rayne Phoenix is still locked up tight inside of his straight jacket and JXD is pummeling him viciously with taped fists that had earlier in the evening been dipped in glued then shards of broken glass and razorblades. Rayne bled freely and fought his restraints but he was simply entangled. Security arrived pulling JXD off of Rayne, Spyder Gainey and Lowrider were not far behind.
Spyder Gainey: Whoa...whoa...WHOA! Don't break 'em up! Let 'em fight!
Inside of the arena, the fans popped with their approval.
He slammed the Uncensored Primo Title down across Lowrider's shoulder.
Spyder Gainey: And give that to the last man standing!! Ring the bell!!
Diablo: This was supposed to be our Main Event but you know Spyder...he can't resist a good fight no matter if he's in it or watching it!
The bell sounds, and as Lowrider pulls the straight jacket off of Rayne, we see that his glued fists were not dry when he was put in the coat and now his fists are glued in glass inside of the ends of the straight jacket. JXD sees this and taking full advantage of it. He grabs the Primo Title and levels Rayne with it. He hit him so hard that Rayne back flipped mid air, landing face down. JXD was on him quickly, he crucifixed the arms, pulling Rayne's head up and then stuck his boot to the back of his head and curb stomped the man viciously the hard concrete. In front of them, Alexandrea sets up a table, JXD pulls Rayne up by his hair nailing a hard quick fallaway slam through the table.
Maverick: You've GOT to be shittin' me! Are we allowing this? JXD will murder him...literally.
Diablo: It ain't over til the credits roll...
Maverick: Yeah yeah yeah, I know and maybe not even then.
JXD grabs the sleeves of Rayne's straight jacket and begins dragging him towards the gorilla position. The closer they get to the arena, the louder the crowd gets in anticipation. Finally JXD appears on the staging, he holds a struggling Rayne Phoenix aloft, JXD's stride increases as he steps towards the edge of the staging. With a Ganso Bomb, he sent Rayne over the edge!
Diablo: Trip to the ER!
Maverick: This is sick, I don't know how much more of this I can watch and call it entertainment.
As Lowrider arrived on the scene to begin his ten count, JXD stepped quickly backstage.
1...
JXD reappears with a trashcan and the crowd goes wild.
2...
He puts it on top of his head.
3...
JXD grabs hold of the support beams at the bottom of the big screen.
4...
He begins to climb.
5...
The crowd starts chanting "J-X-D" and he moves a bit quicker.
6...
Rayne Phoenix has not moved.
7...
Diablo: Rayne is out cold! JXD has the Primo Title won!!
JXD reaches the top.
8...
JXD JUMPS!
9...
Seemingly from nowhere, Deuce and Trinity Holmes jumped the guardrail, and each with a foot they drug Rayne safely out of the way and broke up the count. JXD landed hard and violently. He lay motionless as the crowd chanted "HOLY SHIT" and the Holmes duo laughed and pointed.
Diablo: He never hits a stupidsault! Why the hell does he even try?
Maverick: Stupidity?
With a loud pop, Alexandrea appears on the staging walking through a cloud of powder and holding the broken ends of two light tubes. She looked violently down at Deuce and Trinity, before they both took off in opposite directions. Alexandrea ran after Trinity when all of a sudden, Rayne Phoenix nipped up.
With a baseball slide dropkick he sent the trashcan that still held JXD's head hard into the staging wall. Rayne kicked the trash can aside, and with his left hand he wrapped his straight jacket around JXD's throat choking him while he pummeled him with his right. Instantly, the end of his right straight jacket sleeve was soaked crimson and dripping. He tries to shake it off, and with JXD still by the throat, he pulls him up to his knees. He wraps his right arm around JXD's throat the same way as his left, lifts, and nails a flip piledriver!
Diablo: Oh what a sick maneuver! Both of these men are bleeding like stuck pigs I don't know how much longer either one can go without passing out.
Wasting no time, Rayne pulled JXD up, wrapped the straight jacket arms around his waist, twisted and lifted him up for a hard powerbomb.
Maverick: That was just sick, did you hear that?
With the straightjacket cinched in around JXD's waist, he easily lifted the smaller man up for a second powerbomb, then a third!
Diablo: It would be an easy pinfall on any other night right now but not in a Death Match.
Yanking hard, Rayne splits the seams of the straight jacket and tears it in half, his fists still glued inside the ends of the sleeves. He takes the UWE Primo Title away from Lowrider, and drops it in front of JXD on the floor, before dropping several right hands down onto his skull. Rayne held JXD over the belt, bleeding him onto the title and laughing like a madman into the camera. Blood puddled at his feet and he dropped JXD flat onto the floor and threw his arms up in victory. Quickly Lowrider began a 10 count, and just as JXD had, Rayne began to climb...
Maverick: You've got to be shittin' me!! Just stand there and win. It's over Rayne!
Diablo: It ain't over til the credits roll...and usually not even then!
Rayne pulls himself up onto the staging and on seven he jumped, obviously going for the "Flight of the Phoenix" but somehow...someway...JXD raised a boot and caught Rayne square under the jaw with a boot! Lowrider was forced to begin the count again anew.
1...
Neither man moved.
2...
"Walk" by Pantera exploded from the speakers.
3...
Johnny Mac stepped out onto the staging holding a baseball bat covered in barbed wire.
4...
Neither man had moved.
5...
Mac began to head towards JXD and Rayne.
6...
JXD jerked violently.
7...
Mac raised his bat and the crowd went wild, there would be no more interferences.
8...
JXD made it to one knee, he grabbed the support beams holding up the staging.
9...
With flashbulbs exploding across the arena, JXD pulled himself to his feet, still clutching the support beams with both hands.
10!!!
As Lowrider called for the bell, JXD fell flat on his face, but Mac was there to pull him up and slap the UWE Primo Title down across his shoulder. Lowrider held up JXD's other arm in victory.
Harrison: And your winner, by count out and the very first UWE Primo Champion... J...X...D!
But there was no time for Johnny Mac to celebrate with JXD...
The lights flicker and then go out. The arena's thousands of fans wait in anticipation. A huge explosion goes off in the rafters as pyros explodes on the stage and smoke pours out throughout the crowd.
"OOH WAH AH AH AH!!!"
Down with the Sickness by Disturbed
blasts over the arena's P.A. system as out steps The Wrestling God; Sean
Galen to an enormous crowd reaction of cheers and boos. He walks down
the aisle and to the ring apron as he leaps up onto it. He slides
between the
second and third rope, and walks into the center of the ring. He gets on
the turnbuckles and taunts the crowd, flexing and raising up his arms.
He then motions for Johnny Mac to come on.
Harrison: This next match will be the evening's Main Event and it will be a ladder match to decide the number one contender the the UWE Primo Title. And by special orders from Spyder Gainey...anyone on the UWE roster may compete!! Already inside of the ring, and making his home in Orange County, California, Sean Galen! And his opponent...
From out of nowhere, the Infamous Jeremy Diaz runs into the arena and nails Mac to the back of the head with the X-Net Title. Slowly a briefcase on a hook descends from the rafters and Harrison climbs out of the ring as Diaz slides in.
Maverick: These two guys have been trash talking each other everywhere that anyone will listen. I knew they couldn't wait for a sanctioned match!
Diablo: All hell will break loose before this match is over! Look, Mac's up and he looks pissed off!
Diaz slides into the ring, immediately taking it to Galen. He lands several hard right hands that back Galen up into the ropes, with an Irish whip he sends Galen for the ride, but Johnny Mac catches he foot and trips the man up before pulling him to the outside. Mac lifts Galen up and nails a hard gutwrench powerbomb that sent Galen down into the steel steps at ringside. Mac held on around Galen's waist and moved around behind him where he lifted him up for one, then two...
Diablo: Third time's the charm!
Three consecutive German suplexes. Diaz saw that Mac had no interest in him at all and he slid out of the ring and pulled a ladder out from under it and slid it into the ring.
Diablo: NO! Not like this! Anything but this!
Diaz set the ladder up and began to climb when suddenly the opening guitar riff of "Prince Charming" by Metallica cut through the near silence like a knife through warm butter. Instantly, Diaz stopped and looked towards the entranceway with the entire crowd on their feet. Not one ass was in one seat when The Baby Faced Assassin Deuce Holmes hopped the guardrail and stood on the broadcast table right in between Maverick and Diablo. Before either could react, Deuce leaped to the ring apron and then spring boarding over the top of it, he dropkicked the ladder!
Maverick: TIMBER!!
With the height of the ladder, Diaz cleared the ring entirely, landing on top of Johnny Mac who held Galen up on his shoulders in a human torture rack. Deuce slowly began to set the ladder back up in the ring.
Diablo: I am appalled! I can't believe this is happening!
Maverick: Well you did just wish for anything except for what Diaz was doing!
Diablo: Deuce Holmes can not compete in this match...he's not even on the UWE roster!
Holmes set the ladder up exactly beneath the contract and stepped away from it.
Maverick: What the hell's he doing?
Suddenly, "Step Up" by Drowning Pool hits the speakers and Arnold Layne stepped out onto the staging.
Maverick: Oh you have GOT to be shittin' me!! Now I've seen it all!
Diablo: This can't be happening! THIS CAN'T BE HAPPENING!!
Layne flexed, and slowly started to walk down to the ring. Diaz struggled to make it to his feet, pulling himself up with the ring apron but just as soon as he was standing, Layne planted a boot in his gut and nailed an ace crusher.
Maverick: That's the Arnold Layne Stunner!!
Layne pulled Galen up and nailed another ALS, then a third on Johnny Mac before he rolled into the ring and looked up at the briefcase. Deuce Holmes backed away from Layne and wrapping an arm around the top rope he backflipped out of the ring and down onto the floor of the arena where he again disappeared into the crowd.
Slow and cocky, Layne began to ascend the ladder. Mac made it to his feet, yet he paid no attention to Layne inside of the ring, he went right back after Galen. Mac scooped Galen up onto his shoulders and inverted a DVD into a Michinoku Driver as Layne reached the briefcase. he pulled it down and the match bell sounded.
Harrison: Your winner...and the number one contender to the UWE Primo Title...ARNOLD LAYNE!!
Diablo: I can't believe that this has happened! This is an injustice!
Maverick: It really is because Johnny Mac just gave up a chance to face JXD just to get some petty revenge on Sean Galen!
Diablo: And I don't think he's finished yet!
Mac grabs Lowrider and stuffs a wad of money in his shirt pocket pointing down at Galen. Mac pulls him up and rolls him into the ring following close behind. Again, Mac scooped Galen up onto his shoulders, this time he inverted the DVD into an implant DDT!
Diablo: That's THE FREAKSHOW!
Lowrider slid into position and counted out a hard fast three count before sliding out of the ring just as the credits began to roll.
Maverick: There's something wrong with that boy....
Diablo: Yeah...he called Mac out and got murked! But I'm just glad I got to see it before time ran out.
Maverick: Well I for one...
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