Jasmine: Cold...

The scene opens up backstage in what Spyder Gainey will use as his office for the evening here at Trump's Taj Mahal in Atlantic City. The cameras come into focus revealing that Jasmine is nude on a plush black leather sofa. The only thing covering her is stacks upon stacks of one hundred dollar bills neatly banded in stacks of ten thousand dollars each. She picks up a a stack high up on her thigh and smacks it against the palm of her hand.

Jasmine: Hard...

She runs the stack of cash slowly under her nose, savoring it's scent.

Jasmine: Cash...

Spyder Gainey comes into focus behind her, choking out a hit.

Spyder: And there's one million dollars of it. Who wants it?

Inside of the arena, the crowd erupts! Slowly, he begins tactfully removing the stacks of money from Jasmine.

Spyder: I'm giving this money away...free and clear. We won't even tell Uncle Sam. Fuck taxes!

Again the crowd roars their approval.

Spyder: But what would I want in return? What could worth one million dollars to me?

He pauses.

Spyder: Peace and quiet. That's all I want. But I can't have that anymore. And as long as Jason Klane...

The crowd boos loudly back in the arena.

Spyder: Is able to flap his dick sucker...I won't have a moment's peace. Is it worth a million dollars to you? It is to me.

He slams the briefcase shut, it is so full of money the locks won't catch...

Spyder: I'm Spyder Gainey...and I'm one SCANDALOUS white boy!

Harrison: Tonights First match up is a “Now Bend Over Match”. Introducing first! He hails to you from Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Weighing in at 248 pounds. He is…WHITECLOUD!

The lights go down and "Voodoo" hits the loud speakers. Multi-colored lasers start flashing at the top of the ramp. Whitecloud appears in black trunks with Whitecloud written in white across the back. He's holding a peacepipe and a tomahawk. Instantly the lights go up and Whitecloud runs to the ring and slides under the bottom rope. He pops up and leaps to the second turnbuckle opposite where he entered and lifts his arms to the crowd. He jumps down and motions as if to say "Which will it be? Pipe or Tomahawk?"

Harrison: And his opponent, coming to you from parts unknown, he weighed in tonight at 230 pounds. He is…SERAPHIS!
Metalingus by Alterbridge hits the speakers. The crowd goes wild as the lights fall and slow motion stills of Seraphis' most solid bumps cascade slowly down the big screen. Pyros explode and a spotlight hits the staging revealing that the pyros have ignited the Kendo stick that he holds up over his head. The crowd gives him much love as he makes his way slowly to the ring. He drops his weapon and slides in. He stands in the corner and cracks his neck and knuckles.

Maverick: Here we go people Foreplays fist moments about ready to kick things off.

Diablo: That is true, and this match right here will decide whose career ends in UWE Tonight.

Maverick: Match Bell Rings.

Seraphis and Whitecloud lock up in the center of the ring, Seraphis falls to a knee as Whitecloud overpowers him. Whitecould locks Seraphis in a head lock. Seraphis stands to his feet and delivers a sick elbow shot to the rib of Whitecloud breaking the hold. Seraphis starts giving him right jabs hitting back against the turnbuckles. Seraphis pushes his head back and looks around at the fans as they cheer, and he slaps Whitecloud's chest leaving a red mark on his chest in the form of his hand. Seraphis climbs the turnbuckles and grabs Whitecloud and performs a tornado reverse ddt off the turnbuckle.

Diablo: One of these men will walk away with a contract another empty handed.

Maverick: Heh, and unemployed.

Seraphis starts to lift up Whitecloud, Whitecloud smacks his arms away from him and delivers a kick to his gut, Whitecloud grabs him by his head and slams Seraphis’ face into his knee. Seraphis bounces up and back against the ropes. Whitecloud sets up Seraphis’ arms around the top rope. Whitecloud delivers a chop to the chest. Whitecloud grabs Seraphis’ by his ankles and pulls him up and off the ropes and lets Seraphis’ back smash onto the mat. Whitecloud picks up Seraphis and bends him over and kicks him in the ass knocking Seraphis out of the ring. Lowrider starts the count.

Lowrider:1…2…3…4…5…

Seraphis crawls back in the ring. Whitecloud meets him with stomps to his back. Whitecloud lifts him up and spins him around and sends his right shoulder into the ring post. Seraphis on his knees is holding his shoulder in pain. Whitecloud grabs and picks him up in a German suplex set up, Seraphis flips over onto his feet.

Maverick: Whitecloud turns around just in time to catch a drop kick from Seraphis.

Diablo: Seraphis has him bent over, kick in the ass and Whitecloud is outside the ring.

Lowrider starts the count. Whitecloud lies motionless than starts to stir a bit. He looks to his right and catches glimpse of Seraphis’ Kendo Stick. Seraphis is in the ring taunting the crowd as they respond with much approval. Whitecloud gets back in ending the count just as Seraphis turns around, Whitecloud breaks the Kendo Stick in half over Seraphis’ face. Seraphis drops down to the mat, blood leaks out from his face on the mat.

Maverick: You gotta be shitting me!

Diablo: Seraphis looks so pretty in red.

Seraphis starts to stir back to his feet, the bridge of his nose is split with a hellacious gash. Whitecloud grabs Seraphis and set’s him up in a suplex, Whitecloud tries to lift him but Seraphis latches a leg around Whitecloud's. Seraphis hits Whitecloud in the gut and lifts him up and drops him forward in a front suplex. Both men lay motionless.

Diablo: Their’s no countout in this “Now Bend Over” Match except when your ass hits the outside.

Whitecloud stirs a bit. Seraphis still lies motionless. Whitecloud stands back up and shakes off the haze. Whitecloud picks up a limp Seraphis.

Diablo: Well Seraphis hurt himself more with that move than Whitecloud.

Whitecloud hooks Seraphis’ arms up into a Underhook Suplex. Seraphis in an instant his body comes to life and flips Whitecloud over his back in the air crashing to the mat. Seraphis stands wearily with his crimson mask. Seraphis drops back against the ropes catching his breathe. Whitecloud staggers back to his feet holding his back. Seraphis bounces himself off of the ropes and runs at Whitecloud, Whitecloud ducks behind, as Seraphis comes back from the other rope, Whitecloud hits him with a short arm clothesline, Whitecloud picks him back up and performs a Standing Vertical Suplex into a swinging Bookend.

Maverick: Tomahawk Drop!

Whitecloud drags him back to his feet and bends over Seraphis and kicks Seraphis right square in his ass sending him through the second rope to the mat. Lowrider starts the count.

Lowrider:1…2…3…4…5…6…7…8…9

Maverick: TEN!!!!

Harrison: Here is your winner of the “Now Bend Over” Match….WHITECLOUD!!!!

Corey Ramirez pulls up outside the Trump Taj Mahal. As he steps out of his 2005 Mustang GT. A few fans standing outside the building start yelling at him.

Male Fan: Look it’s that fool drug addict. You ready to get your ass whipped by Ridge!

Corey closes his door and lights a cigarette.

Corey: Since when have I shown I give a fuck about the fans opinions?

Corey starts walking towards the backstage door. He stops and looks over as a group of fans wearing Don’t Give Drug’s to Corey T-shirts start surrounding him.

Female Fan: Fucking Coke Head!

Corey: Bitch! I’m “ The Cocaine King “.

Male Fan: Your nothing but a loser. The only place for your kind is in a rehab center or prison with the rest of the scum!

Corey: Well, something’s are better off unsaid, but personally I’d love to see a bullet hole in your head.

The fan gasps at the remark.

Male Fan: Junkie! Junkie! Junkie!

The fan starts hyping up the crowd and pretty soon they all erupt into chants of Junkie, Junkie, Junkie!! They throw up middle fingers at him. Corey starts laughing then turns serious.

Corey: HEY!

Chants die down to silence.

Corey: FUCK Y’ALL.

Corey spits in a crowd members face and rips the Don’t Give Drugs To Corey T-Shirt off his back. He takes the shirt and waives in front of fans than pulls out a zippo lighter and sets it ablaze. Corey takes a drag off his cigarette and flicks into the face of one of the fans. Crowd gets enraged and rush at Corey throwing objects at him even shoes. Corey goes for the backstage door the fans grab him and drag him away from it. One woman maces Corey in his eyes. Corey struggles to his feet and pushes the lady out of his way rubbing his eyes. Corey runs back to the backstage door as objects smack off the building and hit Corey. He opens the door quickly and slams the door shut. Fans bust out into chants again.

Fans: Junkie! Junkie! Junkie!

Corey starts walking to his locker room. He wipes some of a chocolate shake off his shoulder from a fan throwing it at him. Then brushes the rest of himself off. He leans his ear against the door and listens to the crowds chants. Corey busts up laughing and walks to his locker room rubbing his eyes from the mace still giggling.

As the lights dim, "Better Now" by Collective Soul begins to play over the sound system.

Harrison: The following match is the Foreplay Main Event and is a Show Us Your Tits match! On the way to the ring….Rose Carter!!

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

Harrison: And her opponent, she hails from Austin, Texas....”The Southern Slut” Annabelle Lee!!

The lights dim, "2x4" by Metallica hits, spotlights flash on and off about the arena to the beat of the music. As the song kicks off, Annabelle walks out wearing denim short-shorts, black boots/knee pads, and a black wife beater. She adjusts her black elbow pads, and pulls a pair of sparring gloves from her back pocket and slips those on. She looks around, bewildered in a very cheesy way, and then looks as though she's remembered what she's forgotten. Anna heads to the back, and returns with a 2x4. The crowd cheers as she holds it up in the air and begins to head down the ramp, as her ponytail swings back and forth. Anna reaches the ring, and slides in. She strides over to the left corner, and climbs up onto the second rope holding the weapon high in the air. The fans cheer as she steps down and sets the wooden 2x4 on the side of the ring under the corner. She shadow boxes as she awaits the bell to ring, her music ends.

Maverick: The bell rings and the fore playing before the Scandalous storm is coming to a peak as Annabelle Lee and Rose Carter battle in this show me your tits match!

Diablo: This my friends is what the fuck I'm talking about.

Annabelle and Rose lock up in the middle of the ring. Annabelle pulls at Carter's hair and hits a Snap mare for the takedown. Rose starts to get to her feet, before she can Annabelle bounces off the ropes and kicks Rose in her face. Rose falls back to the mat. Annabelle drags rose to her feet and sets her up for a DDT, but Carter counters with a quick kick to the gut. Rose runs past Annabelle into the ropes, comes back and hits a running bulldog on Annabelle. Carter drags Lee to her feet and hits a nice DDT and sends Lee's head smashing into the mat. Carter then climbs to the top turnbuckle and taunts the crowd, but Annabelle runs over and pushes Rose off the turnbuckle and to the outside of the ring. Annabelle then walks over to her corner and grabs her 2x4. She makes her way over to Carter and swings the 2x4 at Carter and connects with a shot to the back. Rose drops to her knees clutching the barrier. Annabelle goes for another 2x4 shot, but Rose grabs a fans beer and throws it in the face of Annabelle and makes her miss with the 2x4.

Maverick: Nice thinking on her feet right there by Rose. She saved her life with that move.

Diablo: That ain't right though, you know how much beer is in a place like this. They should give Rose the DQ right now, alcohol abuse should not be tolerated!

Rose quickly gets up and delivers a series of forearms smashes to the face of Annabelle. Then she throws her over the barrier into the crowd, scattering the crowd. Rose leaps over the barrier. She lifts up Annabelle an sets her up in a Fireman’s Carry then into a flap jack on the concrete floor. Rose rolls her face side up and grabs at her wife beater trying to rip it off. Annabelle reaches up and pulls Rose’s head down by her hair and tags her in the face a couple times breaking up her hold on her.

Diablo: You got to be fucking kidding me, I thought for sure we were about to see Annabelle's tits!!

Annabelle gets to her feet and hits a Super kick knocking Rose to the floor. Annabelle drags Carter to her feet and tosses her back over the barrier. She picks up her 2x4 and climbs up into the ring with the 2x4, she climbs the turnbuckle she leaps off the turnbuckle, and as Rose gets to her feet and catches the 2x4 with her face. Annabelle teases the crowd and plays off their emotion. Carter slowly tries to get to her feet, but as she does Annabelle runs over nails Carter with the "Pitch Fork".

Diablo: Annabelle nails her with the big boot, a move she likes to call the Pitch Fork!

Maverick: I don't know about a pitch fork, but I'm starting to pitch a tent over here.

Annabelle straddles Rose Carter as if she were about to ride her. Annabelle bites into Rose's black leather top and with her teeth rips off her top and exposes Rose's tits.

Diablo: I see some tittays!!

Annabelle strips off Rose’s leather shorts exposing her panties. Rose tries to cover herself up. Rose rolls over covering herself up with her back to Annabelle. Annabelle locks her arms in a full nelson and lifts her up off the mat. Annabelle while holding Rose in a Full Nelson bounces her titties up and down for the cameras and fans.

Maverick: Damn! I don’t just see tits, I think we got the whole package!

Diablo: There's no way we'll see Rose Carter for at least a week after this!

Harrison: Here is your winner of the Show Us Your Tits match...Annabelle Lee!

Maverick: If this is Foreplay bring on Scandalous!

The scene opens in front of a large "Scandalous" logo. We see Sancho Vargas standing with a microphone in his hand with Miss Perfect standing beside him. The Deity seems ready for work with her wrestling attire already intact. She crosses her arms in front of her chest and stares at the witty backstage interviewer.

Sancho Vargas: Miss Perfect, you have a match against CMW legend Rayne Phoenix tonight. Are there any last moment words you'd like to say about your opponent?

Miss Perfect: Last moment words? I've said everything there is to say aboot Rayne Phoenix and his crazy ass. However, if he's considered a CMW legend, than he must've been contributing to the cause of CMW's demise. Not that I have anything against the company, but Rayne Phoenix is a loser.

Sancho Vargas: What about you and Jeremy? Some are even calling you the hottest couple in the business. Are you two serious about this relationship?

Miss Perfect: What goes on in my personal life has nothing to do with you Poncho! Or whatever the hell your mexican name is.

Sancho: Who says I'-

Miss Perfect: YOU'RE ALL MEXICANS! Anyways, I don't play the "date someone to get attention" game. If I'm in a relationship, it's a serious one. Unfortunately that's the reason I hate mixing business with pleasure. Someone always gets hurt.

Sancho: Are you saying that you'll leave Jeremy?

Miss Perfect: Of course not. To chance the subject, Rayne Phoenix is aboot to taste the end of my pretty little boots. Now If you'll excuse me I've got a job to do.

Sancho: Right.

MP stares at Sancho one last time before walking away. The camera closes in on Sancho shaking his head as the scene cuts.
 

Diablo: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to Uncensored Wrestling Entertainment. Welcome to our second pay-per-view extravaganza! Welcome…to Scandalous! Alongside Bill Maverick, I’m Diablo. We’ve got one hell of a lineup for tonight, something that should go down in UWE’s relatively short history as one of the best shows yet.

Maverick: You’re right about at least one thing tonight…way to go! Yes, indeed, Diablo, the card is stacked from top to bottom tonight. We’ve got debuts, we’ve got title defenses, and we’ve got an overall “big show” feel to tonight’s proceedings.

Diablo: You couldn’t be more right on that one. Of course, the biggest match on the card is the main event which sees the NC-17 champion “Infamous” Jeremy Diaz taking on newcomer to UWE if not the wrestling world, Jake Matthews in an Insanity Cage match where to win, you have to survive the triple cage and retrieve whatever contents are inside the safe suspended above a ladder on the top of the cages…it’s crazy!

Maverick: That’s why it’s called the Insanity Cage match, Diablo.

Diablo: Right…anyway, Lowrider is in the ring with Harrison…let’s get this thing going. Let’s get Scandalous!

Harrison: The contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first: hailing from Death Valley, standing six feet and 10 inches tall, and weighing in at 328 lbs………Priest!

“Passive” by A Perfect Circle hits the PA system. As Priest steps onto the stage, the crowd gives him a mixed reaction. Stopping in the middle of the ramp, Priest glares into the crowd with a sinister smile. As the opening guitar riffs start to kick in, the lights in the arena flicker on and off as flaming pyros go off. After a couple seconds, Priest twists his neck to crack his spine and heads down the ramp. Once he gets to the ring, he removes his black sunglasses and taunts tossing them into the crowd, but doesn't. He sees a child walks over to him, and acts like he's going to give it to him. But instead of giving them to the child, he drops them to the floor and stomps on them.

Diablo: I’ve heard nothing but nasty about this guy from the other places he’s worked. He can get the job done inside the ring.

Maverick: Did you see what he did to that kid? HA! I love it!

Harrison: And his opponent…

The lights in the arena flicker for a brief moment and then go out all together. Complete darkness surrounds the arena except for the dim light from those holding their lighters in the air. "All Eyes On Me" by Tupac begins to play over the sound system and a huge flash of light engulfs the stage. A strobe light begins and standing the entranceway is The Ghetto Golden Child hyping himself up by hopping up and down.

Harrison: …from Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 255 lbs…Jamal Brooks, the Ghetto Golden Child!

Brooks makes his way to the ring jawing with a few fans on the way. Once at ringside he rolls inside and ascends a turn buckle crossing his arms in a pose.

Diablo: And this man’s reputation precedes him as well. Jamal Brooks is a brawler, someone who has no remorse inside the squared circle.

Maverick: Two contrasting styles, and yet eerily similar all the same in this match up. But my man J-Breezy will win this one!

Diablo: J-whaty?

Maverick: J-Breezy! Pay attention! The match is starting.

The bell rings and after staring each other down for a second, Brooks and Priest lock into a collar and elbow tie up. There is a slight push from Brooks, but Priest’s weight and strength prevail as he sends Brooks rolling across the ring into a corner.

Diablo: Big time power display by Priest.

Brooks looks a tiny bit shocked at first, but that is quickly replaced by anger. He goes back to the same tie up, and the same result occurs, he is on his back in a corner. Thinking the third time is the charm, he immediately gets back to his feet and heads back toward Priest. Priest sighs and brings his arms up a third time. Brooks does the same, but instead of locking up his gives Priest a quick shot to the gut with the toe of his boot.

Maverick: That’s great! That’s what you’ve gotta do!

Brooks smiles broadly and grabs hold of Priest’s hair. He pulls Priest’s head back and gives him a stiff punch to the jaw. Priest falls backward, stunned by the shot. Brooks follows up immediately and stomps Priest a few times before pulling Priest back to his feet. Brooks hooks Priest’s head under his arm and shows off his power by launching Priest up over his head with a suplex.

Diablo: Big time power from The Ghetto Golden Child. Priest weighs over 300 pounds and Brooks just lifted him up like it was no big deal!

Brooks slows down the pace a bit, feeling he’s firmly in control. He stomps Priest once and then pulls him back up.

Diablo: Each kick might not seem like much at the time, but they add up over the course of a match.

Brooks irish whips Priest off the ropes and catches him with a spinebuster on the return trip.

Diablo: Ooh! Spinebuster! Priest is in trouble here.

Brooks laughs out loud and drags Priest a touch closer to the turnbuckle. He climbs up and taunts Priest from up top briefly before leaping off with his leg pointed straight at Priest’s throat.

Diablo: Ghetto Plunge time!

Priest sits up at the last second and Brooks gets a bruised tailbone instead of a pinfall for his troubles. Priest gets to his feet as Brooks is wincing in pain from the missed finisher.

Maverick: Too early for that. When are these guys going to learn?

Priest stalks Brooks for a second before driving a big boot right into the side of Brooks’ head. Brooks falls back to the mat from his hands and knees. Priest drags Brooks up and delivers a thunderous right hook to his jaw. Leaning backward from the shot, Brooks’ midsection is completely exposed and stretched out. Priest laces a left hook into Brooks’ ribcage, driving the air right out of him. Priest continues a little bit of back and forth, hitting Brooks’ jaw and then stomach, for a few more seconds. After the most recent kidney punch, Priest levels Brooks with a short-arm clothesline.

Diablo: Brooks is in trouble now. Priest is firmly in control after that exchange.

Maverick: What exchange is that? The exchange between Priest’s fists and Brooks’ torso? Kind of one-sided if you ask me.

Priest heads over to Brooks and pulls him up. Priest hooks Brooks and brings him up into a vertical suplex position and then stalls for a few moments to let the blood rush to Brooks’ head.

Diablo: A taste of his own medicine for Jamal Brooks. Look at how long Priest has him held up there!

Priest eventually brings him down, but instead of carrying him over onto Brooks’ back, he drops him square on his head.

Maverick: Brainbuster! Yes!

Diablo: Weren’t you rooting for your J-Windy before?

Maverick: It’s J-Breezy, and I just like people getting beat up.

Priest grabs Diablo’s arm and drags him to the turnbuckle. He pulls Brooks to his feet and ascends the turnbuckle while still holding onto Brooks’ arm. He walks out to the center of the ropes between the turnbuckles and comes down hard with a forearm shot to Brooks’ head.

Diablo: Death From Above! It should be over soon for The Ghetto Golden Child.

Priest methodically goes over to where Brooks is barely twitching. He pulls him up to his feet for what should be one last time. He stands Brooks up, and Brooks is barely able to maintain balance at this point. Priest sticks his hand back and brings it forward, latching onto Brooks’ throat. He raises Brooks up, and brings him back down with ferocity.

Diablo: Priest Slam! In frank, that’s gotta be it.

At this moment, Ghetto Golden Child’s running buddy Jose runs down to ringside. Lowrider isn’t having any of that shit, though, and as Jose jumps up onto the apron, Lowrider knocks him back down with a right hand. As Lowrider is standing there yelling at Jose, GGC’s other pal BuckWild has come through the crowd and to the ring. He grabs the ringbell from the timekeeper’s table and slides under the ring. Priest doesn’t see him as he’s pulling Brooks up for the Priest Driver. BuckWild launches himself at Priest, ringbell in hand. He connects with the back of Priest’s head and causes him to fall over limp. He drags Brooks over Priest’s fallen form and gets out of the ring. On cue, Jose takes off back up the entrance way allowing Lowrider to get back to the action.

Diablo: Not like this! Come on!

Maverick: Actually, exactly like this!

Lowrider counts 1…2…3!!

To keep up the ruse, BuckWild rings the timekeeper’s bell for him.

Harrison: The winner of this match, The Ghetto Golden Child: Jamal Brooks!

Brooks rolls out of the ring somehow and BuckWild collects him and helps him back up the ramp. Priest sits up as BuckWild and the Ghetto Golden Child are halfway up the ramp. They see this on the big screen and turn around. Priest doesn’t even finish getting up and instead stares down the both of them. He brings his right hand up and points at the duo while dragging his left thumb across his throat.

Diablo: A message sent from Priest, but it doesn’t change the fact that Jamal Brooks is the victor in this opening match of Scandalous.

Once the ring is cleared, the arena goes dark and spotlights hit the stage as "Still" by the Geto Boyz hits the speakers. The fans go nuts as Jeremy Diaz comes walking down the aisle clad in his wrestling attire with the X-Net World Heavyweight Title around his waist and the UWE Primo Title on his left shoulder and the UWE NC-17 Title on his right shoulder. He enters the ring via steel steps and poses on all four turnbuckles to a blinding surge of camera flashes. He then hops down and gets a microphone.

Diaz: HEY!!! HEY!!! HEY!!!

The crowd goes nuts as an "In-Fa-Mous" chant strikes up.

Diaz: I came out here today to say a few things. Firstly Sugar Shane Perry. I hear rumours that you're high tailing it back to NLCW. I told your fatherless bastard ass that you couldn't hang with the big boys. I guess now you can go to NLCW where they actually believe your soft ass is a gangster and your raps are true. Weak piece of shit.

The crowd starts a "Sugar-Less" chant.

Diaz: You know, all week long I've heard all the buzz about me snatching the UWE Primo Title from JXD. Actually, that was just the voices in my head because everyone thinks me snatching the belt from JXD was the best thing to happen to this title. However, I am not a thief, so I spoke with Spyder Gainey about this Primo Title. And he decided that next week on Climax it will be Jeremy Diaz against JXD for the UWE Primo Championship!!! And no worries JXD, I'll leave this title with Spyder Gainey the second I walk back to the lockers so that you can enjoy your last precious moments with it.

The fans begin to cheer Jeremy.

Diaz: This promotion needs a Primo Champion it can be proud of. Someone who isn't a weekly jobber like you. But all of that brings us to the UWE NC-17 Championship. A title that I have made the most prestigious belt in the UWE. And now, I will pass it off because I spoke to Spyder Gainey on another topic as well. So tonight, live from the Casino floor it will be Corey Ramirez versus Snake Ridge for the UWE NC-17 CHAMPIONSHIP!!! Now let me go see can I find somebody...

Once again, "Still" by the Geto Boyz hits the speakers and Diaz leaves the ring. As he steps oout of the spotlights...

Like clockwork "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine hits the PA system and BullRush walks out on the entrance ramp. He stands at the top of the ramp with his head held down. He raises his arms and lightning like pyro lasers shoot down towards him. He slowly raises his hands up then shoots them outward as more pyro flashes and his theme song kicks in full effect.

Harrison: This match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first he hails to you from Pensocola, Florida, weighing in tonight at 265 pounds, “ The Beast from the East” BULLRUSH!!

As he makes his way to ringside he swings his arms and throws a few punches. Then he enters the ring and climbs one turnbuckle, plays to the crowd, hops down and waits for the match to start.

The lights cut in the arena. The big screen comes to life as the speakers kick in. The opening guitar riffs of "Welcome to the Jungle" by Guns 'N Roses stream from the sound system. As the guitar gets louder, the lights slowly come back up.

Harrison: And his opponent coming to you from Funk, Nebraska, he weighs in at 238 pounds, “The Edge” JARED MASORI!!!!

As the first verse of the song starts, there is an explosion of pyro from all around the stage. "The Edge" Jared Masori, flashing an arrogant grin, emerges from backstage and the boos begin to pour down from the crowd. Masori laughs at the fans' response and proceeds to the ring.

Maverick: Match bell ring’s starting this match out.

Diablo: Jared getting things started with a spinning heel kick right to the jaw of Bullrush.

Jared sits down on top of Bullrush’s chest and grabs him by his hair and starts giving full swing punches to his face, with each blow you hear the thud of Bullrush’s head smacking off the mat. Jared hops off of him after about 5 blows to his face. Bullrush sits up and checks his face and starts getting to his feet. He stands up to with his back to Jared trying to shake off the punches. Jared moves in like an animal stalking his prey. Bullrush turns around and catches a boot to his gut. Then Jared hits a Tiger Suplex on Bullrush. Jared leaps to the outside of the ring on the mat. Bullrush starts making it to his feet as he turns around, Jared jumps onto the top rope and hits a springboard dropkick on Bullrush.

Maverick: Man, Jared is showing a lot of offense.

Diablo: Well after his loss last week I’m sure he’s pretty determined to pull this one off.

Jared starts to pick up Bullrush, Bullrush still bent over hits and elbow to Jared’s gut, Jared takes his elbow and smashes it off Bullrush’s head sending him back to the mat. Jared picks him back up this time with no problem and hooks Bullrush’s leg and pulls off a Fisherman Suplex into a pin. Lowrider starts the count. 1…2…kick out.

Diablo: Jared don’t look happy at all.

Maverick: Neither does Bullrush.

Jared steps back again and kneels down waiting for Bullrush to get back up to his feet. Bullrush steps back up, Jared charges at him, Bullrush counters it with an elbow to Jared faces knocking him back. Bullrush walks up and starts hitting Jared with forearms across his back till Jared drops to a knee. Bullrush lifts him up on his shoulder and drops him in a half nelson slam. Bullrush stands up and climbs the turnbuckles and starts taunting the fans.

Diablo: Look at that guy…got one move in and he turns his back on “The Edge”!

Jared gets back to his feet. Bullrush turns his attention back to him he leaps off the rope and hits a axe handle smash on Jared knocking him back against the ropes. Bullrush grabs him and whips him off the ropes across the ring. Bullrush catches Jared with a clothesline on his way back. Bullrush drags Jared to the corner and starts stomping him against the bottom turnbuckle. Bullrush steps back and runs forward for a knee smash in the corner, Jared rolls out of the ring and Bullrush misses and just runs into the turnbuckles.

Maverick: Jared outsmarting the Bull there.

Diablo: Definitely, the man knows how to stay on his feet.

Bullrush leans over the rope and starts yelling at Jared. Jared jumps on the side of the mat and grabs Bullrush by his head and bring his throat down on the third rope bouncing him off it and back onto the mat. Jared slides back in the ring into the ring with a steel chair in hand. He clamps Bullrush’s leg in it and leaps into the air and slams his feet down on it.

Maverick: Listen to Bullrush scream!

Diablo: What is his mommy in the crowd?

Jared grabs the chair and tosses it out of the ring. He then locks Bullrush into a Boston Crab tearing more at his legs. After a few moments Jared lets him out of the holding. Jared grabs his leg and lifts it up and smashes it against the mat. Jared goes and grabs his legs again but Bullrush pushes him away. Bullrush gets to his feet and hits Jared with a Fall Away Slam. Bullrush picks him back up by his hair and sets him up in a Powerbomb, as he lifts him up, Jared counters it with a Hurricanrana sending him back to the mat. Jared picks Bullrush back up and performs a belly-to-belly suplex on him. Jared grabs Bullrush leg and lifts it up and kicks his leg causing Bullrush to roll in pain holding his leg still hurting from the chair. Jared lifts him up and whips him into the ropes and hits Bullrush with a standing drop kick. Bullrush gets back up and goes running at Jared, Jared counters with a drop toe hold, and rolls over into an STF.

Diablo: THE ADVANTAGE!!

Bullrush struggles to get out of the submission. Bulrush tries to reach the ropes, Jared tightens the grip onto Bullrush causing him to yell out in pain once more.

Maverick: Definitely not looking good for “The Beast from the East”.

Diablo: This is where that chair move to Bullrush’s leg comes into play.

Bullrush reaches for the ropes once more. Jared lays back on the pressure even harder. Bullrush balls his hand up into a fist and finally can’t take it anymore and taps out.

Diablo: It’s over! Match Bell rang. Jared made the Beast tap out!

Harrison: And here is your winner by way of submission, JARED MASORI!!!

The cameras fade backstage in the locker room of Jeremy Diaz as he and Miss Perfect both stretch and prepare for their respective matches. The two look as if they haven't said a word to each other the entire time.

Jeremy Diaz: So are you going to speak to me?

MP doesn't respond to Jeremy who begins to get mad. He just walks over and grabs him and shoves her against the door.

Jeremy Diaz: WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR FUCKING PROBLEM!?!?!?!?

Miss Perfect: I LOVE YOU!!!

Diaz: Huh?

Jeremy has his hands on MP's arms and she smacks his hands away and shoves him back.

Miss Perfect: Huh? All you can say is huh? Fuck you then.

She shoves him again and leaves the locker room in a rage.

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

Harrison: This next bout is a clockwork orange evening gown match. Introducing first, from Toronto Ontario…Miss Perfect! 

The lights dim as "Drama" by L7 starts up and the crowd gives a chorus of boos. Latrisha walks out a beautiful crimson red evening gown with matching elbow pads and boots. She walks slowly down the ramp, with her face fixated on the ring.. As she slides underneath the rope she walks to the other side of the ring and stands on the middle rope, taunting the crowd with a big kiss...She walks to the corner and sits up on the top turnbuckle, awaiting her match to begin. 

Harrison: And her opponent… 

“I Feel Pretty” by Sarah Vaughan explodes from the speakers and the crowd busts out laughing and pointing.  

Harrison: From New Orleans, Louisiana…Rayne PHOENIX!! 

Rayne enters the arena in a white evening gown, a top hat and a pimp cane. His eyelashes are longer than Miss Perfect’s and his make-up is flawless.  

Maverick: You have GOT to be shittin’ me! 

Diablo: Now I’ve seen it all!! 

Rayne makes his way to ringside slowly, keeping his eyes on Miss. Perfect, he slides into the ring under the bottom rope as Lowrider calls for the bell.  Miss Perfect moves in fast with a hard kick to the back of Rayne’s head. She follows it with two more hard shots to the back of his head, then pulls him up backing him into the ropes. With an Irish whip, she sends him for the ride. 

Diablo: Beautiful arm drag takedown right there. 

Maverick: And perfectly executed. 

She holds onto the armbar as Rayne makes it to his feet. He uses his free arm to nail a one armed scoop bodyslam. Miss Perfect holds on tight and as she hits the mat, she takes the bump and lands another arm drag takeover and still has that armbar locked in tight. Once again he makes it up to his feet with her armbar still applied, this time it is Rayne who whips her to the far side ropes with an Irish whip.  

Diablo: Big shoulder block right there by Rayne, Miss Perfect hits the mat hard.  

Rayne grabs his Miss Perfect for an unprettier then he runs up the nearest turnbuckle and spins and nails an inverted unprettier from mid air on his way down bouncing his opponent’s head with huge force off the mat! 

Maverick: Holy shit! Did you see that? 

Diablo: That’s Acid Rayne and he’s finished off many opponents with that move right there! 

Maverick: He’s got her by the hem of her dress, Rayne Phoenix going for a fast win here tonight…and suddenly I find myself rooting for him! 

Diablo: I think Annabelle Lee spoiled you earlier tonight! 

Maverick: It was her birthday…but she gave Uncensored the gift! 

Miss Perfect spins on her back and takes Rayne down with a drop toe hold, his face impacts with the bottom turnbuckle! She grabs him hard around the waist, snatching him upright and holding on, quickly lifting him up and nailing a belly to back suplex! She makes it to her feet first, and as Rayne tries to get up, she locks in the inverted facelock and fluidly nails her swinging neckbreaker! 

Diablo: EH!! 

Maverick: Eh? 

Diablo: Shut the hell up and watch the match.  

Miss Perfect tears at Rayne’s dress violently and exposes a shoulder before he rolls out of the ring. Stumbling like a drunk and trying to walk it off, Miss Perfect nails him from behind with a running bulldog! She planted his face hard on the concrete floor at ringside. She rolls back into the ring and is quickly up on the middle rope taunting the crowd and blowing them kisses. Behind her, Rayne pulls himself up with the ring apron and rolls back in. 

Diablo: His nose and mouth are busted wide open!

Rayne grabs the waistline of her dress and pulls, shredding it! Her gown gives at the waist and he pulls her down off of the turnbuckles hard down flat on her back. He tugs and yanks, ripping the dress in half and revealing that Miss Perfect was wearing no panties. Just a jock strap and a cup, same as last week. This got everyone off of their asses and those flashbulbs popping! 

Maverick: Now THAT’S perfect! 

Rayne holds it up and turns to Lowrider who only shakes his head, and with a swift motion of his hand, encourages Rayne to continue. Before he can, Miss Perfect lands a low blow that drops him to his knees. She moved around him quickly locking him up for a vertical suplex, pulling him up to his feet though, it was the snap suplex that she landed. Miss Perfect began to head up top. 

Diablo: There is no denying her toughness and tenacity. 

Maverick: I still want her to lose! 

As Rayne began to move to his feet, Miss Perfect jumped and hit him hard with a corkscrew body press! With rayne flat on his back, Miss Perfect grabbed the hem of his dress and pulled it up over his head in one quick fluid motion! Immediately  Lowrider called for the bell!! 

Harrison: And your winner…Miss Perfect! 

As Low raised her arm up in victory, she snatched it away, slid out of the ring and grabbed a steel chair. Sliding back in, Lowrider handed her the handcuffs. She pulled Rayne up, all he wore was a baggy pair of boxers and his make-up. She sat him down in the chair and handcuffed his hands behind him and forced his head towards the big screen. 

Just then barely censored images of Jeremy Diaz going down on her was seen by all. Miss Perfect called for a microphone. Meanwhile up on the big screen, she was getting closer, the grip on the back on Diaz’s head tightened… 

Miss Perfect: Do you see this Rayne? THAT….is what I expect for a man to do for me! Not put on a dress and attempt to fight me!! 

By now her legs were wrapped tightly around Diaz’s neck, she had a deathgrip on him and was moaning loudly. 

Miss Perfect: Rayne, poor little Rayne. Look at how pathetic you are. I told you this would happen, but you didn't want to listen to the Deity. Now you're sitting there in the middle of the ring wondering what the hell happened. You can't beat Miss Perfect and you never will! This entire match was little more than extra money in my pocket. I'm thankful for having an easy night off… 

She is interrupted as "Still" by the Geto Boyz hits the speakers and the fans go nuts as Jeremy Diaz walking down the aisle and enters the ring and offers her his coat to cover herself with then asks for her mic.

Diaz: Latrisha, in the back before this match, you told me you loved me. All week long you have been acting like something was wrong with you and I noticed how your behavior was a little wierd. I honestly had no clue that this was the case.

Jeremy begins to pace back and forth as Miss Perfect just watches him and listens.

Diaz: Latrisha, I've loved you since that first night at the club and just didn't know how to tell you. I guess I was just-

Miss Perfect jumps into Jeremy's arms as the crowd goes nuts. The two begin to make out as the fans erupt in the arena.

Diablo: How cheesy.

Maverick: No shit man!

Spyder Gainey sits in his private locker room as Jasmine is on her knees in front of him, taping his fists. A knock is heard at the door and then it is opened as Spyder stands up, looking ready to fight. He smirks and then sits back down as Sykotic walks into frame. He is dressed in his ring attire and ready for action.

Spyder: What brings you here, big man?

Sykotic: Just a little business.

Sykotic crosses his arms.

Spyder: Oh yeah? What kind of business?

Sykotic: Cum Stain.

Spyder nods.

Spyder: Sugarless is pissing you off, eh?

Sykotic: Yeah, he is.

Spyder nods and stands as Jasmine finishes taping his fists. Jasmine stands up as well and then walks over to the leather couch and sits down. Spyder leans against the wall, crossing his arms.

Spyder: Well, I guess I owe you for taking care of Layne, so what can I do you for?

Sykotic smirks.

Sykotic: Yeah, I want my match with the chump to be a "Now Bend Over" match.

Spyder looks intrigued.

Spyder: Alright, tell me why though.

Sykotic: You and I both know that I'm going to break him tonight. You and I both know that I will bring a wrecking ball of pain down onto his world and that-

Spyder: Hold on, I didn't ask for a promo, I asked what you want the match for.

Sykotic smirks and nods.

Sykotic: Basically, at the end of the night, he won't be able to walk out of Uncensored, much less the Taj Mahal.

Spyder nods.

Spyder: So you don't want him here, you're going to cripple him.

Sykotic nods.

Spyder: ... And I don't want to be signing disability checks... so you know what? Fine, you got your stip...

Sykotic smiles and then shakes Spyder's hand before exiting the room, the scene fading to black.

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

Harrison: This next bout is for one fall and is the UWE exclusive…’NOW BEND OVER’ Match!! 

The pyros go off with '#1' by Nelly playing in the background. Then he appears from the curtain and he jumps up and down on the stage with the fans cheering. Then he walks down the ramp raising his arms up and down trying to pump up the crowd. 

Harrison: Ladies and Gentlemen…from Australia’s Gold Coast…Sugar Shane Perry!! 

Then he enters the ring, climbs a corner and raises his arms in the air with the fans cheering and chanting his name. Then he jumps down and stretches until the match begins. 

Maverick: I’ve heard nothing but great things about this young man here. 

Diablo: About this marked young man you might want to say. Wow I can’t believe what went on backstage between Syko and Spyder Gainey. I just can’t decide which one of them is making the proverbial deal with the devil! 

Maverick: It was those two fools over there! 

Maverick points over to the Spanish announce table present only at UWE pay per views where Javier Martinez sits alongside of Fortunato ‘Dirty’ Sanchez. 

Maverick: What do we need them for, you speak Spanish. 

Diablo: Well it is my first language, but I can only speak one of them at a time! And I am personally very happy to see my good friends Javi and Nato again…welcome to the big league! 

“Perfect Strangers" by Deep Purple blares over the arena as the fans rise to their feet, cheering on the legend, Sykotic. He makes his way out from the back wearing his usual ring attire as well as a black leather jacket. He stands atop the ramp for a moment, before walking down to the ring. 

Harrison: And his opponent…he weighted in tonight at 290 pounds and makes his way to the ring tonight by way of Toronto Ontario….SYKOTIC! 

He pauses in front of the apron, looking to either side before reaching for the top rope and pulling himself up onto the apron. He steps over the top rope and walks towards his designated corner, and climbs the ropes, spreading his arms across and posing for the fans. He then climbs down and turns, As Lowrider calls for the match bell. 

Diablo: And we are underway! 

Maverick: I sure hope they have an unemployment line in Toronto… 

As Low steps back out of the way, Sugar Shane and Syko move in, locking up at the collar and elbow. 

Diablo: Syko just towering over Perry! 

Syko muscles Perry back into the corner, tightening the hold, Perry releases, holding both hands up defensively and symbolically asking for a clean break. Syko releases, nailing Perry with a hard closed fist to the jaw which staggers Sugar Shane. Pulling back for another, Perry beats him to the punch and returns a right hand of his own! 

Diablo: I don’t know if Perry wants to trade blows with Syko! 

Maverick: I don’t know if Sykotic is as tough as everyone thinks… 

Almost as if answering Maverick, Syko landed a hard right hand that knocked Sugar Shane flat in the corner! In an instant, Syko had the top ropes in both hands for leverage and a size 16 boot pressed down hard on his throat! With both hands, Perry did his best to get Syko’s boot off of his throat. Syko looks over his shoulder at the ref, obviously not fully accustomed to the rules of Uncensored yet and expecting him to break up the hold, but Lowrider only encourages him…then flags down the beer man in the front row and orders a beer! 

Syko releases the hold and with a handful of hair he pulls Sugar Shane to his feet. He whips Perry across the ring so hard that Syko himself falls to his knees. Perry hits the cornerposts so hard that he fell flat on his ass again in the corner. Quick to his feet, Syko nailed a running knee square to the jaw! 

Diablo: Oh what impact! That’ll take all of the wind out of your sails! 

Syko backs up for another, but this time, Perry saw it coming, he rolled out of the ring at the last second and Syko impacted with the turnbuckles hard, taking the bump and landing flat on his back. Sugar Shane sprung up onto the ring apron and then springboarding over the top rope nailed Syko hard across the chest with a nasty elbow drop. 

Maverick: Beautiful variation of “Refund” right there folks…Sugar Shane has a leg hooked. 

Diablo: No pinfalls in this one! 

Lowrider just sips his beer and with a motion of his arm, tells Sugar Shane to get up and fight. Syko helps him put by kicking out hard and strong, sending Perry almost halfway across the ring. 

Diablo: He’s not ready to be pinned, and he’ll never be ready to bend over! This match is about nothing but humiliation and that’s right up Syko’s alley! Now, the utimate humiliation, making someone tap out or say "I Quit". Sykotic has perfected his craft for this type of match up over the years, and often challenges an opponent to such a match only when they have done something outrageously evil to Sykotic, thus making him wanting to take the level of Revenge up a couple notches, so he hears the words spew from his opponent's mouth, "I Quit". To this day, Sykotic has NEVER said those words, OR tapped out... 

Just as Syko makes it up to his feet, Perry nailed him square in the jaw with a Savate kick! 

Maverick: That’s the death penalty! Now bend him over! 

Sugar Shane turned to the crowd, trying to pump them up. As he did, the anger on Syko’s face was obvious, slowly he made it to his knees, and just as he did, Perry kicked him square in his ass!! 

Diablo: I don’t think he’s ready yet! 

Syko just looked madder and did his absolute best to no sell the kick to the ass, but Sugar Shane did it again. 

Maverick: I want to remind everyone that Syko asked for this…Hell, he begged for it! 

Instead of sending Syko out of the ring, he sent him up to one knee… 

Diablo: Now Sugar Shane is begging for it! 

Perry nailed one last boot to the ass and Syko completely no sold that shit and got to his feet. Sugar Shane was visibly astonished and nailed Syko with a hard European Uppercut that sent Syko back a step. Perry nailed a spinning mule kick to the gut, and quickly followed that with a spinning heel kick that sent Syko back into the corner. He held himself upright with the aid of the top ropes. Quickly, Sugar Shane was up on the middle ropes in front of him with a fist in the air. Suddenly the crowd was on their feet. He began laying down ten punches and the crowd counted it out for him! 

As Sugar Shane reached eight, Syko locked his hands in behind his thighs, and on nine, Syko let the bottom drop out!! 

Diablo: SNAKE EYES!! 

Syko pulls Perry up, nails him in the gut three times with hard closed fists and then readies them both for a vertical suplex. Syko held him upside down for what seemed an eternity, allowing the blood to rush to his head before nailing that vicious vertical brainbuster! 

Diablo: Death from above! Syko is in complete control now!! 

Sykotic takes a step back, allowing Perry to get to his feet. With a running start, he nails him with a hard burning lariat! 

Diablo: Now that…is ‘The Reality’ that I personally never wanna live through! 

Maverick: Jesus! Sugar Shane just lost twenty pounds! Syko took his head off! 

Syko turns to the crowd and shouts out: “WELCOME TO UNCENSORED!!!” 

And the crowd screamed it right back at him! 

“NOW BEND OVER!” 

He pulled Perry up with a handful of hair, just far enough that he was bent over and scooped him up onto his shoulders…Syko began to head for the corner… 

Maverick: What’s he doing? 

Diablo: I think I know… 

At the far side of the ringside area, Nato and Javi began speaking Spanish 900 miles an hour and pointing at Syko gets both feet up onto the bottom rope. The combined weight of both men causes the bottom rope to sag almost all the way to the mat. Syko gets his right leg up onto the middle rope. 

Diablo: Looks like Javi’s making a beer run! 

As Syko holds Sugar Shane up on his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, he gets both feet up onto the middle ropes. The crowd begins to chant “SY-KO” over and over. With his legs shaking under the strain of their weight like a de-flowered virgin right after the prom, Sykotic makes it atop the top turnbuckle, still holding Perry!  

Fortunato ‘Dirty’ Sanchez leaps the guardrail into the front row just in the nick of time. Syko leaped off of the top rope and nailed that nasty reverse death valley driver right through the Spanish announce table shattering it!! 

Syko rolls off of Perry clutching the back of his head. On his knees he made it to the ring apron and pulled himself up into the ring. Sugar Shane Perry lay motionless in the wreckage of the Spanish announce table as the crowd chanted ‘HOLY SHIT’ at a decibel level that simply rocked the arena! 

Diablo: SYKOTIC TENDENCIES!! 

Lowrider began the ten count… 

Diablo: That just made everybody’s highlight reel! You will hear about this everywhere tomorrow!! 

By five, the EMT’s had arrived and Syko was posing on the middle turnbuckle celebrating. Realizing the severity of the situation, Lowrider sped his count just a bit so that the EMT’s could do their job. At ten, he thrust Syko’s arm into the air on victory. 

Maverick: Wow two guys in two weeks! 

Diablo: So now you’re a believer? 

Harrison: And your winner….SYKOTIC!

We are taken backstage to Ridge’s locker room. He looks like he is ready for the tequila death match later on against Corey Ramirez. He looks like he already took a few shots of tequila, his speech is a bit slurred when he talks and he is slouched over a bit.

Ridge: Well Corey, here we are. Just moments away from trying to kill each other. And I know right now there are two questions circling through your head right now. The first one is, where can I get my drug fix? And the other one. Why did it all come to this? What led to me attacking you during my debut for the company? What led to me having you arrested? What led to me using the "pin head" mask on you and making you believe your girl to be a crack whore? What led me to desecrating your mothers grave?

I would like to say that it was all for fun, and I'll admit I had a whole lot of fun, especially seeing the look on your face when I showed you the photo of me and Nikki. But the real reason was money. In the wrestling business, if you want to make money off a match, you make it so that people want to see your match, and after all the stuff I did, I did it to get peoples attention. So this is a match people want to see. They hate the both of us Corey, they want to see one of us kill the other. And after all the trouble I went through, you sure as hell better believe that I'm not going to lose the money match.

Diablo: Next up we have a street fight between Spyder and Michael Mordrid an-

Maverick: They’ve started already on the boardwalk, luckily Patty Houlihan is on the scene.

Diablo: Oh good grief! I'm just hoping he'll be sober!

The cameras flicker to the boardwalk, Spyder is already pummelling down on Mordrid with vicious right hands to the face, Mordrid’s face a crimson mask as Spyder drags him to his feet, then throws him a good 9 yards into the wall, Mordrid crumpling in half like an accordian. From the sides, Patty is seen with his microphone, his speech slightly slurred.

Patty: They’ve been fighting for a minute, I say fight loosely, Spyder’s just turned Mordrid into a punch bag!

Spyder walks over to Mordrid, dragging him up again and claps a hand around the throat, lifting the smaller man into the air and slams him back first into the wall, then slams him into the wall a second time. Spyder looks at the alleyway and throws Mordrid into a garbage can, garbage spilling from the can as Spyder picks it up, introducing the bottom of the can to Mordrid’s already swollen face, the blood dripping onto the concrete like a water faucet.

Patty: And Mordrid is going to need swift medical treatment after this contest, simply to start giving his face time to heal before it is rebuilt.

Spyder drops the trashcan and drags Mordrid back into the street by the hair. Spyder drags the much smaller man up and throws him into the air. As Mordrid comes back down, Spyder catches him with the Gravity Bong, the small crowd which had started to gather winced in pain at the crack which was heard.

Patty: I think… Mordrid might be uninsurable now, or need a funeral director. I hear they can reconstruct faces we-

Patty was cut off mid word as Spyder signals, pulling up the limp Mordrid by the throat, punching into the air as he grips Mordrid by the neck with both hands, lifting him into the air and nailing the double handed choke slam he calls The High Life. Rather than break the grip and go for the pin, Spyder kept his grip on Mordrid’s neck and pulled him back to his feet, lifting him into the air and hitting The High Life for a second time. Maintaining his grip around Mordrid’s throat, Spyder pulled him up again, hitting The High Life for a third time in succession.

Patty: That’s three! But he’s still got the grip on!

Spyder hauled Mordrid up for the fourth time, looked over at a telephone box and hit The High Life for the fourth time through the glass. Keeping the grip, Spyder pulls Mordrid to his feet and hit The High Life onto the glass. Spyder rested two fingers on Mordrid’s chest, Lowrider slapped out the three. The crowd outside let out a cheer as Spyder got to his feet, raising his arms in triumph, Lowrider attempted to raise Spyder’s arm, but gave up after a few attempts. Spyder turned to Mordrid, picking up the limp form and dragged it towards a waiting garbage truck. Spyder laughed as he press slammed Mordrid into the garbage as the truck pulled away. The camera cuts back to inside the arena, Harrison has the microphone.

Harrison: Ladies and Gentlemen, the winner of this contest by pinfall... and taking out the trash...the sophisticated...well dressed...filthy rich and slightly notorious pimp of THIS federation...SPYDER GAINEY!
 

The screen flickers into life into a holding cell in a Detroit jail, the timestamp displayed on the screen shows the tape to have been filmed on Monday. The camera focuses on the single inmate in the cell, his body scrunched up into a ball on the bunk. Off screen the sound of a barred door sliding open is heard, followed by echoing footsteps, which all come to a stop outside the bars, followed by the voice of the guard.

Guard: Ok sweetheart, he’s in a mood so you have 5 minutes!

Woman: I’ll take as long as I want! And sweetheart this!

The camera pans in time to see Alexandrea, JXD’s fiancé giving the guard the finger, then pushes him aside as she steps into the cell. The guard offers only a token protest before he catches the gaze of the second woman who had walked into the holding area with Alexandrea. Shivering, the guard closes the cell door, locking it again as the inmate looks up, seeing that it’s none other than JXD. He lets out a sly grin at Alexandrea, her hard gaze softening slightly.

JXD: They told you what their charging me with then?

Alexandrea: Most of it’s bullshit! Possession of marijuana, buying alcohol as a minor, supplying alcohol to other minors, statutory rape, torture, ABH, GBH and several charges of attempted murder!

JXD: They dropped the ABH, GBH and attempted murder charges, I pointed out to them that all the supposed attempts where booked under contracted matches, which had been signed, and therefore they knew what they were letting themselves in for.

Alexandrea: Well they apparently have pretty strong cases against you, you may go down!

JXD: You’re a psychic my love… use your gift and you’ll see what I have in mind… starting with ME making my OWN closing statement, not that ambulance chaser the states providing me with!

Alexandrea nods, JXD getting to his feet as he wraps his arms around his fiancé’s waist.

JXD: The case, despite their “evidence” will not be sending me to jail… I can’t stand these orange boiler suits anyway.

The screen crackles out



The screen crackles into life, the timestamp now showing the date to be Friday. The screen is in the courtroom, JXD is seen stood at the table, looking at the judge and the jury.

Judge: Foreman of the jury, have you reached your verdicts?

Foreman: We have your honour. In the case of the state of Michigan vs. James Xander Donovan. On the charge of possession of marijuana, we find the defendant-

There’s a short pause before he continues.

Foreman: Not guilty! On the charge of buying alcohol as a minor, we find the defendant not guilty!

The charges continue to be read out, along with the same verdict of not guilty. As the final charge of statutory rape is decided as not guilty, a confused look appears on the judges face, as well as the rest of the court room, as over the week, the evidence had been stacked on by the prosecution, and now JXD had been found not guilty of each charge. The judge glances over JXD, bewildered.

Judge: Very well, case dismissed. Your free to go!

JXD stays standing as the court rise and the judge leaves. The lawyer who was stood next to JXD turns to shake his hand, but JXD has already gone, his arm around Alexandrea as they walk out into the foyer. JXD spots the UWE camera and grabs the lens, holding it so that the camera has nowhere else to look.

JXD: Listen up UWE. Seeing as I’ve spent the last week in court, I think Spyder and any other fucker in the company is entitled to hear these words. For the last few years, I’ve been lying about my age. I claimed I debuted at age 18, I debuted in the ring at the age of 14 four years ago. Alexandrea, up until a few weeks ago, was only 17 which is why I got charged with the statutory , but as it’s taken so long for the damn country to find out I’ve run rings around the system, people should give me some credit for working it to my advantage. I may be the youngest talent in UWE, I may be the youngest champion, but at my small size, I proved it doesn’t take a lot of muscle to win, it takes brains and a whole lot of balls to get where I am, as proved in my closing statement which convinced the entire jury into putting me in the not guilty category, through tricks of the mind and some hypnosis. I got complacent, but UWE, everyone had better watch out, because I’ll be reclaiming what is rightfully mine… the title belt that Diaz stole from me in Detroit because his slut tried to outdo me in a violent match. She attacked Alexandrea, I just made sure that her new bodyguard, Black Rose, got a test to show what she was capable of. It was hardly a double team… she did the damage, the chair forced itself into my hands and then forced me to throw it… dammit I need beer, but now I can’t get served until we hit England! Lets get out of this hellhole!

The screen crackles once again as JXD moves out of shot.
 

The cameras fade to the casino floor as Corey Ramirez stands across from Snake Ridge. They then fade to a secluded area where UWE backstage interviewers Sancho and Sadie stand by.

Sancho: I am Sancho Vargas reporting live for Uncensored Wrestling Entertainment.

Sadie: And we are live from the Baccarat Pit from the Casino floor in Trump’s Taj Mahal!

Sancho: The best boss in the world, Spyder Gainey has given us a chance to prove our announcing talents have not left us!

Sadie: And what better match to put us on than this one that SCREAMS hardcore situation?

Sancho: Amen to that Babe. Snake Ridge and Corey Ramirez have had a very heated rivalry which stretched both professional and personal.

Sadie: And who could forget that AMAZING match they had a few weeks ago at Climax? Especially with that breath taking ending.

Sancho: Well, tonight they could top all of that and then some. This blood feud is as old as Uncensored itself!

Fans surrounded the casino floor area and were going nuts as Harrison appeared.

Harrison: The following matchup is a Bottle of Tequila Match for the vacant Uncensored NC-17 Championship!!! The rules are simple in the fact that no pinfalls or submission can be administered until both men drink the entire liter of Sammy Hagar’s Cabo Wabo Tequila that is atop the stool in between the two combatants. Each man MUST take turns at taking shots from the bottle.

The fans go crazy as Ridge and Corey eyeball one another.

Harrison: Standing to the right. He is Hardcore Wrestling’s Messiah. He stands Six feet and Five Inches tall. He weighs in at a commanding 243 pounds. FROM DETROIT, MICHIGAN!!! He is...SNAKE RIDGE!!!

The fans go nuts as Ridge bounces up and down in preparation for the battle to come.

Harrison: And his opponent, from Riverside, California. He stands Six feet tall and weighs in at 190 pounds. He is the COCAINE KING...He is COREY RAMIRRRRRRRREZ!!!

Harrison jumps out of the way as Corey pours a shot of Tequila into the shot class that sits on the stool in between he and Ridge and takes the shot to the face like a pro. Ridge smirks at Corey before refilling the shot glass and pretending to take the shot before smacking Corey in the face staggering him backwards.

Sancho: Snake Ridge taking the smart approach with catching Corey while he is a little buzzed.

Sadie: Tequila is a VERY powerful liquor.

Corey staggers back against a slot machine as Ridge grabs him by the hair and whips him face first into the machine. The machine lights up and coins begin to fall out like a waterfall. Ridge grabs Corey's hair and slams him face into the machine repeatedly. He then walks over and downs the shot of Tequila.

Sancho: Good stuff, eh Ridge!?

Ridge turns to Sancho and throws a thumbs up to him. Corey then comes out of nowhere with a superkick to the chest of Ridge who's chest was probably already burning from the shot of Tequila. Corey grabs Ridge and delivers a huge belly to belly side suplex through the Blackjack table! Corey then takes a shot of the Tequila himself. Ridge is on his hands and knees and begins to crawl to a nearby pillar to help himself to his feet as Corey stalks him. The referee for the contest grabs the bottle of Tequila and the shot glass and follows the fight.

Sadie: I have never seen a match like this!

Sancho: I’ve only seen it once before and that was when Deuce Holmes came out on top of Dakota X in it.

Ridge is pulling himself up using the pillar as Corey kicks him in the back of the head! Ridge's head bounces off the pillar and he falls back to the floor as Corey takes the bottle from the ref and pours a shot for Ridge. He opens Ridge's mouth and downs the glass. Ridge begins to cough and pukes up as Corey rips Ridge's shirt away. He then wraps his hand in Ridge's shirt and shoves his fingers down Ridge's throat as Ridge pukes up some more.

Sancho: That is nasty.

Sadie: Sickening.

Corey smiles as he picks Ridge up and tosses his shirt aside. He then grabs Ridge by the hair and pulls himself along through the casino and towards the bar. Corey then grabs a bottle of Grey Goose and crashes it over the skull of Ridge! He then goes to throw Ridge over the bar, but Ridge counters with a knee to the gut. Ridge then, in an adrenaline rush, picks Corey up in a military press and TOSSES him into the shelf that holds all sorts of drink mixings and such. Corey goes crashing to the floor below with the shelves emptying out onto his fallen body. Ridge falls down to one knee.

Sadie: This match has barely begun and both of these men are wrecks.

Sancho: Because they are DRUNK!

Corey pulls himself up using the bar as Lowrider pours a shot of Tequila for him.

Lowrider: Odelay, lightweight. You have to drink!

Corey downs the shot glass of Tequila before climbing over the bar, but getting smacked back down to the floor behind the bar with a stiff right hand to the jaw from Ridge! Ridge then climbs atop the bar and holds his arms out in a cross motion as the fans who are watching firsthand in the casino go nuts! Corey jumps up and shoves Ridge off the bar and he goes crashing to the floor below. Corey then climbs over the counter and pulls Ridge into the kitchen by his hair.

Sadie: These men are really taking this fight to the extreme Moonie.

Sancho: Only God knows what will go down in that kitchen.

The cooks in the kitchen scatter about as Corey pulls open the oven and throws Ridge face first into it!

Ridge: AHHHH!!!!

Ridge pries himself off the hot oven as Corey pours a shot of Tequila and goes to shove it down Ridge's throat again, but Ridge grabs Corey by the arm and throws him into the oven!!! Ridge then takes the emptied shot glass and refills it before downing it! His face scrunches up as Corey pries himself from the oven. Ridge drags Corey through the kitchen by his hair. He grabs the hose over the sink and turns the hot water on full blast and sprays Corey with it.

Corey: AHHH!!!!

Ridge then grabs a salt shaker and begins to dump salt into the burns of Corey Ramirez who screams in agony.

Sancho: Both of these guys are seriously disturbed.

Corey staggers around the kitchen where he grabs two glass plates and smashes them together with Ridge's skull in between!!! Blood begins to flow down the face of Ridge as Corey snatches the bottle of Tequila from the ref and shoves him away before downing it until there is barely three shots left. The ref snatches the bottle back from Corey as Ridge smashes a broom across the back of Corey's head! Ridge then takes the bottle of Tequila and downs the rest of it!

Sancho: Its official now everyone, pinfalls and submissions can take place.

Sadie: I doubt this match will end until these guys have beaten each other up beyond recognition.

Corey crawls on his hands and knees towards the other door of the kitchen which leads towards the lobby of the entire Trump Taj Mahal. The lights go out suddenly.

Sancho: What the hell?

Sadie: Someone forget to pay the bills?

The lights come back on as the bloody Corey Ramirez and even bloodier Ridge battle into the lobby of the Trump Taj Mahal where crazed fans look on in disbelief. Corey picks up nearby plant and throws it at Ridge who ducks it. Ridge then charges and spears Corey into the women's bathroom! Women yell and scream and then beat both Ramirez and Ridge with their purses!

Sadie: HAHA!!! THIS IS HILLARIOUS!!!

Ramirez and Ridge both get out of the women's bathroom and run into the men's bathroom to get away from those crazy women. The two then begin to brawl again towards the bathroom stall where Corey knees Ridge in the gut and throws him towards the toilet that is filled with someone's unflushed turds. Corey grabs Ridge by the legs and yanks him as the back of Ridge's head bounces off the part of the toilet where the flusher is. Ridge falls into a seated position in front of the toilet as Corey turns him around and shoves his face into the shit-filled toilet!!!

Sancho and Sadie Together: EWWWWW!!!!

Crowd: EWWWW!!!!

Corey sticks his foot on the back of Ridge's head and begins to stomp down before flushing the toilet. He then pulls Ridge back as Ridge is passed out on the floor where Corey puts his foot on his chest as the ref slaps the floor for the three.

Harrison: Your winner...and the NEW NC-17 CHAMPION...THE COCAINE KING...COREY RAMIREZ!

Lowrider slaps the belt down over his shoulder and extends a cupped hand to shake, Cory looks down smiling, seeing it. They smack hands hard, making an exchange as Lowrider mouths: "From Spydie" and raises his arm in victory!

The camera cuts to the back, JXD is seen stalking the corridors, looking at the various names and continues down the corridors, arriving at Spyder’s office door. With no hesitation, he bangs on the door. It swings open as JXD looks in the office door, spotting on the desk the UWE Primo championship belt. He walks in slowly, picking it up and rests it on his shoulder, then shrugs.

JXD Doesn’t matter now, I got what I came for.

JXD walks out the office, walking down the corridor with confidence in his stride as the camera cuts to ringside again.

Maverick: Hey who is that over there?

Diablo: That's him! That's the Urban Legend Deuce Holmes!

Maverick: No...I mean sitting there next to him in the front row...

Diablo: Holy shit! That's Kennedy Egeskov! The majority stock holder of X-Rated Wrestling. Word on the streets is that the man Spyder Gainey placed a bounty on earlier tonight has accepted the position of VP over at XRW. It looks like the Babyfaced Assassin may have found a bounty to hunt.

Maverick: He might as well. It's not like he has to sweat Jason Violent anymore. I swear, when I saw how hard and fast their champ fell last week on Climax, I lost all respect for that company!

Diablo: And after this show, I have new found respect for this one...and we haven't even had our main event yet!

Maverick: But we are ready for it! It took us two fights outside of the arena to set it up, but we are ready!

Diablo: I know you and I are...I know the fans are...let's just hope Diaz and Matthews are ready for this. You just don't know what you've gotten into until you have actually lived through Insanity Cage!

Harrison: Ladies and gentlemen...the following contest is tonight's main event!

The Lights go dim in the arena. The fans start cheering with utter excitement as they see 2 hands appear on the big screen in the shape of an upsidedown triangle. Pyros shoot off at the top of the ceiling and explode onto the entrance arena.

Harrison: Introducing first...he debuts for Uncensored Wrestling Entertainment inside of the Insanity Cage...from Atlanta Georgia...JAKE MATTHEWS!!

Suddenly, "Many Men" by 50 Cent begins to blare through the PA system. Jake Matthews walks out from behind the black curtain and stops. He looks out into the crowd with a little smirk then begins to make his way down to the ring. He stops in front of Insanity Cage and gives a few high fives before climbing in and sliding under the bottom rope hip first then hopping quickly up to his feet. He then looks around while waiting for his opponent. The arena goes dark and spotlights hit the stage as "Still" by the Geto Boyz hits the speakers. The fans go nuts as Jeremy Diaz comes walking down the aisle clad in his wrestling attire with the X-Net World Heavyweight Title around his waist.

Harrison: And the most Infamous man in pro wrestling today...JEREMY DIAZ!

Diaz breaks out into a sprint, charging the ring, as he approaches, Jake slams the door wide open and knocking Diaz flat!. He springboards over the top rope and down onto the arena floor. As Diaz starts up to his feet, Jake cinches in tight around his waist and lifts him up for a hard Northern Lights Suplex!

Diablo: Nothing shy about either one of these guys! they're ready to do this!

Maverick: It's been a long and very loud week for these two...they've done everything so far but fight!

Diablo: And they've even done that once back in CMW with Diaz coming out on top. Can he do it again?

Jake moves to his feet and steps back readying himself, as Diaz makes it to his feet, Jake nails him with a vicious spinning heel kick! Quickly, Jake moves towards the official timekeeper, demanding their chair. Taking a running start, he levels Diaz with a nasty chair shot that echoed throughout the arena!

Diablo: OH MY GOD Maverick! Jake just made Diaz 3 inches shorter with that chair shot!!!

Maverick: What's this stupid fuck think he's doing now?!?!

Jake pulls Jeremy up off the ground and rolls him onto the announcers table in front of Diablo and Maverick. Jake punches Diaz in the face a few times for good measure before turning around and climbing up the side of the cage

Diablo: Jake's going for the win now! If Jake can make it to the top of the cage, he'll have plenty of time to make it all the way up to the ladder!

Maverick: GET UP DIAZ! GET UP!

Jake finally makes it to the top of the cage after the slow climb and looks back down at Diaz

Diablo: Looks like Jake is double checking to make sure Diaz is still out

Maverick: I can't believe this bullshit!

Jake just smirks as he approaches the edge of the cage as the fans all cheer him on

Diablo: What's he doing? Why isn't he climbing the second cage?

Maverick: Diaz was right! Jake is a goofy sonofabitch! Looks like he forgot how to win!

Jake closes his eyes for a moment and then turns around, facing the cage once again

Diablo: Looks like he's back on track now

As soon as Diablo says this, Jake leaps backwards with a moonsault off of the cage, spiraling and twisting in midair

Diablo: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!? JAKE GOIN FOR THE N-M-N, NO MIRACLES NEEDED FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!

Maverick: OH SHIT! I'M OUTTA HERE!

Jake continues to twist in the air as he falls towards Diaz laying on the table. Jake then suddenly makes impact with the announcers table sending pieces of wood flying everywhere along with sparks from the electrical equipment...

Diablo: HOLY SHIT!!! JAKE JUST SMASHED THROUGH THE TABLE!

Maverick: BUT DIAZ MOVED OUT OF THE WAY AT THE VERY LAST SECOND!

Diablo: I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT WE'VE JUST WITNESSED!!!

Jake lays motionless breathing hard in the pile of broken table pieces as the crowd chants, "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"

Maverick: These idiots should be chanting BULLSHIT! Where am I supposed to sit now?

Diablo: No one is sitting down for this one Mav...no one! And thanks to Sykotic and Jake Matthews, there's not a broadcast table left in the house!

Diaz pulls Jake up out of the wreckage that he lay on and whipped him into the side of the cage, as Jake bounced back, Diaz nearly took his head off with the "2-0-5" kick! Jake looked like he got whiplash from the impact which sent him right back into the cage. Diaz pulled him up off the floor and ran Jake's face back and forth across the steel as if he were grating some fresh cheddar cheese. With a handful of hair, Diaz began raining down closed fists, opening up Jake even wider and bleeding him.

Diablo: His face is a crimson mask, and I'd like to remind everyone...this is Uncensored...it's only going to get worse!

Maverick: They haven't even been inside of the cage yet!

Finally Diaz rolled Jake inside of the cage. Rolling in right behind him, Diaz went straight for one of the several ladders that littered the ring mat inside of the cage. As he picked it up and turned towards Jake with it, Jake charged, leaped did a backflip off of Diaz's chest and the ladder and as Diaz stumbling, Jake landed a running insiguri!

Diablo: That's the "Fake Out"!

Maverick: I think he might have Diaz opened up!

The bottom cage was filled and littered with weapons of every variety. Jake chose a baseball bat and stepped up to the plate as Diaz pulled himself up to his knees. Jake pulled back and nailed Diaz in the small of the back, hard down on the kidneys. He pulled back again, this time aiming for the face, but Diaz got an arm up to block him and the wooden bat shattered. Diaz writhed in agony as Jake hit the ropes and nailed him with a springboard shining wizard! Jake began to set up a ladder under the opening to the middle cage...

Slowly he began to ascend it, almost marveling at what he saw above him. The entire middle cage was wrapped in barbed wire. The cage itself, the weapons it held and even it's ladders were wrapped in barbed wire. Gingerly, Jake pulled himself up into it as Diaz made it to his feet, holding that wounded arm of his. Seeing nothing but barbed wire, Jake leaned down into the bottom cage, and pulled the ladder up into the second cage so that he'd have one to take him up top that wasn't wrapped in barbed wire. He and Diaz had a momentary tug of war over it it, and he nearly pulled Jake back down into the bottom cage, but his shorts were caught on the barbed wire and Jake was stuck there. Diaz ripped the ladder out of his hands and bashed him upside the head with it, re-opening those fresh wounds. As Jake took the bump, he was knocked loose of the barbed wire that held him, and as he rolled in pain, he was cut unmercifully hundreds of times by the barbed wire on the cage floor. Finally, Diaz was able to set up the ladder and climb up into the middle cage with Jake.

The first thing that Diaz spotted was a 2x4 wrapped in barbed wire. Out of his pocket he pulled a lighter and set it a blaze! Diaz held it up high sending the crowd into a frenzy! As he turned to swing on Jake, he was kicked in the gut and dropped his weapon!

Maverick: These two men will never be the same after this battle!

Diablo: You never are after Insanity Cage!

Jake took Diaz and ran him head first into the barbed wire cage. He ran his face back and forth across it the same as Diaz had done to him earlier in the fight. Diaz opened up much quicker than Matthews with the aid of the barbed wire. Jake released him, spotting the burning 2x4...

Maverick: I think I've seen plenty...you need a beer? I need a beer.

Diablo: Bring me back a pitcher of Heineken...I'm buying beers for Diaz AND Matthews after this one!!

Jake nailed Diaz hard in his gut with the burning barbed wire wrapped 2x4. It hung up on Diaz's stomach, and Jake had to rip it loose to free it. Not only did both men now wear the crimson mask, Diaz bled freely from his gut, and Jake from his back, but that didn't stop him from climbing up the side of the cage. It was almost as if Jake didn't see the barbed wire and could feel no pain!

Diablo: They are running on pure adrenaline! And I'd like to take this opportunity to remind everyone to donate blood! It could save someone's life!!

Diaz stood upright, he was right in front of a barbed wire wrapped table when Jake dove and landed a tornado DDT that smashed the table! Both men lay motionless for a moment. Blood dripped through the cage down onto the ring mat below them when Jake twitched violently.

Slowly he began to move to his feet, wiping blood from his eyes as best he could. Jake began to set up a barbed wire covered ladder below the opening to the top cage. Maybe it was exhaustion, maybe blood loss but Jake seemed to move slower than he had a few moments ago. Slowly he climbed the ladder rung by rung. Behind him and unknown to him Diaz began to stir and the crowd got back into it. As Jake reached the midway point Diaz was on his feet wiping his eyes. When he saw Jake, he shoved the ladder out from under him!

As he did, Jake leaped and caught the bottom of the top cage in the stack, he pulled with all of his might trying to pull himself up into the top cage. Jake got a forearm up over the top just as Diaz jumped and caught him by the waist.

Diablo: Jake Matthews is holding them both up! Let go Jake...he'll take the bump!!

But Diaz began to climb Jake like a ladder. He grabbed Jake by the shoulders and pulled himself up into the top cage. As he did, he stepped on the top of Jake's head and then stomped his fingers until Jake had no choice in the matter and fell hard back down into the second cage. he hit with a thunderous impact, bounced and fell again! This time all the way down to the mat!

The impact of the bump shook Insanity Cage to it's core and the safe fell off of the top cage, straight down almost 40 feet to the ring below, narrowly missing Jake. Diaz's eyes went wide with shock! He hopped out of the top cage, catching it by the opening and let himself fall back down into the middle cage. he held an arm up and signaled for a big elbow, then Diaz jumped from the middle cage down into the bottom one with a hard elbow smash!!!

But at the last possible second...Jake rolled out of the way! By now there was not one ass in one seat, and it was positively deafening inside of Mark Etess Arena!

Diablo: I can't believe what I have seen, never has Insanity Cage gone down like this!

Jake was the first to his feet and he went straight for the safe, as he bent over to open it, Diaz spun him around and locked in that inverted facelock and threw a fist into the air. Then lickety split, Diaz hit the "Roll Out" impacting Jake's face viciously with the safe!

The safe popped open and instantly the match bell rang!

Harrison: Ladies and Gentlemen here is your winner...THE INFAMOUS JEREMY DIAZ!!

With the crowd going wild...Diaz looked down into the safe and his eyes went wide and a huge smile spread across his face like wildfire.

Diablo: What's in there? What'd he win?

He reached down into it and pulled it out. The chain was damn near as thick as a lady's wrist and held enough ice to freeze Atlantic City. It was pure platinum and not one of the hundreds of diamonds that spelled out UWE was smaller than a Karat. Diaz held it up high for all to see.

Just then behind him, Jake finally made it to his feet and snatched it out of his hand! Turning quickly and ready to fight, Jake simply dropped it over Diaz's neck and took his wrist thrusting Diaz's arm skyward in victory!

Diablo: Hell yeah! Now that's what this is all about!!!

Diaz snatched his hand away from Jake...and held Jake's arm up in victory! The two men shook hands, then both fell to the mat from blood loss as Insanity Cage ascended and EMT's arrived on the scene.

Maverick: Did I miss anything?