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Annie Alvarez was walking
down the
hall towards her locker room. A few other Uncensored stars were
beginning to show up because showtime was getting close. Annie was
still in her street clothes: faded blue jeans, a Rocka Wear beige
jacket, and black tennis shoes. Her phone began to ring and she pulled
it out of her pocket and to answered it.
"Hello? Oh yeah. I just got here. Just walked in the door actually. Yea, I'll meet you there. Did you get the contract wrote up? Okay, okay. Yeah. For sure. I'll be there in a few" She slid her phone back into her pocket and picked up the pace, walking a little faster towards her dressing room. When she got there Jack Mehoff was standing near the door, waiting for her. Annie: Wow that was quick. Jack: That might be the first time I ever heard a woman say that to me. Annie: Well let's try and not make that a habit. She opened the door and walked in and he followed behind her. Annie: So how do you think the film will turn out?" Jack: Well, I just started editing it last night, and I'll just let the dollar amount on the contract answer that question. Jack hands her a contract. Jack: As you can tell by the dollar signs, it was one of the best scenes, I ever shot. Annie takes the contract from him and looks it over. By the look of things the film is going to be a hit. She reaches into her purse and pulls out a pink pen. The closest hard surface is the wall, so she puts the contract against it and signs her name on the line. Annie: I like what I see. I really do. This could be very promising for both of us. Annie points towards the couch and goes to sit down. Annie: And I would also like to know if you'd like to be my manager here in Uncensored. What do you say? Jack gets his trademark cocky grin on his face. Jack: Damn girl. After shooting that scene with you, how could I say no to anything you ask me to do. I sure hope this doesn't piss off Vladimir, but I'll do it! Annie: The way I see it, having me under contract with your company can really help you out, and having you as my manager will really help me out. Everyone wins. And I don't know if you're aware, but the parties I throw after winning a match are filled with drunk women who just love to be in front of the camera when they're getting their rocks off. Jack: Sounds like a typical Saturday night at my place. Just imagine the type of party we're going to be throwing tonight after you beat Star so bad, she's going to have to suck Spyder's dick through a straw. Annie: I am going to enjoy tonight so much. And of course the after party will be fucking fantastic. And from what I've heard about her skills in the sucking department, anything different from how she does it now, will be incredible. Heath said I should give her some lessons, you know the things that every woman should know, use the hands dont forget about the balls. Jack: You really are a woman after my heart. Seriously though, you have to wonder why Spyder keeps her around. I mean, I heard from a lot of the guys that she sucks at more than just giving blowjobs. Annie: The only time a woman should be allowed to suck is when she's giving head. Any other time is unacceptable. I'll show you tonight how real women do it in the ring. Jack: Hopefully, you mean that in more ways than one. Annie: Oh I do baby, I do. But it's getting close to showtime, so I need to take a shower and get ready to give Star the beating of her lifetime. Jack: Great. I'll see you out there. Annie gives him a kiss on the cheek and walked towards the door to let him out. Annie: I'll see you in a while. Be ready to see the best match of your life tonight. Jack: I look forward to it. Annie opens the door for him and and the door seemingly opened upon The Epicenter itself. The crowd had been watching a scene on the big screen and now they saw themselves in their seats as the house lights began to rise upon the ring which currently held both familiar and unfamiliar silhouettes. "Famous" by Puddle of Mudd started off quietly and began to rise in volume as the house D.J. and ring announcer Chloe DeVille brought the crowd to life. There was no highlight reel on the big screen tonight, all footage obviously being held for the pay per view's advertising. The show was all set to begin in the ring, so the two Hall of Fame Broadcasters had no choice but to shout over the music. Diablo: WHAT'S UP MOTHERFUCKERS?!?!?! Maverick: YOU FOUND US! Diablo: And we are live as always from The Epicenter in Ft. Lauderdale for another Fashionably Late...
Maverick: And Uncensored!!! Diablo: Night of Professional Wrestling!
Maverick: We've got titles on the line and titles not on the line! Diablo: You just saw her! Annie Alvarez is most definitely in the house tonight!
Maverick: And not only is she, but look how closely she is now working with my close personal friend Jack Mehoff! There's no doubt in my mind now that she will be leaving The Epicenter tonight with the Primo Championship in all of Professional Wrestling back in her possesion. Diablo:
That's your opinion Million Dollar Bill...but the current, the
reigning...and the defending Primo Champion Star Lithegos might have
another. One thing's for sure, we will find out just exactly who wants
it most because it is the Uncensored exclusive...Stairway to Hell Match!
Maverick: Hang the belt from the rafters...rub a ladder down with Sterno, wrap it in barbed wire and then set it on fire! Diablo: And speaking of Annie Alvarez's new manager Jack Mehoff, his other client, Vladimir Kratos... Maverick: The Banned Champion...Vladimir Kratos. Diablo: Will see non title action tonight as he faces the number one contender to the Primo Title, Sean Williams.
Maverick: Jack Mehoof could leave tonight with Uncensored gold on both of his wrestlers if things go right for him! Diablo: And what a battle it will be when The Nightmare JXD takes on J. D. Mohr!
Maverick: If I know JXD and Bullrush...that one alone could be worth the price of admission alone! Diablo: It wouldn't be the first time that those two have torn the house down to steal the show!
Maverick: And right now...we are ready to kick off another Fashionably Late and kick ass Wrestling Program! Diablo: Let's go to Chloe DeVille in the ring.
The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention. Chloe DeVille: Ladies and Gentlemen, the Incomparable Spyder Gainey welcomes you to The Epicenter tonight for a...FASHIONABLY LATE AND UNCENSORED WRESTLING PROGRAM!!! The capacity crowd of almost twenty seven hundred marked out hard for the announcement that would signal the start of the evening's televised matches. Chloe
DeVille: This match is a Three-Way Dance, Introducing the competitors
already in the ring… on my left Jerome Bauers, on my right Ace
Blair, and to my rear Johnny Rockwall.
Chloe exits the ring as the opponents stalk each other in the ring as the bell rings. Diablo: We got a real treat here Bill three promising athletes facing off in a cutthroat three way dance. Maverick: The only thing I want them to promise me is a beer… speaking of which, I’m going to the concession. Diablo: Fine suit yourself… you better get a whole round. Back in the ring, Bauers and Blair lock up but not for long as Rockwall comes off the ropes nailing them both with a double clothesline. Both men get to there feet and are met with respective closed fists sending them reeling back against the ropes. Diablo: Johnny Rockwall taking control of this match up from the get go here at the Epicenter while my associate Bill Maverick is out on a beer run. Johnny Rockwall whips Bauers into the ropes hitting him with a knee to the midsection and then an elbow to the back of the head before throwing him out of the ring in front of the announce table. Rockwall then turns to Blair and kicks him in the gut setting him up for a quick DDT. Diablo: Johnny Rockwall making an impressive debut here on Fashionably late. While Johnny Rockwall is man handling Ace Blair inside the ring, Maverick is making his way back down to ringside. As he walks back to the announce table he is distracted by the chest of a woman in the front row. Not watching where he’s walking he bumps into Jerome Bauers, who was just getting back to his feet, dumping two beers all over him. Diablo: Oh Shit, Maverick just spilled not just his beer on Jerome Bauers but mine too. Bauers, soaked with beer and pissed off looks at Maverick, who is trying to explain what happened, blaming it on the lady with the D-cups in the front row. Jerome doesn’t give two shit who’s to blame and pushes Maverick to the ground. Right away Diablo is to his feet. Diablo: What the fuck man? He didn’t mean to do it? Bauers turns and shoves Diablo back down to his seat. At that moment a fan jumped the guardrail and nails Jerome Bauers with a right fist to the temple sending him down bouncing his head off the floor. As the man goes to help up Bill Maverick it becomes clear that he is actually very familiar to the crowd. Diablo: Holy Shit, I can’t believe it over the rail and to the rescue it’s the eXecutioner, Dakota X! Dakota takes Bill back to his seat, and goes back to roll Bauers back into the ring as Rockwall is bringing down Blair with a vertical suplex. Rockwall is a little confused when he sees Jerome laying unconscious on the mat but doesn’t hesitate to cover him while Dakota X takes up the extra headset beside Mav and Diablo. Diablo: ... 1… 2… 3! Maverick: Johnny Rockwall eliminates Jerome Bauers, pinning him after getting knocked da FUCK OUT! By the eXecutioner and his brass knuckles. Dakota X: That’s not accurate Mav, these knucks are gold plated and diamond encrusted man! Maverick: I don’t care what the fuck they are you knocked that fucker silly. Diablo: What brings you here, besides playing guardian angel? Dakota X: You know I always come down for my second Thanksgiving boys, and when I come down I always visit my favourite people…. Fuck Me! That’s a sick splash in the corner by… Who the fuck is that? Diablo: That’s newcomer Johnny Rockwall making his debut, dominating Ace Blair in the corner. Rockwall sends Blair to the opposite corner following with another huge splash. Johnny stands back waiting as Blair stumbles out of the corner and Rockwall lines him up hitting him with a massive boot to the face. Maverick: BOOM! Rockwall nearly took his head. Diablo: Johnny Rockwall rocks Blair with his Chin Check, and here’s the cover. Maverick: ... 1… 2… 3! “Johnny Cash” hits the speakers as Rockwall has his hand raised with both opponents still laying in the ring. Diablo: Johnny Rockwall with an impressive debut getting the win over Ace Blair and Jerome Bauers with a little help from the eXecutioner. Dakota X: All this excitement is making me thirsty, I’ll make sure two brews find their way back here for you guys, see you in the back. Dakota X jumps back into the crowd as Johnny Rockwall celebrates his victory in the ring.  It was still warm in Ft.
Lauderdale even in mid-November. This was obvious by how most everyone
was dressed tonight. The show was just beginning inside so a good
portion of the fans in attendance were outside grabbing that one last
cigarette before they went inside for the evening. It seemed like every
Uncensored fan who was outside right now, was milling around one
particular spot.
Parked in the Fire Lane & No Parking Zone was a bright orange 1972 Plymouth Barracuda with black racing stripes. "Bounce" by Snoop Dogg and Rage Against the Machine played fromt he speakers and Heath Sommersby leaned up against the hood of his car trying his best not to answer the obvious question.. He'd been in Japan most of the past week, and earlier today when he got back to the United States, he'd called Star and asked her to meet him here instead of meeting up with her at some point in their day and arriving together. He'd told her that he had "something to do". Now, everyone could see that he'd gotten it done and were wondering what it was. The "Cuda was parked under it, and a large nearly sheer black sheet covered it. A digital clock could be seen through this, it was counting down the days, hours, minutes and seconds but no one knew to what just yet. And no one would until Star arrived and could be among the first to see it. And just then, she did. There was a spring in Star's step as she moved through the lot, her precious championship belt draped over her arm and spotting Heath before anything else. The smile that spread across her face could brighten the darkest night. It was obvious that it'd been a few days since the two had seen one another by the way she ran to him jumped into his arms. Star: Hey baby! She placed her lips against his before he could actually respond to her. The crowd in Ft. Lauderdale reacted to them much like a certain crowd in Philadelphia had not too long ago. Their kiss could have started a fire, or gotten Annie Alvarez wet enough to put that fire out. Slowly, they seemed to become aware of all the eyes on them. Slowly they broke apart, but he was not ready to set her down onto her feet yet. Sommersby: I have missed you so much! And then, he leaned in close to her so that no one could hear him, and whispered something into her ear. Star listened intently before she began giggling like a school girl at whatever he'd just said to her. She looked over at The 'Cuda, or better yet, what was above it. Star bit her lip and nodded her head yes. Star: Yes, Heath. I am. Just like you said. She pointed above his car. Star: So, is that an "I've missed you so much" gift for your...girlfriend? She smiled once again with it now being obvious what Heath just whispered to her. The Bad Seeds were officially...an item. He just grinned, not even trying to hold his happiness in. Sommersby: Oh no. But there are a couple of things waiting for you at...home. Now this... He turned and sat her down on the hood of his car and tore the nearly sheer off of what it was hiding. He turned to the crowd who was now hanging on their every word and spoke loudly so that everyone could hear him. Sommersby: This is a gift to all of your loyal and loving fans! This clock...is counting down even the seconds to the time when you have held the Primo Title longer than any other Champion has held a title in this company's history! Above them, the digital read-out was: 121 days - 1 hour - 52 minutes - 34 seconds. Star grinned proudly as she stared up at the clock. She placed her championship belt over her shoulder and hopped to her feet. With one hand on her hip and the other holding on to the Primo Title, Star looked out at the ground with a confident glare in her eyes. Star: 121 days and some change? That's it. huh? Pffft... She gave an uninterested wave of her hand, showing no respect to whoever had that length of reign before her. Star: That ain't shit. Baby time if you ask me. They might as well make room in the books for my name now and go ahead and scratch out whoever is there for the longest title reign. Leave my number blank though. Then when I feel like giving up this title they can fill it right on in.  The
match bell sounds three time calling for everyone's attention as "Bulls
on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine hits the P.A. system. Dark red
lights fill the stage area. As the song kicks into full gear
and
the drums begin to crash, Mohr comes out onto the entrance stage. He
slowly walks out and looks around the arena in a demonic manner. His
thirst for blood nears a boiling point as he twitches his head to the
right, then to the left and makes his way down to ringside.
Chloe DeVille: Ladies and Gentlemen...the following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, fighting out of Mobile, Alabama and weighing in tonight at 225 pounds...J...D...MOHR!!! Once at ringside, Bullrush hops onto the apron and climbs in between the ropes and enters the ring. He gives the referee an "eat shit" look and then climbs a turnbuckle and plays off the crowd. He hops down and awaits for the match to start, while shaking his arms out. The lights blacked out… The crowd held their collective breath… The operatic vocals played and the cheers erupted as Cradle of Filth’s “Nymphetamine” blasted from the speakers. The blood red spot light scanned the ramp, thick smoke covered the ramp and it gained height and density. Chloe DeVille: And his opponent! He is being accompanied to the ring by Alicia Blackheart. He hails from Derby, England but makes his home in and fights out of right here in Ft. Lauderdale! Ladies and Gentlemen...an Uncensored Hall of Famer...THE NIGHTMARE...J...X...D!!! Mohr peered towards the gorilla position and JXD leapt from the smoke, onto the top rope and speared Mohr into next week from the dive. Alicia stepped out from the smoke and she simply walked as JXD began hammering away with the forearms to Mohr’s face. Diablo: JXD! And the D stands for determined! Maverick: From my point of view, it looks like it stands for devious! JXD
knocked Mohr back into the corner with a flurry of chops and forearms
that could be heard clearly up in the cheap seats. The Nightmare
stopped the bombardment when Mohr had nowhere else to run and kicked
the legs out from under him leaving them open. The Nightmare retreated
to the diagonal opposite corner, took two running steps and leapt,
seemingly in slow motion as he planted Mohr with the jumping baseball
slide to the groin!
Diablo: BULLSEYE! Maverick: He just gave Bullrush an Uncensored Vasectomy! Diablo: And Mohr is going to intelligently roll on out of the ring, try to give JXD a moment to cool off. Maverick: NO! JXD's going right out after him. JXD slid out of the ring right as Mohr rolled out of it and went straight for the broadcaster's table. He snatched up an empty chair and took a running start as he pulled it back to swing it. Out of sheer instinct, Mohr side stepped the chair shot at the last moment and JXD slammed the chair down hard onto the ring's cornerpost. Still clutching his nuts with his left hand, Mohr shoved JXD violently into the cornerpost. JXD connected hard. He was falling hard, straight back onto his back when Mohr caught him around the waist and gave him a little half spin before dropping him hard with a Sidewalk Slam. Diablo: Mohr is about 35...40 pounds lighter tonight than I have seen him in his past but he looks to be just as strong as ever with that vicious, one-armed sidewalk slam! Maverick: And now he is just stomping away at JXD. Bullrush put the boots to him real quick before he slid back into the ring, but The Nightmare was up quickly sliding back in as well. Seeing this, Mohr made a running start for the far side ropes. As JXD was moving up to his feet, Mohr nailed him with a Running Knee Smash which sent him down hard to the mat. With a handful of hair, Mohr pulled The Nightmare back to his feet, then shoved him into the ropes, using that momentum to send him for the ride with an Irish Whip. Mohr following him assuring that there would be no counter to this. Diablo: And a big bad spine tingling Spinebuster by J. D. Mohr! Maverick: It just jarred the ring six inches to the left! Diablo: And Bullrush is going for a pinfall! Maverick: ...1...2... Diablo: The Nightmare kicking out hard and strong. Maverick: Both men back to their feet. Mohr struck first with a stiff closed fist to the jaw. JXD returned the blow with a big, hard overhand smack to the chest of Bullrush. Again, Mohr chose a closed fist to the jaw and JXD landed another big chop. Mohr struck again and JXD no sold the blow as if it hadn't occurred. Bullrush slammed another hard right to the jaw and JXD's right hand shot straight up into the air. Mohr looked at him like he was crazy, went for another stiff closed fist when JXD blocked it. His right hand which was up in the air now fell and clutched Mohr's jewels with a Testicular Claw. He held on hard and tight for almost ten full seconds before releasing to immediately land a 180 Twisting Uranage. Diablo: That's the Asylum Seeker! Maverick: And he just leveled him with it! That just jarred the ring six inches to the right and back into it's original position! JXD stayed on him. As Mohr was making his way up to his feet, The Nightmare took him back down with a Swinging Neckbreaker. The next time that Bullrush moved to his feet, The Nightmare helped him up with a Judo Hiptoss. The he pulled him back up again before sending Mohr back down once again with a Judo Armdrag. Diablo: This is JXD's pace and this is what he wants to do, just get in there and wrestle. Maverick: He's perfectly willing to do that until either man is bleeding. JXD looked like he was going to Bodyslam Mohr, but he took him to a corner and dropped Bullrush's legs down over the top turnbuckle to leave him in the Tree of Woe. The Nightmare then took off for the far corner running, he took and running full speed came back at Mohr who was hanging upside down and nailed him with a vicious spear. Diablo: Medusa and Hemlock!!! Maverick: The Nightmare is really taking it to Bullrush tonight on Fashionably Late! Diablo: JXD with a pinning combination! Maverick: ...1...2... Diablo: Great ring presence by J. D. Mohr who gets a foot up onto the bottom rope just in time to break up the count! As they moved to their feet again, Bullrush quickly raked the eyes of JXD and took him down to the mat with a stiff Clothesline shot. Mohr hit the ropes running and as JXD sat up, he landed a stiff running kick to the back of The Nightmare's head. Jxd rolled with the blow tumbling forward. Bullrush kept running full steam, hitting the far side ropes. Just as JXD had made it up to his feet, Mohr came back at him and hit a Black Hole Slam out of nowhere. Maverick: Bullrush just planted The Nightmare! Diablo: Swinging Stampede! And Bullrush with a leg hooked! Maverick: ...1...2... Diablo: JXD kicks out again! Mohr might be surprised at how much gas The Nightmare has left in the tank. Bullrush is up first, and as JXD rises to his feet, Mohr send him for the ride with an Irish Whip. As JXD comes back at him, Bullrush levels him with a Clothesline from Hell. Diablo: The Rush! Maverick: Will he go for another pinfall? Diablo: He's going for that middle rope! The entire crowd seemed to know what he was doing. Bullrush went right to a corner and the middle rope. He turned quickly towards JXD, made sure the crowd was completely behind him and then leaped, squahing JXD flat with his trademark leg drop. As soon as he landed, Mohr called for the ref, demanding a count. Maverick: ...1...2... Diablo: JXD kicked out one more again! Mohr slammed the mat hard three times in frustration, showing the ref just how fast he needed to be counting. He moved to his feet and stepped back from JXD measuring him. As JXD started to move to his feet, Mohr struck, cinching in tight around The Nightmare's waistto lift him up for a Powerslam. Bullrush sent him down to the mat hard but did not release him, instead, he lifted him back up for another to nail the Double Powerbomb he used for a pinning combination. Diablo: SPINAL TAP!!! Maverick: ...1...2... Diablo: JXD gets a shoulder up and he has one of Mohr's arms! JXD pulled Mohr down into him and had him in a Triangle Choke before Mohr knew it. Bullrush fought it hard but was unable to break the hold in a timely manner and was expending a lot of energy fighting it. Instead of fighting it anymore, he reached out a clenched the bottom rope. He started a five count and JXD completely ignored it until the last possible instant. The Nightmare was up to his feet first, and as Bullrush moved to his, he was kicked hard in the gut and scooped. JXD lifted Mohr into the Fireman's carry, Mohr struggled in the Nightmare’s grip, JXD didn’t bother letting the momentum take Mohr over into the Nightmare Driver, he arched his knee back and flipped Mohr over his head, driving the knee viciously into the temple! Diablo: That was insane! That was reckless! That was... Maverick: Just plain Uncensored!!! Mohr hit the mat hard yet still fought back just as hard. Before JXD could fall on him for a pin, somehow he rolled out of the way of what he knew to be coming. Bullrush made it up to his feet and then it was obvious what effects JXD's last move had on him. Mohr staggered and turned his back to JXD. The Nightmare went for a Schoolboy roll up and the pin. Rusty Houlihan slid into position to make the count. Diablo: JXD with a Schoolboy after that nasty knee to the face! Maverick: ...1...2... Diablo: Bullrush reverses it! As the ref's hand was coming ddown for the three, Bullrush found the strength topush JXD over onto his back. With a new pinfall and the ref moved into position to make the count and Bullrush got both feet up onto the middle rope!!! Maverick: ...1...2... Diablo: NO!!!!! Maverick: ...3!!! Before the ref could see it, Mohr slipped off of JXD and slid out of the ring holding his own arms up in victory. Chloe DeVille: And your winner...J...D...MOHR!!! In the ring, JXD was infuriated! Quickly, he got the crowd behind him and chanting; "NEXT WEEK". Apparently, JXD wanted some more...of Mohr. The Nightmare called for the microphone and he got it. JXD: Hey! Don't fucking go any-fucking-where you fucking cocksucking Jew! Congratu-fucking-lations, you fucking won by fucking cheating me! Don't fucking brag about it though because next fucking week at Smokin', I'm going to fucking show you a new fucking world of fucking pain! No fucking pinfalls... No fucking submissions...! I'm going to fucking bleed the fucking life out of you by fucking tearing open every fucking artery in your fucking god damned fucking body! Bloodbath rules apply motherfucker and you aren't going to be fucking doing fuck by the fucking time I've fucking finished with you! Then I'm going fucking shove 30 lifetubes up yer fucking cunt and smash a fucking chair into you until you realised that you are fucking fucked! The Nightmare threw the mic and vaulted out the ring, seemingly on cue Alicia had pulled a light tube bundle from under the ring and threw them, JXD caught them and tore up the ramp, Mohr turned and fled with the Nightmare in pursuit. Diablo: Wow, I think JXD just set a new record there! Maverick: Fuckin' right he fuckin' did. The cameras catch up with Star backstage,
walking around in casual gear of tight dark blue hipsters and a plain
cut off wife beater. The Primo Championship is slung over her shoulder
with her hand resting comfortably and protectively over it. She stalks
through the halls towards the women’s bathroom where she pushes the
door open and quickly scampers inside. She comes to a halt though, for
there standing in the mirror is none other than Annie Alvarez. However,
Star soon smirk as Annie tends to her brunette mane. She’s yet to
notice Star as the champ slides up to the sink at her side and looks
into the mirror.
Star: Damn, my head is just killing me! She mockingly grabs the back of her head just where Annie’s chair shot landed last week, and gives a fake wince. Star: It’s been smarting for days. It’s alright though. As long as my face is ok. No swollen lips, no bruises… She then glances over at Annie. Star: No stitches. I’m still beautiful. Annie lays her eyeliner pencil on the edge of the sink and stands up straight and looks at Star in the mirror, she doesn't bother turning around. Annie: Still beautiful? That's a personal opinion. Star smiles brightly. Star: That much of the rest of the world seems to share with me as well. You did too...last week. Or else you wouldn't be offering to share "Pedro" with me now would you? Annie turns around to face Star. She leans back, resting her hands on the edge of the sink. She looks Star up and down once. Annie: It's not your face that made me want to hit that honey. It's the rest of you. Some of the pictures that Heath showed me. I can imagine running my tongue below that pretty little tattoo of yours. What do you say? That wipes the smile off of Star's face. She gives an annoyed roll of her eyes and flags Annie off. Star: Pictures, eh? Gah, that devil. I knew he was proud of me but damn. Anyway thanks for the offer. Should've caught me a few weeks ago though. Heath is doing that so much I'm not sure I'd be able to pencil you in. She looks Annie and up down the same way she'd just done her and then smirks. Star: Plus I don't feel like having to douche with disinfectant because of you. I do appreciate it though. I can understand why you'd feel that way. Annie doesn't get angry or show any sort of change in her facial expression. She just nods her head slowly and crosses her arms. Annie: Star, baby cakes, you can say whatever you want about me and how I'm supposedly dirty and what not. But just remember, when you're kissing Heath. Take a second to think about where his mouth has been. When you're on your knees in front of him, think about where his dick has been. And before you even try and twist it around, I could care less if his mouth was on you before it was on me. I could give a shit less if I'm sucking him off right after he fucked you. It doesn't matter to me baby cakes. Like I said before, we can have a lil three way, could be fun. Star stands there for a minute, looking like she's actually thinking over what Annie is saying to her. She then opens her mouth to speak but suddenly pauses before smiling. Star: That's alright, Annie. I think I'd much rather have you all to myself...one on one. I'm too selfish to share with Heath. Was pissed that I had to share you with Mohr last week. Her smirk returns as Star moves closer to Annie. She reaches out to gently brush a lock of her hair as she looks down at the shorter Annie. Star: You've got a date with me tonight, love. Just the two of us. And it'll be way more than fun. Don't stand me up. Annie uncrosses her arms and leans in towards Star. Annie: There is no way I'd ever be able to stand up a hot piece of ass like that. And if you're lucky, I just might bring Pedro with me later. And you know what? Annie doesn't give her time to answer. She gets on her tippy toes and grabs Star by the hair and plants another kiss on her lips. Star quickly shoves her away in disgust and raises a fist to bloody her mouth once again. She doesn't, though. Instead Star spits on the floor, wipes her mouth and storms out of the bathroom. Annie laughs as the door closes behind Star. Annie: I guess I found something that irritates her... The match bell rings three times calling for everyone's attention.
Chloe DeVille: This next match is your bathroom brawl! She points up to the big screen and we see Galen and White were hammering away at each other with right hands in the bathroom, Clint Bone watching them to keep them in check. Galen blocked a punch and grabbed Cameron White’s head and bounced it off the washbasin! Galen continued the assault, bouncing White’s skull off the basin repeatedly until the blood began to flow from a cut. Diablo: King Galen wasting no time tonight! He looks like he is finally looking to make a serious impression on Uncensored.
Maverick: He just made a serious impression on The Stoned Superstar's face, opening him right up! Diablo: Galen is staying right on him too.
Galen dragged White to his feet and rammed him head first into the mirror, a crack appeared in the surface and a headprint in blood rested from where White’s head had bounced from it. Galen bounced the head into the crack, deepening the cut and making a second crack from the impact as White rolled onto the floor. Galen pulled him up and then loaded him up into a powerbomb. Galen turned and powerbombed White through the door of one of the stalls, White crashed through it and lay motionless from the impact. Diablo: What a Powerbomb! That one's going to leave a mark!
Maverick: It'll be next week before anyone can use that restroom again! Galen hadn’t finished and he pulled White up by the hair and hauled him up for a second powerbomb, turned to face the dividing wall and sent Cameron White crashing through the wooden wall. Galen followed him and kicked him in the ribs a few times, White came to, and began to move as Galen walked towards the door and left the bathroom. As the door swung closed, Clint Bone had White by the back of the neck dragging him towards the toilet. The door closed and the camera focussed on it. It probably looked just like it sounded. There was some splashing, some gasping for air, hands smacking against porcelain and then finally, a flush. A moment later, Clint Bone walked out of the men's room. As he walked away, Vladimir Kratos slipped into the bathroom. Diablo: I no know nothing.
And then, Dayshia Raye appeared, looking and feeling like a million bucks. She spots Aurora and, shockingly, smiles like she's just laid eyes on her best friend in the world. Dayshia: Aurora! Just the person I wanted to see. What the hell! Wanted to see? Aurora? She put creeper between her and Dayshia to make sure this wasn't some trick, to make sure she wasn't going to get hit with something and fed to Clint in some way. Aurora: Dayshia!! Well aren't you just the sight for sore eyes, what can I do for you on this fantastic night? Dayshia: It's not what you can do for me. It's what I can do for you. That is...if you don't mind coming along with me. Dayshia looks down at Creeper and cringes. There's that fucking dog. How the hell did she not notice him in the first place? Dayshia: Ummm....just you. Aurora smiles and looks down at Creeper, then back at Dayshia. Aurora: And what? Leave this handsome boy out here all alone for someone to come take? No, he needs to come with me. Taking care of him for a friend you see. I’m sure you know Spyder very well. He'd hate me to just leave him alone now wouldn’t you say? No, he will come with us. She grins evilly, like she'd go anywhere alone with Dayshia, really did she think she was blonde or something, go with her alone and get attacked by her and Clint, no way she was smarter then that. Aurora: Anything you have to show me can be seen by this guy right here too. She bends down and gives the dog a rub behind the ears. Dayshia fights hard to keep from rolling her eyes. But even in her slight fear and irritation she can't help but smile. Aurora was so obviously shook. Dayshia: Well, alright. Good thing they didn't have far to go. Just around the corner that Dayshia had just come from in fact. With a wave of her hand she beckons for Aurora to follow her. Aurora just shakes her head and follows Dayshia to wherever she was leading her, she couldn't help but feel paranoid here I mean they both were looking for revenge on her. She didn't want to be the next swirlie victim. When they got around the corner up against the wall sat a huge rectangular package wrapped in shimmering, metallic silver wrapping paper and a huge white ribbon and bow. Dayshia, making sure to keep her distance from Creeper, points to it and then look at Aurora. Dayshia: This...is for you. Aurora looks at the gift sitting against the wall, walking towards it she smiles, Creeper sniffs the gift and makes a grunting noise, you know that noise most dogs made. She looks at Dayshia and smiles. Aurora: Oh you shouldn't have, I almost don't want to open it, wrapped so pretty. Oh what the hey. She tears it open, then stepping back to look at it, she looks at Dayshia and looks confused. Dayshia just smiles at Aurora. The camera pans around to see a big, beautiful painting of Dayshia Raye herself...signed "Bone". Dayshia: Do you like it? I figured you would since you all of a sudden have this weird ass obsession with me. Now you can take that home, hang it above your bed and have Dayshia Raye in your presence whenever you want to. Looking down on you for all of those...intimate moments. Moments that I'm pretty sure by now that I've inspired since you've been chasing me around so much. You've gotta be having a little fun by yourself with thoughts of me... She grins devilishly, trying to push Aurora's buttons. Aurora smiles and touches her chest with that awwwww thanks look on her face. Aurora: I will treasure it always Dayshia, I’ll be thinking wet thoughts about you all night now, thanks a bunch. Aurora grins, chances are when she left this arena she'd throw it in the trash where it belonged, but for now she fluttered her eyelashes and smiled. Creeper started to sniff it again, and no he couldn't, but yes he did, he cocked up his leg and pissed right on the picture, Aurora tried not to laugh as she pretended to scold Creeper. Aurora: Bad Creeper, bad boy. Dayshia eyes widened. No..hell to the no! A dog pissing on the beautiful artwork her man made?! Dayshia could’ve snatched Aurora’s head right off her neck. But she didn't scream or shout. All she did was take a deep breath and look back at Aurora with that same smile. Dayshia: By the way...this is you parting gift. I've decided that you really have no purpose here. So...how did you put it oh so delicately before? She thinks. Dayshia: Oh, that's right. You're fired, bitch! Aurora lets out a maniacal laugh, shaking her head. Aurora: I think then Miss Raye you better take this gift back because I won’t be going anywhere. Dayshia: Oh no? Dayshia had that "look" in her eyes. That "I'm a cool bitch but I'll fuck you up if you don't roll" look. Aurora: Did I stutter? Perhaps I should explain though. You see this here dog, Creeper actually, belongs to a certain boss. You may know him, Spyder Gainey. Well I was walking back stage here after Clint threw me out in the audience and well when I kicked your ass Aurora grins pleased with herself for that part of the night. Aurora: And well I just so happened to find Creeper here alone, in Spyder’s office. Now don't you think it's very strange that Creeper was alone Dayshia? Dayshia: Fuck you, fuck Spyder Gainey, and fuck that dog. Think what you want, Aurora. I don't know anything about Spyder's flea magnet, nor do I care. But I suggest you take your unemployed, bitter, tacky, scarred up, chubby, no man having ass on. I'm done with you and so is Uncensored. And with that, Dayshia storms off in the opposite direction, planning to beat Aurora's ass to a pulp very very soon. But as she storms away, out of Aurora’s sights, she looks back cautiously before reaching for her cell. Dayshia steps into a secluded fire exit as she dials frantically. Dayshia: Baby? I need to talk to you as soon as possible. I think we’ve got another serious situation… The cameraman follows Dayshia down the hallway, trying to catch the rest of her conversation with Clint Bone. Before she says anything else, she turns and shoves him through a door and into the men's restroom. He turns to find Cameron White finally waking up. He slowly makes his way to his feet, and walks forward two steps before he is stoped, by a chain around his leg, that is attached to the wall. Suddenly, a voice can be heard, coming from a tape player on the other side of the bathroom. The voice is digitally edited, but you can tell that it belongs to Vladimir Kratos. Tape: "Hello Cameron. You are locked in this bathroom, because you don't apreciate your life. You constantly smoke pot to give yourself some joy in life, but after doing it so much, it became the only joy in your life. Just like your lungs, this room will soon fill with smoke, and like you have been doing to yourself for years, you will slowly suffocate. The only way for you to escape is through that door." A machine the tape recorder is sitting on roars to life, and smoke starts coming out of it. Cameron starts to look paniced. He looks down at his feet and sees a saw laying on the floor. The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention.
Chloe DeVille: Ladies and Gentlemen the following contest is a non-title match-up and is scheduled for one fall! "Money On My Mind" By Lil Wayne blasts through the speakers, the arena grows dark as the crowd leaps to their feet screaming and applauding. Chloe DeVille: Introducing first, hailing from Atlanta Georgia…SEAN WILLIAMS! Sean makes his way from behind the curtain wearing a pair of gray sweat pants and a wife beater, he makes his way down the ramp as fire pyro shoots out from the ramp lighting up the arena, Sean takes off his shirt and tosses it into the crowd, he slides under the rope and bounces off each rope with high energy. Maverick: You have got to be shitting me! He didn’t just come out here without Mercedes and Princess. The opening cords to House of the Rising Sun starts to play over the sound system, as Vladimir Kratos makes his out of the entrance ramp, with a look of disgust on his face, to a chorus of boos from the fans. Chloe DeVille: And his opponent! Fighting out of Romania by way of Sapporo, Japan. This is the Uncensored Banned Champion! VLADIMIR KRATOS!!! He walks down the aisle completely ignoring the fans. He walks up the ring steps and climbs into the ring. The bell rings and both men stand in the center and lock up. Vlad quickly overpowers Sean and shoves him hard. Williams hits the ropes from the impact and smacks the mat hard with his face. Maverick: Vlad’s got Williams eating the canvas already. Diablo: Kratos may be a cold, soulless bastard but there’s no denying that he’s skilled in the ring. He heads over to the other side of the ring and yanks Williams to his feet like he weighs absolutely nothing. He grabs Williams by the legs and flips him around, driving his head into the mat with a sitout piledriver. The ring shakes from the force while Vlad gets up once again. Vlad locks Williams in an Indian deathlock. He grabs both of Williams arms, pulls him off the mat, and puts his right foot against Williams back. Vlad stops, and puts his foot against the back of Williams neck, and brings him down with a curb stomp. Diablo: Kratos with that curb stomp of his to the young Williams. Maverick: Sean was able to beat an Uncensored Hall of Famer in JXD last week to become number one contender to Star’s Primo Championship. He’ll have to bring it harder than that against the Banned Champion this week! Dragging Williams to his feet once again, Vlad tosses him into a firm dragon sleeper. Williams struggles to release himself to no avail before Vlad lets go, slaps his hand around Williams’ neck and lifts him high into the air in an impressive display of strength. Coughing and struggling against Vlad, Williams hits Vlad in the head with a few closed fists. Suddenly, Vlad drops him to the mat, but not because he’s hurt from the blows. As Williams goes to spear down his opponent, Vlad turns the tables and nails him with a brainbuster. Diablo: Kratos is just completely emotionless in there. Maverick: Williams needs to wake up. Vlad throws Williams outside the ring. Vlad grabs a steel chair, and unfolds it next to Williams. Vlad picks up Williams, grabs his head, turns it, and hits him with a neckbreaker, dropping Williams neck against the support of the steel chair. Williams lays limply, while Vlad begins pulling him back to the ring. Diablo: Kratos with a vicious neckbreaker to Williams! Kratos has been dominating this match from the very beginning. Maverick: Williams looks like a corpse in there. Kratos is manhandling him! Vlad whips Williams into the ring post. Vlad pulls his hand back and measures Williams for a punch. Vlad throws it, but Williams moves out of the way. Vlad punches the ring post, and the sound of a sick pop can be heard. Vlad shows absolutely no sign of being in any pain what so ever. He clenches and unclenches a fist a few times and a popping sound can be heard each time he does it. Maverick: Anyone else could’ve very well broken their fist from something like that. Diablo: I’m starting to believe Kratos isn’t even human! With a little life in him now Williams finds the strength to charge at Vlad. He leaps up, going for a flying crossbody but Vlad snatches him out of the air. One again Williams lands punches to the skull of Kratos but he is still lifted high into the air. Williams kicks hard, attempting to use his momentum to knock himself back down to the mat floor but Vlad tosses Williams into the air and he lands his back straight across his knee with a sickening crack. Williams falls lifelessly to the mat and Kratos goes for the first and only cover of the night. Diablo: …1….2….3!!! Chloe DeVille: And here is your winner….VLADIMIR KRATOS! Diablo: I cannot believe what we just saw. It’s like Kratos didn’t even want to end this as soon as possible. He was obviously just punishing Williams. Maverick: Williams isn’t moving a muscle in that ring. I think he just might be really hurt after Vlad had his way with him in that ring. Backstage, moments after he'd received a call
from Dayshia, Aurora Snow is still lingering backstage with Creeper at
her side on his leash. The men's restroom door bursts open and Aurora
is shoved violently into the concrete wall hard enough to bloody her
lip. Her ex-husband slaps a tight Full Nelson onto her and her arms are
thrust straight up into the air. Creeper's front paws were off the
ground and he could not balance himself on one back leg. Aurora cold
let go of the leash, or she could hang one and hope she choked him out
before he broke his one remaining back leg.
Aurora let go of the leash to let Creeper go, kicked her leg out to push the dog away. Dayshia had to behind this, she knew exactly what she was talking about when she talked about Creeper, bitch called Clint and well here she was stuck in a Full Nelson , and her lip bleeding. She tried to escape but fuck if she could get out of the hold, he was too strong, no matter how much strength she had herself. She dug her heel into his instep, with hope that this would make him let go. He lifted her up off of her feet and swung her violently to the right, slamming her from the restroom door that he'd just exploded from. She knew what time it was, she was about to go in headfirst and it wouldn't be in a swimming pool. Aurora got one foot up on the wall on one side of the door, and her other foot on the other side trying to block this. Pop! Pop! Creeper: ARRRRRRRRRRR! That damned dog took off like he'd be shot yet again. And he had! But this time it was not with Youngblood's .357, it was with a Pellet gun that Dayshia held. The Insatiable Diva now pointed it at Aurora and shot her in the foot. It fell from it's spot on the wall and Bone shoved her into the privacy of his unofficial office. She couldn't breath, the Full Nelson was taking it's effect on her. Bone shoved her into a stall and held her face precariously close to the one thing she feared. Bone: Well...well...well. Of all the places I always thought we would end up, this was not one of them. There was nothing she could do, she could feel herself fading, everything was starting to go black, and she was hella close to having her head dunked into the toilet, she tried her best to fight back but it would have been better if she had just sat there and tried nothing, because not even a fly would have been scared off from her thrashing. Bone: Rory... Only Clint called her this. Bone: You know you heard my Dayshia when she told you to "be gone". Only Clint said those two words and gave them such meaning. Bone: This is your only warning. If I see you here next week, you will be in the ring with her. And we all know...we all remember what that was like for you. He released her. True to his word. This one...was her warning.  Diablo: And we would like to personally thank The eXecutiner, Dakota X!
Maverick: True to his word, he came back with some cold beers for us. Diablo: And not just any cold beer! A six pack of Kokanee in the can! Maverick: Four of 'em are mine! The match bell sounds three times calling for everyone's attention. Behind Chloe in the ring was a 12 foot tall ladder that was wrapped in barbed wire and on fire. Chloe DeVille: Ladies and Gentlemen, this is your Main Event of the evening and is a Stairway to hell Match for the Uncensored Primo Championship! The lights in the arena dim and 'Sexy, Naughty, Bitchy' Tata Young blares over the PA system and the fans explode in cheers. A few second later Annie Alvarez makes her way from behind the curtain and stands with her hands on her hips. Chloe DeVille: Introducing first, the Challenger! From Hollywood, California, the former Primo Champion...ANNIE ALVAREZ!!! Annie takes in the cheers before heading down the ramp towards the ring. She walks up the steps and stands on the edge of the ring and the lights turn back to full power. She blows kisses to the fans and then bends down and gets in the ring between the first and second ropes. Once in the ring she takes off her t-shirt which read: "We havent fucked? Call my secretary and she'll pencil you in" revealing her tank top. She throws it into the audience and waits in the ring with her hands on her hips. On the big screen all is black. The house lights fall and one word flashes on the big screen in hot pink. "STAR". As it blinks out, the milky way galaxy comes slowly into view and "Flashing Lights" by Kanye West hits the speakers. One star slowly comes into focus out of all of the others. It zooms into focus and is seen to be the Wicked Good logo. Chloe DeVille: And from Philadelphia, Pennsylanvia! This is your current...reigning...and DEFENDING PRIMO CHAMPION! STAR LITHEGOS! Heath Sommersby stepped out from behind the curtain at the gorilla position and began walking towards the ring. He had a Polaroid camera. As he walked towards the aisle to the ring, turned and waited. As Star stepped out she held the belt up over her head and Sommersby snapped off a picture. As it came out of the camera, Star signed it and they passed it out to someone in the crowd. Diablo: Trying to get right into Annie's head right now. Star is making sure she knows who is the Champ. Maverick: If it weren't for Dakota X already looking oout for us, this would be a good time for a beer run. Star stood with her back to a crowd that was going wild for her. She held the belt up for the camera in all of them. As the pictures came out of the camera, she signed them and passed them to the person in the crowd who was in that picture with her. On the big screen now was a view from ouotside of The Epicenter where the countdown clock was ticking away the second. Diablo: Big time head games starting early tonight, right after the show started with Annie Alvarez taking on Jack Mehoof as her manager and then Star's tag team partner and better than advertised other half showed up with that countdown clock that is counting down the seconds until Star is the longest reigning champion in Uncensored history! Maverick: Now that...is one cocky bitch. Finally, Star makes her way into the ring. She passes the belt to Rusty Houlihan who thrusts it skyward symbolizing that the title is indeed on the line as a long hook decended from the rafters. He dropped the strap over the hook and it ascended to about eight feet higher than the top of the ladder. Twenty feet above the ring. The referee then stepped back and called for the bell to signal the start of the match. Jack Mehoff: Wait! The match bell sounded. Jack Mehoff: WAIT! WAIT!!! Jack Mehoff starts to walk down the isle with a steel chair ,and a mic in his hand. Jack doesn't go into the ring, but stops about ten feet away from it. Jack: Hey slut. Yo skank! Star stops what she's doing and yells something to Jack. Jack: Now Star, I'm not out here to interfere in this match, I'm just out here because I'm a nice guy. A few weeks ago, when you were over at my place, you left something in my room, and I'm just here to return it. Star yells something else at Jack. Jack: Now considering how big it is, I don't see how you could miss it, but you left your diaphram in my room. Jack reaches under the ring and pulls out a kids inflatable swimming pool. Jack: And I'm just here to make sure you get it back! By now, Heath Sommersby had moved around the ring and stepped into the center of the aisle Jack was standing on. He tried to act as if he meant him no harm, and only wanted to take a quick picture of Jack with the Polaroid. As the flash popped, Sommersby dropped the camera and dropped Jack with a running Yakuza Kick. With Jack now on his back, Sommersby kicked him onver onto his stomach, grabbed the right ankle with both hands and proceeded to put Jack into the move that won Star the Primo Championship last week from Annie. The Argentine Leglock, also known as The Sakai Stretch. Heath sat back on him hard wrenching the hold in deep. Then mercifully, he dropped him, pulled him up with a handful of hair and rammed him into the guardrail at ringside. The people in the crowd grabbed Jack Mehoff and pulled him in, the crowd surfed him to the back of the venue towards concessions. Diablo: Annie Alvarez is pissed about losing title last week and is about to let Star know! Both women in the ring, and the referee had been watching Jack and Sommersby go at it on the outside and Annie used that as her chance to land a Spinning Heel Kick to the back of Star's head to kick off the match. Star didn't go down so Annie grabbed her by the wrist and spun her back around to face her and hit Star with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Then took her down hard to the mat with a Hip Toss. Maverick: Annie just put Star down as easy as one, two, three. Diablo: It's not putting Star down that's the tough part, it's keeping her down for the one, two, three. And almost to prove that was true, when Star came up, she came up with a Swinging head scissors take down. Annie wouldn't be kept down long by that but was taken back down quickly with a Crescent kick. A Tornado arm drag followed that with Star tossing Annie into the corner. Star stepped back and as Annie pulled herself up with the ropes, Star hit a Handspring elbow right to Annie's jaw. She fell out flat in the corner and Star backed up. She got the burning ladder directly in between them and knocked it down onto Annie with a Running Yakuza Kick. Maverick: And there are no fire extinguishers at ringside tonight. Diablo: Not even under the ring for a weapon! Annie's tights are caught by the ladder and begin to burn her thigh. The barbed wire has her tights and she shoves it away before it can hurt her. As she makes it to her feet, Annie lunges at Star. The Champion sidesteps to avoid her and Annie falls to the mat, flat on her stomach and right in front of that hellacious ladder. Star immediately rushes over and grabs Annie by the hair. Star yanks her head up and thrusts it towards the flames, trying hard to force Annie’s face right into it. But Annie holds fast. Star finally gets frustrated and jumps up. She then lands a vicious dropkick to the back of Annie’s head, bouncing her face off the leg of the flaming barbed wire ladder. Maverick: The Champion is playing dirty tonight. She already has Annie possibly in need of even more stitches! Diablo: Man don't you know that this is Uncensored... The crowd knew it was coming and they marked out, screaming it out right along with him. Diablo: ...and we ain't havin' fun...til somebody dials 9-1-1!!! The crowd was up and really into this Championship match up. With Annie down, Star slipped outside of the ropes but still on the ring apron. As Annie moved back to her feet once again, Star crushed her with a Springboard bulldog. Star shoved Annie over onto her back and hit her with a Standing Shooting Star Press. The ladder still lay burning in the far corner. With a front facelock Star pulled Annie back up to her feet. Looking as if She was going for a Vertical Suplex, Star pulled Annie up and hung over over the topr rope near the corner. Annie's face was right over the burning ladder. Star immediately went up to the top rope, turned, and sent Annie down onto the ladder hard with a Legdrop. Maverick: Star is moving out of the ring. Diablo: I think she's looking for a ladder that's not on fire! Star pulled a ladder out from under the ring and slid it in. She set it up and began to climb. Just as she was reaching the top of it, Annie was up and shoving the ladder over. Star fell from the top and sling shotted herself across the neck falling onto the top rope. As she fell back, Annie caught her and took her down hard to the mat with a Spear. Maverick: And how quickly the match turns! This time it was Annie pulling Star up with a front facelock. Annie quickly hit a Fisherman Suplex that sent them both down hard onto the ladder that was not burning. Diablo: They both felt that one! They both were slow to their feet, but as they began to rise together, Star was the first to get her hands on the other and sent Annie back down onto the ladder with a Russian Leg Sweep. Star came up to her feet quickly this time, and with a fist in the air called for the crowd. Maverick: She'd better stay on Annie! Diablo: Star thinks she's got her beaten! With the crowd on their feet, Star pulled Annie up with a three-quarter facelock. She then performed a back flip over Annie while maintaining the facelock turning it into an inverted facelock and sitting out the move to plant Annie down facefirst on the ladder yet again! Maverick: YOU HAVE GOT TO BE SHITTING ME! Diablo: SUPERNOVA! And Star is going for the belt. Star shoved Annie off the ladder and set it up in under the belt. She scaled it quickly with a rush of adrenaline and leaped from the top to catch hold of the belt and tear it down. Immediately, the match bell sounded. Chloe DeVille: Your winner...and STILL the Uncensored Primo Champion...STAR...LITHEGOS!!! As Sommersby moved to slide into the ring and celebrate with Star, Jack Mehoff hopped the guardrail at ringside and laid him out with a steel chair. Jack didn't wait for Sommersby to even fall. He took off back into the crowd like the classic chickenshit heel that he is. Maverick: What a Main Event. Diablo: What a showing by the Champion! Star Lithegos once again showing why she is the Primo Champion of Uncensored with a decisive win over the former Champ in the automatic re-match. Maverick: The Rubber Match. Diablo: I was hoping you wouldn't say that in front of Annie, but I don't think she's hearing much of anything just yet. Maverick: What an edition of Fashionably Late! Diablo: Easily the best show Uncensored has had in quite sometime...and we need it because the next time you see all of us it will be ono pay per view! Maverick: Uncensored is...SMOKIN'!!! Diablo: Live from right here in The Epicenter on Sunday, November 25th! Hey...do you know whose birthday that is? Maverick: No clue. Diablo: The Hall of Famer and saver of your ass tonight, Dakota X. Maverick: Oh, well I know it's gonna be a party then! Tuck your kids in before this one starts, it's going to be a wild one! Diablo: And we'll see you there! But for now this is the Angel that you call Diablo saying So long...from the Sunshine State! |