Uncensored is Cold Blooded

A few minutes before the capacity crowd expected it, the lights fell and "Survival of the sickest" by Saliva exploded from the p.a. system. A cartoonish caricature of Spyder Gainey appeared on the big screen and as Josey Scott screamed: "1...2...3...4", he shot 4 strands of web out of his wrist which wrapped quickly around a wrestling ring and formed into ring ropes. From anywhere and everywhere, UWE Superstars began to descend on that ring, swinging in on spider's webs like Spiderman might, as soon as their feet hit the mat they fought. When the ring was full of them...it exploded signaling a gargantuan display of pyrotechnics that lit up the inside of the arena nearly as brightly as the noonday sun would have.

Diablo: Welcome back everyone! You're just in time for Spyder Gainey's Climax!

Maverick: Why can't it ever be Jasmine's Climax?

Diablo: Because Jasmine knows you never get to Climax...without a little Foreplay first! That's right folks, the first edition of Jasmine's UWE magazine hit news stands last week. And what a centerfold! Talk about Diablo's Climax!!

Maverick: You HAVE to be the only man here more shameless than Spyder.

Diablo: And it was his quick thinking and numerous connections that have us here tonight. UWE sold out the Molson Amphitheatre in less than two minutes! Two minutes!

Maverick: You hear that a lot don't you?

Diablo: And it didn't take us much longer than that to sell out the Air Canada Centre...now this place is big, but is it big enough to hold the egos of Jeremy Diaz and Sean Galen?

Maverick: One at the time...maybe.

Diablo: That's what I'm saying! But we have it here for you tonight...the match that the entire world is tuning in to see...and we don't need no stinkin' pay per view to bring it to you. This is business as usual for us.

Just then feedback sounded off inside of the arena. And the crowd went wild as Spyder Gainey stepped out onto the staging with no announcement or music. Flash bulbs popped everywhere momentarily lighting up the arena, Spyder had nothing covering him but a maple leaf and a guitar.

Harrison: Please rise for YOUR National Anthem!!

Spyder hit a powercord, tuning his E string slightly as it wailed.

Diablo: Take your hat off!

Spyder called for silence, then launched into Oh Canada! to the crowd's delight. As he played, his maple leaf fluttered away from him although his guitar still hid everything. That is until he was finished, and he hefted it high over his head. That's when the flashbulbs really started popping!

Maverick: You GOTTA be shittin' me! Is there nothing happening backstage?

The cameras fade backstage as Spyder Gainey's girlfriend and the UWE magazine editor, Jasmine is spotted walking down the hallway. She turns a corner and suddenly bumps into Sean Galen who has a cup of hot coffee in his hand that spills all over his suede suit. Jasmine’s eyes go wide and she takes a step back.

Jasmine: Sean, I am so sorry, are you ok?

Galen: Do I look ok you bitch!

Jasmine: Excuse me!?

Galen: You heard me! Watch where the fuck you're going next time!

From behind Galen a very deep voice can be heard.

Voice: Is there a problem here?

Galen turns around to see the 6'8 monster of a security guard and Jasmine's overprotective brother, Jamal "Zig Zag" Ziegler.

Galen: Yea there's a problem, your weight.

Zig Zag: Aren’t you the funny little man. I would suggest you apologize to my sister!

Galen: In your dreams…

Galen has forgotten about Jasmine who has been standing behind him the whole time but is suddenly reminded when she grabs him by his shoulder, spins him around, and with a kick to the gut, she nails Spyder Gainey's "Gravity Bong" finisher on him!

Jasmine: Get rid of him Jamal.

Zig grabs him by the throat and choke slams him through a nearby table. Jasmine stands over Galen with a nasty smirk on her face.

Jasmine: Come on Jamal, lets go find Spyder, I just had a good idea for this punk’s match. An idea so good… that it’ll be his last one here!

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

Harrison: Ladies and gentlemen, Spyder Gainey welcomes you to the Air Canada Centre for a night of Uncensored Wrestling Entertainment! In the ring already from Tamworth England...DLS!

The fans give little or no reaction until "Suicide Messiah" by Black Label Society hits the speakers and Snake Ridge makes his way from the back to boos from the crowd. He walks down the aisle faking like he is going to slap a few fans.

Harrison: And his opponent, from Detroit, Michigan...Weighing in at 243 pounds...Please welcome, SNAKE RIDGE!!!

Ridge enters the ring via steel steps as Harrison exits it. Lowrider calls for the match bell as Ridge extends a hand to DLS.

Diablo: Don't do it!

DLS goes to take his hand, but Ridge simply snatches it away and grabs a handful of hair. He bends DLS over backwards, applies a side headlock and jams his thumb into DLS' carotid artery.

Maverick: SNAKEBITE!

Diablo: Jeez! I'm glad this isn't a pay per view now. I wouldn't want to make people pay to see this!

DLS slowly slips down into unconsciousness, Lowrider raises his arm once, twice and the third time that it fell, he called for the bell.

Harrison: And your winner, Snake Ridge.

Diablo: This guy DLS had better start fighting if he wants to last around here.

Maverick: Finally! We agree on something!

The scene opens with a shot of Jessica Haze's breasts. The buxom blonde swings her hair back as the screen moves back to see her face. Eventually we end up with a full body shot of her sitting down reading a magazine. Suddenly, there is a knock at the door.

Jessica: Come in.

The door opens and Miss Perfect walks inside. At first she is awe struck with the beauty, and forgets to take a breath. She closes the door behind herself and walks up to Jessica like a bashful teenager.

Jessica: Can I help you?

Miss Perfect: I'm just...I'm...Errr...

Jessica: Are you lost?

Miss Perfect: No, I forgot why I came here. Something aboot Jeremy-

Jessica: Jeremy? What about him?

Miss Perfect: Oh nothing he's fine.

Jessica: Damn right he is.

Miss Perfect: Word eh?

Jessica: Word.

Miss Perfect: Yeah so you know Jeremy?

Jessica: Damn right I do.

Miss Perfect: So you two are just friends?

Jessica: I guess you can call us that.

Miss Perfect: Oh great! My sister is such a fucking jealous loser.

Jessica: I feel the same about mine.

Miss Perfect: Do you really? Is it just me or are we having a connection here?

Jessica: I guess we are. Want to sit down and talk some more about it?

Miss Perfect: Only if we get to fuck later.

Jessica: Sure.

Miss Perfect: SCORE!

Miss Perfect lights up and sits next to Jessica as the scene slowly fades.

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 standing looking out at the fans, with a lit Black and Mild hanging from his mouth. He brings it out of his mouth and blows the smoke as it rises above him. He puts the b&m back in his mouth and makes his way to the ring, letting his hand trail to the side a bit, giving a few fans hand slaps but not trying to make it obvious. As he gets to ringside, he hops up to ringside and looks out to the fans again, before entering the ring and walking over to Harrison, extending his hand for the microphone as Harrison hands it to him and leaves the ring.

Diablo: Seraphis isn't scheduled to fight tonight, but apparently he is here

Maverick: Nice assumption. I am wondering what he has to say, this being his first time speaking in the ring. And that is including his time in FTW

Seraphis leaps up and takes a seat on the top turnbuckle, looking out to the fans as he pulls the B&M from his mouth and tosses it to the outside. He rolls his neck around as his hair falls about. He brings the mic up to his mouth as the fans quiet down

Seraphis: I have only been wrestling for a few months, and in that short period of time I have beat people that were predicted to come out on top. I broke out into a bigger scene in a tournament...making my way as one of the final eight competitors in that competition. I was on the rise as I also claimed a shot at a title. In specific...the Ground Xero title...

The fans cheer for the reference to FTW, as well as the reference to himself

Seraphis: Each night I came out here...and the sound of the crowd went from silence...to disgust...to acceptance. But then...

Seraphis runs his fingers through his hair

Seraphis: It came crashing down and I was left in a hole filled with nothing but despair. I was running on pure selflessness. And then...poof...I am back here and picking up where I left my reign of darkness off at. But...there is one thing that bugs me. Actually...

Seraphis brings his left hand up and extends four of his five fingers out

Seraphis: There are four things that bug me!

Some fans cheer, but the ones who don't know what he is talking about stay silent

Seraphis: There are four blemishes on my record. Four losses that I sustained and accepted as legit losses, but still can't bring myself to fully taking them in. One loss I sustained in a Boiler Room Brawl, but the one who defeated two of the competitors in that match isn't currently in this federation, nor is he reachable to my knowledge. But...there are three that are very close and are within arms reach.

Seraphis hops off the turnbuckle and walks around the ring

Seraphis: First...is a man named Rayne Phoenix. Rayne defeated me one on one, straight up with no type of excuse or cheating way. So my first challenge...will be to Rayne. Next week...I would like to fight Rayne and just re-assure myself that I lost because my skills lack, or I lost because I simply wasn't myself.

Seraphis brings his head down as his hair drapes, keeping the mic to his mouth while doing so

Seraphis: Next...will be the current hold of the Primo Title, JXD

Fans cheer for the name as Seraphis doesn't move, and keeps talking

Seraphis: I fought him in a match that left me burnt and scarred. That night...he was the better man. That night...I felt the burn and I also watched that title fade away from my reach. I have a win on him, but it wasn't right. Some douche bag felt the need to come out and attack him, leaving him there just for me to lay on after we fought hard and tough. So after Rayne...I want JXD. The Primo Title can stay in back...it isn't important to me at this moment. And now...this brings me to the very last challenge...

Seraphis looks up and out to the crowd, looking at a camera that stares up and into his eyes

Seraphis: The final loss came in a tournament to see who is the best. I fought my way through weaklings and got to a man who posed the most challenge in that tournament. And just recently....Deuce Holmes issued a challenge to this man...

Fans give out a mixed reaction, since they know who Seraphis is referring too, but cheer that they know what he is looking for

Seraphis: And as Holmes turned the light bulb on inside my head, I decided that I will follow suit since the idea didn't come to mind. I know at X-Net's Dreams & Destiny, these two will be going at it. And well...this next challenge....goes out to you, Jason Violent...

Fans boo for the name as Seraphis looks about the crowd a bit before returning back to the camera

Seraphis: I know that I wont be able to fight you at Dreams and Destiny, but I do want to get in this ring with you. For one night only...I want XFW's Present Best versus UWE's Rising Future. I know you are watching this, and I want you to discuss this with those cry babies on the staff over at XFW. Because when it does happen....the fans won't see this...

Seraphis does the "V for Violence" as the fans show slight noise

Seraphis: They will be seeing this...

Seraphis brings his arm down and extends his arm, giving the middle finger to the camera, keeping it there as he speaks into the mic

Seraphis: Because that is what you will see while you are laid out. Get it set Violent...because it's time to get fucked up.

The fans cheer as Seraphis drops the mic as it echo's over the PA. Metalingus by Alterbridge plays as Seraphis drops down and rolls out, walking to the back.

Diablo: Not the usual dark and twisted Seraphis there

Maverick: Looks to me like a more determined and motivated one. We can only wait to see how that last challenge will go down!

The match bell rings three times calling everybody’s attention to the ring. The lights dim, "2x4" by Metallica hits, spotlights flash on and off about the arena to the beat of the music. As the song kicks off, Annabelle walks out wearing denim short-shorts, black boots and knee pads, and a black wife beater. She adjusts her black elbow pads, and pulls a pair of sparring gloves from her back pocket and slips those on.

Harrison: Making her way to the ring…ANNABELLE LEE!!!

She looks around, bewildered in a very cheesy way, and then looks as though she's remembered what she's forgotten. Anna heads to the back, and returns with a 2x4. The crowd cheers as she holds it up in the air and begins to head down the ramp, as her ponytail swings back and forth. Anna reaches the ring, and slides in. She strides over to the left corner, and climbs up onto the second rope holding the weapon high in the air. The fans cheer as she steps down and sets the wooden 2x4 on the side of the ring under the corner. She shadow boxes as she awaits the bell to ring, her music ends.

Then the lights go out. As the crowd falls quite and a voice over starts to play.

"They never told me they were gonna put me away. I'm not crazy I tell you! I'm not insane! Am I? I made a magic wand today. Maybe I'll wish myself away. Next to the ocean where birds sing. "These are a few of my favorite things"

Red lights flash as Alexis walks out from the back. She is clutching her beat up and torn teddy bear. She holds it close as she makes her way to the ring slowly. As "Bite the bullet" by Across 5 Aprils blares over the PA system.

Harrison: And her opponent…”THE DEVILS OWN ANGEL” ALEXIS HAZE!!!

She slides in the ring and puts her teddy in the corner and softly strokes his head. The ring crew pull it out and she glares at them and her eyes seem to glaze over as if she has gone mad. The music slowly fades out.

The match bell rings. Annabelle quickly starts the match out, she runs and grabs Alexis by her hair and nails a snapmare by her hair.

Diablo: Nice Hair Drag by Annabelle getting things started.

Annabelle grabs Alexis by her throat and picks her up, she tucks Alexis’s head under her arm and hits a DDT. Alexis slowly gets back to her feet. Annabelle and her lock up, Alexis kicks Annabelle in the gut breaking the hold on her, she hooks Annabelle’s arm and performs a hip toss onto her knee. Annabelle leans her body up holding her back, Alexis kicks her in the back, then grabs her and lifts her back up. Alexis puts her head under her arm and lifts Annabelle up and suplexes her.

Maverick: Haze trying to take control.

Alexis climbs to the top rope, Annabelle staggers to her feet, she jumps to the ropes knocking Alexis down onto the turnbuckle. Annabelle grabs Alexis’s head, Annabelle climbs up the ropes and performs a Superplex on Alexis.

Diablo: Magnificent Superplex Annabelle showing some strength!

Annabelle lifts up Alexis and whips her into the ropes, Annabelle then leaps up and nails Alexis with a drop kick. Annabelle picks her back up and lifts her up in a military press and sends Alexis crashing to the mat. Alexis gets back to her feet and in desperation she runs towards the ropes and leaps off of them and catches Annabelle’s head for a Springboard DDT.

Maverick: Nice rebound from Alexis.

Alexis lifts up Annabelle, Annabelle unloads a serious of elbows to Alexis’s stomach, then scoops up Alexis in a Powerslam. Annabelle puts the boots to her for a moment and lifts Alexis back up and tucks Alexis’s head between her legs and slams her down with a thunderous powerbomb. Alexis gets back up groggy she shakes it off, as Annabelle approaches her, Alexis starts hitting Annabelle knocking her back against the ropes, Alexis knees Annabelle in the stomach and grabs her air and slams her head on the mat, Alexis goes for a pin. Annabelle kicks out before a count can even start. As they both get up Annabelle hits Alexis, the hit spins Alexis around leaving her back towards Annabelle, Annabelle executes a Reverse DDT.

Maverick: Alexis is trying but Annabelle seems to not be phased by her offense.

Annabelle goes for a pin. Referee starts the count.1…2. Alexis kicks out. Annabelle steps back, Alexis staggers to her feet, Annabelle grabs her and performs her finisher the ANNABELLE-RINGER!

Diablo: A sit out tombstone piledriver!

Annabelle hooks her leg. Referee drops for the count. 1…2…3! Match bell rings as
"2x4" by Metallica hits on the sound system. Annabelle raises her arms in victory.

Harrison: And your winner via pinfall…ANNABELLE LEE!!

Diablo: Well that was a quick and easy victory for her.

Maverick: For real Annabelle Lee ended it just as quick as it got started.

The scene opens up backstage. We spot the beautiful Miss Perfect walking through the hallway with a slight smile on her face. She takes a sip out of her Pepsi can and slows down as she comes to a corner. However, the Deity spots someone near the vending machine. She immediately backs up out of sight and peers at the individual from the corner. Her eyes glow as she watches the person insert a dollar bill into the machine. Apparently the machine is malfunctioning, and the woman seems to be a bit distraught about it. Finally she manages to get the dollar bill in, but the busted machine keeps her money. Mp moves forward a little wanting to get a better look. The woman is now identified as Alexandria; JXD's manager. The cute Goth bangs her fist into the machine a few times in anger, cracking the glass. She moves back a few steps and kicks the glass in with her steel heels. Sharp debris lands on the floor as Alex shrugs her shoulders and reaches in to get her drink. Miss Perfect walks over to the young woman with a slight grin on her face. Alex immediately turns around ready for the worst.

Miss Perfect: Relax I just wanted to see what all the noise was aboot. I can see that you've got quite the temper.

Alexandria: What's it to you?

Miss Perfect: No need for an attitude Alex. However, since were both here and JXD is not, I was wondering if there was something you could do for me.

Alexandria: Oh?

Miss Perfect: Yes Alex...Now I want you to know that it takes a very special lady to catch my attention and you Alex, are special. Not only are you incredibly sexy, but I overheard you saying that you wouldn't mind going down on Miss Perfect. So I'm going to ask you Alex, YOU, to suck my clit! Isn't that wonderful?

Alexandria: Present it.

Miss Perfect: Eh?

Alexandria: You deaf?

Miss Perfect: You mean right here?! O MAN. I'm starting to love you.

Alexandria: You want to do this or what?

Mp looks around nervously as Alex gets on her knees.

Miss Perfect: Well wait just a sec-

Before Latrisha can do anything Alex takes a huge chomp directly on her clit. Miss Perfect screams out in pain as Alex holds on as long as she can before Mp strikes her in the back of the head with an elbow. In a rage the Deity grabs Alex by the hair and smashes her face against the concrete floor repeatedly. After five devastating blows blood leaks out from Alexandria's nose. Mp holds her groin and spits at the young manager.

Miss Perfect: You fucking bitch! Don't you know who I am??!!

She stomps on Alexandria's head, and crushes her face into the floor further. She spits at Alexi once more before limping away in serious pain.

Harrison: This next match is for one fall. Introducing first from Riverside, California, weighing in at 190 lbs, and being accompanied by Nikki Rose, Corey Ramirez!

"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 Corey and Nikki Rose walk out. Corey walks to the each side of the ramp antagonizing the fans by yelling at them and giving them the finger. He's wearing a Zip-Up hoodie that has a huge pot leaf on the back and on the front it has the words Legalize It written across, he flaunts it by pointing at his hoodie as Nikki 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. Corey slides in the ring and Nikki takes her place at ringside. Camera zooms in on Corey's face and he sticks out his pierced tongue as the strobe lights kick off and the lights come back on. Corey then walks over and un zips his hoodie and takes it off and hands over the ropes to Nikki Rose. He then leans on the turnbuckles awaiting his opponent.

Harrison: And his opponent, from Purgatory, Colorado, weighing in at 240 lbs, he is RipCord!

The lights go out, darkness floods the arena.

The voice of pinhead rings out.

“We have such sights to show you! ”

The big screen flickers in and out static to the glowing ring from the movie "The Ring"
The ring of light stabilizes and the arena fills with a eerie voice speaking backwards.

Then there is silence...

From the silence a second voice rings out

“The stuff nightmares are made from. ”

In the Center of the Glowing Ring a silver "C" fades into view.

Absolute power by Tech N9ne fills the arena.

The lights return, the music continues.

RipCord steps forth into the light donning a hooded black cloak. RipCord makes his way down to the ring. Reaching the ring RipCord steps up the steel stairs and into the ring.

The music dies down and RipCord waits for a moment as the bell rings. Corey runs into RipCord and begins pummeling away with punches to the face, then follows through with a huge chop to the chest, causing the crowd to scream “WOO!” Corey keeping up the attack as RipCord fights back, picking up the smaller man and throws him out the ring into the crowd rail. Cord goes after him and lifts up the ring apron, pulling out chairs which he throws into the ring. Cord grabs another chair and throws it into Ramirez's skull, the chair opening up hanging around Corey’s neck.

Diablo: Cord showing no mercy!

Maverick: This ones going to be bloody!

Cord grabs the chair and uses it to send Corey flying into the ring steps. Cord following through with a boot to the sternum sending Corey flying. Cord looks under the ring pulling out a long box and slides it into the ring, walking over to Corey and throws him into the ring. Cord follows him in and receives a thumb to the eyes. Corey opens the box and pulls out a light tube, smashing it into the groin of Cord.

Mav: YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN’ ME! That’s close to attempted murder!

Corey pulls a second light tube from the box, pulling Cord onto his knees, resting the tube against the back of the neck and punches the tube into the exposed neck, Corey shakes his hand as the back of Cord’s neck begins to bleed. Corey then pulls back the forehead and rakes the remnants of the tube in his hand into the flesh of Cord’s forehead, blood dripping down the face into Cord’s eye. Corey looks to the ropes and runs into them, charging at Cord who grabs his legs and backdrops him, legs hitting the ropes as Corey gets himself tangled up. Cord picks up a light tube and smashes it over Corey’s groin, sending the youngster into convulsions.

Mav: What goes around comes around!

Cord pulls Corey out the ropes and picks him up, walking over to a chair left in the ring and slams Corey onto it. Cord with the cover but Lowrider gets to two as Corey gets a shoulder up. Cord picks up a chair and throws it into Corey’s abdominal area, then hit’s a brutal clothesline, sending the smaller man reeling from the ring. Cord drops out the ring and is met with a light tube to the skull as Corey staggers to his feet, clutching the broken end of the tube in his hand.

Diablo: And it seems Corey wasn’t as badly hurt as he seemed, he was playing possum!

Mav: You mean he was faking!

Diablo: You could put it that way if you want…

Corey climbs onto the apron, looking at Cord as he then climbs to the top rope, looking down as Cord before leaping nailing a 450 splash to the outside, Corey landing on his feet, quickly vaulting onto the apron and to the middle rope, flipping backwards in mid air and nails Cord with a beautifully done Asai Moonsault. Corey rolls Cord into the ring and pins, Cord gets the shoulder up on 2. Corey picks up a chair, resting it on Cord’s knee and leaps hard onto it, sending Cord reeling in agony. Corey picks up the chair and brings it down hard onto the skull of Cord, the chair wrapping around Cord’s neck as it did to Corey earlier. Corey signals to Nikki, who hands him 4 light tubes. Corey slides them into the chair between Cord’s face and body and the steel, then runs and baseball slides into the chair, the glass exploding and lacerating the hell out of Cord. The crowd start a chant of “You sick fuck!” Corey pins and Cord kicks out on 2. Corey pulls Cord up and is promptly met with a knee to the balls, sending Corey straight down in sheer agony.

Diablo: Low blow there!

Cord pulls the chair off his head and drops to the outside, pulling out a log cabin of light tubes wrapped up in barbed wire, sliding it into the corner of the ring. Cord slides in and pulls up Corey who is still clutching his groin from the low blow. Cord pulls Corey up, setting up for a Fisherman’s suplex, then turns it into a piledriver, dropping Corey straight into the light tubes, bringing another “You sick fuck!”.

Mav: YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN’ ME! This one is OVER!

Lowrider counts, Corey gets a foot on the ropes as Lowrider’s hand comes down for 3. Cord stares thinking he has the victory then sees Corey’s foot. Cord gets to his feet pissed off, pulling Corey up to his feet and is returned with a knee to the balls, followed by a DDT onto broken glass. Corey gets to his feet and hit’s a Baseball slide to the face of Cord. Corey rolls out the ring, pulling out a table covered in light tubes, sliding it into the ring and quickly follows, setting it up. Corey pulls Cord to his feet and carefully slides him onto the table, then signals to Nikki who hands him more light tubes, resting them over Cord. Corey then climbs to the top rope and hit’s a top rope leg drop onto Cord, glass shattering everywhere!

Mav: YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN’ ME! YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTIN’ ME! Someone had better dial 911!

Corey rolls onto Cord, covering him, Lowrider slaps out the 1...2...3, the crowd booing like crazy as the bell rings.

Harrison: The winner of this match by pinfall: Corey Ramirez!

Corey starts to struggle to make his way to his feet after a hard fought match. Corey makes it to his feet when out of nowhere, Snake Ridge runs into the ring and jumps Corey. Ridge hits him with a series of right hands.

Diablo: Sneak attack by Ridge.

Maverick: What the heck's he doing out here?

Diablo: He's probably still upset about loosing to Corey Ramirez last week.

Corey starts to fight back with rights of his own. Corey starts to gain the upper hand until Ridge ducks a punch, grabs Corey's arm, wraps it around his neck and hits him with the Penance.

Diablo: Penance! He just dropped the poor kid on his head.

Ridge grabs Corey and drags him over to the ropes. Ridge grabs a role of athletic tape and starts taping Corey to the middle rope. Ridge tapes Corey's right arm to the middle rope. Ridge reaches for his left hand, but Corey tries to fight back. Ridge hits him with a string of punches and Corey looses his fight. Ridge tapes his left hand to the middle rope leaving Corey helpless. Ridge grabs the mic. Corey starts to regain consciousness.

Ridge: Boy Corey. I'd bet it's been a bad week for you. Hasn't it? I mean first, the police bust into your house and you have to flush your stash. Then you get arrested and get your ass kicked. Then you have to have something else done to your ass when you get to the police station. Then you have something similar but different done to you by your cell mate. And now this happens to you. You have to be asking yourself how things can get much worst, right?

Corey looks at Ridge and he is extremely pissed off.

Ridge: And I'd bet your wondering who to blame for calling the cops on you, right? Well, any idiot with half a brain could figure out that I did it.

Corey tries to pull himself off the ropes. He spits on Ridge.

Ridge: Hey, don't get so upset at me. I was just doing my civic duty. If you want to get upset at anybody, you should get upset at your girlfriend Nikki for lying to you. Do you remember all those things I said about Nikki being a prostitute, being a crack whore, making advances towards me? Well, it's all true. And here's the proof right here.

A photo shows up on the big screen.

Maverick: You GOTTA be shittin me. That's Ridge and Nikki. What the hell?

Corey looks like he wants to rip Ridges head off. He starts kicking and pulling at the ropes doing everything he can to get free. He starts screaming swear words at Ridge. Ridge grabs a steel chair and cracks it over Corey’s head with a thunderous bang. Corey stops struggling.

Ridge: If you're going to get upset at anybody, get upset at your girl for lying to you and screwing everyone in the locker room. Ridge turns to leave, but stops.

Ridge: Oh yeah, I almost forgot. This is for last week.

Ridge reaches into a black bag he brought to the ring with him and pulls out a hockey mask.

The mask has several thumbtacks glued to the inside of it, making it so the tacks would poke whoever wears the mask. Ridge walks over to a dazed Corey Ramirez and puts the mask on him.

Diablo: He wouldn't.

Ridge grabs the steel chair and stands across the ring from Corey. Ridge starts to run and swings the chair, hitting the mask, driving the tacks into Corey’s face.

Maverick: YOU GOTTA BE SHITTIN' ME! You seriously GOTTA be shittin me!

Corey is screaming in pain, as blood starts to seep out thought the holes in the mask. Ridge drops the chair and heads towards the back.

The camera cuts to the back, JXD is seen with his Primo championship tucked down the front of his ring attire and his cellphone is against his ear, talking quickly down the phone.

JXD: Yea, you saw what happened to her, it's gotten so I can't even keep an eye off her for 5 minutes without her being jumped, and I thought it would be safer than nLw... strike when you see the signal.

The Uncensored Primo Champion flips his phone closed when a large shadow covers him. He takes a long pull off of his cold beer and turns to see who it is.

Spyder Gainey: Hey Champ!

The crowd back inside of the arena roars their approval realizing that it is Spyder.

Spyder Gainey: Bro...with what came out in the magazine last week, why don't you take that into your locker room for me? You know I don't care what happens in there or back at my tattoo shop, but as long as you're wearing that Primo Title, you have an appearance to keep up...

Just as JXD was about to respond, we hear a voice in the distance and approaching.

DLS: Simon!

JXD cracks up and an odd look crosses Spyder's face.

DLS: Yo...Simon!

Spyder Gainey: What, you know this Einstein?

JXD just raises his hands in a mock defensive gesture, still laughing and indicating that DLS was on his own.

DLS stands up on his tip toes...still a good six inches away from Spyder's ear.

DLS: SIMON!

And if you blinked, you missed it. Spyder throttled DLS around his throat with both hands, lifting him, then slamming him hard against the wall behind him. Little did DLS know that he was half way to oblivion, compliments of another of Spyder's notorious finishing maneuvers, that nasty two-handed sit-out chokeslam he called: "The High Life"

Spyder Gainey: What did you call me?

Unable to speak, DLS' face turned red and his eyes bulged.

Spyder Gainey: SAY MY NAME!

A thin trickle of blood ran out of DLS' nose as Spyder squeezed tighter.

Spyder Gainey: SAY...MY...NAME!!

Obviously not acting quickly enough for Spyder, he turned and hit that move, chokeslamming DLS down hard to the backstage concrete. JXD's smiling face leaned into shot.

JXD: Ladies and Gentlemen...the sophisticated...well dressed...filthy rich and slightly notorious, SPYDER GAINEY!

Behind JXD, Spyder stands and pulls out his cellphone, flipping it open with one deft motion of his wrist. He presses a single button, obviously speed dialing someone.

Spyder Gainey: What's up girl? It's me....Check it out, I want you to do me a favor next week....

Diablo: I wonder what JXD is up to, whatever it is, it's probably not exactly what I'd do for her...but to each their own.

Maverick: You wouldn't know what to do with or for a classy lady like Miss Perfect!

Diablo: Classy? What? Are there two of them?

Maverick: Well I for one am worried about her! She has to fight next! I should go check on her...

The lights dim as "Drama" by L7 starts up. Latrisha emerges from the back wearing a white wife beater and bright red shorts with matching knee pads and boots. Her long wine brown hair lays loosely on her shoulders, and a pair of black fingerless gloves complete her outfit. She walks slowly down the ramp, with her face fixated on the ring...As she slides underneath the rope she walks to the other side of the ring and stands on the middle rope, taunting her adoring public with a big kiss...She walks to the corner and sits up on the top turnbuckle.

Harrison: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. In the ring, from right here in Toronto, Ontario...MISS PERFECT!!!

The arena lights fade to black as the opening rifts to Slipknot's "Spit It Out" blast from the speakers as the crowd erupt into a fury of hate filled booing. JXD walks out from behind the curtains, oddly alone. The Primo Champion walks down the ramp, pausing at the base as a group of fans raise their middle fingers at them, JXD stepping forward and dares one of them to jump the crowd wall and take a shot at him. JXD smirks and walks up the ring steps, vaulting the ropes and scales the turnbuckle, raising his middle fingers to the crowd as he shouts "FUCK YOU!", leaping down from the top rope as the arena lights fade up, JXD leaning cockily against the ropes with a demonic smirk on his face.

Harrison: And her opponent, from Derby, England-

Miss Perfect snatches the microphone from Harrison.

Miss Perfect: Allow me. From Derby, England. He is the biggest piece of CHAV SCUM this world has ever seen. JXD!!!

JXD charges the ring in anger, but is met with boots to the back and head from MP. JXD gets up to one knee and punches MP in the gut. He then shoves her back against the ropes and nearly takes her head off with a clothesline.

Diablo: JXD taking offense to Miss Perfect's comments obviously.

JXD drops to the outside, pulling a log cabin of light tubes from under the ring, setting them up outside. JXD slides back into the ring and gets a thumb to the eye. Miss Perfect hauls JXD up onto her shoulder and breaks into a run, sending JXD over the ropes crashing through the light tubes.

Maverick: You gotta be shitting me!

Diablo: JXD had plans for those light tubes, now like the tubes their shattered!

JXD rolls around the floor in pure pain as Miss Perfect perches herself on the top rope. JXD gets to his feet and is met with a shooting star press plancha from Miss Perfect!!! The crowd goes nuts.

Maverick: Miss Perfect has this capacity crowd on her side tonight.

Diablo: That move was simply...

Maverick: Perfect?

Diablo: Yeah!

MP picks JXD up and rolls him into the ring, but keeps his throat exposed on the outside so she can drop an elbow across the throat. JXD chokes as MP does this three more times. She then picks up some of the unbroken light tubes and throws them into the ring. She climbs the apron and waits for JXD to get to his feet before attempting a springboard hurricanrana, only to have it reversed by JXD into a SICKENING POWERBOMB!!!

Maverick: Did you see that Perfect head bounce off the mat?

Diablo: JXD must've given her a one way ticket to concussion city!

JXD hooks the leg of MP. One, two, shoulder up! JXD picks up more light tubes, sliding them down the back of Miss Perfect's wifebeater as he knees her in the stomach to keep her on all fours. JXD climbs onto the apron and climbs to the top rope, balancing as he sizes up Miss Perfect, then leaps nailing a double foot stomp onto the light tubes, shattering them under the layer of clothing!!!

Diablo: M Bison... and possibly one of the cruelest yet!

Maverick: Miss Perfect will need a HUGE amount of support from Jeremy Diaz after this one.

MP rolls around the mat in pain as JXD taunts the crowd a bit before making the cover. One, two, kickout! The crowd goes nuts for the toughness of Miss Perfect. JXD grabs her up by the hair and chops her across the chest! He then whips her against the ropes as she ducks a clothesline and nails JXD with a flying forearm shot on the return. However, JXD jumps back to his feet quickly and dropkicks MP in the face while she is on one knee. She rolls to the outside and tries to pull the chips of light tube that are pierced into her back skin. She is too occupied to notice JXD taking a suicide dive to the outside and sending her crashing into the barrier!

Maverick: This match is crazy.

Diablo: These two are putting each other through hell.

JXD picks MP up and throws her into the ring. He then pulls out a roll of barbed wire and wraps it around his fists. He then begins to beat himself in the head with it as blood rushes down his forehead and chest. He taunts the crowd before getting into the ring and measuring MP up for a shot with the barbed wire. MP staggers to her feet as JXD takes a wild swing. MP ducks and rolls around JXD's back and NAILS him with a german suplex!!! The barbed wire flies off JXD's hand and to the outside of the ring as Miss Perfect jumps to the outside to grab it. She then grabs a steel chair and wraps the barbed wire around it before sliding it back into the ring. JXD is up to one knee and charges Miss Perfect who catches and NAILS him with the Absolute Perfection onto the barbed wire steel chair!!! MP then makes the cover. One, two, three!!!

Harrison: Here is your winner...MISS PERFECT!!!

Miss Perfect poses on the turnbuckle to her blaring music. JXD peels the barbed wire from his body and rolls out the ring, pulling himself to his knees as he staggers over to the timekeeper, grabbing his Primo title back and walks back towards the ring, grabbing the bottom rope. Almost immediately a woman in a ninja mask vaults the crowd wall and slides into the ring, immediately laying into Miss Perfect with shots to the head and neck from her position on the turnbuckle.

Diablo: What the hell? Is this what JXD's plan was all along??

Maverick: ITS DIAZ!!! ITS DIAZ!!!

Jeremy Diaz comes running down the aisle, but it cut off by Rip Cord who spears him from the side out of nowhere!!! The two of them then begin to brawl towards the backstage area.

Diablo: That damn RipCord.

Maverick: Look at what's going on in the ring!

The woman in the mask grabs Miss Perfect by the head, walking to the ropes and throws her through them, Miss Perfect caught in the hangman as JXD picks up a steel chair, throwing it into the ring, the woman catches it and cracks Miss Perfect over the head, not giving her chance to protect her head.

Diablo: That was just disgusting! She had no chance!

Maverick: I think JXD knew what he was doi- whoa shit!

As Maverick spoke, the woman removed the mask from her face, looking at Miss Perfect as JXD leaps to the apron, releasing Miss Perfect from the hangman as she hits the floor. JXD grabs a Canadian flag and covers Miss Perfect's face as the woman in the ring drops to the outside, walking to the back with JXD. Pausing for a moment, the woman drops down beside Miss Perfect and utters the words "Alexandrea sends her best wishes" before spitting on the Canadian flag and walking to the back with JXD, the crowd's hatred being well known as they laugh it up.

The cameras open up with Corey sitting in his locker room enraged after finding out Ridge snitched on him and him revealing Nikki has been with him. He’s still a little roughed up from when Ridge attacked him. His face is bleeding from the mask Ridge put on him earlier and hit it with a chair. His locker room is a mess. As he’s sitting there grinding his teeth mad, Nikki Rose walks in the locker room.

Corey: Where the fuck have you been!?

Nikki: I was…

Corey Interrupts her.

Corey: With Snake Ridge perhaps? How the hell could you lie to me like that?

Nikki looks surprised

Nikki: I didn’t lie to you.

Corey: Bullshit, Ridge just showed me proof after attacking me. Your lying to me again!

Nikki: Corey…

Corey interrupts her again and steps inches from her face.

Corey: You’re not the girl I thought you were. Just go away!

Nikki stands for a moment with a tear coming out of her eye. She goes to say something and Corey screams at her.

Corey: NOW!

Nikki is startled and she runs out of his locker room. Corey kicks over his chair then reaches in his duffle bag and pulls out a steel baseball bat. He then gets a crazed look on his face.

Corey: Ridge you want to play games, we can play games.

Cameras follow Corey as he walks out of his locker room and down the hallway to the parking lot. He steps up beside Ridge’s car a 1986 Chrysler New Yorker. He starts winding up his arm then smashes the bat through Ridge’s driver side window. Corey walks to the front of the car and takes his shirtsleeve and shines the headlights. Corey grins then smashes the headlights. Corey steps up on the hood and jumps up and when he lands dints in the hood. He steps up on the top of the car. Walks to the back of the car and smashes the back windshield in. He turns around and walks up by the front windshield.

Corey: I never thought the Hardcore Wrestling Messiah would turn out to be a snitch. You know on the outside in the streets stuff like that can you get killed. Words alone can cost someone their life. First, you ruin me and Nikki’s relationship and then on top of that you rat me out to the cops. In your debut you laid me out. Now I'm sitting here bleeding. If you think it was rough when I shot you up with heroine just wait until I get you in that ring again. I’m going to ruin you just like I'm doing your car.

Corey lifts the bat high above his head and starts hitting Ridge’s car windshield until it finally caves in. Corey wipes some of the blood off his face and rubs it down the side of the car. He then licks the remainder of the blood off his hand. He puts the bat down and pulls out his switchblade and slices all four of the tires.

Corey: Now you’re driving in style Ridge. I just gimped your ride.

Corey pulls his blade out of the tire and picks up his bat and walks off.

Diablo: It’s time for our main event everybody! Tonight promises to be a doozy to say the least. “King” Sean Galen is challenging “Infamous” Jeremy Diaz for the NC-17 Championship here tonight. Let’s send it down…

The lights cut in the arena. The jumbotron comes to life as the speakers kick in. The opening guitar riffs of "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns 'N Roses stream from the soundsystem. As the guitar gets louder, the lights slowly come back up. The jumbotron, this whole time, has been showing random images and cut-scenes of a short-haired male who flashes an arrogant grin. As the first verse of the song starts, there is an explosion of pyro from all around the stage. The crowd, not knowing who the man is on the jumbotron, cheer the visual effects. The excitement is beginning to build as all in attendance want to know who is about to appear.

Diablo: What the heck is going on here? Who's that guy?

Maverick: Didn't you get that memo?

Before Diablo can respond, "that guy" appears on the stage. He runs out to the cheers and pops from the fans in the arena even though they've got no idea who this is. The mystery guest flashes a grin and points to different sections of the crowd as he makes his way down the ramp. He slides into the ring and soaks in the response from the crowd. He radiates a natural charisma and the fans are responding to it. They aren't going crazy by any stretch, but they are approving of this man. Grabbing a microphone from the ring announcer, we find out who this man is.

Man: As I'm sure most of you are wondering by now, my name is Jared Masori.

Slight response from the crowd, but not because of name recognition.

Maverick: See? That's Jared Masori. "The Edge", if you will. The memo was sent this past week that he was signed.

Diablo: That doesn't mean he was necessarily going to show up tonight. He wasn't on the card...

Maverick: Yeah, because that stops SO many people from showing up at Climax.

Masori is looking around the arena and gets sort of a wistful look on his face.

Masori: You know, I was here, in this very city twice. I’ve come to Toronto as a kid and again as an adult. Both times were for an event that you have to see to believe. It was for some other company’s little Wrestle…something-or-other show. I came for those shows, and have experiences that I’ll never forget.

Big pop from the crowd. Masori waits for them to calm down by slowly nodding his head with a smile on his face.

Masori: Indeed, I came here for #6 and again for #18…or X8 as it’s sometimes is called. All I can say, is that after having been here for 6 and experiencing all that this city had to offer, I haven’t the foggiest idea why I came back for 18.
Complete 180 by the crowd. They boo heavily.

Masori: Hey, don't boo me! It's your own damn fault. Your city sucks! If you want it to be different and better, than figure out a way. I sure as shit can’t come up with anything.
The people are laying their displeasure on thick.

Diablo: People sure don't seem to like this newcomer anymore. That was quick.

Maverick: I can't stand it when people get upset by the truth.
Masori nods his head as he is completely expecting this response. The crowd breaks into an "asshole" chant.

Masori: Typical response from North Montana. I'm out here for another reason though; the real reason that I am making my debut in Uncensored Wrestling Entertainment. Tonight, I put the locker room on notice. I am here to do two things. First, to dominate each and every person that I step into the ring with, regardless of who likes it...especially these idiots surrounding me out here.

Another chorus of boos for this captivating, if not endearing, athlete.

Masori: In this ring is the greatest talent that this company has ever seen! I know you may not have seen me in the CMW or xWe, so you don’t know exactly what it is that I’m capable of in the ring. To you people, I say: Just keep watching. To everybody in the back, this is your wake-up call! I am better than you, and no matter how much you work at it, no matter how hard you try, no matter how lucky you get, in the end...”The Edge” will be on top!

Those in attendance are clearly letting Masori know that they dislike his message.

Masori: See? That’s the response I tend to get from fans because they’re worried that I’ll be taking on and taking out their favorites inside of this squared circle. That’s part of the reason why a guy with my ability and attitude is usually a target for the so-called "veterans" of a company. They don't like the punk kid coming in and running roughshod over the company that they all help to build from the ground up, or whatever. A guy like me tends to piss a lot of people off. I’ve got no problem with that. If you don’t like it, try and do something about it! Many people claim to live on The Edge…anybody and everybody is welcome to step up and try to survive it!

"Welcome to the Jungle" hits again. Masori drops the mic and the four members of the xWe's premier stable, The Crew, taunt the crowd by raising each other's arms in a victorious pose. They exit the ring and head back up the ramp. The crowd is pissing and moaning the whole while.

Maverick: I don’t see any takers on Masori’s offer…weird.

Diablo: Big news here at Climax! “The Edge” Jared Masori is here!

Maverick: Well, Diablo, let me tell you something. I have seen Masori’s film archives of his time in xWe and CMW. And Jared Masori is the real deal. I think a wake up call would do our locker room a world of good even though we’re still a young company. Complacency only leads to bad ratings and subsequent firings and paycuts.

Diablo: Well, it’ll no doubt be an event every time Masori steps into the ring for now. Now, folks, as promised, here comes Jeremy Diaz defending his title against Sean Galen.

And then the match bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention.

Then 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 Sean Galen to a enormous crowd reaction boos.

Harrison: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the UWE NC-17 CHAMPIONSHIP!!! In the ring, the challenger, "King" SEAN GALEN!!!!

The arena went black for five seconds. The fans began to erupt in cheers for what they knew would follow. Blue and white pyro blasts in the entrance as spotlights hit the stage and blue strobe lights flicker in the entrance way as "Still" by the Geto Boyz hits the speakers.

Just then the big screen comes to life, showing the backstage area where Rip Cord and Jeremy Diaz exchange blows. Rip slams Diaz's head into a few tables, but as he goes to do it for a fourth time, Diaz blocks it and elbows Rip in the gut before giving him a snake eyes onto the table. Rip staggers holding his throat, but throws a wild haymaker punch nailing Diaz in the side of the head. Diaz staggers back before charging Rip for a double leg takedown. The two then exchange punches on the ground until security guards appear to break up the fight.

RipCord: You're dead Diaz!!!

Diaz: FUCK YOU!!!

RipCord: YOU'RE DEAD!!!

Security breaks the two up as the cameras fade out. and once again, Jeremy Diaz's ring introduction hits. Quickly, Jeremy Diaz comes walking down the aisle with the UWE NC-17 Championship around his waist and the X-Net World Heavyweight Title over his shoulder. He enters the ring via steel steps as Sean Galen jumps to the outside. Jeremy poses on all four turnbuckles before hopping down and handing the ref his NC-17 Title to raise high in the air.

Harrison: And his opponent from Birmingham, Alabama, weighing in at 225 pounds, he is the reigning UWE NC-17 Champion..."Infamous" JEREMY DIAZ!!!

The fans cheered as Jeremy bounced up and down in the corner while Galen climbed into the ring.

Maverick: This match has been awaited upon for seemingly ages and now it is here. Jeremy Diaz vs. Sean Galen. Two egos clash the UWE NC-17 Title is in the middle of it.

Diablo: I don't believe this will be much of a match Mav. I believe Diaz will dominate Galen to an easy victory.

Maverick: That remains to be seen.

Suddenly, Spiderman by The Ramones explodes from the speakers sending the capacity crowd into a frenzy.

Spyder: WHOA WHOA WHOA!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!!

Spyder Gainey comes walking out onto the entrance ramp with a microphone in hand.

Spyder: Did you think I was going to let all this hatred go to waste in a basic match up? Oh no. Bring it down!

Spyder points up as the steel structure that is the Hell in A Cell lowers down over the perimeter of the ring.

Maverick: THIS IS HUGE!!!

Diablo: We're gonna witness legal murder folks.

Spyder: You boys wanna REALLY settle your differences? Well so do I...Uncensored just isn't big enough for both of your egos so...winner leaves with the NC-17 Title. Loser leaves UWE, period. Now ring that bell!

Spyder walks to the back as Jeremy Diaz is pulling on the cage and smiling ear to ear. Sean Galen attacks him from behind and throws him out of the ring as the bells sounds.

Diablo: And the fight is on. Galen first on the sneak attack.

Maverick: I told you it wouldn't be one-sided.

Galen slams Diaz's head against the cage several times before whipping him into the ring apron. He then pulls Diaz back and rams forward, slamming his lower back into the ring apron. Diaz falls to his knees holding his back in pain as Galen kicks him in the head and taunts the booing crowd.

Diablo: Galen with the early advantage.

Galen picks Diaz up and goes to whip him against the steel steps, but Diaz reverses and slams him so hard that he flips over the steps! Jeremy then goes under the ring and pulls out a steel chair. He slides it into the ring as Galen staggers to his feet. Jeremy grabs Galen by the hair and slams him face first into the cage. He then grinds his face along the cage before throwing him to the ground on his hands and knees. While Galen is on his hands and knees, Diaz grabs him in a wheel barrel bomb and slams him face first onto the steel ring steps!

Diablo: OUCH!!!

Maverick: Galen is in pure pain!

Blood gushes from Galen's forehead as Jeremy Diaz slides into the ring to pull out the steel chair. He then helps Galen up a bit so he can crash the steel chair over his head with vile force!!!

Diablo: I've NEVER heard a chair shot that violent!!!

Maverick: The hatred of Diaz for Galen is very apparent.

Diaz grabs Galen the throws him into the ring before picking up the chair and throwing it into the ring as well. Diaz picks Galen up and whips him against the ropes before NAILING him with the 2-0-5 Superkick under the chin!!! Galen's body goes limp as Jeremy grabs his hand and begins to break each and everyone of his fingers!!!

Diablo: I've never heard a man scream like this!!!

Maverick: Jeremy Diaz is destroying this man!!!

Diaz then slips Galen's arm into the steel chair and begins to violently stomp on it. A crunch is heard as the bones in Galen's arm are crushed. Diaz jumps outside of the ring and pulls out a table before sliding it into the ring and setting it up inside. He then grabs Galen in reverse DDT form and gives a cut throat thumbs down signal before DROPPING Galen with the Roll Out!!!

Maverick: Pure domination.

Diablo: I told you so.

Diaz picks up a limp Galen and rolls him onto the table before climbing the turnbuckle. He then executes a picture perfect Shooting Star Press on Galen CRUSHING the table in the the process. He then hooks the leg as the ref counts the academic three. One, two, three.

Harrison: Here is your winner AND STILL UWE-NC-17 CHAMPION...JEREMY DIAZ!!!

Lowrider hands Diaz the NC-17 and X-Net Titles as "Still" by the Geto Boyz hits the speakers. Diaz poses on the turnbuckle with Galen's blood all over him as a huge surge of camera flashes go off around the arena. The arena lights suddenly begin to flicker in and out. From their normal bright yellow they slowly fade into a sickening blood shot red, while voices begin to echo through the arena.

--Unleash The Killer--

--Unleash The Killer--

--Unleash The Killer--

The voices stop as a lone white light amongst the sea of red directs itself up to the rafters where a lone man is perched. Dressed in his long cloaking jacket and sunglasses, RipCord is crouched, microphone in hand. The crowd provides a mix reaction of boos and half-cheers upon seeing the entity of pure evil.

RipCord: I used to sit up here as a teenager and watch hundreds of wrestling matches. The view sucks, but from up here you feel like you control...everything. Plus, this is the closest I'll ever get to heaven!! Not that I heard it's that great a place to be anyway. We'll have to ask Nikki Rose to send us a postcard later tonight...

The fans begin to boo RipCord as he stays crouched, smirking. RipCord slowly stands and walks in the rafters, stopping when he reaches the edge. There is something next to his foot now, but we can't make it out from this distance.

RipCord: And as for you Diaz, you shall be taught the lesson everyone else in this company is scared to teach. That taking on someone better than you...only ends in pain. I invited you into the fire all week, but you did not welcome it. So instead....I'll bring the fire to YOU!!! You'll be the first bloodshed of the R.I.P. I hope you're ready!!!

With that the arena goes completely dark as RipCord escapes into the darkness high above the arena. The lone white light that shadowed him now zooms over to the object by RipCord's foot, which turned out to be 3 objects: A steel Chair, a gasoline container, and a box of matches.

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