J. D. Jaxson. is out in the parking lot sitting in his van. He tries to stretch but the stitches on his neck and back sends shocks through his nervous system. J.D. then takes a couple pain pills and swigs off his bottle of Jim Beam Black. J.D. then notices a female has walked out into the parking lot smoking a cigarette and unaware of him being only a couple feet away from him. J.D. can't really see who it is, but talks anyways.

J.D. : What's going on in there?

The female looks back but only sees a dark van with the someone sitting inside, she turns back around and speaks.

Eva Riot: Another fucking awesome night of Climaxing...what else?!

J.D. : I hear ya, yeah the shows here are pretty tight. You got a name?

Eva Riot: Yeah, but you ain't getting it. Besides I got a man, so save it for the sluts.

J.D. : Whoa, whoa, I'm just making conversation, I'm just a little nervous that's all.

Eva Riot: Nervous?! What are you nervous for?

J.D. : Let me ask you something. What is a piece of ass like you doing out here alone in the parking lot if you got a boyfriend in there.

Eva Riot: Look here.....

J.D. : Oh shit Eva!

Eva Riot: Well...well J.D. Jaxson. I should have known it was your punk ass out here alone in your van spitting out some lame shit like that.

J.D. : Lame?...shit you know you like it baby.

Eva Riot: Baby?!

Eva reaches in her boot and pulls out a combat knife.

Eva Riot: I got your baby right here bitch!

J.D. :  Eva...Eva, you don't want to do that.

Eva Riot: I don't?

Eva licks her knife and starts scratching the paint on Jaxson's van. Eva then laughs and says...

Eva Riot: See ya inside.....

Eva walks back inside as she licks her knife again and puts it back in her pocket. JD is left alone in his van.

J.D. : Fucking Bitch!! Man these folks are going to push me and push me to fucking far. Thats it...fuck this!

J.D. then gets out of his van, slams the door and heads inside.

The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention. "Tom Sawyer" by Rush explodes from the jukebox at Artie's Pub and a collective gasp escaped the crowd who recognized the music from the rumors which had surrounded Uncensored since the weekend.

Diablo: We are live from 'The Mothership'. The corners of Alligator Alley and Old Dixie Highway...Spyder Gainey's Permanent Stain Tattoo Parlour in Ft. Lauderdale. And it looks like Armageddon will happen before Climax...and the could have just been the signal for it!

Maverick: From where I'm sitting that's music to my ears literally and figuratively. We've been out here every night for a freakin' week and no one's heard a word out of Spyder. That's bullshit. And if this is true, then it's the best thing that Spyder's ever done for Uncensored.

After a moment it began to look almost comical. In the narrow, one way streets of downtown Ft. Lauderdale this white limousine seemed to get longer. It wouldn't be possible for it to be anymore exaggerated. It didn't seem possible for the driver to be able to maneuver such a vehicle on these thin strips of streets.

Maverick: It is so good to finally see a businessman in control of this business! ladies and gentlemen allow me to be the first to introduce to you...The Lonestar...David Law.

An ostrich skinned cowboy boot is the first thing seen as Law steps out of his limo. On his arm is a beautiful raven haired beauty. He is holding a stack of legal documents as he makes his way to the ring. He holds the ropes apart for his lady friend and then climbs in himself calling for a microphone.

David Law: Welcome to DOMINANCE!

The crowd boos him loudly. There just seems to be something a little to slick about Law and the nasally whine of his southern accent did not help matters in the least. He looks around at the crowd who seemingly hates him.

David Law: Well it's not like anything this small would ever make ME Climax!

Law smirks and allows the crowd's noise to die down before continuing.

David Law: I mean look around you...this hasn't even kept Spyder interested...not that his track record would have told you much of anything else. I mean what happened in FTW when the going got rough? He sold.

Law holds his legal documents up.

David Law: But he isn't the only one. It seems that Jeremy Diaz has realized just how badly he screwed up by leaving the company and has signed over 30 million dollar in assets and CMW stocks over to Spyder in an effort to put Uncensored back on the map...

Law just smirks.

David Law: 30 million? Made that last month...but nice try Diaz. Nice try. Unfortunatley you're not the savior that Uncensored is looking for...you're just like everybody else here. And would you like to know what you have in common with everyone else here?

He pauses for dramatic effect.

David Law: I OWN YOU!

We are taken inside of Artie's Pub. Snake Ridge and his friend Jack Mehoff, are sitting at the bar drinking. They are both watching the TV, obviously bored by what they are seeing on the screen. Ridge reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell phone.

Ridge: Watch this.

Ridge dials a number. The phone on the other end rings a few times before it is picked up by Tony Ruiz. Ridge starts talking in a really annoying tone of voice.

Ridge: Hello is this Tony Ruiz?

Tony: Yeah, it's me Chico.

Ridge: Hi, my name is Ritchie. I'm calling because I need to make a formal complaint about one of the girls you have working at your club.

Tony: One of my girls?

Ridge: Yes. I went into your club three nights ago, and one of your girls approached me and offered me a lap dance. Actually she was the only girl that approached me. But anyways she took her clothes off and started rubbing her private areas against my body, and when I woke up the next mourning, I had this really bad rash growing on my skin.

Tony: Sorry to hear that Chico.

Ridge: Oh yes. It's just so terrible. I just want to know what you are going to do about it? I would hate to have to call the board of health and have your club closed down.

Tony: Whatever Chico you can't prove anything.

Ridge: You mean to tell me that you aren't going to do anything about it? Are you telling me that you have strippers who are giving people STDs and you aren't the least bit concerned?

Tony: Hey yo! No need to yell Chico, all I can say is that I hire only the finest girls in Miami. You didn't get no STD from my club. Must have been a skank you picked up on your way home.

Ridge: Only the finest girls? Are you kidding me? The girls I saw in your club were ugly as hell, or so fat that they could crush a man to death giving him a lap dance. And accusing me of picking up a prostitute? I'm going to sue your ass off for defamation of character.

Tony: It wasn't my club Chico, must be mistaken.

Ridge: Oh no. I know it was your club. I saw you at the bar trying to drink an entire keg without passing out.

Tony: Like I said Chico, you must have been mistaken, good day.

Tony hangs up phone. Ridge and Jack start to laugh their asses off. Eva comes walking into the bar.

Jack: Hey Eva, you just missed it. Ridge just crank called Tony Ruiz. The guys probably going to be looking at the girls he has working at his club a little differently.

Eva: And you missed it. JD Jaxson tried hitting on me and I scratched the hell out of his van.

Ridge: That's all you did?

Eva: Yeah.

Ridge: If you really want to piss the guy off, I'll show you how to do it.

The scene changes to the parking lot. Ridge and Jack are standing next to J.D. Jaxson's big black van. Ridge gets in the drivers seat, while Jack gets in the passengers seat.

Jack: So what are we going to do?

Ridge reaches under the steering wheel and pulls out some wires.

Ridge: Hotwire it and take it for a joy ride.

Ridge twists two wires together and the van starts. Jack turns on the radio and the theme from the A-team starts to play. Ridge puts the van into gear, and backs up hitting the car behind them hard. Ridge puts the van in drive and drives off.

Big Dick: This is our first match of the evening and it is a standard match. Heading to the ring first, from New Orleans, "The War Eagle" J. D. Jaxson! 

“Just Plain” Jack drops a quarter in the jukebox as "Terminator" by Sevendust hit the speakers as quite a few of the crowd begin cheering. As JD Jackson steps out of Pizzano's, heads to the ring and slides in. He tries to get the crowd into it but nothing really happens, and they are everywhere. On the deck of the bar. On the roofs of the Pizzeria next door, the bar itself and even the roof of Spyder Gainey's Tattoo Shop was full of people. The parking lot itself was a mass of humanity. There was no real good pathway to the ring anywhere here today. There was maybe four or five hundred people gathered here who gave no real reaction until "Just Plain" Jack dropped more quarters in and started "I Take Drugs" by Murderdolls.  

Maverick: And here is the “Cocaine King”! These fans are un-appreciative when a true raw talent like Corey Ramirez show’s up.  

Diablo: These Climax fans hate the sight and sound of the self proclaimed “Cocaine King” and come to think of it so do I.  

Ramirez step’s inside the ring as JD immediately connects with a running forearm smash as Ramirez step‘s through the rope‘s into the ring sending the Ultra Violent star tumbling backwards against the rope‘s. JD doesn’t relent and Irish whip’s Ramirez to the rope’s as he come’s running back at JD who tries to connect with a standing dropkick but Ramirez has other idea’s.  

Maverick: Ouch! A dropkick but no one’s home, what a dumb-ass Jaxson is.  

Ramirez quickly grabs JD by the hair and brings him to his feet and spit’s directly in his eye’s causing JD to throw his hands up to his face desperately trying to wipe away the spit as Ramirez laugh’s and delivers a vicious roundhouse kick to the back of JD’s head as he fall’s face first to the canvas of the ring with a loud thud echoing around the ring.  

Maverick: Now that’s got to hurt! 

Diablo: As much as I want to Bill I won’t argue with that! 

Maverick: Damn straight you won’t.  

With his speed and agility Ramirez run’s to the corner and jump’s to the top turnbuckle and look’s out onto the parking lot crowd who viciously boo the hell out of the “Cocaine King” as he attempts a top rope corkscrew leg drop connecting with the back of JD’s head yet again as he wails in pain and Ramirez just grins like the sadistic little fuck he is. Ramirez gets straight back to work not relenting for a moment but JD drive’s his shoulder into Corey’s mid-section and with his strength and weight advantage lift’s and pushes Corey with force into the corner turnbuckle connecting hard with Ramirez’s spine as JD drives his shoulder into Corey’s rib’s another three to four times.  

Diablo: JD Jaxson fighting hard here to beat Ramirez.  

Maverick: No chance “Cocaine King” has this match in the bag even at this early stage.  

JD stop’s driving the shoulder hard into Ramirez’s abdomen and hit’s him instead with a European uppercut rocking Ramirez back, And connects with another uppercut on Ramirez’s chin as blood begin’s trickling out of Ramirez’s mouth ever so slightly. JD’s is now is full command of this match hit’s an elbow to the side of Ramirez’s head and again and again for good measure as Ramirez is struggling to gather his bearings. JD follows up with a snap mare manoeuvre and lock’s in a dragon sleeper hold on Ramirez and grips him tightly.  

Maverick:  What is happening to Ramirez? Jaxson is taking control of this match here. Come on Corey get Jaxson.  

Diablo: The War Eagle is not one to be fucked with Maverick, Something we shall all find out soon enough.  

Lowrider check’s Ramirez to make sure he hasn’t passed out just yet as he raise’s his left arm and hold’ s it for a few moments before releasing it and it flops to his side. Lowrider once again hold’s Ramirez’s arm in the air before releasing it and again it falls to Ramirez’s side.  

Diablo: This is it Maverick? One more and Ramirez is done for.  

Maverick: You’ve got to be shittin me. 

Diablo: No I’m not Mav! Your “Cocaine King” is about to submit.  

Lowrider raise’s the arm of Ramirez for the last time and hold’s it for a few seconds before letting his grip go but Ramirez summons up the strength and determination that has seen him rise in the UWE very quickly and begins battling back from the Dragon Sleeper. Ramirez manages to get to his knee and with the back of his head he headbutts Jaxson firmly on the nose but he doesn’t relent on the sleeper hold, Ramirez tries head butting JD yet again and catches him again right on the nose and blood trickles down over his lips as his eyes begin to water and finally the hold is released as Ramirez quickly gets to his feet and runs and take’s JD down with a power clothesline.  

Maverick: Ouch that one almost beheaded Jaxson there. I told you Diablo Ramirez is not to be fucked with. 

Diablo: Yeah, Yeah whatever. Say that at the end of the match Bill.  

Ramirez thought that JD would be down and out after that clothesline but the resilience of JD Jaxson is quite unbelievable as he spring’s back up onto his feet almost immediately as Ramirez look’s shocked with JD getting up from that. Both Ramirez and Jaxson begin exchanging left and right’s as JD start’s winning the exchange and has Ramirez backed in the corner unleashing his un-fulfilled anger all onto Ramirez with every right hand connecting with his face as JD doesn’t relent for one second as the raw anger and emotion burn away inside of  JD.  

Diablo: And Jaxson now is on fire and looking to finish Ramirez off. Much to Bill’s dis-pleasure.  

Maverick: Whatever!! 

Jaxson Irish whips Ramirez into the opposite corner and charges at full force at Corey who somehow strays out of the way of the in-coming Jaxson who connects with nothing but turnbuckle just as Ramirez flips him round and goes for a mid-section kick but JD catches his leg in mid-motion and spin’s him around and sends him for a ride in the spinning powerbomb.

Jaxson senses the finish as does the fan’s who jump to there feet as The “War Eagle” runs and jumps to the top rope and look’s out onto Spyder Gainey’s Parking Lot as what seems to be in slow motion as JD flies off the top rope and finishes Ramirez off with “The Most Amazing” as Lowrider jumps over the bodies of JD and Ramirez and slam’s the palm of his hand to the canvas.  

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Big Dick: And the winner of this match, "The War Eagle" J. D. Jaxson! 

Maverick: Noooooo! The “Cocaine King” was defeated by that Douche bag “War Eagle”. Corey Ramirez should be ashamed of himself here.  

Diablo: Jaxson pulled out the victory from the jaws of defeat here Maverick and even you have to give him credit? 

Maverick: For what? Being the talent less little weasel? I don’t think so Diablo. 

Lowrider raise’s the arm of JD Jaxson as we pan around to see Rayne Young giving the nod to “Just Plain” Jack who drops the usual quarter into the jukebox as “Slicker Than Your Average” erupts through the speaker’s as Rayne casually smiles as he make’s his way through the crowded parking lot as you can hear him swearing to high hell for people to make there space and let him through and finally after a struggle Rayne slide’s into the ring ignoring JD who is still in the ring as is Lowrider with Ramirez on the outside being abused by the raucous crowd. Rayne grabs the megaphone and as he does so a few of the fans throw there beer cans at him in disgust one hitting him in the chest spilling beer all over him..  

Rayne: SONUVABITCH! I came out here to give you fans a chance to finally see some talent in this dump and this is how you treat your favourite son? With dis-respect and dis-contempt? Fine just like JXD you’ve made you bed now you shall have to lie in it! You see you fans here and JXD have a lot in common?  

Before answering that question Rayne dodges yet another beer can being thrown at him.  

Rayne: Now why would you guys keep wasting beer like that is beyond me! Anyhow as I was saying you fans and JXD have a lot in common. Like the fact how you the fans and JXD are damaging to the eyes with your pure ugliness, Also your all a bunch of waste of space, Good for nothing pieces of shit.  

More cans get thrown at Rayne as he speak’s his mind here as he runs over to the side of the ring where the can was thrown from and spits out into the crowd and throws his middle finger up.  

Rayne: Truth hurts doesn’t it? JXD should be out watching the professionals doing there business in the ring, He’s a boy in a man’s world! Sure he’s got quite far and even won the UWE Primo Championship somehow and I won’t take that away from him well not for the time being at least. But the fact of the matter is that as true I stand here in this ring in front of you wannabe fans I promise to stand victorious after this evening’s Main Event. And Deuce Holmes I hope for your sake you call this match fair and square otherwise there will be a repeat of Bunkhouse Brawl and I’m sure you remember how that went down.  

Rayne throws the megaphone out of the ring towards the people who have been hurtling cans of beer at Rayne for no apparent reason as he make’s his way back through the crowd passing “Just Plain” Jack who he high-fives as he is met by Stephanie as they head over to the Pizzeria before his match this evening.

Just Plain Jack drops some quarters in the jukebox and "Better Now" by Collective Soul begins to play. 

Big Dick: And now for your viewing pleasure, from San Francisco…Rose Carter!

A red spotlight focuses on the entranceway as Rose comes out to a mixed reaction from the crowd. She smiles, just letting the negativity bounce off of her as she makes her way up the steps, onto the apron, and into the ring to wait for her opponent. A soft piano tune begins.

Big Dick: And her opponent, Amy Stevenson!

As the music kicks in properly, Amy comes out from the Pizzeria. She dances around a bit, then walks down to the ring, blowing kisses to the fans. She climbs into the ring, and raises her arms for the crowd, and Rose starts us off with a hard forearm smash to the shoulder blades. Lowrider calls for the bell. 

Diablo: Amy wears a pair of black, baggy pants and a white singlet when wrestling. Her boots are black. Her hair is tied up in a pony-tail. 

Maverick: Well hopefully Rose thinks this is a “show us your tits” match. I think that’s all she’s ever fought in here in Uncensored.  

Rose cinched in tight around her waist from behind and hit a hard atomic drop. As Amy bounced forward into the ropes, Rose jumped up and hit a dropkick as she bounced back that sent Amy over the top rope.  As she fell all the way to the ground below, Rose slid out of the ring under the bottom rope and stepped back waiting for her to get up. 

Diablo: Looks like she may be going for a “Thorn in your side”. 

As Amy pulled herself up, Rose took off for her going for a spear, but Amy dodged her and nailed a hard mule kick. As Rose doubled over, Amy hit a flying Headscissors takedown. The crowd went wild as she slid into the ring and hitting the far side ropes and then jumping over the top rope going for a suicide plancha just as Rose was standing. 

Maverick: What the hell was that? 

Diablo: Backflip Kick! Oh we’re not having fun til somebody’s dialing 911! Rose is helping Amy up there with a handful of hair…there’s a fireman’s carry…holy shit into a flapjack! Amy’s knee just impacting with that steel ringpost and those steel steps wasn’t a very soft pillow for her face.  

Maverick: Fast paced match… 

Diablo: Rose just slowed Amy down a lot with that last move but she’s keeping it moving, rolling Amy right back inside of the ring.  

Rose follows her right in and they both move to their feet. Rose backs Amy into the ropes and Irish whips her into the far side turnbuckles, but follows her in and lands a hard back elbow smash staggering Amy. Again Rose whips Amy to the far side but this time Amy leaps and hits a springboard bulldog from out of nowhere. Amy takes a step back, getting behind Rose and waiting for her to get up, as she does, Amy slaps the sleeper hold on her.  

Diablo: Victoria’s Secret! Amy’s going for the win. 

Maverick: Rose reaching back, she’s got two handfuls of hair! 

Just then Rose hits a Jawbreaker and almost as soon as Amy hit the mat Rose was on her with a lateral press but Amy kicked out on two. As Amy moved to her feet, Rose overpowered her and lifted her up for a powerbomb and turning nailed a turnbuckle smash bouncing Amy’s head like a basketball off of the top turnbuckle. Amy lay motionless on the mat as Rose pulled her up far enough to hit a swinging neckbreaker. 

Diablo: That’s the Vine Whip! This one HAS to be over. 

Maverick: Not yet! We haven’t seen any tittays. 

Lowrider pounds out the three count and "Better Now" by Collective Soul hits the speakers again as Lowrider calls for the bell and holds Rose’s arm up in victory. 

Big Dick: And your winner…Rose Carter!

The cameras fade to the inside of Artie's Pub where Priest is sitting talking to some people. With a look of content on his face, it appears that Priest isn't in a good mood. As the cameras focus in a little more, Harley Abate is ready to try to get some words with Priest before his big match with Asher later on in the evening.

Harley Abate: Hi Priest.

Turning around, Priest eyes Harley and smiles slightly.

Priest: So what do I owe this honor Harley?

Blushing, Harley gains her composure before she continues.

Harley Abate: I was wondering if I can get some words with you before you get ready for your match later on in the evening.

Priest: Sure...why the hell not. What's on your mind?

Harley Abate: The last time you and Asher met, you gave him a little taste of what's in store for him. What are your thoughts as you head into this important match up?

Priest: Last week, Asher got a taste of what old school is all about. He thinks he can dwell in his own little delusional world and expect people to get behind him. Asher is just another face in the crowd. He's just at the right place at the wrong time. I know he thinks he can beat me here tonight, but with all due respect, I'm the toughest son of a bitch he will ever face in his career.

Harley Abate: That much I know. What are your thoughts as it relates to Asher's comments on respect?

Laughing hysterically, Priest puts his drink down before he answers.

Priest: Asher has no fucking clue as to what I'm about Harley. He thinks that I pride myself in demanding the respect of others. The bottom line is that I've been in this business for fifteen years. FIFTEEN YEARS! Do you know how long that is for a professional such as myself?

Harley Abate: A Lifetime?

Priest: That's exactly right Harley. I've been all around the world. I've seen....I've conquered...and here I stand as one of the all-time greats of the wrestling ring. Asher is getting the opportunity of a lifetime when he steps into the ring with me. He calls himself insane? Well I can be as insane as the next person...but the only difference between me and him is that I do it style.

Harley Abate: Any last words for Asher?

Priest: Last words? All I can say is that Asher is in for a rude awakening and when the smoke clears and all the dust settles, Asher will look at me and see my hands raised in victory.

Priest gets up and disappears into the crowd. Turning to the camera, Harley has a huge smile on her face.

Harley Abate: Will this be the downfall of Asher here tonight? I can only pray that Asher has life insurance because it looks like Priest is ready for a war. Back to ringside.

The van pulls back into its parking spot and it has had the shit beat out of it. The front looks like it was run into a telephone pole, smashing through the radiator, both sides are scratched to hell, the back of the van is caved in as if it got backed into a brick wall, all the windows are smashed out and two of the tires are flat.

Ridge: Man, Jaxson is going to be pissed.

Ridge and Jack walk off.

The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone’s attention. Just Plain Jack Jennings drops the small mallet on the table as the camera zooms in on him and Big Dick. He drops a dollars worth of quarters into the jukebox and then "Tipsy" by J-Kwon begins to play over the loud speakers. 

Big Dick: Alright Ft. Lauderdale, this guy is making his way to the ring tonight by way of Miami, Florida. He weighed in tonight at 280 pounds…it’s “The Good Guy”…TONY RUIZ!  

When the beat drops the lights in the parking lot start to flicker on and off giving a strobe effect..... Tony Ruiz then steps out from the Pizzeria, stops at the ringside area and takes a swig from a bottle inside a brown paper bag.....Tony tosses the bottle on the ground and points back towards the Pizzeria as several local strippers walk out and follow Tony to the ring.....Once they reach ring side, Tony grabs a chair and throws it in the ring and takes a seat as the strippers give Tony a lap dance. But they are just as quick to leave the ring once “Suicide Messiah” by Black Label Society explodes from the jukebox speakers and Snake Ridge steps out from inside of Artie’s Pub. 

Big Dick: And his opponent is being accompanied to the ring by Eva Riot…from Detroit, Michigan…SNAKE RIDGE! 

Diablo: Very little is known about Ridge's past before he started wrestling, and even less is known about his girl Eva’s past. All attempts to uncover their pasts have led to a dead end. 

Maverick: Ridge is a former FTW Ground Xero Champion. I think that he probably held the belt longer than anyone in the company’s history. 

Diablo: Ridge was the champ when David Law bought NLWE and everyone jumped ship to FTW…and he’s the guy responsible for not surrendering the title to Law, but bringing it right along with to FTW. JXD was the final champion and is still in possession of that title belt. Hey what’s that Ridge is holding? 

Maverick: It looks like it could be some of his ‘Venom”. Nobody but Ridge knows what's in it, but it hurts like a bitch when it's put to use. During his matches Ridge will often use this ‘Venom’, sometimes pouring it on an opponent’s open wounds or spitting it in his opponent’s eyes. 

Diablo: Ridge is as hardcore as they get. He’s competed in many different types of deathmatches, including the Barefoot Thumbtack match. Earlier this week, Ridge told me that participating in that match is something that he considers to be the dumbest thing he ever did. 

Ridge motions for Ruiz to step back and when he does, Ridge hops up onto the ring apron and climbs in between the middle and top rope. Lowrider calls for the bell and as he does, Ruiz moves in quickly going for a collar and elbow tie-up. 

Diablo: And we are underway…Ridge not wanting to tie up with the bigger man, high knee lift right there doubling “The Good Guy” Tony Ruiz over. Ruiz countering with a single legged takedown that sends Ridge down hard to the mat flat on his back. Ruiz wrenching that ankle out  really tightening down on that crucifix knee lock. 

Maverick: Ridge is having no part of that, kicking himself free of the hold with his free leg. Ruiz hits the ropes. 

Diablo: Ruiz hitting the ropes and Ridge flipping over to hit his chest.  

Maverick: Ruiz leaps over him and hits the ropes on the far side, Ridge up to his feet… 

Diablo: Oh…beautiful tornado punch there by Ruiz coming off the ropes, and Ridge is down. He really caught Ridge slipping there as he was making it up to his feet. 

Maverick: Just adding insult to injury there slapping Ridge repeatedly in the back of his head there while he’s down. 

Diablo: All that’s going to do is get the man fired up. Not like he isn’t already, you know Ridge is always ready to bring it.  

Maverick: Tony Ruiz bringing it to him tonight. That hold started out as a rear chinlock, now it’s a Sleeper Hold. 

Diablo: Lowrider not even concerned with a choke hold tonight ladies and gentlemen! 

Maverick: Snake Ridge looks like he might be able to bridge out of that hold. 

Diablo: He’d better not wait too long, you can see Ruiz has that Sleeper Hold locked in tight. Ridge is bridging out of the hold… 

Maverick: Oh what a jawbreaker there with a handful of hair. Ridge just even things out and maybe even took control of the match.  

Diablo: Ruiz just landed in the worst spot possible everyone! He just fell backwards onto the bottom turnbuckle with his legs spread eagle. Ridge hits the ropes… 

Maverick: Connecting with a baseball slide dropkick! You know that had to have hurt! 

Diablo: Ridge calls that “Backstage Politics”, apparently comparing those to a hard kick in the nuts! 

Maverick: Ruiz is just writhing in pain on the mat as Ridge heads up top… 

Diablo: No hesitation the as Ridge drops the Swanton Bomb square in the center of Ruiz’s chest! He’s got a leg hooked…1…2… 

Maverick: Ruiz with just enough gas left in the tank to kick out.  

Diablo: Ridge with a side headlock applied…jamming a thumb down in Ruiz’s carotid artery…that’s the “Snake Bite!” 

Maverick: It’s just an Asiatic Spike… 

Diablo: Ridge calls that “Snake Bite” and he has it in deep, Ridge going for it all right now. Lowrider lifting Ruiz’s arm up once… 

And just then "Terminator" by Sevendust explodes from the speakers.

Maverick: You've GOT to be shittin' me!

J.D. Jaxson comes running off of the top of the Pizzeria leaping down into the ring and nailing Ridge with a diving elbow drop.

Diablo: The War Eagle just soared down into the ring on Ridge!

Maverick: Can’t say as I blame him…

Jaxson pulls Ridge up and hits a roundhouse kick staggering him. He used the momentum to back Ridge up into the ropes and with an Irish whip sent him for the ride. As Ridge bounced back, Jaxson hit him with a stiff missile dropkick. He was up quick and climbing the turnbuckles, Jaxson turned and leaped, nailing Ridge with his diving headbutt. Jaxson put Ruiz’s arm across Ridge’s chest and slid out of the ring.

Diablo: That's the screaming eagle! Ring the bell Jack, this one’s over. 

Once again “Tipsy” hits the speakers and the bell sounds as Lowrider pulls Ruiz off of Ridge and thrusts his arm skyward. 

Big Dick: And your winner…The Good Guy…Tony Ruiz!!

As the show moves on, it now shows Seraphis carrying two tables over next to the tattoo shop and drops them down. He sets one up and then stacks one on top of the other. He stands back and looks at it as he smiles and pulls a beer out of his pocket and opens it, chugging it as Sancho and Sadie come from behind as the camera that is recording follows them. Seraphis goes to turn around and is surprised as he nearly spits out the beer in his mouth, but luckily gulps it down and then wipes his mouth clear. He looks to Sancho and Sadie with eyes open, practically asking them in a non verbal way 'What the hell do they want'

Sancho: Seraphis...if I may ask...why are you setting up these tables?

Seraphis lets out a snicker as he pulls out a pack of cigarettes with his open hand

Seraphis: Part of the test dear boy...it is all part of the test. And those tables will be the essay part for Masori. Whether he passes or fails...is all part of his will.

Seraphis drinks the rest of the beer and tosses the can off into the crowd, not caring if it pegs someone. He pulls out a cigarette and goes to light it as Sancho looks at Seraphis

Sancho: What will...well....'will' play in this match

Seraphis looks at Sancho and then up as he replays the tongue twister in his head. He then nods and looks to Sancho

Seraphis: Put it this way...it will determine whether or not he gets up or stays down, fights or gives up, wins...or loses. Tonight I will go through with what I said and put him through a world of hurt that will reflect nothing ever seen. I will make him bleed...I will make him sweat and I will make him tougher then he would have ever thought to be. For him it is about winning, for me it is just seeing that he isn't some flavor of the moment set to go up against someone who would clearly show no mercy. He has nothing to worry about past tonight...he is in the home stretch to take on JXD for the Primo Championship. But what he has before the night is over...is a roller coaster ride into the fires of Hades, and it will be a trip he will never forget.

Seraphis takes a drag of the cigarette and flicks the ashes off as Sancho continues to look

Sancho: Well...could we get a review of what this 'test' may consist of

Seraphis lets out a laugh as he looks at Sancho

Seraphis: Just wait for the match...he will pass with flying colors or fail miserably...that is all...

Chimaira's "Cleansation" hits the speakers and the crowd is quick to let their disgust and hatred known. JXD walks out from the doorway walking down to the ring with a determined look on his face, leaping up onto the apron and straight onto the top rope, spinning in mid air before backflipping into the ring.  

Big Dick: Ladies and Gentlemen from Derby England, JXD! 

Maverick: Hey where’s the Primo Title? 

Diablo: Oh there’s some chump claiming to be UWE for life making a joke out of it. Check this out everyone…

The big screen TV at Artie’s Pub shows a scene from last night’s XXX Rebellion. The scene cuts to another area backstage where we see none other than the Infamous One himself walking around looking for his locker room. Suddenly, Jay Stevenson runs up to him with a smile on his face, obviously glad to see another man of color in XXX.

Jay Stevenson: JEREMY DIAZ!!!

Jeremy turns around, nearly jumping out his skin. He then realizes who Jay is and calms down.

Jeremy Diaz: Mufucka, you almost made me pull out a nine and cap yo' mufuckin' ass. What'chu want?

Jay Stevenson: Well, I was sent here by John Raide to get your thoughts on the Uncensored Title match you have tonight against Mike Styles.

Jeremy Diaz shrugs.

Jay Stevenson: That's all? Nothing to say...?

Jeremy Diaz shrugs.

Jay Stevenson: Oh come on! You have the chance to become the first ever Uncensored Champion in XXX!

Jeremy's eyebrows furrow and he snarls at Jay.

Jeremy Diaz: "Have the chance"? "Chance" nigga? You think this is a fuckin' game? You think Jeremy Diaz one some Goddamn lottery or something to get this title shot? What? You don't think I earned it on my own by sweating blood and pubic hair for all these mufuckin' fans?!

The fans cheer as Diaz just smirks at Jay.

Jeremy Diaz: This place ain't shit. I brought the UWE Primo Title here for one reason, and one reason only. To prove that I AM THE BEST. I'm mufuckin' Infamous you James Brown wannabe mufucka!

Jay Stevenson: (Getting cautious) I'm s... sorry if I offended you Mr. Diaz...

Jeremy Diaz: Of course you are, stupid bitch. I should fuckin' pistol whip yo' whiney skank ass!

Jay Stevenson: No please!

Jeremy shakes his head.

Jeremy Diaz: That's exactly why I don't respect XXX. Because you bitches just walk around and act all hard, but the moment shit starts to go wrong, it takes an outsider to pick up the pieces and lead you all mufuckas back to the top. That's why I'm here Jay, to lead ya mufuckas back to the top. CMW was nothing before The Infamous One stepped between those ropes, and UWE was even worse before Jeremy Diaz gave that promotion the rub it needed for notoriety... now... I'm doing the same with XXX.

Jeremy smiles as he nods.

Jeremy Diaz: Now where's my locker room at?!

Jay aimlessly points down the hall as Diaz just nods and walks off camera frame. The scene fades to commercial.

Diablo: And then…later on that evening he even went so far as to defend that title!

And again, the flashback logo hit the screen:

The scene cuts to ringside where we see Matt Tyler and Daniel Madison shaking their heads and smiling.

Matt Tyler: Anyway, now that it's time, let's get Haley Woods to introduce you to the main event of the evening!

The scene cuts to the ring where Haley Woods is smiling with one hand holding the new XXX Uncensored Championship, and the other with a microphone to her mouth. In one corner is Mike Styles.

Haley Woods: The following match is the MAIN EVENT of the evening! For the UWE--I mean XXX Uncensored Championship!

Haley waits for the pops to die down.

Haley Woods: In this corner, the challenger, Mike Styles!

Crickets chirp.

Haley Woods: And now, making his way to the ring and weighing in at 226 pounds... "The Infamous One"... JEREMY... DIAZ!

The lights go out in the arena and spotlights hit the stage as "Still" by the Geto Boyz hits the speakers. Blue and white strobe lights flicker and white mist fills the entrance as Jeremy Diaz comes walking through the cloud of smoke to cheers from the crowd. He walks down the aisle arrogant and enters the ring via steel steps before posing on one of the turnbuckles to a blinding surge of camera flashes.

The bell rings as Haley exits the ring and the two paces around the ring, eyeing each other down before locking up in the center of the ring. Mike Styles tries to ward off Diaz, but Diaz applies pressure before whipping Styles against the ropes. Styles returns and looks for a clothesline, but Diaz ducks and turns. Styles works the other side and returns but Diaz catches him with a clothesline of his own! Styles drops to the mat and Diaz runs towards the ropes, he returns and drops a big knee across the throat of Mike Styles!

Matt Tyler: OH MY GOD!

Daniel Madison: He could be dead from that!

Diaz just nods and attempts the pin.

One… Two… Kick out!

Diaz shrugs and picks Styles up by the hair. He sets him up for a suplex, and suddenly drives Styles down head first for a Brainbuster DDT! He then takes a motionless Styles and rolls him over, looking for the pinfall.

One! … Two! …

Diaz grabs Styles by the hair and yanks him up to a seated position. The fans are laughing and egging Styles on as Diaz lifts him up to his feet one more time. He then places Styles in a reverse DDT fashion, before driving him to the mat with The Roll Out! Diaz rolls Styles onto his back and applies a cocky pin.

ONE! … TWO! … THREE!

Matt Tyler: And Diaz has rightfully won the title he more or less brought into XXX!

Daniel Madison: I told you once, I’ll tell ya again. That’s my n-

Matt Tyler: We’re not on pay per view anymore!

Daniel Madison: I don’t give a FUCK. The damn name of the fed is XXX… if you’re expecting family friendly wrestling, you’re more retarded than a crack baby.

Jeremy Diaz holds his UNCENSORED championship high, for once establishing some honor with the title.

Maverick: You’ve GOT to be shittin’ me! Diaz has shit on the Primo title! And he wants a job here?

Diablo: That’s the rumor…

Maverick: I wish he could get a job here. I’d slap him myself!

Diablo: Get in line. Although I doubt that Diaz has the grapefruits to show his face here in Uncensored ever again. Fucking chump ass poser.

JXD looks over the crowd as they boo him violently, taking no notice as he removes his shirt and throws it out the ring, then leans back into the corner. "Slicker Than Your Average" By Craig David. hit’s the P.A System as red strobes illuminates the parking lot as Rayne Young steps out from underneath the curtains to a booing reception. 

Big Dick: And his opponent, Rayne Young! 

He winks to the crowd as he casually saunters down the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope into the ring where Lowrider immediately called for the match bell. 

Maverick: Hey I thought we were going to have a special ref for this one. 

Diablo: That’s what the rumor was… 

JXD and Rayne lock up at the collar and elbow. 

Maverick: This is a heated rivalry that is months in the making.  

Diablo: You know these two are more than ready to get their hands on each other!

Just then, Prince Charming by Metallica hits the speakers. Deuce Holmes steps out of David Law's limo, hits the Devil's Night Michinoku Driver on JXD and then chokes out Rayne with the Holmes Deathlock. Holmes puts Rayne's arm across JXD's chest and rolls out of the ring as Lowrider makes the three count.

Maverick: WOW!

Diablo: Hey one promo each for a main event...I guess David Law felt ripped off and wanted them to feel ripped off too!

JXD is still in the ring seething about his match. The lights suddenly cut out.

Maverick: Somebody check the extension cords!

The jukebox starts up with “Welcome to the Jungle” by Guns ‘N Roses.

Diablo: Maverick…that music can mean only one thing.

Maverick: That we get to go home?

“The Edge” Jared Masori appears from Artie’s with a megaphone in his hand. As the music cuts, he address JXD.

Masori: Listen up, you little jackass! You interrupted my match with Seraphis and cost me my winning streak! I don’t take kindly to assholes, especially assholes that cost me matches. See, I don’t need to interrupt matches, or possibly cost people wins. I wait until the match is over, like a man, not a bitch!

Maverick: Whoa!

Masori: It’s like this: You and me, we’ve got a date for Bad Meets Evil, one week from tonight! I may have lost momentum going into our match, but it won’t make one bit of difference. See, I’ve been studying you ever since a contract was offered to me. You’ve been Primo Champion for a while, and it’s the goal that I set for myself when I decided to sign up with UWE. Hell, it’d be stupid to have any other goal. If you’re not in it to win it, go the fuck home!

The crowd pops at this statement as well. Masori, unused to cheers, continues warily.

Masori: Your other matches don’t mean shit to me. You can rattle off your lists of accomplishments, the names of the guys you beat, the titles you’ve won, how many STDs you have, how many times I fucked your mother…none of it matters! All that counts is one week from tonight, July 3rd, 2005, Bad Meets Evil! Where the Nightmare meets The Edge for the first time, for the last time………with you as champion.

Diablo: Strong words from our #1 contender.

Masori: So, Mr. Nightmare, you’d best sleep with one eye open for the next week. And do me a favor, won’t you? Take care of that belt until it’s rightfully mine. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to it.

Masori flashes his cocky smirk and prepares to retreat into Artie’s. JXD apparently has other ideas as he yells back at Masori.

JXD: Hey motherfucker! Don't be leaving in such a hurry, I'd hate for these people to think I love the sound of my own voice! I just have a problem with the fact that you cannot see into the future, whereas I, thanks to my fiance, don't have that problem! The outcome of who leaves with the gold, who leaves with the power, is unclear, what will be clear is the fact that you won't be leaving Bad Meets Evil walking! You want to talk shit shit to me, thats all fine. I prefer to let my actions do my talking for me! It's the first meeting in the ring between us, and it'll be the last one because I am sending you to hell! One way ticket and I just can't wait to watch the coroners take you down to the morgue! You may want to end it all now... razor to your neck, hang yourself or if your not too much of a pussy, get your ass in the ring and we don't delay until next week!

Diablo: I think those are fightin’ words.

Maverick: Apparently Masori agrees with you. Here he comes!

Jared Masori sprints down the entrance aisle from Artie’s to the ring. He slides in under the bottom rope and JXD immediately puts the boots to him. Masori gets to his feet and the two men begin trading punches. JXD gets the better of the exchange and whips Masori off the ropes. Masori ducks JXD’s clothesline, bounces again and comes at him with a flying shoulderblock. JXD is down, but quickly gets back up.

Masori is on the offensive, chopping JXD’s chest and backing him into a corner. Masori sends him across the ring, but JXD reverses the irish whip and Masori is sent crashing into the opposite turnbuckle.

JXD catches Masori and calls for the Ganso Bomb. He pulls Masori up, but Masori manages to reverse the powerbomb into a facebuster. JXD is momentarily stunned, but quickly gets his wits back about him. Alexandrea has slid into the ring behind Masori and takes him off his feet with a leg sweep. JXD takes this window to bail from the ring where Alexandrea meets up with him. They back up the entrance ramp as Masori gets back to his feet and looks pissed off that JXD backed out.

Intense as ever, JXD sneers at Masori and mouths “Next week…next week.” Masori agrees, and holds up seven fingers, mouths “Seven days” and taps an imaginary watch on his left wrist.


Just then, the match bell sounds three times calling for everyone’s attention. Masori laughs at the fans' response as Big Dick picks up the bullhorn.

Big Dick: This next match is for one fall. In the ring tonight from Funk, Nebraska and weighing in at 238 lbs…"The Edge" Jared Masori!

In the background, "Just Plain" Jack dropped more quarters in and started "So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin.

Diablo: If there was a roof they'd have just blown it off!

The few cameras pan around and catch Seraphis standing next to Pizzano's chugging a beer. The fans are just going wild near Seraphis as he downs a second then a third beer as his music begins to jam. He makes the short walk to the ring, pauses at ringside and slams one last beer before sliding into the ring. The second he does, Masori nails him hard in the back of the head with a boot as the match bell sounds. He nails him with a second, then a third, Seraphis battles back punching but not really hitting anything in the initial confrontation. As Seraphis makes it to his feet, Masori locks him up at the collar and elbow, trying to over power him and push him back to the ropes, but Seraphis lands a barrage of body shots. Finally Masori retaliates landing a shot to the jaw the sends Seraphis down flat to his back. But he is up quickly and returns the favor, knocking Masori just as flat with a single blow. Masori was quick to his feet and right back on top of Seraphis, locking up at the collar and elbow. Seraphis battles back and forth with Masori, exchanging rights and lefts as with each shot the fans grow louder and louder with the brawl. Seraphis manages to get the upper hand and punch Masori all the way to the ropes. Masori is able to get a quick knee to the gut follows by a quick throw in between the ropes which causes Seraphis to tumble to the ground. As Seraphis falls, he reaches under the ring and appears to have grabbed hold of something. Masori looks to the crowd with a sort of cocky smirk and then drops and rolls to the outside. He bends over to grab Seraphis, but is met with a kendo stick right to the head which sends Masori down to the pavement holding his head.

Diablo: Seraphis pulling out the trusty kendo stick

Maverick: He is seen too often with a stick like that...makes me wonder

Seraphis gets to his feet and ducks down pulling the apron up and grabbing items from under it. As he stands upright again, he takes a squirt bottle of kerosene and begins to drench the kendo stick as the fans roar in approval. He goes to light it but he is nailed quickly from behind by Masori as he falls forward to the ground. Masori continues to plant boots to the back of Seraphis as he reaches down and grabs the kendo stick. He waits for Seraphis to get up, and then swings wildly only to miss completely by a ducking Seraphis. Once Masori turns he is met with a thumb to the eye. As Masori brings a hand up to his eye, Seraphis yanks the kendo stick away and connects with another shot which sends Masori hanging onto the ringside. Seraphis lobs the kendo stick into the ring and then rolls Masori into the ring. As Seraphis rolls into the ring he is met by an elbow drop by Masori that leaves Seraphis on the mat recovering. Masori picks Seraphis up and tosses him to the ropes going for a clothesline, only to miss and be caught with a standing superkick to the jaw that sends Masori in an awkward manner and left tied up caught by the arms.

Maverick: What the hell was that shit.

Diablo: Doesn't look good for Masori.

Seraphis reaches down and grabs the kendo stick, then the lighter in his right hand that he managed to grasp onto the entire time. He pulls out a cigarette and places it in his mouth, lighting it and taking a drag, before placing it on the stick and watching it roar with flames. The fans erupt as Seraphis walks over to Masori who is starting to come to from the stiff kick. He sees the flames and tries to break free, but is quickly caught to the head with a thunderous shot. As Masori lets out a yell, Seraphis looks to the crowd and shouts 'Multiple Choice' as he runs and drives the kendo stick another time hard to the skull. The fans begin to roar as Masori finally becomes unhooked and falls to the mat, rolling out and plopping to the outside. Seraphis follows him out then hops up onto the bar deck and steals a pitcher of beer off of the cocktail waitress’ tray and pours most of it down the front of his shirt as he downs it to the crowd’s delight.

Maverick: You’ve GOT to be shittin’ me!

Seraphis leaps off of the bar deck going for a “from the ashes” but Masori has recovered and catches him in midair and nails a nasty northern lights suplex on the outside! Masori pulls him up and punches Seraphis through the crowds now towards Permanent Stain Tattoos. Seraphis tries fighting back but as he goes for a wild punch, it is caught and he is caught with a release German suplex on the hard pavement which keeps him down for a while. Masori looks around and sees a table as he sets it up. He begins to walk over to Seraphis and just before picking him up, he catches a ladder out of the corner of his eye. He looks and grabs the ladder and puts it up against the building as the fans begin to cheer for what it is for. He walks back over to Seraphis who has began to stir, and grabs him around the waist and catches him with another German suplex. Not wasting any time he picks the out of it Seraphis up and places him on the table, hammering him a bit before walking towards the ladder. Masori begins to go up the ladder to the top of the building. As he gets towards the top, Seraphis gets off the table and pushes the ladder out from under Masori. Masori grabs onto the edge of the building and dangles as Seraphis grabs the ladder and sets it up, climbing after Masori. He manages to get up to the top of the roof but as he does Masori managed to pull himself up at the same time. As Seraphis turns around he is caught with a super kick which sends him reeling back towards the edge. He stops and begins to wave his arms as the fans begin to chant 'fall'. Masori punches and punches as Seraphis begins to look more and more ready to fall. Masori digs down and comes with a wicked punch, but Seraphis manages to duck and catch onto Masori's waist. He picks him up and launches him back, over the edge and through the two tables that Seraphis set up prior to the match. The fans explode into a 'Holy Shit' chant as Masori lies in the debris of the tables. Seraphis slides back into the ring clutching the back of his head. Lowrider starts the ten count, with the crowd counting Masori out right along with him.

Big Dick: And your winner…Seraphis!

So Cold by Breaking Benjamin explodes from the speakers once again as Lowrider raises his arm in victory.