A few minutes before the show was scheduled to begin, Harley Abate stepped out onto the staging holding a microphone and a bottle of booze. No music was heard, on the big screen above and behind her the words, "Dave Williams, February 29, 1972 - August 14, 2002" slowly fade up into focus.

Harley Abate: On August 14, 2002, the world of rock lost a great guy. Dave Williams, who I had the pleasure of meeting a few times during their tours, was not only a great leader singer for Drowning Pool, but was always out in front of his fans and even those that were not his fans. After playing a show in Columbus, OH, Williams got off stage, toweled off, then walked not to the tour bus, but to the bar, talking to everyone and signing whatever was thrown in front of him.

On the big screen, pictures of Harley with the band, and some of just her and Dave blend and fade into one another.
 

Harley Abate: It’s funny. I try and get a lot of photos that I have taken signed by different bands. And someone asked me if I ever had Dave sign anything. The answer was no. They then asked why. The answer was simple. Dave wasn’t a rock star to me. He was just a great guy who happened to be in a great band. He never came off as he was anything different than just a guy playing music for a living and I didn’t think of Dave as someone whose autograph I wanted because he wasn’t a star in my eyes, he was just Dave. And that is what made Dave and Drowning Pool so special.

By now, the crowd was starting to get loud, whistling and holding up lighters.
 

Harley Abate: On August 14, 2002 the world lost some great rock music...but more importantly, the world of rock music lost a great guy.

She tipped the bottle of Jack Daniels, then held it up and poured a shot out over the side of the staging and the crowd went wild as Dave's voice whispered out of the p.a. system.

The small pyramid shaped arena seemed to actually rock as "Bodies" by Drowning Pool sound tracked the video package for Bodycount. And when the shot was perfect, just as a small mosh pit opened up behind the broadcast table, the cameras centered on Maverick and Diablo to kick off the show.

Maverick: What's up motherfuckers?

Diablo: You found us again!

Maverick: And we knew you would. We are live in Ft. Lauderdale right here in The Mecca of sports and entertainment. The house that David Law built...the greatest boss in the world!

Diablo: Opinions vary...

Maverick: Well this isn't an opinion, it's a fact, we are almost ready, I just got word from the streets of Miami that in just a few moments we will see the Uncensored Primo Title defended. The Enigma, Rayne Young is all set to defend against Nobody, Asher Dubois.

Diablo: And while they're getting ready, let's bring everyone up to speed on what's happened earlier this evening right here at The Mecca. Two big debuts tonight on UWE Foreplay!

Maverick: I could have done without Foreplay.

Diablo: So I've heard. Nevertheless, two big time debuts earlier tonight. First we say Sean Corvik debuting. This newcomer took out the last of the IWF guys in Mantis.

Maverick: Don't forget the champ now.

Diablo: This is true, Uncensored Primo Champion Rayne Young was the man who sold the IWF to David Law. Shame none of those guys turned out to be tough enough for the bog leagues, but Sean Corvick proved that he was tonight. What the hell was that move he used?

Maverick: I was grabbing a beer, happened so fast that I missed it.

Diablo: I wouldn't begin to know what to call that maneuver but it was effective. Kyra Cardelli on the other hand...we know all about her.

Maverick: And we would like to know her inside...and out.

Diablo: She seemed to have Carrie Frost scouted to the point that she knew her inside and out. First hitting that nasty "Dead Man's Hand" Powerbomb. Then forcing her to tap out with that simply brutal crossface, Kyra hit the proverbial "Jackpot" tonight in our Foreplay Main Event.

Maverick: I've just received word that while we are waiting for the last minute preparations for Highway to Hell, that we are going backstage with Harley.
 

Harley Abate is seen backstage catching up with Trinity Holmes who seems to be headed for her locker room. Harley cuts her off, her microphone at the ready to try to catch a few words with the number one contender to the Ground Xero title.

Harley: Trinity, it was lucky that I caught up with you, I wanted to talk to you tonight about your game plan on how to deal with Seraphis.

Trinity stopped and looked Harley up and down for a minute before deciding to respond to her question.

Trinity: I think I have shown all week long how I intend to deal with him.

Harley: Well when you first started out with your promos that you had cut for the viewing audience you started out where you seemed pretty angry with him for what he had done to your sisters and then to yourself, then it seemed like he hand picked this match just to defeat you so that you could get no outside help from your sisters.

Trinity: Ahh but that didn't work did it. Seraphis didn't do to good at checking into his homework now did he? He looks into things as if everything is one huge mind game, as if he can just defeat me like you do a spider pulling off one leg at a time but why does everyone forget that I am a Holmes? I don't go down that easy!

Harley: I... I don't think I understand what you mean.

Trinity: You see I made a decisive strike that Seraphis apparently can not recover from, you heard it out of his own mouth, he just doesn't care. He is expecting me to strike him before the match but I don't have to, no you see there will be no excuse other than he is a weak drunk just like I have been saying all along, that is how he is going to lose this title, not because I had to or needed to but because I told you he couldn't keep up with me. I brought back the one and only man who could train me for this match, the one man that beat my own father in this match. So while he laid back and drank and felt sorry for himself because I hurt his girlfriend and now she wont talk to him... I am going to take his belt and there isn't a damn thing he can do about it.

Harley: You really are confident tonight.

Trinity: Well you know, when you got it, you got it and I got it!

Trinity walks away from Harley and steps into her locker room.

Big Dick Dempsey: You know we got one hell of a show for you tonight folks! Let me take you straight to North Miami for our first match up of the night! That's right folks we have a Highway to Hell Match for the Primo Championship! It's ASHER DUBOIS VERSUS THE ENIGMA RAYNE YOUNG!!!!

Big Dick points to the jumbo-tron and the lights in the arena go black as if it were a movie theatre and the Jumbo-tron shoots to a live feed from North Miami. Asher can be seen standing next to Lowrider at the back end of a large eighteen-wheeler awaiting his opponent. Diablo's son Sancho and Sancho's wife Sadie stand near the driver's side of the truck. Asher looks into the truck and as he does Rayne comes out of seemingly no where spearing him into the back end of the truck, Lowrider climbs into the back of the truck and slams the doors shut as the match gets underway.

Diablo: We have a Highway to Hell match up tonight, the person who scores the most pinfalls by the time that truck reaches the arena wins the match!

Maverick: There's almost nothing more brutal than two men going at it in the back of a speeding truck! Let's hope for Rayne's sake that kid of yours can drive that thing!

Both men are up and nearly lose their footing as Sancho peels out of the parking lot and onto the streets of North Miami. Rayne throws a punch but Asher catches his wrist and twists him into a wrist lock. Rayne tries to break the hold but Asher twists it up into a hammerlock nearly touching the back of Rayne's neck with his own hand. Rayne yells out in pain and slaps his shoulder, as he does Asher pushes him forward and Sancho hits a turn causing Rayne to trip and slam his own face into the steel walls of the truck.

Diablo: Wrist lock to hammer lock and that didn't look like it ended too pretty with Rayne slamming his own head into the side of the truck.

Maverick: It's all that kid of yours' fault. If he knew how to drive that wouldn't have happened to such a great wrestler as the Enigma.

Diablo: I happen to know on good accord Sancho is a very good driver, Rayne was cut open from head butting the truck!

Asher takes a step back and stares at Rayne as he brings himself to his feet, a gash on his forehead letting out a steady stream of blood. Rayne steps towards Asher and the two men tie up, Rayne gives Asher a swift knee to the gut doubling him over and goes for a powerbomb, but once he gets Asher on his shoulders Asher lands three quick and hard punches to Rayne's forehead and drops back. He grabs Rayne's head and as he lands slams his face into the steel flooring of the trailer. Just as he does Sancho hits another turn and a bell rings on the truck.

Diablo: Asher plants Rayne's face into the steel bottom of that truck as we reach our halfway mark!

Maverick: He's got Rayne all cut up NOT A PINFALL!!

Asher hooks a leg and Lowrider pounds out a three count as the truck hits the halfway marker.

Both men make it to their feet, as they do Rayne goes for a clothesline. Asher ducks as if in a limbo game and as he comes back up he turns and hits a spinning heel kick to the back of Rayne's head. Rayne turns around clutching his head only to get hit with a brutal standing drop kick that knocks him back against the wall of the truck. Asher runs at him and jumps, Rayne moves at the last second but Asher kicks off the truck wall, giving him more air, and hits a brutal reverse hurricanrana.

Diablo: Reverse Hurricanrana by Asher, he is sure putting up one hell of a fight tonight folks.

Maverick: Bah its just luck, Whatever happened to him not wanting the title anyway?

Asher hooks Rayne's leg and Lowrider pounds out another three count. Asher begins to stand just as the roar of the motorcycle engine catches the camera microphones and a jet black Harley Davidson reaches the back of the truck.

Diablo: What the hell is going on?

Maverick: Looks like one of the fans just couldn't stay in his seat!

The rider reaches forward with one hand and with an athletic movement, leaps onto the body of the bike and leaps forward, grabbing the shutter door strap and swings inwards. The rider catches Asher under the jaw with a boot and then drops onto the base, tearing off his helmet and catching Rayne right in the temple, knocking him on his ass. A head of black hair falls to the middle of the attackers back, turning to stare at the camera is none other than the Nightmare JXD.

Maverick: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME!!! I thought that little bastard was gone for good!

Diablo: A surprise appearance by the Nightmare has this crowd on their feet!!

The crowd is on there feet cheering at the jumbo-tron as JXD descends upon Rayne, punching him repeatedly in the head. The blood from Rayne's cut worsens before the former champ reaches into his boot pulling out a razorblade. JXD cuts the blade deep into Rayne's skull, hacking his initials into the champ's forehead.

Diablo: JXD branded the champion, carving his initials into Rayne's forehead.

JXD pulls the blade away from Rayne's forehead giving the camera a good view of the initials carved into Rayne's forehead. He then rips the tape off off Rayne's wrists, picking the razorblade back up before cutting pentagrams into the champions wrists. JXD then drags Rayne into a fireman's carry and hits the Nightmare Driver, before grabbing Asher's arm and dragging it over Rayne's shoulders. Lowrider pounds out another three count as Sancho pulls into The Mecca's parking lot and the final bell of the match rings out.

Big Dick Dempsey: YOUR WINNER AND NEW PRIMO CHAMPION ASHER DUBOIS!!!!

The crowd is on their feet cheering yet again as Lowrider raises Asher's hand and slaps the belt down over his shoulder.

Somewhere backstage, Paddy Houlihan is sipping a drink. Whatever it is, the alcohol content seems to be stripping the pain off the walls. “Mr. Houlihan, I presume?” The camera pans out as Houlihan looks around to see a small, black bearded man with a grin plastered onto his face. “My name is Graham Brooks. Dr. Graham Brooks.” He stuck out a pudgy hand, which Houlihan looked at for a moment before shaking.

“Well,” Houlihan said carefully, “Mr. Law said he wanted me to come see you. Apparently, you have an offer for a…patient of yours to join the UWE?” Paddy shook his head and grabbed another gulp of his drink.

Brooks smiled again. “Technically, he’s my former patient. Now he’s my legal ward, and although he continues to stay at my hospital for his own…benefit he is, of course, legally quite safe. I have all the necessary documentation.” He smiled again, this time giving a subtle hint that, in fact, that documentation didn’t necessarily mean that what he’d said was the whole truth. Or anything other than a full blown lie. “This way, if you please. We have him down in the basement for now. He doesn’t like to be disturbed when he’s watching a show.”

As they walked, Houlihan asked, “Well, can you fill me in on any of his background then? C’mon, you can trust me.” He looked behind him at the camera crew. “And them.”

“Well…” Brooks shrugged after a moment. “He was in a car crash about twelve months ago. His body got off pretty lightly, a few broken bones here, a few metal plates there, nothing any good doctor couldn’t sort out. But his head was nearly crushed. Went straight through the window of the car, head first into ground. His safety belt had a flaw in it and snapped. Needless to say, his skull looked like an egg shell. It’s taken months to put it back together, but the scarring on his brain is probably irreversible. He can’t talk, can’t remember much. Even his personality was more or less deleted.”

Brooks opened up a door and headed down a set of stairs, Houlihan and the camera team in tow. “The only thing he seemed to recognize was pro-wrestling. Starting going ballistic whenever we didn’t let him watch a show, so now we just play every tape from every federation we can find, to fill in the gaps between the televised stuff. So, I decided to put him in the ring and he operates perfectly. He knows wrestling backwards and forwards, from submission to brawling to high flying even. Sadly his face got a little smashed, and since he can’t talk, we have no idea who he is.”

Opening another door, the men enter the basement. Lying on a flat table, staring intently at a large screen TV showing the PPV was a big man, maybe 6 ft 5 inches tall and with most of his face covered in a heavy mask, and thoroughly and carefully strapped to the metal bench. His eyes flicker towards the pair, and then back to the TV when he realizes they aren’t important to him. “Since we don’t have a name, we call him by his patient number…Inmate 187.”

Houlihan laughed a little at that, but asked, “Well…he looks big and intimidating and all, but Mr. Law only want the best. And for what he has in mind for this guy, he really wants the best. Can you show me something to prove he’s as dangerous as you say?”

Brooks smiled. “Why, certainly. If you’ll stand here, by the guard, I’ll show you what he’s capable of. And why we have an emergency generator in case of a power cut.” Quickly he walked to the TV…and switched it off.

Inmate 187 blinked. Then he looked around, confusion clouding what there was to see of his face. Then his face went blank. And he began to strain. Nothing happened after a moment, but then there was a loud bang, almost like a gunshot. It was followed quickly by another, and then another as the metal bolts holding the tough leather straps shed there thread. Suddenly one, heavily muscled arm rose up, shedding several straps as it went. Inmate quickly ripped away the straps on his torso and the other arm before grabbing the ones holding his legs down.

“I think that’s enough for now,” Brooks said, “Let’s sedate him before this gets out of hand.” A orderly moved forwards, coming up behind the big man, and sank a needle into his arm. Inmate didn’t blink and slapped him away almost automatically, without any seeming effort. The orderly flew back several feet, into a wall, as Inmate continued to rip away straps. Within seconds he stood up, flexing his hands and looking around.

A guard ran forward, with a tazer, but Inmate slapped the weapon away and hauled the guard up onto his shoulders. With a sudden jerk, he hauled the man up like going for a Death Valley Driver, but span under him as he moved and kneeled. When the guard landed it was on Inmate’s knee, back first. He screamed and rolled off, back arched, as Inmate rose back to his feet. He didn’t see the second guard, though, who hit him with a cattle prod.

Inmate went down without a sound still, and second needle was jabbed into his neck. His eyes rolled back into his skull and he finally slumped to ground in a pile of snapped leather straps.

Brooks blinked nervously. “Well…that wasn’t too bad. We usually run out of guard before we knock him out.” He coughed. “So, what do you think?”

Smiling broadly, Houlihan said, “Give me just a moment to ring Mr. Law’s office.” Turning his back he pulled out a little cell phone, and flipped the lid before dialing a number. After a moment he started muttering into it. Several words like, “Huge”, “Monster”, “had to be sedated” and the like escaped before he turned back.

“Well,” he said after a moment, “The Uncensored Wrestling Federation is certainly interested in your client. But we have a little…job for you. Someone that’s been of irritation lately. If Inmate 187 can eliminate the problem, we’re sure something can be worked out.”

Smiling broadly, Brooks turned away from the camera. “While don’t we discuss the problem while my staff gets Inmate more comfortable again? And without the camera crew?”

Houlihan nodded and turned to the camera. “Alright guys, take a hike…”

Big Dick Dempsey: Our next match up is a Barbed Wire Bat 10,000 thumbtacks match up! Introducing first, coming from Watertown, New York, BRANDON JOHNSON!!

Everything goes pitch black save for the red laser lights of the crowd and the eerie opening to Loco by Coal Chamber hits the speaker system. The arena floor is covered by smoke and a black light turns on, dimly illuminating the smoke and arena. An image of the grim reaper appears on the jumbotron followed by the words, THE ANGEL OF DEATH. As the song booms out across the P.A. System in full swing, a small figure can be seen running to the ring, dressed in a black boiler suit. his long hair nearly hiding his face. The nearly six foot tall figure leaps head first through the middle and top turnbuckle and lands with a summersault rolling to the opposite side of the ring awaiting his opponent.

Big Dick Dempsey: And Introducing his opponent, from New York City, MINDSICK!!!

"Happy?" by Mudvayne hits the speakers as MinDSicK runs down the ramp and slides into the ring, as he slides into the ring Brandon launches himself off the ropes and hits MinDSicK with a running insiguri just as MinDSicK makes it to his feet.

Diablo: Brandon opens up with a brutal running insiguri. In this match the only way to win is to dump your opponent into the box of tacks on the outside and pin them in the tacks.

Maverick: Then what the hell's that bat there for?

Diablo: That's just to make the match a bit more brutal, you know as well as I do were not having fun till someone dials 9-1-1!!

The force of the blow pushes MinDSicK into the corner, Brandon reaches back and lands a brutal karate chop to MinDSick's chest.

Diablo: Brutal chop by Johnson!

Maverick: I heard that chop from over here!

Brandon lays into MinDSicK with another brutal karate chop before jumping and drop kicking MinDSicK, the force causing him to fall out of the ring and to the ground. Brandon grab's the baseball bat as MinDSicK stands and crawls into the ring. As he stands Brandon swings the bat and hits MinDSicK in the stomach hard tearing his skin open.

Diablo: Brandon using that bat to his advantage taking a special interest in MinDSick's mid section!

Maverick: It's good leverage and Brandon's using it well!

MinDSicK drops to his knees clutching his stomach and Brandon stands behind him bring the bat over him and begins choking him with it. MinDSicK clutches at the bat as blood begins to drip from his throat where the bat is held. Brandon grins sadistically scraping the bat back and forth ripping flesh from Sick's throat. Brandon finally lets go of the bat and climbs a turnbuckle.

Diablo: GOD DAMN, He could have killed MinDSicK with that bat!! And now he's signaling for that finisher of his.

Brandon looks out into the crowd and pounds a fist into his chest before launching off the top turnbuckle in a moonsault, spinning three hundred and sixty degree's before slamming into MinDSicK. Brandon gets up quick and pulls MinDSicK to his feet by the hair of his head and drags him to the corner. Just outside the ring lays a rather large wooden box filled with thumbtacks, just as they make it to the corner Brandon tries to slam MinDSick's face into the turnbuckle, Sick gives just enough resistance to stop his face from getting impaled into the ring post. Brandon steps back quick tries to kick MinDSicK right in the head.

Diablo: Good thing Sick caught his foot or it would have been lights out!

Maverick: Brandon's just playing a mind game on him see that!

As if emphasizing Maverick's words Brandon jumps with his free leg and kicks Sick in the back of the head with and insiguri. Sick falls into the corner again and Brandon ducks in between the ropes and stands on the outside of the apron landing hard punches to MinDSick's forehead and one to the throat. MinDSicK turns towards Brandon who kicks Sick in the stomach doubling him over. Brandon wrenches one arm around MinDSick's bleeding throat and attempts to suplex Sick into the box of tacks.

Diablo: That box isn't big enough he'll kill MinDSicK!

Maverick: They don't call him the Angel of Death for nothing, besides Sick signed a no fault contract he knows the penalties that can arise from this sport.

A sick cracking noise fills the arena before the crowd erupts in a chant of HOLY SHIT as MinDSicK lands slamming his lower back into the hard thick wooden wall of the box, the impact causing the box to fall apart. MinDSicK falls to the concrete floor and goes completely limp as Brandon rolls over, his completely covered in razor sharp thumbtacks. Johnson throws an arm over Sick's chest and Lowrider pounds out a quick three count as paramedics rush to the scene and drag MinDSicK away one staying back to try and attend to Brandon as he stands and starts to walk backstage.

Diablo: Damn what a brutal match up. MinDSicK might not be able to wrestle ever again!

Maverick: Wow did you see that impact come one there's NO WAY that MinDSick's back isn't broken!

Diablo: It may very well be!

Maverick: Well that's two wrestlers that my boy has disposed of since being here!

Big Dick Dempsey: YOUR WINNER BRANDON JOHNSON!!!

Trinity and Samara Holmes are seen hiding near the parking lot doors back stage, they appear to be arguing amongst themselves in hushed tones about something.

Samara: I'm not putting that shit in my mouth!

Trinity: Stop being a baby! Deuce does it all the time and it doesn't hurt him!

Samara: Yeah, but I'm not Deuce and besides...I'm the one that figured out how you can get close to her!

Trinity reaches over and smacks Samara's arm hard.

Trinity: Shut the fuck up before you get us caught! I have a match, I can't do it!

Samara: Oh please, you don't want to do it for the same reason I don't want to do it! We have no idea what Deuce puts in that shit but I do know it isn't anything to make you feel good.

Trinity: Oh fine you big baby! I have to do everything around here! I don't know how you expect to be a wrestler if you won't even take chances!

Samara: I tell you what, lead by example...

With that said Samara took off running and left Trinity standing there alone holding what looked like a small bag of red powder.  
 

Once the ring has been cleared, on the p.a. system a man with a Cajun accent says: "I will cry for you always", then the lights go out, then they all turn white casting almost a white glow all through the arena, the song Behind Blue Eyes by limp bizkit hits and smoke rises from the entrance way black and white video of bars, gravestones, and people crying, then Asher comes out from the entranceway with no emotion on his face and his long dark brown hair fallen in his eyes, he is wearing a long black duster coat with a chain down around the left arm and the chain drags just touching the ground. Asher then slides under the ropes and into the ring then he throws his head back and falls to his knees he looks at the sky and touches the teardrop tattoo on his cheek then he touches the finger he touched to his tattoo to his lips and blows a kiss to the sky then white and blue pyros shoot from the entranceway. Asher takes off his coat and throws it to the outside, finally revealing the UWE Primo title around his waist, then he calls for a microphone.

Diablo: Asher Dubois. What's he doing out here? He never comes out and talks.

Maverick: And he shouldn't now. Look at the cry baby little bitch.

Diablo: Show some respect. That's our new champion.

Asher slides into the ring with the mic and holds up the title...the crowd cheers like mad.

Asher: I don't deserve this. I'm no champion.

Maverick: See he said it himself.

Asher: This is just another trinket. Something meant to go to it's holder's head. A champion is not in possessions. I don't want it.

Maverick: Then give it to me, I'll take it.

Diablo: Sit down before you hurt yourself.

Asher: There are many others out there that deserve to be called a champion more then I do.

Asher jumps over the ropes and out of the ring...then he jumps the barricade and goes into the audience and looks around he goes up threw the crowd and stops at a pregnant woman her husband and their 2 kids a teenage boy and a little girl...

Asher: You are a mother, and a wife. probably fighting your kids from one day to the next but trying to give them the best life possible...You have alot of heart...mostly for your family....That mon amie is a champion in my eyes...

Asher takes the title and puts it on the woman's shoulder she smiles and starts to cry.

Asher walks away and makes his way back down threw the crowd people cheering but mostly shocked..

Maverick: did that dumbass just give the fan the title. He Can't do that.

Diablo: I don't know. He's a hard man to understand.

Asher hops the guardrail and then slides back into the ring with the mic in his hand...

Asher: As I said there are many others who deserve to be called a champion more then I do...So every week I will come out here and give the trinket to someone who deserves to be called a champion....and that person will be the champion for the day...honorary because I won't let them be challenged for it...and at the end of the show either I will find them or someone on the staff will and I'll get the trinket back. I'm no champion. I'm a nobody. You are the champions.

Asher jumps out of the ring and his music hits he throws the mic over his shoulder into the ring and walks up the entranceway and to the back without looking back...

Maverick: He really has no charisma doesn't he. Diablo. Are You Crying.

Diablo: Of course not.

Maverick: Baby.        

                               .

The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention as the arena lights go down and a loud roar of a jungle cat is heard as "My Last Breath" by Evanescence pipes though the PA system. A crack of a whip is heard as the lights come back up as Kirsta appears and makes her way down to the ring.

Big Dick: Ladies and gentlemen, this is a "Plates of Glass Scaffolding Match!" The winner of this match will face Brandon Johnson next week on Dominance to become recognized as the new number one contender to the Uncensored Ground Xero Title! Making her way to the ring tonight by way of Dayton, Ohio. She is The Hellcat...she is KIRSTA LEWIS!

Dressed in tight fitting black leather pants and matching vest, with her hair tied back, tight to her head, she gets a mixed reaction. The girls hate her but the guys can't. As she reaches the ringside area, Lowrider secures her with a safety harness and Kirsta begins to climb up the forty foot tall scaffold as a soft piano tune begins. As the music kicks in properly, Amy comes out from behind the curtain. As energetic as ever, she dances around a bit.

Big Dick: And her opponent, fighting out of Toronto, Ontario, Canada...Amy Stevenson!

She then walks down to the ring, blowing kisses to the fans. Amy climbs into the ring, and raises her arms for the crowd, but Lowrider is quick to slap a safety harness on her as she does.

Maverick: From thumbtacks to plates of glass!

Diablo: Not only that, the scaffolding is 40 feet above the ring. That's almost three stories. Everything about this is dangerous.

Maverick: Wouldn't an evening gown match have been alot simpler?

Once Amy pulled herself up onto the scaffold, Lowrider called for the match bell. As it was ringing, Kirsta helped her over with a hip toss. As Amy was standing, Kirsta nailed her with a scissors kick.

Diablo: I don't think Amy should have let Kirsta get in the first shots here. You have to stay on the offensive with someone like her from the onset.

Maverick: Did you bring binoculars?

As Amy moves to her feet, Kirsta helps her up, scooping her for a bodyslam, but Amy pushes off of her shoulder and hits a standing dropkick. Kirsta stumbles forward a few steps towards the edge of the scaffold and Amy vaults off the scaffold for a running springboard bulldog. She takes a step back for Kirsta to stand, then connects with a hard mule kick which she follows up with a hurricanrana! Then Amy rolls her over and locks in the sharpshooter.

Diablo: Amy can't win up like that, but she sure can wear Kirsta down.

Maverick: Not exactly what I was expecting in this type of match.

Just as the crowd was starting to chant "BORING", Kirsta pushed hard with her arms, lifting herself and Amy just far enough to smack Amy's head on the scaffold. She did it again, and Amy's grip loosened, then Kirsta kicked her feet out from under her and Amy slipped over the side, narrowly grabbing on to the bottom of the scaffold. As Kirsta stood, Amy caught her ankle and drug her over the edge as well.

Maverick: Both women holding on for dear life, dangling over thin sheets of glass. Who will be the first woman back up onto the scaffolding?

Diablo: At this point it is anyone's match, but you have to give the edge to the first person back on that scaffolding.

Amy pulls herself back up onto the scaffold as Kirsta struggles to do the same. She looks down at Kirsta...

Maverick: What the hell's she doing? Finish her!

Diablo: I think she's going to try to.

Amy climbs up on top of the scaffolding as Kirsta pulls herself back up onto it and immediately goes for a suicide plancha. Amy twists towards Kirsta who catches her and plants her down hard onto the scaffold with a Tornado DDT!

Maverick: Oh did you see that?

Diablo: Did you hear that? What impact!

Maverick: Amy is struggling to her feet...

Krista steps back and nails her square to the point of the chin with a superkick that sent her back over the edge of the scaffolding.

Diablo: Hell Bitch Kick!

Amy crashes through a sheet of glass and Lowrider calls for the bell.

Big Dick: And your winner...THE HELLCAT...KIRSTA LEWIS!

Diablo: What an awesome match, and fortunately I don't think that Amy is seriously hurt.

Maverick: She doesn't appear to be but that was one nasty bump. Can we see that again?

On the big screen, JXD is seen getting off of his motorcycle outside The Mecca...all of a sudden a cigarette hits him out of nowhere...he turns around to say "what the fuck" and before he can blink Asher Dubois out of nowhere nails him with "Nothing", crashing JXD's head down hard off the pavement outside the bar...

Asher: Why can't people learn to leave me the fuck alone and stay out of my business??

Asher walks away and leaves JXD laying on the pavement Asher walks down the sidewalk into the darkness...with his long black coat moving in the wind...Lexi who was on the back of the motorcycle jumps off and goes rushing down to help JXD when she suddenly hears a familiar deadly laughter.

Voice: I knew following that guy would pay off...

As Lexi looks up to see who is talking to her, Trinity throws the Panama Red in its pure powder form directly into Lexi's eyes.

Trinity: I told you I would blind you yet, you seeing eye bitch!

Trinity kicks Lexi in the chest so that Lexi falls flat next to her boyfriend and then walks away laughing evilly.

Trinity: God it's good to be me!

The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention.

Big Dick: This next match is our Main Event and is for the UWE Ground Xero Title!

The crowd explodes as "So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin hits the speakers and Seraphis steps out with the title.

Big Dick: Making his way to the ring tonight by way of the Jersey Shore. He is defending the Ground Xero title tonight...SERAPHIS!

The cheers quickly turn to boos as the lights go black and the soft eerie piano cords are recognized. The crowd is immediately on there feet jeering and booing the small girl almost loud enough to drown out her music.

Big Dick: And his opponent, from La Isla del Condenado in the U.S. Virgin Islands...TRINITY HOLMES!

A crimson red spotlight hits the center of the stage as Trinity struts out with Samara following close behind. The two walk slowly down to the ring under the blood red spot light taunting the fans the entire way. When they make it to the ring Samara and Heath circles the ring ready to strike. Her eyes staring intently at the ring. Trinity walks up the steel steps and enters the ring as if she had no care in the world.

Diablo: This is it. If you thought that 10,000 thumbtacks was dangerous...or that plates of glass under a scaffold was intense, then wait until you see the Chamber of Horrors. This is an Electrified Steel Cage, laced with all kinds of weapons and rolls of barbed wire, and razor wire in and around the ring. A Hell in a Cell cage covers the electrified Cage without a top on it. There are only two ways to win, either by pinfall or by somehow escaping the inescapable cage.

Maverick: Seraphis must've been drunk when he asked for this!

Diablo: Seraphis is always drunk!

As Lowrider calls for the bell, Trinity moves to the center of the ring, talking smack to the champion, who simply raises a hand, calling for a "test of strength" to start us off. She swings at him but he catches her arm and reverses it into a hammerlock. She reverses the hold as well but he overpowers her and Seraphis throws Trinity into the corner. He follows her in running and she stops him by kicking him in the nuts and then springboarding off the second rope and bulldogging him where he stands! With Seraphis dazed Trinity drags him to the corner and props him up facing the corner to his left she then carefully props one of the razor wire balls in front of his chest and face. Quickly she runs to the ring post to the left and climbs up top before Seraphis can come to, after gaining her balance and leaps, dropkicking the razor wire further into his face and chest! 

Diablo: What was that young lady thinking?! 

Maverick: Yeah! She may have harmed that beautiful body! 

Diablo: Her?! What about what she just did to Seraphis? 

Maverick: To hell with him! 

Seraphis slowly makes it to his feet as Trinity runs back and bounces off the ropes running straight for Seraphis from the front and performs a STO, but she slams more on his upper back and neck than a normal STO. Once Seraphis is down Trinity starts dragging him out of the ring and towards the electrified cage. 

Diablo: Very nice Kaki Cutter! Good way to use the ropes for added leverage. 

Maverick: To hell with all that, what is she doing now? 

Trinity sets Seraphis as close to the cage as she can get him, laying him flat on his back, first she grabs his arms while standing and then hooks Seraphis legs behind his back with his left leg. Trinity then takes her right leg and pushes down on the back of Seraphis back first to drive him closer to the cage and then on the back of his head with her foot, letting go of his arms and driving his face into the electrified cage. 

Diablo: Curb Stomp! 

Maverick: I think it is Trinity that is mad this week. 

Diablo: Well you know she did bring in the master of this match Heath Sommersby to train her for it.

Trinity sets Seraphis up into a hammer lock and then drops him head-first into the mat. Immediately she jumps back up and runs to the opposite side of the ring towards the ropes, as she does she does a handspring off the ropes and does a 450 back flip before elbowing Seraphis. 

Diablo: Very High risk but powerful set of moves! 

Maverick: Those were almost as powerful as the moves I can do. 

With Seraphis flat on his back on the mat, Trinity grapevined the legs as she flipped him over for the step over toe hold.

Diablo: SHE'S GOING FOR THE HOLMES DEATHLOCK!

Trinity jerked back hard on his hair locking in a Dragon Sleeper right in the middle of the ring. Lowrider raised Seraphis' arm once...twice, and the third time that it fell, he called for the bell.

Maverick: She's done it! We've got a new Ground Xero Champion!

And before any announcement could be made, or her music could hit, the lights flicker as Society 1’s “Hate” blasts over the speaker system as everyone at ringside looks around with a puzzled expression.

Maverick: Who the hell does this music belong to?

Diablo: Look at the ring wall behind Samara!

As Diablo spoke, JXD leapt the crowd wall and smashed a light tube over Samara’s back then slammed Samara’s face into the steel of the cell sending her down to the floor as Black Rose followed him, dropping directly onto Samara’s shin with a double footstomp, Trinity looking out from the cage in sheer rage at the ambush.

Maverick: What the hell?

Diablo: Trinity blinded Alexandrea early, you really think JXD’s not going to be pissed off?

JXD signals to Rose who reaches over the crowd wall and grabs an armful of light tubes as JXD grabs a mic and takes the tube, pointing into the cage at Trinity

JXD: Hey Trinity, you want to rob my fiancé of her eyesight? Well, now your going to see me rob your sister of her eyes!

JXD threw the mic down and pulled the tube over Samara’s eyes, pulling back on the tube with a camel clutch. The chamber rose, Trinity sliding out the ring at the earliest possible chance, leaping at Black Rose who easily caught her mid leap and dropped the much smaller Trinity into a swinging backbreaker. JXD broke his grip on Samara as he handed Rose the light tube, grabbing Trinity by the hair, Rose swinging the light tube above her head as JXD rolled her onto her front, Rose swinging the tube across Trinity’s shoulder blades.

Maverick: You sick fucks! She not been through enough already?

JXD pulled up Trinity and rolled her into the ring, following with Black Rose as he pulled Trinity up again and lifted her up into a Military Press, as he threw Trinity forwards, Black Rose leapt up and dropkicked Trinity square in the ribcage.

Maverick: Didn’t you fucking hear me?

Diablo: Evidently not…

Rose grabbed a hold of Trinity and again dragged her back up to her feet, then pushed her back into the corner, striking Trinity with a brutal knife edge chop. JXD shook his head and said something to Black Rose, then turned and nailed an even harder chop to Trinity which echoed around the arena, a number of fans shouting “WOO!”. Stepping back as he smiled evilly, Black Rose nodded and hit another chop, just as hard and just as loud, more screams of “WOO!” sounded amongst the crowd.

Diablo: Those chops are more than likely the stiffest around, I’d hate to be on the receiving end of them!

It was that moment that “Cold” by Static X blasted over the speakers, the crowds boos echoing as Heath Sommersby ran out from backstage, JXD turned too late and was met with a running clothesline. Black Rose turned to face Heath as Trinity took the opportunity, leaping onto her back and locked on a sleeper hold, in a few seconds Black Rose dropped to her knees as her face quickly began turning blue.

Maverick: The tables have turned! I hope they kill them!

From the outside, Samara slid the light tubes which had been abandoned at ringside and bundled them into the ring, Trinity broke the sleeper hold and picked up 3 tubes as JXD got back to his feet, Trinity smashed the 3 in a single swing right to JXD’s groin, every single male in the crowd flinched in agony as JXD dropped in excruciating pain. Heath pulled JXD up, loading him into a vertical suplex, Samara moved the unbroken tubes as Heath inverted the move and hit a piledriver down onto them!

Diablo: Amsterdam Dreams! We're out of time!

Maverick: It ends 5...4...

Diablo: This is Diablo once again saying for Big Dick, Harley, Paddy, and Maverick...so long...from the sunshine state!