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

As “Best of You” starts up, Dr. Graham Brooks walks out into the arena, followed by two orderlies holding six foot poles. At the end of said poles is the gigantic Inmate 187, thoroughly wrapped in a straight jacket and being man-handled down to the ring.

Chloe DeVille: Ladies and gentlemen this next match is the UWE exclusive Now bend Over match! Introducing first...Inmate 187!

As he gets in the ring the orderlies disengage the poles, allowing the straight jacket to come loose as they bail. Inmate quickly pulls it off and throws it out of the ring, and as this is happening, the eerie beginning of "So Cold" by Breaking Benjamin begins to play as the fans erupt into cheers. As the song plays Seraphis walks from out back to a growing cheer. His somber face shows as he simply stares at the ring, his eyes blocked by shades by it shows his anger. He gets to ringside and rolls into the ring. He takes his glasses off and tosses them into the crowd as Inmate rushes him from behind landing a forearm smash. Casey stepped back out of their way and called for the match bell.

Diablo: Inmate starting off fast here. I guess he even knows what this match means...

Maverick: Only the winner stays here in Uncensored!

Seraphis spin heel kicks Inmate to the ground as Inmate pops right back up. As he turns to Seraphis, Seraphis catches a boot to the stomach followed by a DDT. As Inmate lays on the ground Seraphis drops down and rolls out of the ring, reaching under the ring and pulling out a table as he sets it up on the outside. Seraphis rolls back into the ring and goes to pick Inmate up, but is hit with a elbow to the stomach. Inmate bounces off of the ropes and goes for a wicked clothesline but is caught and T-Boned Suplexed to the mat.

Diablo: Seraphis is a just starting out as a sober alcoholic who isn't past the demons yet. So basically he is the angriest he can be and is looking to take out some of his frustration!

Seraphis doesn't waste any time and grabs Inmate and walks him over to the ropes, where he picks Inmate up and places him on the top rope, his back facing the direction where the table is. As Inmate wobbly sits up top. Seraphis goes onto the ring apron and rushes the corner, climbing up quick and latching onto Inmate, falling back and tossing him with what he has over his head and through the table with Embrace the Darkness. Just as Casey began to count..."Cold" by Static X exploded from the speakers!

Maverick: What's going on? Who is this?

Diablo: That's Heath Sommersby's music!

Sommersby stepped out from the back and walked that aisle slow and cocky.

Maverick: What the hell is he doing out here?

Diablo: I guess we're about to find out!!

Seraphis pulled himself up onto the ring apron with the ropes and rolled back into the ring just as Sommersby vaulted over the top rope and into the ring where he hit Seraphis with a legdrop to the back of the head!

Diablo: Sommersby just hit "The Red Light District!"

Maverick: Heath is always vicious! Just look at him stomping away at the back of Seraphis' head!

Heath pulls Seraphis up and locks in the front facelock as "Quick" Casey continues to count Inmate 187 out. Lifting Seraphis up as if to vertical suplex him, then at the last second nailed him with a piledriver.

Diablo: THAT'S AMSTERDAM DREAMS! SERAPHIS IS OUT COLD!!

Maverick: WHAT THE FUCK...WHO THE FUCK IS HE DOING THIS FOR?

Just as Casey hit 8 in his ten count, Sommersby locked Seraphis in with the Dragon Sleeper variation of his STF.

Diablo: That's one of the seven wonders of Sommersby!

Maverick: Still looks like the Holmes Deathlock to me!

Seraphis taps out violently, but Sommersby only rocks back harder. Seemingly trying to break the man's back right there in the squared circle! "Quick" Casey reached ten, signaled for the bell, then tried to pull Sommersby off of Seraphis. Sommersby released, but only long enough to push "Quick" Casey down and kick him out of the ring under the bottom ropes. Once again, he locked Seraphis down with the STF.

Diablo: Somebody get out here and stop him before he rips Seraphis' head off!

Maverick: Where are The Simones? Where is DeMoss? Hell...where's Whitey Trask?

And then the rumors came true...a deep and familiar voice to the long time fans boomed from the p.a. system.

Zanatos Kell: PROCLAIM THY WARRIOR'S SOUL!!

"My best day" by Highland Drive hits the speakers and the crowd goes wild!

Diablo: I don't believe it!

Maverick: You heard the rumors all week long that Simon hired a Road Agent that we would ALL recognize.

Diablo: And how could you forget seven feet, and three hundred and fifty pounds of sheer badness?

Maverick: I know Sommersby hasn't!

Diablo: He choked Kell out last year at FTW's Battle Cry in New York City with the seven wonders of Sommersby STF!

Maverick: And I know Kell will never forget that!!

As the new Uncensored Road Agent Zanatos Kell pulled himself up onto the ring apron and stepped over the top rope, Sommersby released the hold, slid out of the ring and disappeared through the crowd. After he made sure that he was gone, Kell checked on Seraphis, and when he was able to stand, he thrust the man's arm skyward in victory as Chloe DeVille made it official.

Chloe: And your winner of the Now Bend Over Match...SERAPHIS!!

Maverick: And now fans, we're going backstage where The Hellcat...Kirsta Lewis has a few more things she would like to say before the Total Funeral Match.

Diablo: That isn't listed on my format sheet.

Maverick: It's right here on mine...

The camera changes to the locker room backstage. Standing there, holding a microphone is the Kirsta impersonator Ridge used in his last promo.

"Kirsta": Ridge is a has been.

From off screen, someone blows a fireball at the impersonator, hitting her right on the face. The girl goes down holding her face, screaming in pain. Ridge walks on screen holding a lighter.

Ridge: It's almost time Kirsta. Time to answer some questions. To find out if I'm really a has been. To find out if you're really a never was. And to find out if you only got a job in this company because you and Mystic put on a lesbian sex show for the higher ups. Of course, in a few minutes, that's going to be the least of your worries. Because, I'm going to go out there, carve you up, throw you in a coffin, put it underground, pour gas on it, light that bitch up and piss on the ashes!

As Ridge turns and leaves the scene and heads out to the gorilla position for his match, Seraphis is shown wobbling in the back, sore after the attack by Heath Sommersby during his match with Inmate. As Seraphis occasionally uses the wall for balance, Harley Abate is once again on the scene as Seraphis stops and looks at her as he coughs a little bit. She begins to speak as Seraphis tries to stand up right

Harley: Seraphis...during your match tonight you were attacked by Heath Sommersby but still came out victorious over Inmate. So how do-

Seraphis jumps right in and cuts her off as he begins to speak

Seraphis: To hell with Inmate! I said I was going to start and it began. But what took my ass off guard was that walking pile of SPAM attacking me for whatever he felt the need to. Whatever the reason it is it damn sure better be a good one. Maybe he is jealous of my charm and good looks. Maybe he hates the fact that he can't do half the shit I do when I was toasted. Or maybe he is just a walking pile of dumbshit. Whatever the reason is...I don't care. Next week Heath...

Seraphis looks into the camera

Seraphis: Next week I want you in that ring. Hell...I don't care if it ends up being a street fight miles away from the scheduled arena. If you want me that bad...then you got me when I am paying attention. And you will be just another victim of people who will succumb to the tormented soul...

Seraphis goes to walk away and looks down. He bends and grabs something as he begins to walk off. As the camera turns away a laugh can be heard as Seraphis turns back to the camera

Seraphis: Actually...I figure I will buy some gifts for people. Harley you want anything, perhaps a diamond necklace? Two?

Harley: Well I...

Seraphis: Sure you do...and it will all be compliments of...

Seraphis opens the wallet up and pulls out a credit card.

Seraphis: Heath Sommersby...well...I guess that attack did work its karma. Thanks for the night on the town Heath..

Seraphis puts the card back in the wallet and puts it in his back pocket.

Seraphis: I will pick you something up as well...

Seraphis smiles as he turns and walks away, still walking sluggishly as the scene fades.

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

Chloe DeVille: This next match is a Total Funeral Match to decide the number one contender to the Primo Title!!

Getting Away with Murder hits the sound system and most of the fans start a chorus of boos, but some fans actually start to cheer, as Snake Ridge and Eva walk out of the entrance.

Chloe: Introducing first...from Detroit, Michigan. Hardcore Wrestling's Messiah...SNAKE RIDGE!

Ridge stands at the top of the entrance ramp. He takes the XXX Deathmatch title off from around his waist and holds it up for all to see. They walk into the ring and Ridge grabs the mic.

Ridge: Man, I gotta tell you guys. I love my entrance music.

This gets a bit of a cheer from the fans.

Ridge: I mean, not only is it a kick ass song, but it really fits me. Unfortunately, not everyone's entrance music in this company is fitting to them. Like take Kirsta's music for example. While My Last Breath by Evanescence is a fitting song for Kirsta to use tonight, it doesn't really have anything else to do with her. So tonight, just to prove that I can be a nice guy from time to time, I decided to get Kirsta some entrance music that's a little more in key with her.

The Arena lights go down and a loud roar of a jungle cat is heard. However, instead of "My Last Breath" by Evanescence playing over the arena's sound system, "Ugly Girl" by Jack Off Jill starts to play. A crack of a whip is heard as the lights come back up as Kirsta appears, with a look on her face showing that she is not amused by Ridge's antics.

Chloe: And his opponent...now fighting out of Ft. Lauderdale, Florida!!

The Miami crowd pops for the local mention.

Chloe: The Hellcat...KIRSTA LEWIS!!!

She makes her way down to the ring wearing the whip coiled on the waist of her pants. As always, Blade Storm is to her right, Mystic on her left.

Diablo: Do you smell that? That's the big time. That's money right there in that ring I smell.

Maverick: All I smell is hatred...animosity...and half a ton of Ridge's bullshit that has The Mistress of Destruction pissed off!

Kirsta hangs the bull's whip on the corner post as she climbs into the ring. As soon as her feet hit the mat, Casey calls for the bell and she begins circling Ridge in the ring. he just grins, and offers her a test of strength. At six foot five Ridge holds his hand up higher than she could ever think of reaching and still playing it all off, circling the ring with her.

Diablo: He might want to take her seriously...but of all people, Ridge should know that by now.

Maverick: I stopped taking her seriously when she introduced me to her girlfriend!

Diablo: Well you can take this very seriously, there is a six foot deep pit right in front of us here at ringside and a casket next to it...and a propane blowtorch and a five gallon can of gasoline!!

And then Maverick got the crowd into it who was getting antsy for Ridge and Kirsta to go at it.

Maverick: The roof...the roof...the roof is on fire! WE DON'T NEED NO WATER LET THAT MOTHERFUCKER BURN!!

Ridge took his attention off of Kirsta for one second to incite to crowd to chant with Maverick and she nailed him with a spear and ran him all the way back into the turnbuckles driving his back in with her shoulder. She backed off a step and drove her shoulder into his gut again, and then did it a third time before sending Ridge for the ride with an Irish whip.

Diablo: Going into this match with Ridge, Kirsta is very confident and determined to teach him a lesson that she is not one to mess with. She will do anything it takes to show Ridge that her losses to Trinity last month take nothing away from her power in the ring.

Ridge reverses the Irish whip and sends Kirsta hard into the turnbuckles. She leaps up onto the second turnbuckle and turns leaping with cross body plancha where Ridge connects with a monster Yakuza kick!!

Maverick: Jesus Christ! Ridge just took her pretty little head off!!

Ridge motions to Eva on the outside who reaches into her black bag and pulls out a thick, leather, work glove that has several thumbtacks glued to it. She tosses it to Ridge and he puts it on his hand. Kirsta is still down and Ridge nails her with a palm strike from his gloved hand, hitting her right in the forehead. Blood comes gushing out of the newly opened cuts on Kirsta's forehead. She makes it to her feet trying to get away from him, Kirsta stumbles around dazed for a few seconds before Ridge grabs her left shoulder with his gloved hand and starts to squeeze. Kirsta starts to scream in pain. She tries to fight her way out of the hold, and finally does by hitting Ridge with a low blow. Kirsta gets to her feet and runs at Ridge, but Ridge catches her in the Iron Claw.

Diablo: Ridge is doing his damndest to turn this into a Deathmatch!

Maverick: The bloodier it gets, the bigger his advantage is!

Kirsta nails Ridge again with a low blow and he releases the Iron Claw. Immediately she hits him with a dropkick. Ridge didn't go down only stumbled backwards into the ropes, struggling to hold himself up. Kirsta backed away to the far side and came back running where she nailed him with the scissors kick!

Maverick: Ridge is still on his feet!

Staggered but not down, Kirsta was able to leap Ridge's back easily and nearly powerbomb him to the mat with her Sunset Flip! She rolled him over onto his belly and locked in an ankle lock.

Diablo: Nice series there by Kirsta. She knows how to chain wrestle.

Ridge slams the mat in pain and the thumbtacks catch. Kirsta pulls back hard and pulls him right out of his glove! He rolls over onto his back and with his free leg kicks out of the hold. As Kirsta bounces back into the ropes, Ridge makes it to his feet and uses her momentum and her hair to send her over the top rope. He slides out after her and pulls her up only to send her back down with a stiff right hand.

Maverick: They are dangerously close to that pit at ringside!!!

Ridge and Kirsta are standing above the burial site and they are just trading right hands. Ridge swings and connects, Kirsta swings, but Ridge ducks and locks her in the cobra clutch!

Maverick: The 1000 Corpse Clutch!!!

Ridge twists his leg around hers and he hits The Fang, driving the both of them into the pit!!

Diablo: Just like I said...just like I said...Ridge is doing his damndest to turn this into a Deathmatch!!

As the PhoenixTron 5000 replays the bump, the crowd's chant of "HOLY SHIT" got louder and louder.

Maverick: It looks like...it looks like...yes it is! Ridge is going to make it out of the pit first.

As he climbs out, he takes a second to catch his breath, then pushes the casket down into the pit onto Kirsta but she slides out of the way in the nick of time rolling out of the pit. Once again, Eva reaches into the black bag and pulls something out and tosses it to Ridge. In his hands, Ridge has a hard plastic dildo that is wrapped in barbwire. Ridge presses it against Kirsta's forehead and starts raking it across her flesh. Kirsta is busted wide open. Ridge grabs her by her hair and tries to force the dildo into her mouth. Kirsta kicks Ridge in the groin, takes the dildo, sticks it in Ridge's mouth and the top of her head pressed up under his chin, and two handfuls of hair she hits him with a jawbreaker! Ridge rolls around the ground and he is spitting up blood!!

Diablo: Holy shit! Ridge on the wrong end of Kirsta's deepthroat right there!!

Finally, unable to take it anymore, Mystic charges Eva Riot, spearing her into the barrier at ringside as Blade Storm pushed Ridge into the pit where he fell into the open casket while Kirsta climbed up onto the top turnbuckle!! She leaped! Down into the pit on top of Ridge flattening him with a frog splash. Holding her own gut, she pulled herself out of the pit, going straight for the can of gasoline.

Maverick: She's going to do it! She's going to put Ridge out of her misery!

Diablo: She's the number one contender to the Primo Title if she does!!!

Kirsta turned it upside-down, wasting no time as she doused Ridge. As Kirsta grabbed the propane blowtorch, Miami's Fire Department hit the staging running. She lit it, and cranked the flame out and pointed.

The match bell sounded.

Chloe: And your winner...AND THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THE UNCENSORED PRIMO TITLE...THE HELLCAT...KIRSTA LEWIS!!!

Ridge pulled himself out of the pit, and legs of his pants were engulfed in flames. He rolled around trying to smother the flames as MFD hit him with their water hoses and fire extinguishers. Mystic still hammered on Eva, finally hitting her with a powerbomb.

Diablo: I don't think she is done with him! Kirsta has really had her fill of Ridge!

Finally, as Ridge made it to his feet, and the fires was put out on him, Kirsta nailed him with the Hell Bitch Kick, knocking him right back own into the pit where he caught fire again. Not giving a damn for her own safety, she leaped down into the burning pit on top of him! As Dontay DeMoss and security storm the arena to restore order, everyone's attention is diverted by the PhoenixTron 5000.

Joey "The Joker" Santini and Tony "The Beast" Demarco walk out from behind a corner Joey is flipping the wallet with the ID that says Heath Sommersby in his hand. You can see a puddle of blood following behind them as the turn the corner. Joey takes a cell phone out of his pocket, opens it and dials a number...

The Joker: Hey...Yeah its Joker....Salem had business to attend to...Anyways I got your property, no need to cancel the credit cards just yet.....Yeah I'll give it to Salem when he gets back....yeah yeah...don't call you at this number no more. Ok bye bye...Kiss kiss...

Joey closes his cell phone and walks down the hall flipping the wallet in his hands and Beast looks over his shoulder at the puddle of blood on the floor then turns back and looks forward and starts to walk behind Joey.

As that backstage scene fades from your vision a white sandy beach was seen for miles as the camera panned to the right to show a beautifully patio known to anyone who had ever caught one of the famous Ground Xero Champion’s Promos Trinity Holmes’ house. Sitting on the lounge chairs in bikinis are the ever beautiful UWE Backstage Interviewer Harley Abate and Ground Zero Champion Trinity Holmes basking in the Caribbean sun.

Harley: Trinity, I want to thank you for inviting me for this interview on your beautiful Island.

Trinity just smiled at Harley and took a sip out of some tropical drink in front of her, her white bikini showing off her toned and sculptured body beautifully.

Trinity: You are more than welcome Harley, I love to sit out back by the pool and enjoy a day of fun in the sun.

The camera panned back to Harley and it was like a sports illustrated swimsuit addition with beautiful girls from the UWE, Harley too was in a bikini, her body also fit and trim.

Harley: So what is it that you wanted to talk about today?

Trinity: Well you do know the UWE is having the Diva of the Year awards.

Harley: Yes, I do know this.

Trinity: Well I just wanted to point out that if the guys of this place want the best looking Diva here to win, So this is to any on who may not have voted yet. I want you to think about something, Amy Stevenson doesn’t have one vote yet, do you know why? Would you like me to tell you. She has scars, openly, admittedly scars all over her scrawny ugly little body, she’s weak, can’t do any thing for herself, the only one less then her isn’t much better, the one person close to me hasn’t done much better at keeping her body clean from scars, you guys here you know, you KNOW what looks hot to you, and you know what you want to see and if those of you who have not voted yet would like to see your Ground Xero Champion in A Playboy Bunny outfit at Devil’s Knight, vote for me!

Asher Dubois is seen entering through an arena door with a cigarette in his mouth and the primo title in his hand which is at his side...At the sight of him the arena is filled with cheers. He has a new very dark brown leather duster coat on instead of black leather...He walks down the hall...and he sees Seraphis laying on the ground in a puddle of his own blood...

Asher: Fucking Drunk...

Asher grabs Seraphis and throws him over his shoulder and walks to the EMT's office and puts Seraphis down on a stretcher and then he looks at one of the EMT's...

EMT: What happened to him...

Asher: Fucked if I know...I just got here...drunk probably  fell and hit his head on something...

Asher then leaves the EMT's office and walks down the hall out of sight. In the hallway as he walks away, "The So Cal Junkie" Corey Ramirez is shown walking along and holding his hands out running his fingertips down the walls whistling a melody then stops and slams his back against the wall with a bit of aggravation and boredom.

Corey: Well, seeming how I have nothing better to do tonight, and I'm tired of watching all the other matches...I’ll just get high.

Corey sits down and pulls out a spoon and a lighter and lets it rest on his lap.

Corey: Would you look at that…my Survival kit.

He takes off his hat and pulls out a half gram of Methamphetamine from the inside flap.

Corey: Damn, running low.

Corey smiles.

Corey: Could really go for some Crystal Supergrass, but my favorite euphoric stimulant Tweak’ll do it for me.

Corey pulls out a syringe and puts it on his lap as well. He undoes his belt buckle and pulls it from his shorts and lays it next to him. He picks up the baggy and pours some meth onto the spoon. He twists back up the baggy and places it back in the flap of his hat and places it back on his head. Corey lifts up the spoon and lighter, and melts the meth down to liquid form, than puts the lighter down and takes the syringe and carefully pulls it from the spoon into his syringe. Corey quickly wraps the belt around his arm and tightens it, than bunches his fist up and releases his grip a few times until his veins pop out. A man comes around the corner just as Corey inserts the needle into his vein. Corey shoots the meth into his blood stream letting out somewhat of a growling sigh, than pulls the needle out. He puts up his paraphernalia, and puts his belt back on. Than realizes someone is there. He looks up at the man slowly standing near him and squints his eyes in confusion.

Corey: Who the fuck is you?

The man Corey stares up at shakes his head in disgust, his black wet, slightly curled hair barely moving. His blue eyes glaring in the junkies direction, this obvious pretty boy completely overtaken by the disgust he feels.

Jon: I’m Jonathan Adams… you must be the janitor. Careful you don’t get fired for being high on the job, you worthless failure.

Corey chuckles to himself and gets up to his feet, his pupils are nearly full black as if you were looking down the barrel of a double barrel shotgun. Than speaks very sarcastic with a smile.

Corey: Failure? What the fuck are you doing around here? Not make it in gay porn, beautiful? I would tell you Welcome to Uncensored, Now Bend Over…but by the looks of it you’ve probably been doing that enough as it is.

Jon smirks, seeing the challenge arising before him in this being standing before him. Jon shifts his weight as he crosses his arms over his chest, looking straight into the dilated pupils of the man he believes to be pathetic. Suddenly Jon starts to laugh, very loudly, ensuring that there is no doubt that he is not amused.

Jon: Your Mom and Dad must be real proud of their junkie son, who knows more about gay porn than Elton John. I can see through those dilated pupils of yours that you’re just suffering from penis envy though.

Corey’s smile fades away slowly, as he realizes it went from fun and games to serious rather quickly. He clenches and unclenches his jaws as anger fills his eyes.

Corey: Boy, you sure know how to make enemies real fucking quick, and you’re picking the wrong one, don’t you ever fucking speak of my mother or my father! I don’t think I introduced myself properly...the names Corey Ramirez…one man you don’t want to fuck with, I’m a much better friend than an enemy

Corey holds out his hand for a hand shake, Jon smirks as Corey appears to be submitting to a handshake. Jon and Corey’s hands clamp and they shake. They release their grip, and Corey steps up close to Jon and places his hand on his shoulder.

Corey: But you had to fuck up our chances for friendship…

Corey spits right in Jonathan’s face. Jon wipes the spit from his face, his face twisting in disgust for Corey.

Jon: Friend or foe, you don't mess with my face. Anymore attempts will result in something very bad.

Corey backs up faking like he’s frightened.

Corey: Oh me oh my!

Corey grabs Jon by the face and pushes him back against a wall.

Corey: Listen fairy…

Jon grabs Corey’s arm and pulls it away from his face, Corey tries to pull his arm back but can’t break Jon’s grip. Jon laughs as Corey tries to jerk his arm free from his grasp. Jon pulls Corey forward and hits him hard in the face. Corey falls to his knee and is rubbing his jaw.

Jon: I warned you, you fucking pathetic junkie disappointment, now run home to Momma.

Corey stops motionless for a moment at his remark. His hand trembles a bit. Corey leaps up in a rage and takes Jon by the hair and smacks his face off the concrete wall, as he does without realizing his syringe fell from his pocket onto the floor by Jonathan.

Corey: You know it’s going to be a real disappointment when I do my own plastic surgery to your face with that wall.

Corey smacks his face off the wall again, this time dropping Jon down to his knees.

Corey: C’mon pretty boy, that all you got you pansy ass bitch…what!

Jon wipes a bit of blood from his nose. He glances over and notices the syringe. A woman down the hall shrieks.

Harley Abate: Security, Security!

She runs off looking for guards.

Corey: You just going to stay down there, must be most comfortable on your knees.

Jon takes the syringe in his hand. The woman comes back around screaming and pointing with three security guards. They start running over to them. Corey grabs Jon by the hair once again and lifts him up, as he does he doesn’t notice what Jon has in his hand.

Dontay DeMoss: Hold up motherfucker!

Corey glances up at at the guard and in that moment, Jon jabs the syringe deep into the top of Corey’s shoulder. Corey grunts and growls in pain and drops back against the wall. Two guards grab Corey, he is screaming in a fit of rage now and trying to fight off the guards with the needle stuck deep all the way in his shoulder when DeMoss puts his head through a sheetrock wall. Another  guard grabs Jon's arm and he willingly backs off smiling at Corey.

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

Chloe: Everyone! Please turn your attention to the PhoenixTron 5000 for tonight's Main Event!!

Diablo: That's right, this is Highway to Hell, Trinity and Salem are fighting on a moving flatbed trailer that's attached to an 18 wheeler. We're going to do our best to keep up with not only the action but Big Dick Dempsey's driving as well!

Maverick: I can't believe that The Joker and The Beast are still here at the Pharmed Arena and backstage!

Diablo: It doesn't look like they've put together much of a strategy here tonight...

The first thing to come into focus was the neon sign which read: MONS VENUS. As it panned back, the truck came into view. It was a blood red Peterbilt with a shit ton of chrome pipes and the UWE logo in black across the hood surrounded by fire. The whole thing shook as Big Dick revved the engine. The back of it was a flat bed, like you'd haul lumber in. There were ladders welded into place in all four corners with steel cables stretched around them to form ring ropes.

Diablo: There has been a long running feud between Trinity and Salem since back in FTW and a power struggle to who was Simon’s number one person was. Trinity now is after Salem because she believes he is responsible for the death of Spyder Gainey.

Maverick: Everyone knows that was an accident! It was a hit and run.

As Salem look around frantically and makes calls on his cell phone, Trinity stands calmly inside of the makeshift ring on the flatbed of the truck speaking with her sister and manager Samara when the front door of Mons Venus opened and the opening guitar riff of "Highway to Hell" by AC/DC boomed from inside of the strip club. Nothing else happened.

Diablo: Hmm. Well...this is entertainment.

Finally the song stopped abruptly and "We all die one day" by Obie Trice hit the speakers and a smiling Whitey Trask stepped out of Mons Venus wearing a referee's shirt!

Maverick: You've gotta be shittin me!!

Diablo: Hey it's only fair! *Laughing* Salem reffed for Whitey at Battle Cry didn't he?

Whitey grabbed Salem by the scruff of the neck and the seat of the pants and tosses him onto the bed of the truck under the bottom ring ropes. As he did, back at Pharmed Arena and sitting right in between Maverick and Chloe at the broadcast table, Paddy Houlihan rang the match bell. Diablo hung up his cell phone and Big Dick shifted into gear and pulled up to Hiawassee Ave in Ft. Lauderdale with his left blinker on ready to head south to Miami.

Then it got loud. Very very loud.

Maverick: What is this?

Diablo: What's going on?

The helicopter that D. Simon Reynolds hired to film the fight caught what it was first. Dozens and dozens of Harley Davidson motorcycles roared down Hiawassee stopping in front of the club and blocking traffic for the truck. The cameras on the ground following the truck in a mini-van caught the lead rider. He wore a black leather Hell's Angels vest like the rest of them. He had long, thick black dreadlocks and a young blonde held on tightly to his waist. 

Maverick: That's Holmes! Trinity brought Daddy to keep it fair! But who's on the back of his bike? Tempest or Tranquility?

Diablo: Well I'm hoping that isn't Tranquility on the 880 Sportster next to him...!! She's blind!

With traffic blocked, and a Hell's Angels escort to Miami, Big Dick pulled out into southbound traffic. As the truck lurched into second gear, Trinity hit Salem with a drop toe hold clotheslining him with the bottom rope as he went down!

Maverick: And we're off!

She rolled him over and nailed a split legged, double leg drop. Salem rolled away from her quickly holding his crotch and as he made it up to one knee, she hit him with a springboard headscissors takedown! He hit the mat and rolled where she hit him with a baseball slide dropkick and holding onto the ropes for leverage tried to push him over the edge as the truck ran about forty miles an hour up Hiawassee.

Diablo: She's trying to make short work of Caprione but he's holding on tight!

Suddenly the truck stops. They are at a red light...the corners of 12th and Hiawassee.

Maverick: That's where it happened...

Trinity grabs Salem by his face and forces him to look at the street corner signs and screaming at him as she did.

Diablo: She's reminding him! She won't ever forget Spyder Gainey and how he died at that intersection not even one month ago!!

She released his face and scissored his gut with her legs flipping over the top rope locking him into the tarantula.

Diablo: Engulfed!! And she's got it locked in tight!!

Maverick: Salem's tapping out and she won't let go!

Whitey tries to break up the hold and award Trinity the first small victory in this war. Finally the light turns green and as the truck takes off again, an explosion rocks it!!!

Diablo: NO!

Maverick: WHAT THE HELL?

The truck and the trailer separate instantly. The truck that Big Dick drove tumbled end over end and the trailer stood almost straight up in the air before plummeting back to earth hard enough to break the axles!!

And then all was silent, until sirens were heard in the distance. The camera roamed the scene looking for any signs of movement, finally Big Dick emerged through the windshield of the cab of the truck and was crawling away just as it exploded again.

The sirens got louder.

The cameras focused on Salem and Trinity who were both bloody with road rash. trinity was the first to move, twitching violently. A few yards away from her lay her sister Samara, curled into a fetal position clutching her stomach.

Her crotch was a bloody mess.

Diablo: GOD DAMMIT CAN YOU DRIVE ANY SLOWER? SOMEBODY GET THOSE PEOPLE AN AMBULANCE!!!

The camera in the helicopter surveyed the damage from the sky. A blue 1965 Cuda was then seen speeding down Hiawassee towards the accident.

On the ground, Holmes directed his daughter Tranquility towards Samara and took of speeding towards the Cuda.

Maverick: What the fuck? This is a helluva time for him to decide to play chicken!!

Diablo: I'm baffled! I don't get it!!! What is Holmes doing?

The Harley and the Cuda raced towards each other up Hiawassee, at the last second, the Cuda veered off the road plowing into the gas pumps at a 7-11 and blowing them up!!! Holmes almost laid his bike down turning around, he righted the bike and was off again racing towards the Cuda.

It was Heath Sommersby who climbed out of the burning Cuda...

Holmes hit him with a clothesline as he did, diving off of his bike dangerously close to the flames and the underground reservoir of gasoline under the store which was about to go! As Sommersby tried to get away from the fire, Holmes continued the chase.

Diablo: I wish I knew what the fuck was going on here!

Maverick: Who cares? It rocks!!!

Sommersby crossed the street running with Holmes close behind him. Finally he made it to the ambulance which had found Samara. Trinity was close by and as he arrived he seemed to look back and forth from Trinity to Samara not knowing what to do. Finally the silence was broken.

Harley Abate: THIS IS HARLEY ABATE LIVE ON THE SCENE REPORTING FOR UNCENSORED! SAMARA HOLMES HAS JUST HAD A MISCARRIAGE...I REPEAT, SAMARA HOLMES HAS JUST HAD A MISCARRIAGE! MORE DETAILS WHEN I GET THEM...BACK TO MAVERICK AND DIABLO AT RINGSIDE!

Maverick: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTIN' ME!

Diablo: I DIDN'T EVEN KNOW SHE WAS PREGNANT!

Maverick: I DON'T THINK ANYONE DID!!

The camera shifted from Harley to Holmes who know held Sommersby over his head in a gorilla press slam. Holmes dropped him down over his right shoulder head down and nailed the emerald fusion on the hard concrete!!

Diablo: IT'S DEVIL'S NIGHT!!!

Maverick: COURTESY OF...THE DEVIL'S KNIGHT!!!

Trinity looked shocked and confused, but before she could question her Father, a yellow taxi cab pulled up, The Beast and The Joker hopped out, grabbed Salem, pulled him into the cab and took off!!

Diablo: I don't believe what I just saw!!

Maverick: Someone might outsmart Trinity just yet!

Diablo: I don't think so...it's most pinfalls or submissions! She's one up over him right now, he needs to stay and fight if he wants to win!

Maverick: Do you think he even cares?

Holmes takes off running with Trinity bleeding, but close behind him. They run across the street where the gas pumps at the 7-11 are still burning strong. As Ft. Lauderdale's fire Department tries to fight the flames, Holmes teals the truck and takes off following the cab!

Diablo: FOLLOW THAT CAR!!!

Maverick: I'll bet you've always wanted to say that!

As both vehicles slowed to take a right on Oakland Park Boulevard, Whitey hopped onto the back of the fire truck and held on as they started to cross the Intercoastal waterway.

Diablo: Holmes is gaining on him!!

The fire truck nudged the back bumper of the taxi, backed off, then nudged to again harder this time trying to get it to veer out of control. With no warning, as soon as the bridge over the Intercoastal waterway ended, the taxi turned right on Old Dixie highway heading south bound for Miami. Holmes missed the turn in the big truck and was forced to take the next block.

The helicopter followed the action as both vehicles raced for Miami. The taxi got caught behind several slow moving cars and was stuck at a red light as Holmes was seen turning onto Alligator Alley and heading for Old Dixie Highway.

The light turned green and the taxi took off again, this time weaving in and out of traffic getting around the slower moving vehicles ahead of it. But they were caught in the cycle, as they sped up Old Dixie, the light at Alligator Alley turned red...

The taxi sped forward, when in front of the stolen fire truck, the light turned green. All Holmes could see in front of him was the taxi and the red brick building that used to house Spyder Gainey's Permanent Stain Tattoo Parlour.

Holmes plowed into the taxi at almost fifty miles per hour pushing it through the plate glass window and into the lobby of the old tattoo shop!!

Diablo: They need to get moving, we have had all of our breaks and there is less than two minutes left in this broadcast!!

Finally, Trinity is seen on the top of the fire truck. She begins to extend the ladder up the side of the building. When it is finished, she begins to climb. Holmes tossed The Beast out of the shop and into the street. He turned just as The Joker pulled a .45 on him!! Holmes kicked him in his gut, Joker bent over and shot himself in the foot just as Holmes was nailed from behind by The Beast!

Salem stumbled out onto the sidewalk as the gas tank of the taxi cab exploded inside of the Tattoo Shop. He was knocked down, but The Beast pulled him up, then held Holmes' arms back offering a free shot to Caprione. Salem pulled back, but just as he did, Trinity leaped from almost twenty five feet over his head off of the extended ladder and hit him with her patented flipping Vertebreaker!!!

Diablo: HEADHUNTER!!!

Whitey fell down into position to make the count on the sidewalk.

Maverick: ...1...2...3!!!

The match bell sounded and Chloe took the mic.

Chloe DeVille: And your winner...the Uncensored Ground Xero Champion...TRINITY HOLMES!!!

Maverick: What a main event!! I can't believe that no one died!!

Diablo: Well actually...I would like to be the first to send my condolences to the Holmes family. Samara my prayers are with you tonight. Get well soon.

Maverick: Can I say it this week?

Diablo: Would you rather do that than say a lil something to Samara?

Maverick: And that does it for another edition of Dominance. Join us live next week at Jenkins Arena in Lakeland!

Diablo: Same Uncensored time...same Uncensored channel!

Maverick: Until then for Diablo, and all of us here at uncensored, this is Million Dollar Bill Maverick saying so long...from the sunshine state!!