A black screen. You turn your television on and excitedly switch to Pure Sports Entertainment. It's just in time as the PSE logo appears on your television. As it fades away, the United Toughness Alliance logo cues up before exploding to reveal a shot of a screaming audience. The word "Live" appears at the bottom of your screen.

As the camera pans across the fans, our faithful commentators begin to talk.

Blackfront: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Wrestleshow, live on Pure Sports Entertainment. I'm Jason Blackfront and with me as always, the one, the only Tommy Ace!

The camera switches to focus on them.

Ace: I almost didnt think I was going to make it here tonight, Jason.

Blackfront: That would have been a shame. Well, this is our first show post All Or Nothing. So much fallout after the Pay Per View.

Ace: I'm excited for tonight, Jason!

Blackfront: Indianapolis has been a great host for the UTA.

Ace: I thought I saw Andrew Luck on my way to the arena... I think it might have just been some Hipster.

Jason cocks his eyebrow at his play by play partner.

Blackfront: Anyway... We're ready... The Universe is ready... WRESTLESHOW... IS...

Still Dynasty

Voice Over: Indianapolis, can you feel it, coming in the air tonight?

BOOS erupt from the strong Indianapolis crowd.

Blackfront: Oh my God…

Ace: Shut up Jason, the world champion is coming out.

As Short Change Hero by the Heavy begins to play, out from the back walks Dynasty members La Flama Blanca, Simon and the UTA world champion Sean Jackson. La Flama Blanca has on a Three Thousand Dollar Italian suit, holding his UTA Tag Team title close to his midsection. He walks next to Simon who has upped his game wearing a full tailored suit as well while Sean is dressed in an armani suit with the UTA world championship draped over his shoulder.

Blackfront: Not just the world champion Tommy, the rest of Dynasty is coming out with him. Ace: Yes, just like I knew they would. Even if these Indiana hosers don’t deserve to see them. Blackfront: Hosers? I think you meant Hoosiers.

Tommy shakes his head.

Ace: Whatever.

Instead of having a smile on his face, thrilled at the fact he bested thirty-nine other superstars to once again stand atop the mountain, he’s got a pissed off look on his face.

Blackfront: It appears Sean Jackson isn’t very happy, no doubt disappointed at the suspension of...

Ace: Oh sure, go ahead and rehash the biggest travesty of justice that I’ve ever seen. Perfection didn’t deserve to be suspended and you know it.

Blackfront: Well, that remains to be seen. But in the meantime, it appears that Dynasty has something to say.

As Dynasty is making it’s way to the ring, La Flama Blanca holds up his UTA Tag Team title as Simon points and yells at the ungratefuls in the row aligning the ramp while Sean continues his slow and methodical march to the ring, in a path behind La Flama Blanca and Simon.

Once at the ringside area, all three members of Dynasty climb the steps and enter into the ring. As they do so, Tommy Ace stands up and begins clapping his hands, prompting Jason Blackfront to scold him.

Blackfront: Sit down Tommy, you’re making a fool of yourself.

Ace: Ungrateful.

At that moment, Sean Jackson reaches outside of the ring ropes and a microphone is handed to him. As he takes a couple of steps backward to the center of the ring, LFB and Simon flank him on both sides, looking outwards towards the fans. As the UTA world champion raises the mic to his mouth, the fieldhouse is filled with boos.

Ace: Hey, show the champion some respect.

Blackfront: They’re showing their disapproval of Dynasty’s underhanded tactics, especially at All Or Nothing.

Ace: Oh sure, they cheer the antics of Madman Szalinski and Spectre. But boo the pure sportsmanship of Dynasty? as far as I’m concerned, they don’t deserve the right to see the true class of this company.

Blackfront: Give me a break.

With his free hand, Sean begins to point out towards the fans.

Jackson: I saw you ingrates, each and every one of you, laughing and pointing when Perfection handed over the UTA championship at All Or Nothing.

He continues to point.

Jackson: I heard your jokes, all your snide comments when those two empty suits took our title from us.

Cheers erupt.

Jackson: Jealous intransitives, each and every one of you. Blackfront: Now that was uncalled for.

Ace: Hey, the world champion is just calling it as he sees it. #truth you mouthbreather. Deal with it.

His face is getting redder, more and more anger in his voice.

Jackson: Well I have a message for James Wingate and his lap dog Cancer Jiles….

The Luchador comes in a pats Sean Jackson on the shoulder. They share words and Jackson hands the microphone over to Blanca. The crowd rains boos down upon The Cruiserweight.

La Flama Blanca: Oh shut your mouths! Listen… and listen good. Dynasty constantly gets the short end of the stick. Great way to keep your top talent happy… cut them down at every turn. Jiles and WIngate… you damn well know this place would close in Five seconds once Dynasty walks out those doors.

The fans boo the comments of La Flama Blanca.

Ace: That might be the truest statement I’ve ever heard.

Blackfront: Give it a break!

La Flama Blanca: So you’ve forced Perfection out permanently with your idiotic actions. I do enjoy seeing him suffer.... Yes, I do. His actions at All Or Nothing are what forced me to be teammates with The Second Coming and... I know you all LOVE that!

Fans: Yes, we do! Yes, we do! Yes, we do!

The Luchador stands in the ring side by side with his Dynasty brothers and chuckles. The cameras flashing around him don’t take his mind off topic.

La Flama Blanca: I won’t forget that but… speaking of tag matches… or lack there of. Dynasty is going to make sure the odds swing back into our favor, don’t you worry beat nuts. Sean Jackson will have a tag team partner tonight. Dynasty isn’t going to let one of its own, go down like that.

Blanca looks out into the crowd, sighting WFTC signs and shirts… it makes him sick.

La Flama Blanca: This brings me to our next… issue. WTFC…

The fans pop.

La Flama Blanca: No wonder why you guys like them and people like Madman Szalinski… Bunch of moronic dope heads who can’t wrestle and walk ass backwards into spots and titles they don’t deserve… Will Haynes, I’m talking to you.

Blackfront: Will Haynes… the new UTA Legacy Champion.

Ace: LFB is the number one contender to Haynes' title. Blanca continues to let the truth flow.

La Flama Blanca: Haynes… you got lucky on Sunday. We all know you don’t deserve that title. Enjoy it while it lasts, Haynes. After the big man standing to my left absolutely pummels your face into jelly… I’ll be there to take my Legacy title. I’ve wanted a piece of you for a long time. I will get my title shot. Simon…

Blanca hands the microphone to Simon. The boos ring in as Simon just smirks, nodding his head and yelling for them to keep it up. Finally, he raises the microphone to his mouth.

Simon: That’s right… boo me! Throw your hate at me! I love it!

Blackfront: Simon showing an even more sadistic side to him then when he was a follower of The Good Reverend!

Simon pauses, continuing to take it in before he continues.

Simon: What? Do you think because I disposed of The Reverend and Judas that I am some sort of hero?!

He begins to mock the crowd as he continues.

Simon: Oh, he beat the bad guys. He gave it his all and came out on top… He goes back to his regular voice, although loud and filled with hate.

Simon: Is that what you people think?! Is it?! The boos continue.

Simon: You really are idiots. What I did two weeks ago is I broke free from those who have held me down my entire damn life! For every lie that they told, for every time they laid their hands upon me, I came down upon them ten fold and now they lay six feet deep!

His eyes grow wide as he stares toward the camera.

Simon: But what about HIM? Simon just laughs.

Simon: There is no HIM… there is only.. ME! There is only… DYNASTY!!! The fans boo.

Simon: Did you really believe in that? Did you really believe in some unseen mystical power? You really are idiots!

Ace: Yea! Idiots! Simon laughs again.

Simon: All along it was right in front of your pathetic faces. Did you not wonder why months ago The Truth and Dynasty shared a common enemy? Did you not wonder why when in the same vicinity, there was no opposition?

Blackfront: Well yea, I did wonder that.

Simon: It’s because we have been working along this entire time! The fans boos grow even louder as Simon begins to pace.

Simon: When I came to Dynasty by myself and I let them in on my life, and what I had been through, they were there for me. Then, when my TRUE brothers needed me, I was there for them! When we needed to make sure that Dynasty came out on top, I was there like they were there for me!

Sean Jackson walks over and whispers in Simon’s ear before patting him on the shoulder. Simon: I got rid of the weak links that could not hold us together so that Dynasty could grow and become even stronger. Tonight, I get rid of the last remaining weak link in the UTA. Tonight, I bury Will Haynes next to The Reverend. Next to Judas. Next to Teller. I bury him in a hole so deep, he never returns.

Simon takes a deep breath before continuing.

Simon: Once your heros are gone, you real realize that all along you backed the wrong horse. But it will be too late, as to be for Dynasty, you must be from the beginning and to the end of time. Slow clapping suddenly fills the arena and the fans murmur amongst themselves. Out of the back steps the THRILLmaker himself, Will Haynes. Dressed casually in a pair of jeans, a black t-shirt,

with Air Max Sneakers the Legacy Title is slung over his shoulder.

A cocky smirky on his face as he slowly claps at the "speeches" the Dynasty Three have given so far this evening. He carries a microphone which he brings to his lips.

Ace: What does this Neanderthal have to say?

Haynes: Well done, guys. Well done, indeed. Man I don't know about you all... He points to the fans as he stands at the top of the ramp.

Haynes: ...but I think these guys love to hear themselves talk a little TOO much. The crowd laughs as they agree with Haynes.

Haynes: Well it's no surprise but I've heard it El Eff Bee, I've heard it. It's been all over Twitter, all over the message boards, hell you just said it in the ring. You're right! I don't deserve this Legacy Title.

The fans are astonished. Haynes is agreeing with LFB?

Blackfront: Haynes deserves that title he out lasted 38 other Superstars to win it.

Haynes: I deserve that title right there.

He points down the ramp right at Sean Jackson's World Title. The fans pop like a frog on a hot plate.

Haynes: Simon, you cost me a shot at that title n' I'm not gonna let you forget it. Not now, not ever. Tonight, tonight Simon is all about revenge. It's all 'bout teachin' you t' mind your own God damned business.

The fans let out a roar.

Haynes: But Sean you rest assured sooner rather than later I'm gonna get my chance at that title. My good buddy Cancer Jiles told me as much already… But tonight....

Haynes motions to the back and out step his WTFC boys.

Blackfront: Doozer, the Hero of the UTA, and Mikey Unlikely, the famous rapper turned wrestler..

Haynes: Tonight these two are gonna...

Mikey rips the mic from Haynes and with a huge grin on his face. He smiles wide, and looks around the arena as the fans cheer. He finishes the statement.

Unlikely: ...Take you to the cleaners and immerse ya;

Mikey turns the mic to face Doozer, although it never leaves his hands.

Doozer: And then?

Unlikely: ...This aint Salem, but we’re gonna curse ya,

Doozer: And then?

The mic goes back and forth.

Unlikely: ...Chop you into pieces and disperse ya,

Doozer: And then?

Unlikely: ...Pullin a page from Brudda Simons book, and put the lock on the coffin, cause we’re about to hearse ya!

The crowd goes nuts at the rap, as he caps it off by showing up to the fans and runs from one side of the stage to the other pointing all around. However, Dynasty and especially Sean Jackson is less than impressed with what they’ve heard.

Jackson: Go ahead, keep treating this like it’s some kind of joke. Step into this ring later on tonight like Kid and Play, or Vanilla Ice followed by Eminem and the entourage. In the meantime, we’ll just step into this ring like the Dynasty that we are. While you play to the dead heads, those intransitive pieces of gutter trash that can’t even dress themselves properly, we’ll go ahead and continue to set the standards for which the wrestling world WILL follow.

Sean adjusts the world championship belt.

Jackson: Just like champions do.

With that, Short Change Hero begins to play and the shot shifts.

Coming Soon

A video package begins.

The screen cuts to mostly black save for a small, flickering white box in the center. The box slowly creeps to the foreground as a booming voiceover begins.

V/O: Once in a generation...

The box starts taking up more of the screen, detail and movement slowly becoming more visible within it's confines.

V/O: A tag team is born that transcends the sport of professional wrestling itself...

Black and gray are now visible within the box, giving more refined detail. A montage of classic wrestling moments are being shown.

V/O: Conquering all those who have stood before them, capturing championship gold everywhere their path has lead them...

The images become more and more clear as the entire screen is now filled. The trademark, tandem maneuvers of the greatest tag team in the history of proffesional wrestling start to flash across the screen. Decapitator.

V/O: The time is now... Demolisher.

V/O: Tyrone Walker. Eliminator.

V/O: Stephen Greer. Simon Says DIE.

V/O: TEAM DANGER.

As the voiceover echoes out, the thundering intro of Shut It Down by Dead Celebrity Status takes over. A still image of Team Danger appears with the words "Coming Soon" glowing at the bottom. The image fades as we return to Tommy Ace and Jason Blackfront at ringside.

Blackfront: The rumors are true, Tommy, TEAM DANGER is coming to the United Toughness Alliance!

Ace: These guys have been around the world and are the real deal, but they're coming into the UTA and this place is filled with sharks.

Blackfront: We defintiely have some exciting matchups ahead of us with Team Danger in the fold.

The sounds of Sexy Boy by Air causes some murmur amongst the UTA crowd in attendance to much debate as to whose music is playing. The screen plays a series of images of a male silhouette posing in various angles in front of a camera. Before long, the confusion from the fans begin to settle down as none other than ‘Romeo’ Ruster Reno casually steps out from behind the curtains with a grin spread across his face as he re-enacts the same poses from the big screen above.

Ace: Here he is. The former Model of the Year in a competition I could’ve once won back in the day!

Blackfoot: Erm, yeah, sure.

Reno takes his time as he makes his way down the ramp, taking every opportunity possible to acknowledge a female member in the crowd. He pauses a few times to taunt some of the male fans and pointing at his abs as he does so.

Announcer: Hailing from Los Angeles, California...

Reno climbs up the ring steps and turns to face the fans whilst standing on the outside apron. He raises both his arms and points his fingers to the sky, taking this time to ‘gift’ a few females attendees with his trademark wink.

Announcer: Standing at 6’4” and weighing in at 247 pounds...

The self-proclaimed, ‘God’s Gift’ steps through the ropes and into the ring. A few whistles can be heard from the female audience. Reno acknowledges them by posing to the cameraman while demanding him to flick the camera to the big screen.

Announcer: ‘Romeo’... Ruster... Reno!

Reno begins to prepare himself and does some stretches you would normally see a bodybuilder perform prior to a dead-lift competition.

Blackfoot: It’s fair to say that Reno hasn’t really had the most successful wrestling career to date. Rumors are that it took a lot of convincing for Reno to have this opportunity.

Ace: With his physique and looks, he has a massive future ahead of him! Models are the future of wrestling!

Blackfront: Originally scheduled to face Marie Van Claudio, we are unsure who Ruster Reno will have his debut singles match against tonight.

Ace: It could be anyone!

Doomsday Jesus by Black Label Society begins to play.

Blackfront: What?!

Ace: Is that... it can't be!

Blackfront: I think it is. We saw him in the All or Nothing match.

Announcer: Hailing from The Mountains of West Virginia ... He stands at six foot seven and weighs in at three hundred and twenty pounds.... FRANK... DYLAN....

JAAAMMMMEEEESSSS!!!!

Frank Dylan James stomps out from the back stomping down the ramp, a wild look in his eye.

Blackfront: It's Frank Dylan James!

Ace: I'm unsure if Ruster's wrestling career is going to get any better.

Blackfront: The former Internet Champion making a special appearance here tonight! The fans are going crazy!

Ace: Reno should probably rethink his career.

James stomps around the ring, before coming to the steps and continuing to stomp as he climbs them. He throws his leg over the top and enters the ring.

Blackfront: Ruster Reno not waiting for the bell as he attacks Frank Dylan James.

Ace: That's what you have to do when facing a man like this Jason. You can't get him even a second or it's done.

Reno hits the back of FDJ with forearms as the referee calls for the bell to get the match started.

Blackfront: Ruster Reno with a flurry of shots to the back of James.

Ruster steps back and comes forward with a big right hand to the face of Frank Dylan James.

Blackfront: Now Reno with a series of rights.

He swings again, but this time Frank Dylan James catches his arm and kicks him hard in the ribs.

Ace: That will crack a rib right there.

Blackfront: Sure will.

Ruster holds his side as he turns around away from James.

Blackfront: James with a rake across the back of Ruster Reno.

Ace: He's going to need a tetanus shot now! Who knows where Frank Dylan James' nails have been!

FDJ grabs the hair of Reno and yanks back, causing him to fly backwards and down to the mat. The referee warns him about the hair pulling.

Blackfront: Frank Dylan James ignoring the referee's warning as he begins to stomp the lower

back of Ruster Reno.

Ace: Well, that quick momentum has just hit a brick wall. Blackfront: James lifting Reno to his feet. He scoops him up. FDJ, with Ruster Reno in a full scoop, runs toward the corner post. Blackfront: Reno slammed into that turnbuckle.

Ace: The hillbilly Jesus is showing no remorse! As FDJ moves away, Reno falls to the mat.

Blackfront: Frank Dylan James grabbing the hair of Ruster Reno again, using it to pull him out of the corner to the middle of the ring.

The referee warns FDJ again.

Ace: I don't think James cares. He just enjoys causing pain. Look at all of the people he destroyed in his first UTA run!

Blackfront: Frank Dylan James is a madman, that is for sure. FDJ begins to stomp Reno again, this time in the head.

Blackfront: Those massive boots striking the head of Ruster Reno.

The referee tries to get FDJ to back off a bit, but he continues to stomp, yelling like a maniac with each time he brings his foot down.

Blackfront: Frank Dylan James pulling Ruster Reno to his feet once more by the hair. The referee gets in FDJ's face again about the hair pulling.

Ace: The UTA referees sure have some guts. James is the type of guy you just let him do what he's going to do until he gets bored so you don't get hurt as well!

Blackfront: He's close to being disqualified if he continues to pull Reno's hair.

Ace: Well, we may not have MVC, but at least we get the same effect.

FDJ yells at the referee who jumps back. James stomps toward him, backing the referee into the ropes. Behind him, Ruster Reno holds his head as he gathers his bearings.

Blackfront: Reno taking this opportunity to somehow get ahead.

Ruster comes up behind FDJ as the referee jumps out of the way. He pushes him forward into the ropes, leaning down and grabbing the massive tree trunk of a leg and lifting with all of his might.

Blackfront: Ruster Reno digging deep! He does it! Ruster Reno is able to lift Frank Dylan James over that top rope!

FDJ awkwardly rolls over the top rope, hitting the side of the apron before the ground. Ruster Reno collapses to his knees and grabs his head.

Blackfront: This may have just bought Ruster Reno the time he needs to regroup.

Ace: But if he doesn't stay on Frank Dylan James now, all he will do is feel the wrath of the Redneck Wrecking Ball when he gets back into the ring!

Ruster Reno gets to his feet and exits the ring through the ropes to the apron. He looks down at FDJ who begins to get up.

Blackfront: Reno going for a risky move here... he jumps.. Drop kick from the apron catching Frank Dylan James in the face!

FDJ is shocked back, turning toward the barricade and falling mouth first onto it. Ruster Reno holds his ankle as he lies on the floor.

Blackfront: Ruster Reno may have twisted his ankle.

Ace: Not good Jason. It's like a wounded animal with Frank Dylan James being the hungry bear. FDJ gets up and turns toward the camera, blood coming from his mouth. he smiles evilly into the screen showing his crimson soaked teeth.

Blackfront: This man is sadistic!

FDJ pulls Ruster up and sends him hard, shoulder first into the steel steps.

Ace: Ruster Reno in a place no man wants to be. I bet right now he is wishing he was facing his original opponent.

Reno is propped up on the steps ad Frank Dylan James pulls back and comes forward with a huge punch toward Reno's face, who ducks.

Blackfront: Reno ducks the Facebreaker!

Ace: That would have knocked him out!

Ruster crawls away from Frank Dylan James who turns toward him and yells.

Ace: I think he just angered Frank Dylan James.

Blackfront: Just angered him? You mean he hasn't been angry until now?

Frank Dylan James stomps toward Ruster, bending down and grabbing his foot, yanking him backward.

Blackfront: James has Reno.

Ace: These two need to get back into the ring.

Ruster turns over and throws his other leg up. As FDJ holds his one leg, Reno uses his free leg to push the large man back, causing him to release. Frank stumbles backward as Reno starts to push himself up, grabbing onto the edge of the apron as he gets to his feet.

Blackfront: Ruster Reno needing to change the momentum here.

Frank Dylan James runs toward Ruster who moves forward bending down. He catches FDJ by the waist using his own momentum against him as he lifts.

Blackfront: RUSTER RENO WITH A BACK BODY DROP TO FRANK DYLAN JAMES OUTSIDE OF THE RING!

Ruster falls to a knee. The referee hits eight on his count.

Blackfront: Reno needs to get back in before it's too late.

He pushes up and quickly heads over to the apron, rolling in under the bottom rope and then back out.

Blackfront: And he does! Reno restarts the count.

Ace: You had this one won! Why would he roll back out?!

Blackfront: Reno not wanting to win by count out, limps over to Frank Dylan James.

He grabs Frank by the head as he pulls up. Grabbing the back of FDJ's trunks, Reno spins around, rolling him into the ring underneath the bottom rope. FDJ's head lays on the edge of the ring.

Blackfront: Reno steps back... comes forward now with an elbow down across the forehead of Frank Dylan James.

Ruster smirks as he begins to rebuild his confidence. He then grabs the middle rope and pulls himself up to the apron, re-entering the ring.

Blackfront: Reno back in the ring, pulling Frank Dylan James back up to his feet. He grabs Frank's arm and yanks back.

Blackfront: Irish wh- NO! Frank Dylan James reverses. Reno sent across ring into the corner hard. James runs... he leaps...

Blackfront: BIG SPL- RENO MOVES! RENO MOVES!

Ruster Reno drops down to the canvas as Frank Dylan James hits the turnbuckle chest first. He bounces back, stumbling as Ruster quickly rolls over behind him, hooking underneath his leg. He pulls back, causing Frank to tumble backwards and to the canvas as Reno holds him down.

Blackfront: Schoolboy pin.. the referee counts... two.. THREE! RUSTER RENO DOES IT!

Ace: He stole a win from Frank Dylan James!

The bell begins to sound as Reno quickly lets go and leaps over toward the ropes, dropping down and rolling out of the ring.

Announcer: The winner of this match by pin fall... RUSTER.... REEEEENNNOOOOO!!!!

Frank Dylan James rolls over and hits the canvas hard before getting up and charging the ropes.

Blackfront: Reno is hightailing it to the back.

Ace: Do you blame him?

Blackfront: Not at all.

As Ruster heads up the ramp, Frank Dylan James exits the ring, dropping to the floor and wildly heading up behind him.

Blackfront: Well folks, Ruster Reno walks out today with a win.

Ace: Hey, give him some credit, that's a big win.

Blackfront: No one can take away that he did just beat the Internet Champion. But he should probably watch his back. I don't think Frank Dylan James took kindly to his tactics.

Ace: Tactics? You do what you have to do to win. It's simple.

Blackfront: More in ring action coming up, here on Wrestleshow.

Eternal Battle Part 3: Spawn Me!

Crimson Lord has his hands against the table top and staring up at the mirror in his locker room. Crimson Lord: The Spawn, humph such a joke! Fantastic can not even survive long enough to be in the match long enough to meet me. I would of really liked to knock his teeth down his throat for even considering Hall as a ally! Speaking of Ron a simple janitor prevents him from entering the ring. This is the man you want to have on your side Fantastic!?

He grabs a wet towel lying next to him on the table. Crimson buries his face in the towel and gives off a sigh. He puts the damp towel back down on the table and looks at the mirror once more.

Crimson Lord: If I take any satisfaction from all this is that pathetic excuse of a champion Perfection no longer holds what he cherished so much.

The door opens in walks Crimson Lord’s wife Gaze. She turns the corner and Crimson can now see her in the mirror. He looks down to the table.

Crimson Lord: What is it love? I am getting ready for Hopper right now.

She walks over to him and wraps her arm around his back and looks toward him. He slowly turns his head toward her.

Gaze: Love, I know I am starting to sound like a broken record here. I am now begging you to have a face to face meeting with them now. I get it you hate him, just hear them out that is all I ask. What harm can that do for you, if not for yourself for me.

Crimson Lord: Gaze the day me and Ron are in the same room together is the day I am knocking his teeth down his throat. I have said it for weeks now, everyone seemed to think this man was destined to be in The Spawn. Everyone disregarded what I had to say about the matter they already said it was a done deal. Well maybe now they can rethink their “assumptions” Ron Hall is not or will EVER be a part of The Spawn! At least not while I am a member of this group. Gaze sighs for a moment and looks away.

Gaze: It is funny you say that? He interrupts her.

Crimson Lord: Why is that? She looks back at him.

Gaze: Seems you have no desire to really want to be a part of the group. Ever since I got into contact with Ron you have changed your stance on wanting to be a part of The Spawn. You have done nothing but talk trash about the group! Yet, on the other hand you still acknowledge you are a member of the group. Don’t you think that is sending mixed signals?

Crimson stares at the mirror speechless. Gaze starts to leave and Crimson looks over his shoulder.

Crimson Lord: It is gone Gaze.

Gaze stops and turns toward him. He faces her as well.

Gaze: What is gone?

Her eyes widen and she runs over to her purse sitting on the couch. After a few minutes of searching she looks at him.

Gaze: What did you do!

Crimson walks over to his duffel bag and pulls out a pad of notebook paper. He turns the pages until getting to where he wanted to be.

Crimson Lord: Chlorpromazine a dissociative identity disorder drug used when the patient exhibits psychotic behavior. It works as a mood stabilizer as well. Even if the dissociative identity patient is not diagnosed with psychosis, this drug can be used to tranquilize and stabilize the mood.

He lowers the pad and looks coldly toward her, her eyes have widened. Crimson Lord: You have been giving me Antipsychotic medication….Why! Now Gaze is speechless at this turn of events.

Crimson Lord: I see, cat got your tongue? If you thought I was bad before wait till the UTA and Spawn get load of me now!

Crimson tosses the pad on the couch and walks past Gaze still stunned. He opens the door and begins to laugh manically.

Golden Introduction

At ringside the Indianapolis crowd are eagerly awaiting their next installment of action. Suddenly the entire arena bursts to life as Dirty Deeds Done Dirt Cheap by AC/DC blasts through the PA system. The crowd instantly jump to their feet in a frenzy of excitement as they recognise that infamous sound.

Blackfront: Oh, hold onto your hats folks, because we know what this means. Right Tommy? Ace: That some jumped up idiot from another company is going to walk in here and act like he owns the place?

The volume of the electric crowd doubles as the man himself, John Sektor, enters the stage, smirking from ear to ear. He’s dressed like the champion he prides himself on being, wearing a black suit, complimented and finished with a gold tie. He looks somewhat shocked by the reaction he is getting from the UTA crowd as he plants his hands on his hips and takes a good look around.

Blackfront: Listen to these fans! They’re loving themselves some Sektor right now. Gotta say, I’m excited to see The Gold Standard here in the United Toughness..

Ace: Let me stop you right there, Jason! Because you’re about to sound as fickle as these fans do right now. John Sektor hasn’t EARNED any excitement or praise here yet. There should be no hand outs and if he gets pushed to the moon on his name alone then I’ll be first one knocking down Wingates door to complain!

Blackfront: Yeah, sure you will buddy..

Sektor continues his descent to the ring, nodding his head in acknowledgement of the praise from the fans, but ignoring the extended hands from the front rows. Hopping up onto the apron, he takes another look around before wiping his feet on the edge of the canvas and ducking under the ropes, retrieving a microphone before his music fades out.

Blackfront: We saw him compete at All Or Nothing, but no deals were made and no contracts were signed. Now, we’re about to hear him speak as one of the newest editions to the UTA roster!

With the music now gone, the crowd’s deafening cheers can be heard without any distraction. Sektor puffs out his cheeks and shakes his head, clearly not used to hearing this kind of response.

Crowd: SEKTOR! SEKTOR! SEKTOR! SEKTOR!

He eventually lifts the microphone to his mouth, smirking out of one corner of it.

Sektor: I take it you all know who I am..

Another roar of cheers before they break out into another chant.

Crowd: GOLD-STAND-ARD! GOLD-STAND-ARD! GOLD-STAND-ARD!

Sektor: I gotta say, I’m a little unsettled by the sounds of cheers and my name being chanted. Hate and loathing has become a more familiar territory in recent years.

Ace: That’s because you suck!

Sektor: Maybe the UTA fans just appreciate me a bit more, huh? They of course cheer after his acknowledgment of them.

Sektor: For those of you who may not know me, my name is John, FFFFFFFFFFFff… He pauses, clenching his teeth and fist as he seems to be remembering something.

Blackfront: Careful now, son. This is a family show..

Sektor: Apologies. Let me start over...I am John, EFFING, Sektor! Big pop from the crowd at mention of the censored hype of his name.

Sektor: I am the greatest, pure wrestler, in the history of this business. My record speaks for itself and my career is legendary. My dominance as World Champion has earned me the title of ‘Gold Standard’ because I define the term ‘Champion’ and I SET the standard. I have beaten the best, broken records and raised the bar to an unreachable height.

Ace: Can you believe this guy? Can he BE any more arrogant right now?

Blackfront: Do you not know John Sektor?

Sektor: I’ve done it all. I’ve won awards and even this year been immortalised into the HOW Hall of Fame. So you might be wondering...why am I here?

He narrows his eyes at the camera, as though inviting the world in to ponder this question with him.

Sektor: You may have heard some rumours that I can no longer handle the schedule of my previous employers. Some of that is true. I’m certainly not getting any younger and my body has picked up more injuries over the years than Dick Fury has picked up STD’s! But that’s only a small shred of the REAL reason for my switch.

Ace: Oh, another Dick STD joke. Glad he’s bringing originality to the table..

Blackfront: Oh come on, Tommy. Those never get old!

Sektor: You, see, with all of my achievements I have proven to the World that I can be CONSIDERED one of the greatest of all time. But there comes a time in every professional wrestlers career, when he has to look at his achievements and evaluate things. Reflect, so to speak. He has to decide whether he has achieved everything that he CAN, and hang up his boots and enjoy what’s left of his life before he ends up a cripple. But not me..

Sektor presses his finger into his own sternum, glaring intensely at the crowd before softening his expression and pruning his famous moustache with his thumb and forefinger.

Sektor: Wrestling IS my life! I live it. I BREEEATH it...it’s all I know, and without it? I may aswell be dead!

Ace: Wouldn’t be a Wrestleshow without melodrama..

Sektor: So that is why I’m here. The UTA allows me to reach again. It gives me a new challenge, a different platform and fresh opposition. Legends like Ron Hall..

Big cheers from the crowd.

Sektor: Incredible athletes like La Flama Blanca…

Crowd: BOOOOOOOO!!!!!...

A single member of the crowd can be heard screaming ‘BLANCA SUCKS’ in the distance with a sinister passion in his tone.

Sektor: Monsters like Crimson Lord.. Back to cheers.

Sektor: and champions like Sean Jackson..

The crowd once again boo’s and Sektor’s voice trailed off with a hint of resentment in it. Sektor: To name a few. This roster is STACKED with talent. Now, I can’t retire, knowing that there is still a wealth of talented wrestlers out there who i havent out classed...out maneuvered

and out WRESTLED now, can I? So I am here to cement my legacy as the single , GREATEST, wrestler of all time. Therefore, my journey to becoming the UTA WORLD CHAMPION…

The arena goes black. Cameras pan around the sea of anxious people who are cheering loudly at the showing of respect towards the USA. Suddenly, the cheering ceases as the loudspeakers crackle, all attention devoted to these very special proceedings. A large American Flag unfolds from the rafters and hangs majestically over the ring area, each ear expecting to hear the immortal “Star Spangled Banner”.

The big screen starts to show all kinds of iconic, American, sites. Children playing in the streets, baseball match’s, troops in the Middle East. Those images dissolve into footage of various terrorist attacks from around the world including 9-11 until, finally, the Iraqi flag with two scimitars underneath fill the screen. This soon gives way to a hooded figure. The scene pulls back to fill the whole screen with this figure having sprawled at his feet American soldiers.

As Call to Pray by Seether begins to blare loudly through the arena, it is eerily evident that this wouldn’t be a time for celebration. Outraged and appalled, the almost speechless fans erupt in

hatred all at once.

Crowd: USA! USA! USA!

The fans begin booing nearly to the point of an inverted standing ovation. The noise from the fans is deafening with the ferocity of the boos. The roving arm of the cameras picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Ice Blue strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The curtains at the top of the ramp way parts and they emerge.

Ace: What the hell is he doing out here?

Blackfront: Sektor doesn’t look pleased about being interrupted.

Standing there is Abdul Bin Hussain, dressed in traditional Arab clothes. He is standing between his manager Rafiq and his sister Nazirah. Nazirah is dressed in the traditional Burqa. Rafiq carries the Iraqi flag on a pole. They look about themselves at the crowds who are booing really loudly. Slowly Rafiq walks down the ramp way, taking in the boos with a look of amusement on his face. He is actually shown laughing. He reaches the ringside and climbs the stairs; Abdul and Nazirah enters the ring.

Ace: Sektor’s stepped out of the ring to allow the former UTA champion to have his space. Blackfront: Probably doesn’t want to be hit by a bottle or something. Listen to the hate from this crowd!

Sektor stands on the outside, smiling and appearing to be amused by the level of hatred that the crowd is emitting towards the ring.

Abdul looks around the crowd with a look of disdain but holds himself with dignity in front of this anti-Arab crowd. He starts to run the ropes.

Abdul suddenly stops in the middle of the ring and adjusts his pads taking in the boos with a look of amusement on his face. He is actually shown laughing. He stands in the middle of the ring, and raises the flag before passing it to Nazirah.

Ace: What a surprise; the people booing Abdul Bin Hussain?

Blackfront: I notice the hint of sarcasm in your voice, but other than him being from Iraq they've got nothing against him, because he is a great athlete........We at UTA we do not condone racist views so whatever Abdul says they are his views not UTA’s.

Nazirah leans over the ropes and grabs a microphone off of one of the ring crew. She returns to the centre of the ring tapping the microphone making sure it is working. She passes it to Rafiq. He looks around the arena awaiting the people to be quiet so he can talk. He looks at John Sektor who has a look of disdain on his shocked face.

The boos slowly quiet down after a while. Rafiq can't believe the reaction that they are getting. He brings the microphone up.

Rafiq: We should have expected this reception from you......... The boos erupt again.

Laughing Abdul walks around the ring, soaking up the response from the crowd.

Rafiq: Just because my charge is the pride of our nation of Iraq you people think it is good to boo him? He is a good honourable man unlike your politicians.

The boos are louder than ever.

Rafiq: Oh how original of you. You sit there on your obese backsides booing the greatest prospect this company.......NO!!! This Country has ever seen. You disrespect him? You disrespect the Iraqi people? You disrespect the Arab nation? What is it with you people? Are you so scared of people that are different from yourselves? Are you so afraid of change? Well let me point it out to you. Abdul Bin Hussain is the real thing.

Rafiq is smiling. He looks around and motions to Abdul who is just standing still in one of the corners menacingly.

Rafiq: This man is the whole package. And that is why he is here. He laughs as he walks around the ring.

Rafiq: Why would Abdul come out at this show? Why would he come out interrupting some pathetic slack jawed curtain jerker waste all of our time? You forget one thing, he is from Basra, and he has had to survive in a war zone, brought on by your War mongering country by that half- witted excuses for Presidents, George Bush and Barak Obama?

The crowd boos even louder.

Rafiq: If he could fight his way around a war torn Basra, he can hold his own in this

country........Why do I keep saying that? It is another reason why this country is holding people like Abdul Bin Hussain down. It is an outrage. It is disgusting, and you should all be ashamed of being a part of what some say is the most civilized country in the world.

The crowds cheer.

Rafiq: Why do you cheer? Are you so naive? Are you so stupid? Look at this guy.

He points at a man in the crowd. He is your typical redneck American, t-shirt, baseball cap, beer belly and all the rest of it.

Rafiq: If he is your typical American then this place is really gone down the drain. He's probably parked his house in the parking lot outside? He should be ashamed at how he's let himself go. But looking at him, he doesn't look out of place with the rest of you bunch of trailer park trash................

He looks directly down the camera lens.

Rafiq: AMERICANS!!!!!!!!

John Sektor has heard enough. He rolls into ring and gets into Abduls face. He brings the microphone up to his lips. He keeps a smirk on his face as he glares into Abdul's eyes.

Sektor: You know, my father always told me..never trust a man in a dress. The crowd laughs, which only adds further to the angered look in Abdul's eyes. Rafiq: Are you trying to disrespect my charge?

He is trying to hold Abdul back.

Rafiq: Mr Sektor, why do you want to get in my charges face? Is it because he is from Iraq? Are you one of these closet racist American’s in this crowd?

Sektor: Racist? Nah, man. I haven't finished hating all the white people yet.

Sektor smirks at Rafiq before turning his attention back to the former UTA World champion.

Sektor: I just don't like don't like the way this douchebag is looking at me, is all.

Abdul shakes his head and pushes Rafiq out the way and stands nose to nose with Sektor. The crowd bubble with excitement as the tension between the two begins to climb.

Sektor: WOAH! God, DAMN, son...

He wafts his hand in front of his screwed up face.

Sektor: Do they not have toothpaste in the Middle East? Jesus CHRIST, mother Mary and Joseph..you need a tic-tac or something!

Ace: He should probably stop saying all those Christina names from...that book. It's making Abdul even madder.

Blackfront: The Bible?

Rafiq: John? You are disrespecting my charge. John smiles sadistically and turns to Abdul.

Sektor: Come on, sweetheart. You going to let your wife do all the talking for you? Hm? Ohhhhhhhh, I know that look. You want to hit me don't you? You want to throw down, huh big man..

Referee’s and security come running down the ramp way.

Abdul angrily walks around the ring as Rafiq approaches Sektor.

Rafiq: It sucks for you because you are American, Mr Sektor. This whole country disrespects my charge just because of the colour of his skin, because he is from Iraq.

One of the referees has stood between Sektor and Abdul and is trying to hold them apart.

Ace: Hit him Sektor!!!

Blackfront: We agree, hit the damn Iraqi!!!

Rafiq: You are not worthy of our time Mr Sektor. Abdul come let’s leave before this racist says something that he will regret. I would say he’s got a career to save but working in the concession is not really a career path..

Rafiq throws down the microphone and grabs the flag as he rolls out of the ring followed by Abdul and Nazirah.

Sektor: HEY!!!

Abdul and Rafiq both turn to see what Sektor is yelling about, as he leans over the officials who hold him in the ring.

Sektor: You don't come down here, interrupt the Gold Standard, without putting your money where your dirt eating mouths are. Two weeks from now, Wrestleshow...I want YOU!

The fans scream as Semtor points a finger in the direction of former UTA champion, Abdul Bin

Hussain.

Blackfront: CHALLENGE MADE!

Ace: Oh man, Sektor versus the former UTA champ would be some match..

Rafiq, picking up the microphone, immediately shakes his head whilst Abdul glares at the Gold Standard.

Rafiq: No, no, no! You don't deserve to be in the ring with this former UTA Champion. He has beaten all the so-called greats in this industry. What have you done? You are a pathetic failure that is hated much like the rest of this country is around this world.

Sektor: For God’s sake shut the hell up. I am talking to the Organ Grinder not his damn monkey on a leash. Abdul, you game or do you hide behind your sister’s skirt?

Nazirah holds her brother back.

Rafiq: Oh? You bring up your so called God? He is very similar to Harry Potter or some other fictional character. My charge doesn’t need to justify his existence like you do.

Sektor: Oh funny, a bit like your Mohammed? Abdul snatches the microphone out of Rafiqs hand. ABH: I ACCEPT!

The fans roar with cheers and Sektor smiles from ear to ear as the Butcher of Basra accepts his challenge.

Blackfront: And challenge accepted! Two weeks from now, John Sektor will make his in ring debut as a UTA superstar against none other than Abdul Bin Hussain. What a matchup that should prove to be!

Ace: And it’s going to be a match of Biblical proportions..

Brought to You By

What ya Life Like by Beanie Sigel begins to play. The eerie sounds of a prison door closing welcomes the sinister horns as Apollo Cain bursts through the curtain.

Blackfront: Apollo Cain returning at All or Nothing just two weeks ago made a huge impact when he physically ripped the monitor from Robot Pete's head.

Ace: Good! Someone needed to teach that idiot a lesson!

Apollo waits out the horns and when the bass drops pyros stream up from both sides of the entrance. Sparks rain down on Apollo as he raises his closed fist to the sky. Nodding his head, focused on the ground.

Announcer: Hailing from Norfolk, Virginia...

Apollo stalks slowly to the ring, sneering at the fans. He stops at ringside and lunges toward a UTA fan making him fall back in fear. Cain just chuckles and steps directly onto the apron, pulling himself up by the ropes.

Announcer: Standing at 6 foot 8 inches tall and weighing in at 285 pounds

Apollo rolls his shoulders and cracks his neck. Sweat drips from his body and his stare is intense.

Announcer: APOOOOOLLLLOOOOOOOOOOOO CAIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIN

Blackfront: Tonight, Apollo Cain will face Robot Pete's tag partner and good friend, Uncle Rocky who is out to seek revenge for Cain's actions.

Ace: The only thing he is going to seek is medical attention after Apollo rips his head off!

Apollo rushes to the turnbuckle and leaps to the second rope. He pounds his heart with his right hand three times before letting out a viscous roar to the crowd and stretching his arms wide to a chorus of boos!

Blackfront: This could very well be one of the most interesting matches of the night as both men are conflicting in every way.

Ace: Well, not every way Jason.

Blackfront: I don't quite get what you me... OH.. TOMMY!

Ace: What?

The snappy drum solo from Clap Your Hands by They Might Be Giants starts playing. Robot Pete dances onto the stage, his whimsical little robo-hands clapping along with the beat for a few bars. Then as the bass line kicks in, we hear:

CLAP YOUR HANDS!

Uncle Rocky leaps out from behind the curtain! Colorful pyros go off in the ceiling and rain rainbow confetti onto the entrance ramp. Uncle Rocky does a few doofy dance moves while the crowd BOOs the Bombastic Brawler.

Blackfront: Look at Robot Pete. He seems to have been given an upgrade.

Ace: New paint, same idiot.

Rocky & Pete start stepping rhythmically towards the squared circle. As the duo approach the ring, clapping their hands to the beat, Rocky dances and smiles at the booing crowd, pausing to wag a shameful finger at an especially belligerent member of the audience.

Announcer: Hailing from Eugene, Oregon...

Once they reach ringside, Uncle Rocky and Robot Pete give each other high fives and a BIG hug, before Rocky rolls into the ring and jumps to his feet.

Announcer: Standing at six feet one inch, and weighing in at 240 pounds... Uncle Rocky crouches down, waiting to hear his name...

Announcer: Uncle... ROCKY!!!!

Uncle Rocky LEAPS into the air, arms outstretched, to a chorus of BOOs. Rocky cups his hand to his ear, pretending that the crowd is actually cheering for him, which only seems to make them boo louder.

Blackfront: Neither Uncle Rocky or Apollo Cain liked by the fans much, but you have to wonder who will they back? Cain physically ripped the head off of Robot Pete.

Ace: Easy Jason, you go for obviously the better guy. Apollo Cain has it all. The size, the aggression. He is a legit beast. You back the beast.

As Uncle Rocky's music fades, he dances over to his corner as Apollo Cain just watches him with disgust.

Blackfront: Robot Pete is a very forgiven individual. Will that play out tonight? Will Pete be able to forgive Apollo Cain?

Ace: He'd be stupid to. Of course, it is Robot Pete we are talking about.

As the bell sounds Uncle Rocky comes out of his corner, walking to the center of the ring. Apollo Cain continues to just stand in his corner, arms crossed, looking at Rocky with a stone cold glare. Blackfront: Apollo Cain is pure intimidation.

Ace: He's a monster, especially next to the likes of Uncle Rocky. They don't call him the Black Hulk for nothing.

Uncle Rocky stares at Cain from the center of the ring. He throws his right hand down and brings it up and over as the fans scream along with him HELLO FRIEND! The crowd cheers.

Blackfront: A catchy catch phrase is always a good way to get the crowd behind you.

Apollo just laughs, uncross his arms and cracking his knuckles before heading forward toward Uncle Rocky.

Blackfont: And we're off here as Apollo Cain and Uncle Rocky begin to circle in the center of the ring. Quick lock up.

Before they are even locked in well, Apollo uses his brute strength to send Uncle Rocky stumbling backward and to the canvas. He rolls backward and pops up shooting forward. Blackfront: Rocky charges Cain.. he catches him.. POWER SLAM!

Ace: Power is right.

Apollo pushes up, yelling down at Uncle Rocky and motioning for him to get up.

Blackfront: Apollo Cain is pure undiluted strength.

Uncle Rocky, slightly dazed, begins to try to sit up. Apollo comes forward, bends down and grabs his head, violently pulling him up.

Blackfront: Apollo Cain in full control early on as he pulls Uncle Rocky to his feet.

As Rocky comes up, Apollo holds the back of his head and throws him forward, tossing him with ease into the corner.

Blackfront: Apollo Cain tossing Uncle Rocky into the corner. He runs... boot up.. connects with the face of Uncle Rocky!

Outside of the ring, Robot Pete places both of his robot hands on the side of his head, his monitor displaying a worried face. Uncle Rocky crumbles down, catching himself on the second rope, hanging across it and facing out toward Pete.

Blackfront: Cain runs.... off of the ropes now and on the return.

He leaps up, his leg coming across the back of Uncle Rocky as he comes down. Spinning out of the way, Uncle Rocky's body bounces off of the ropes and he goes back first to the canvas.

Apollo Cain lets out a devilish war cry.

Blackfront: This may be the day we see Uncle Rocky totally and completely annihilated. Ace: This is the day I have been praying for since these two morons came to the UTA! Blackfront: Apollo Cain now with a serious of heavy stomps to the body of Uncle Rocky as Robot Pete watches on in horror.

Cain grabs the legs of Uncle Rocky, lifting both up and holding them before coming down with another vicious stomp.

Blackfront: Cain now with a stomp to the inner thigh of Uncle Rocky.

As he releases Uncle Rocky's legs, Rocky grabs his leg and rolls to the side. Apollo Cain leaps over him before running and hitting the ropes again.

Blackfront: Cain off of the ropes again... boot into the back of Uncle Rocky as he lays on his side!

Rocky's body stretches out and he yells in pain after a big kick to his lower back. Apollo waste no time, pushing Rocky face down. He pushes hard down on Rocky's back as he throws his lower body up, coming down with a knee into the side of Rocky before maneuvering his left arm up and around the neck of Uncle Rocky, laying across his back as he pulls Rock's neck backward.

Blackfront: Apollo Cain continuing to work Uncle Rocky.

Ace: We're seeing a more versatile Apollo Cain tonight.

Blackfront: He does seem more focused, working each part of Uncle Rocky, and tearing him down slowly.

Apollo wretches Rocky's neck back hard one more time before letting it go. He rolls up toward Rocky's head, locking it from above between both of his arms before rolling across the ring.

Blackfront: A gator roll by Apollo Cain. Appropriately named as how alligators roll their prey before the feed.

Ace: Apollo Cain does look hungry.

As he ends the roll, Cain pushes up to his knees, pulling Rocky with him before pushing all the way up. He pulls Uncle Rocky toward the center of the ring before bringing a knee up to his midsection.

Blackfront: Cain working the midsection of Uncle Rocky. Another knee.

He readjust Rocky, continuing to hold his neck with one arm, with his free hand goes down, grabbing the side of Rocky's singlet. Apollo Cain then lifts Uncle Rocky straight up, holding him steady.

Blackfront: Apollo Cain with Uncle Rocky up vertically.

Ace: It's over for Rocky! I love it!

Rocky begins to kick his feet. The fans start to rumble as Apollo's eyes grow large.

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky fighting back...

He throws his legs back down from where they came with such force that Apollo is brought

forward, down head first into the canvas.

Blackfront: Rocky reverses what would have been a huge vertical suplex into a devastating DDT! Both men now down!

Robot Pete throws his hands in the air and shakes them as he begins to pace back and forward, each step a robot styled step.

Blackfront: The referee is counting. One of these men have to get to their feet!

Ace: Can you believe that DDT Jason? It seemed as if Apollo Cain had held Uncle Rocky vertically for an eternity. The force alone may have just knocked Cain out for good!

Uncle Rocky rolls over to an elbow, shaking the cobwebs out before rolling over more and starting to push up. Apollo Cain raises a hand up before moving it to his head.

Blackfront: Both of these men starting to come to as the referee continues.

Uncle Rocky crawls on his elbows toward the ropes as Apollo Cain rolls over to his stomach, still holding his head.

Blackfront: Rocky looking to get to the ropes and hopefully use them to get up before the referee can reach ten.

Robot Pete opens the compartment in his chest and pulls out a banana, holding it under the ropes toward Rocky as he nears.

Ace: What is this idiot doing?

Rocky's hand comes down on the banana as he reaches out. He looks up seeing that Pete is handing the tasty fruit to him and we see him mouth This isn't the time for a healthy snack Pete! before knocking it away. Pete's monitor is overcome with a sad, pixilated face as Rocky grabs the ropes and begins to pull himself up.

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky all business tonight folks. The usual fun and games not present.

Ace: Maybe he realized that when you face a beats like Apollo Cain, there is no room for games. Apollo begins to push himself up as Uncle Rocky finally gets to his feet. Leaning on the ropes he holds a hand in the air. A slight selection of the crowd cheers for Rocky.

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky is up. Apollo starting to get up as well... Rocky runs... kick to the face of Apollo Cain!

Apollo Cain flops over back first to the canvas, his arms and legs stretched out as Uncle Rocky places his right hand over his eye's and scans the crowd. He spins his hand and cups his ear toward the crowd who begins to rumble before he runs to the ropes.

Blackfront: Rocky off of the ropes... leaps over Cain, hits the ropes again...

As he approaches he does a goofy dance and spins around before leaping up and coming down with a leg drop.

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky hits what he like sto call the Dancey Dance!

Robot Pete throws his arms up in celebration. A shot of confetti blast from each of his robot hands outside of the ring as Uncle Rocky gets to his feet. Rocky throws his arms out and yells, mimicking Apollo Cain before he runs toward the corner turnbuckle.

Blackfront: Rocky starting to climb the turnbuckle. Could he be going for the Tummy Zummy? Ace: Look Jason, I know he has stupid names for his moves, but do you really have to say them? Rocky positions himself on the top turnbuckle and begins to stand. He raises his arms and leaps. Blackfront: TUMMY ZUM- APOLLO CAIN GETS HIS KNEES UP! APOLLO CAIN GETS HIS KNEES UP!

Rocky crashes down hard across Apollo's knees, his body jolting up and over with his back hitting the canvas before he continues on into a roll toward the ropes, under the bottom and to the floor. Blackfront: It was about over for Apollo Cain.

Ace: About over? Uncle Rocky has hit like three moves the entire match! Apollo is just getting started!

Rocky kneels beside the ring, holding his stomach as Robot Pete tries to consult him. However, Rocky waves Pete off. Inside of the ring, Apollo rolls over and slaps the canvas before getting to

his feet and letting out a real war cry.

Blackfront: Apollo Cain is up and heading toward the ropes. Uncle Rocky is not in a favorable position outside of the ring.

Cain exits the ropes to the apron before leaping to the floor outside. Robot Pete gets in his way as the referee leans over the ropes and tells Cain to bring it back in the ring.

Blackfront: Cain shoves Pete out of the way!

As Robot Pete stumbles to the side, Apollo rushes Uncle Rocky who comes up and spins around in one fluid motion with banana in hand. He smashes the bananna into the eyes of Apollo Cain as he leaps up, taking Cain down. The fans scream.

Blackfront: Rocky has blinded Apollo with that banana he tossed away earlier!

Ace: Did it have a bite out of it?

Uncle Rocky gets up, pulling a banana smeared Apollo up by his hair. He rolls him back into the ring under the bottom rope.

Ace: Seriously though, how did the referee not see him just smash Apollo with a banana?

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky on the apron, climbing the turnbuckle from the outside.

Apollo grabs his face, trying to wipe banana away as Rocky positions himself and stands up. He leaps.

Blackfront: ROCKY JUMPS... TUMMY ZUMMY CONNECTS! TUMMY ZUMMY CONNECTS!

As he hits Apollo, Cain is able to roll over and up, Rocky in his arms.

Blackfront: APOLLO CAIN CAUGHT HIM AND GOT UP!

Ace: IT'S ALL OVER! THE BLACK HULK REIGNS SUPREME!

Apollo uses his brute strength to lift Rocky up as he bends his neck down, placing Rocky on his shoulders.

Blackfront: It's about over for Uncle Rocky!

Apollo stomps around with Rocky up. However, Uncle Rocky positions his arm around Apollo's neck and with all of his mite, swings around and down, bringing Apollo down, head first with yet another reversal into a DDT.

Blackfront: ANOTHER DDT BY UNCLE ROCKY!

Ace: HOW?!

Rocky pushes into the side of Apollo with all ove rhis might, covering him while hooking the leg. The referee slides into place and begins to count.

Blackfront: We have a pin... two... THREE! UNCLE ROCKY DOES IT! UNCLE ROCKY DOES IT!

Ace: I can't believe my eyes!

Rocky gets to his feet and throws his arms in the air before beginning to run around the ring with them held high.

Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall.... UNCLE... ROOOOOCCCKKKYY!!!!

Ace: He should have said via banana. How did this numbskull pull this off?! Apollo destroyed him for the entire match!

Blackfront: Uncle Rocky doing what Uncle Rocky does best. He overcame the odds and used Apollo's own momentum against him to secure a big victory right here on Wrestleshow!

Rocky rolls out of the ring and heads over to Pete where the two jump up and down with glee.

Brought to You By

You Need To Do The Right Thing

We come back from commercial to find UTA Commissioner “Cool” Cancer Jiles on the phone hard at work.

Jiles: I’ll talk to you soon.

As soon as Jiles hangs up the phone his door opens and in comes The Luchador, La Flama Blanca.

Jiles: What are…

Blanca cuts off the Commissioner.

La Flama Blanca: You’ll have your time to talk… after me. This Handicap match you’re forcing Sean Jackson in is bull. You need to do the right thing…

Jiles leans back in his chair and looks Blanca in the eyes.

Jiles: What do you think is the right thing?

La Flama Blanca: I’m going to be Sean’s Tag Team partner. Jiles thinks about the idea for a few seconds and nods his head.

Jiles: I admire that. Not wanting your supposed friend to face two tough athletes. You can take the spot of your former stable mate.

La Flama Blanca: You also need to do the right thing… and give me my Legacy title shot.

Jiles puts his hand up and seems at a loss for words. A shock.

Jiles: We all know you are a top contender for the UTA World title and you want even more… you greedy…

La Flama Blanca: Again, my time to talk. Cancer, I’ve disliked every decision you’ve made since you’ve come into the UTA. Giving ungratefuls opportunities to get into All Or Nothing... like it was something special... why? We all saw that was bull because everyone was in the match.

Jiles chuckles as The Luchador continues his assault.

La Flama Blanca: It's all about the ratings and revenue... what's good for business... Speaking

of... business, you’ve backed the wrong horses in this race. Your “relationship” with Doozer and the rest of his clowns, smells fishy and I don't like it.

Jiles: You better cool it, Blanca. I'm...

Jiles puts his right hand in a chopping fashion and "cuts" down the middle of his left.

Jiles: I'm down the middle. I'm not here to play games... I'm here to do what's good for the UTA. Blanca slams both hands on Jiles’ desk.

La Flama Blanca: You listen and you listen good… I’m not going to wait for my opportunities… I’m going to take them. I don’t get got, Cancer… I go get!

The Cruiserweight takes his hands off the desk and makes his exit.

La Flama Blanca: Make it happen, all of it.

Blanca slams the door behind him as Jiles sits in his chair. He leans back in his chair and exhales.

Jiles: I really should have told James… No.

Cameras fade to black.

Immortal by Eve to Adam begins to play.

The crowd pops as Joshua Jones steps through the curtains. His face is an emotionless mask. He trembles visibly as he struggles to maintain his composed and stoic look.

Blackfront: Joshua Jones had the longest in ring time at All or Nothing until Abdul bin Hussain eliminated him from the match.

Ace: Good riddance! Can you imagine if this idiot was a champion?!

Blackfront: Nether the less, Jones made an impact which will be talked about for years to come. A few seconds later, Joshua's energy gets the better of him. He explodes into the air. As he lands, he breaks into a run.

Announcer: Hailing from Piedmont, California.

Joshua slides under the bottom rope before springing to his feet. He adds a second jump for good measure.

Announcer: Standing at six feet one inch and weighing in at two hundred and seventeen pounds...

Joshua runs to the near ropes, bounces off them, and keeps running. He hits the opposite ropes at full speed, again rebounding and continuing to run.

Announcer: JOSHUA.... JOOONNNEEESSS!!!!

Joshua jumps onto the middle rope, but instead of launching himself into the air, he grabs the top rope with both hands, killing his momentum. Standing on the middle rope, he nods several times. Blackfront: Jones looking ready to face the former UTA Champion.

Joshua pushes himself away from the ropes. He lands on his feet, still nodding. He makes his way toward his corner, bouncing with each step.

As Call to Pray by Seether begins to blare loudly through the arena, it is eerily evident that this wouldn’t be a time for celebration. Outraged and appalled, the almost speechless fans erupt in hatred all at once.

Crowd: USA! USA! USA!

The fans begin booing nearly to the point of an inverted standing ovation. The noise from the fans is deafening with the ferocity of the boos. The roving arm of the cameras picks out people in the crowd. As they realize there on the screen they hold the signs higher. Ice Blue strobes cut around the arena as blue smoke billows from underneath the grating on the ramp way. The curtains at the top of the ramp way parts and they emerge.

Blackfront: The former champion came out earlier tonight and interrupted John Sektor, leading to a match between the two in two weeks on the next Wrestleshow.

Ace: I'm torn. I want to root against Abdul because I am God damn patriotic... but at the same time, I want to vomit that we are taking in High Octane Wrestling's garbage.

Blackfront: Don't let Sektor hear you say that.

Ace: Why? What's he going to do? Shove a bloody ta-

Blackfront: TOMMY!

Standing there is Abdul Bin Hussain, dressed in traditional Arab clothes. He is standing between his manager Rafiq and his sister Nazirah. Nazirah is dressed in the traditional Burqa. Rafiq carries the Iraqi flag on a pole. They look about themselves at the crowds who are booing really loudly.

Announcer: Hailing from Basra, Iraq.......

Slowly Rafiq walks down the ramp way, taking in the boos with a look of amusement on his face. He is actually shown laughing. He reaches the ringside and climbs the stairs; Abdul and Nazirah enters the ring.

Announcer: Standing at 6 foot 2 inches and weighing in at 242 ibs........

Abdul looks around the crowd with a look of disdain but holds himself with dignity in front of this anti-Arab crowd. He starts to run the ropes.

Announcer: ..................The Butcher of Basra......Abdul bin Hussain!!!!!!!

Abdul suddenly stops in the middle of the ring and adjusts his pads as Nazirah and Rafiq exit out of the ring.

Blackfront: High paces action up next here as Abdul bin Hussain and Joshua Jones get ready for singles action.

Abdul stands in the neutral corner as his music stops. Boos are still going on around the arena. Blackfront: There is a lot of tension in that ring right now. At any moment this could explode. After a few more moments, the referee calls for the bell.

Blackfront: And it's on!

Jones leaps in to tie up with Hussain, but he swiftly counter with a kick to the gut.

Blackfront: Boot to the midsection followed by a swift armdrag!

Jones goes ass-over-tea-kettle but rolls to his feet quickly, only to run into another arm drag.

Blackfront: A second arm drag early on.

Jones slaps the mat in frustration but rises again quickly, just in time for Hussain to charge in with a devastating dropkick.

Blackfront: Dropkcik by the former champion. Hussain hustles for the cover. The referee drops and begins to count.

Blackfront: And that's a kick out at two! Hussain trying to end this one early.

Ace: End it quick and head to the back. Best way to earn your pay check.

Hussain gets vertical and pulls Jones to his feet. He hooks both his arms and fires a few swift knees into Jones' ribs, before finishing up with a fisherman's suplex. He flips around for the pin, but Jones has managed to get his leg onto the rope.

Blackfront: Hussain really taking it to Jones early in this match!

Ace: He's quick to get back up, he grabs Jones' arm... Hussain whips Jones hard towards the corner.

Blackfront: Irish whip.

Jones lands against the corner back-first. Hussain runs towards Jones, who gets his leg up just in time for Hussain's face to collide right into it.

Blackfront: Denied by Joshua Jones.

As Hussain staggers, Jones springboards off the middle rope... Head-scissors take-down on Hussain. The fans scream wildly.

Blackfront: Jones going for the cover...

Ace: And that's a kick out at two. No cake for Jones.

Blackfront: Jones trying to build his momentum, he's pulling Abdul bin Hussain to his feet... Jones has Hussain vertical. He sends him towards the ropes and runs in the opposite direction. Blackfront: Hussain ducks under a leapfrog... Jones springboards off the opposite ropes... BIG forearm smash on Hussain!

Jones gets to his feet quickly and begins circling Hussain, stomping him repeatedly.

Blackfront: Jones calls this move The Cake Walk!

Ace: Because of course he does.

Blackfront: Jones drops for the pin, and Hussain kicking out at two!

Ace: You know, if one of these guys would kick the other as much as they are kicking out, they may actually get a three count.

Jones slaps the canvas with frustration. He looks around the ring, his eyes finding the corner turnbuckle. He looks back at Hussain, who is still laying on the canvas, then back at the corner. He appears to be contemplating something, and getting increasingly frustrated as he does so. Ace: What is this numbskull doing? Get your head in the game Betty Crocker!

Blackfront: Jones finally getting vertical... He heads for the turnbuckle...

Ace: Well, this is probably a bad idea.

Jones gets up on the top turnbuckle... Hussain starts to get to his feet finally.

Blackfront: Jones leaps from the top... CORKSCREW MISSILE DROPKICK- NO!!! Hussain quickly counters by grabbing Jones' legs midair and SLAMMING him violently to the mat! He wastes no time in twisting Jones' legs around...

Blackfront: SINGLE LEGGED BOSTON CRAB LOCKED IN!!!

Ace: Told you it was a bad idea! Why does no one ever believe me?!

Jones SCREAMS and scrambles for the ropes. Hussain braces and doesn't move. The referee drops to see if Jones is ready to quit as Jones shakes his head "no".

Blackfront: Joshua Jones trying to hold on, but how long can he?

Ace: Just break his leg Abdul.

Hussain leans back, applying more pressure, however Jones manages to get his hands underneath him, he creeps an inch closer to the ropes.

Blackfront: Joshua Jones still fighting. He's not out of this yet.

The referee still looking for a tap, Jones reaches... His fingers barely touch the rope. Blackfront: Hussain leans in and applies more pressure, Jones pulling his hair and gritting his teeth.

The referee asks Jones again if he's ready to quit... Jones shakes his head violently and reaches again for the rope. Hussain lowers his base...

Blackfront: JONES GRABS THE ROPE!!!

The referee starts counting, and Hussain releases as he almost gets to five.

Blackfront: Joshua Jones is free!

Ace: I don't know how he was able to last that long!

In the center of the ring, Jones continues to hold his back as he gets to his knees. Blackfront: Abdul bin Hussain now stalking Joshua Jones. He hooks his head... DDT! Ace: Abdul with the cover, this could be it...

Blackfront: No! Kickout at two!

Abdul hits the canvas before getting up, pulling Joshua with him.

Blackfront: Hussian pulls Joshua Jones back up.

Hussain sets Jones up for a suplex, he flips him over, but Jones counters in mid-swing and lands on his feet behind his.

Blackfront: Elbow smash to the back of the head! Hussain goes down. Jones takes a knee, holding his back.

Hussain turns around, just in time to get a European uppercut.

Blackfront: European uppercut by Mr. Caketastic!

Ace: That's a stupid nickname Jason.

Blackfront: Jones rallies back with a few more elbows to the face, before pulling Hussain for an Irish whip... He bounces off the rope, and heads right into a dropkick from Jones!

Jones going for the cover.

Blackfront: Another kickout at two by Abdul bin Hussain. As Jones raises, he pulls Hussain to a standing position.

Blackfront: Hussain quickly fires off an elbow into Jones' face! He swiftly hooks his arm around his head... Chin-breaker!

Jones lays on the mat, holding his head and kicking wildly! Hussain takes a moment to taunt the crowd. He turns back around and sees Jones trying to get to his feet.

Blackfront: Abdul charges Jones... Dropkick- NO!!! Jones manages to catch his feet in mid-flight! He falls to the mat back-first, and Jones clutches both legs and leans forward!!!

Blackfront: Abdul bin Hussain struggling to get free of this sudden pin move... The referee drops to count.

Blackfront: HUSSAIN KICKS OUT!

Ace: That was a close one.

Joshua Jones grabs Abdul's head, pulling him up.

Blackfront: Hussain lifts his arms breaking Jones' grasp. He pulls him into a rising knee! Joshua stays bent over as Abdul takes off toward the ropes. The fans get on their feet and look toward the stage. The camera pans over to see John Sektor running from the back Blackfront: It's John Sektor!

Ace: Can't this idiot wait two weeks?!

Abdul stops short of hitting the Pray to Allah, passing Joshua completely and heading to the ropes. He yells at Sektor to bring it as John approaches the ring.

Blackfront: Sektor distracting Hussain as Joshua Jones turns and waits, crouched low.

John smiles and points behind Abdul. Hussain turns and as he does, Joshua Jones takes off, leaping up and hitting a Busaiku Knee Kick to Abdul bin Hussain's face.

Blackfront: The Sweet Tooth! The Sweet Tooth!

Joshua Jones covers Abdul bin Hussain, hooking his leg as the referee slides into position. John Sektor hits the corner of the apron each time that the referee's hand hits. As it does a third time, Sektor throws an arm up as if he has just won. The bell sounds.

Announcer: The winner of this match via pin fall.... JOSHUA.. JOOONNNEEESSS!!!! Sektor slides into the ring and begins to congratulate Joshua Jones, raising his hand. Blackfront: John Sektor joining Joshua Jones in celebration.

Ace: I know him! He just wants to score some post match cake. Blackfront: Abdul bin Hussain will certainly be angry when he comes to. Ace: Wouldn't you?

They continue to celebrate as we fade.

Brought to You By

I Am Legend!

The arena lights slowly change from white to red. The fans look around in awe wondering who will be coming out of the curtain now.

Blackfront: I guess Crimson Lord wants to send one final message to Chris tonight.

Ace: Without this man’s medication I think Hopper is in for the beating of his life now. Blackfront: I can not believe he would throw away is medication. Gaze was just trying to help him!

Depths of The Consecso Fieldhouse

The tron shows a dark secluded area in the arena. It is nearly pitch black with only a couple flood lights to illuminate the surroundings. What can be made out is part Crimson Lord’s face.

Crimson Lord: The time for my evolution is at hand. Mr. Fantastic, Ron, not even Gaze, and more importantly you Chris Hopper will prevent me from evolving!

He slowly lowers his head. His lower half of his face covered now in darkness. He looks up a sick and demonic laughter slowly emerges from him.

Crimson Lord: My transformation will begin with you Too Cool. Legend vs. Legend we will come full circle. My legend of terror! Born in the cold embrace of darkness. The new superstition.

Entering the unassailable fortress of forever. I am the one TRUE legend!

He slowly raises his head now revealing the lower part of his face. His eyes look down with a sick smile still.

Crimson Lord: You see Chris a legend does not contradict history. It preserves the fundamental after but magnifies and embellishes it!

He slowly lowers his head and stares coldly out into the arena.

Crimson Lord: Tonight! Too Cool Chris Hopper the Plague of Darkness shall set you free! REJOICE! The oncoming darkness that will soon envelop you!

The lights return to normal, as the tron fades completely too black

The lights fade out. As the opening riff of Tom Sawyer by Rush begins, a golden light illuminates the stage, fading in from the left. Simon heads through the curtains using both fingers to point to the crowd then to himself as he yells at the jeering fans and continues down the ramp.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring standing six foot nine and weighing in at two hundred and eighty nine pounds....

Blackfront: Here comes the newest member of Dynasty... Simon.

Ace: The man who shocked the UTA Universe. You know... I go back and watch that part of All Or Nothing at least two times a day.

Blackfront: I'm sure you do...

Ace: I do. I still watch "The Kick" on a daily basis.

Simon walks up the steps and across the apron before stepping into the ring.

Announcer: REPRESENTING DYNASTY... THE CHOSEN ONE....SIMMMOOONNNN!!!!!

Ace: The Chosen One is here.. Will Haynes better be ready...

The fans inside the arena show their displeasure for Simon with deafening boos. Simon doesn’t seem to notice. He looks down the entrance ramp, waiting for his opponent.

Ace: This is going to be a short match, Jason. Simon is going to beat Haynes to a pulp.

Blackfront: Haynes, the UTA Legacy Champion, has his work cut out for him that's for sure.

The beginnings of Sabotage by the Beastie Boys begins to play as the fans climb to their feet. Smoke begins to fill the entrance ramp, the song reaches the beginning of the first verse just as Will Haynes steps through the curtain.

Blackfront: Listen to these fans! Ace: Idiots, every one of them! Blackfront: WIll you give it a rest?!

Will begins to walk down the aisle, holding his UTA Legacy title up high as he nods his head to the music. He slaps the hands of some fans along the ramp as he continues to the ring.

Announcer: Hailing from Athens, Georgia

The UTA Legacy champion stops in the middle of the entrance ramp and looks out to the fans.

Announcer: Standing at six foot two and weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds… He continues slapping hands of his fans.

Announcer: Will "the THRILL" Haynes

Haynes jumps onto the ring cover, pulls down the middle rope and climbs in. He bounces off the far side, then the near side, and then back off the far side testing the ropes.

Blackfront: Simon has his eyes focused solely on The Thrill.

Ace: WIll Haynes shooting Simon a look. This is getting tense already.

Blackfront: Simon is ready... The Champ is ready... The bell sounds.

Blackfront: And we’re off!

Simon barely waits for the bell to finish ringing as he goes in for the attack. Haynes ducks a Clothesline and comes back with a Dropkick.

Blackfront: Simon back on his feet

Ace: Another Will Haynes Dropkick!

Simon rolls out of the ring as the fans cheer Will Haynes. The referee wastes no time in starting the Ten Count.

Blackfront: Haynes has this crowd on their feet and he's got Simon on the run.

Ace: Simon isn't running, you idiot!

Referee: One!

Simon checks to make sure his jaw isn’t broken. Haynes leans over the ring ropes to jaw at Simon. Simon leaps up and European Uppercuts Haynes.

Blackfront: Simon with the European Uppercut.

The fans along ringside boo Simon for his dirty deed.

Simon: Shut your mouth!

Referee: Four!

Blackfront: He better watch out, Tommy.

Ace: Simon is too smart to get counted out this early.

Simon forgets about the fans and turns his attention back to his match. Simon holds the middle rope and takes a big step to the ring apron. He follows with his other leg and steps back inside the ring. Haynes is down as Simon stands tall above him.

Blackfront: Simon hitting the ropes.

Ace: Haynes is a sitting duck! Get that stupid dope head!

Simon charges right at Will Haynes, missing the Boot. Haynes starts in with lefts and rights. He hits the ropes and comes at Simon.

Ace: Simon with the Kitchen Sink!

Blackfront: Haynes is down. He looks winded.

Ace: Simon looking to punish Haynes early.

Simon lands several boot stomps to Will Haynes’ back as The Thrill tries to sit up.

Simon grabs Haynes by the head and locks in a Headlock. He rolls Haynes down to the mat. Adding more and more pressure to the move.

Blackfront: Haynes in trouble in the early stages of this contest.

Ace: Simon looking to ware Haynes down.

Haynes put his foot on the nearby rope, forcing Simon to break the submission hold.

Referee: Two! Three! Four! Come on Simon!

Simon lets go and brings Haynes up with him to a vertical base. Simon lands a few rights and tries an Irish Whip but is reversed by Will Haynes.

Blackfront: Simon picking up speed.

Haynes leaps and jumps onto Simon’s back to put on a Sleeper Hold. Haynes’ feet are well off the mat. Simon thrashes side to side to get Haynes to release the hold.

Ace: WIll Haynes hanging on for dear life!

Blackfront: Simon, slams Haynes to the mat.

Simon is able to flip Haynes over and send him crashing onto the mat. Haynes is in a sitting position while Simon hits the ropes and comes back with a Devastating Knee to the back of The Thrill’s head.

Ace: Ouch!

Blackfront: Almost took Haynes’ head off!

Simon walks around the ring as the boos echo through the Consecso Fieldhouse.

Ace: Simon egging on these mouth breathers.

Blackfront: That man is a force!

Haynes crawls towards the ring ropes as Simon turns back toward his opponent. Simon sizes up Will Haynes as he leans against the ropes with his back to Simon.

Blackfront: Simon is looking to end this match…

Simon hits the ropes and runs at Haynes for a Big Boot attempt. Haynes showing awareness drops down just before Simon can connect.

Ace: Oh god!

Simon’s right leg goes over the top rope leaving him in pain on the ropes. Will

Haynes gets to his feet and bounces the rope up and down causing more pain to Simon.

Blackfront: Simon going for an awkward dance!

Ace: Stop him ref!

Haynes lands a stiff punch that sends Simon crashing to the outside of the ring and down to the floor. The fans go wild.

Blackfront: Will Haynes cashing in on a Simon miscue.

Ace: Simon might need a Doctor…

Will Haynes leans against the ropes catching his breath as Referee Velazquez starts his Ten Count on Simon outside the ring.

Referee: One!

Blackfront: Haynes making his way to the outside.

Ace: This is turning into a war!

Lefts and rights by Haynes hit their mark to the ribs of his opponent. Haynes coming at Simon with some offense. Stiff left hands land perfectly on Simon’s chin. Simon lands a knee haulting Haynes' attack.

Blackfront: Simon with the knee.

Referee: Three!

Ace: Haynes just can’t seem to maintain control in this one… probably because Simon is a beast! Simon grabs Haynes by the head and tries to slam Haynes head into the top of the barricade.

Haynes swings his left arm in a chopping motion at Simon’s chest. He then Knife Edge Chops his opponent in the chest.

Fans: WOOOOOOOO!

Haynes is successful in smashing Simon’s head into the barricade.

Referee: Five!

Simon shows no effects and punches Haynes square in the face. The Thrill takes a few steps away from Simon but has his wrist grabbed. Simon attempts an Irish Whip.

Blackfront: His Whip attempt is reversed by Haynes.

Ace: Simon into the ring steps.

The fans pop as Haynes stands over his opponent who rests himself on the ring steps, holding his ribs. Haynes rolls into the ring, breaking the referee’s count. He gets to his feet and walks

through the ring ropes.

Ace: Haynes coming to get himself more of Simon.

Blackfront: Haynes is on the ring apron.

Ace: What next?!

Will Haynes takes a breather as he waits for Simon to get to his feet. Simon turns around to see Will Haynes running on the ring apron.

Ace: SIMON JUST CAUGHT HAYNES IN MIDAIR!

Blackfront: Haynes is at the mercy of Simon!

Haynes has a look of shock on his face. Simon lets out a roar and smashes Will Haynes back first into the ring post. The fans let Simon hear it before he rolls Haynes back into the ring.

Blackfront: Simon is really getting under the skin of these Indiana faithful.

Ace: He’s making Dynasty proud.

Simon rolls into the ring and quickly gets to his feet. Simon slowly creeps closer and closer to his opponent.

Blackfront: Simon like a wolf, stalking his prey.

Haynes crawls on his stomach and is soon punished by a Simon Elbow Drop right in the middle of his back. Simon snaps back to his feet to hear it from the UTA Universe.

Ace: Finish him, Simon!

Simon leans back into the ropes and takes off. He gets a lot of air for a big man but misses his Leg Drop hitting nothing but mat.

Blackfront: Haynes moved!

Ace: Haynes is back on his feet.

The Thrill flips a switch and kicks on the boosters. He hits the ropes coming back at Simon with a Shining Wizard. The fans get up on their feet.

Blackfront: Simon is down!

Ace: Haynes is going up top!

WIll Haynes steps through the ropes and comes up the turnbuckles. He stops at the top and puts his arms up in the air.

Blackfront: ELBOW DROP!

Haynes crashes down to the mat and makes the pin attempt.

Referee: One! Two!

Ace: SIMON KICKED OUT!

Blackfront: Haynes should be walking out with the victory after that.

Ace: Simon isn't going down like that, Jason!

Haynes complains to the Referee about the speed of the count. Velazquez doesn't want to hear any of it

Referee: Let's go!

Haynes rolls out of the ring and walks on the concrete floor. The pulls the left leg of Simon and brings him to the edge of the ring. He lifts up Simon's massive tree trunk of a leg and slams it down on the ring apron.

Simon: Oh god!

Haynes continues to assault the left leg of Simon. Referee Velazquez screams at Haynes to stop and get back into the ring. Haynes goes for a third try but is kicked by Simon, sending him flying back.

Blackfront: Will Haynes! Sent back into our announce table!

Ace: Get back in the ring you bum!

Referee: Two!

Ace: He got his sweat on our announce table... Gross.

Simon stands on the floor, favoring his leg. Haynes turns around and connect with a right hook. Simon stumbles back and leans against the ring apron.

Fans: Woooooo!

Multiple Knife Edge Chops from Will Haynes turn Simon's chest bright red. Simon lands a knee in the gut of his opponent. Simon then sends Haynes back into the ring.

Referee: Six!

Blackfront: This match has went back into the ring.

Ace: Simon might be injured, Jason.

Blackfront: It looks like he's having a hard time putting weight on his left leg.

Simon pushes through the pain and grabs Haynes around his waist before he can get all the way to his feet. Haynes throws his right arm back to grabs Simon by the back of the head.

Blackfront: Simon... He has Haynes up in the air!

Simon spins the two around, as he does so Referee Velazquez is in the line of fire. Haynes stretched out legs knock Velazquez down to the mat.

Ace: THE REF IS DOWN!

Simon still having Haynes in the air, knocks the Ref's head off.

Blackfront: THE KUSH! HAYNES HIT THE KUSH!

Ace: Unbelievable!

Blackfront: Let's go to the replay... Haynes fighting Simon trying to break free, accidently kicks the Referee in the head, knocking him out.

Ace: Some how... Haynes holds on and hits The Kush! There's no Referee!

Blackfront: Simon is out! Haynes goes for the cover!

Haynes let's the crowd do the counting. He realizes soon that the Referee is unconscious.

Blackfront: This match should be over!

Ace: That's the way she goes, Jason!

Will Haynes motions for another Ref to come down to the ring. He stands by the ring ropes closest to the entrance ramp. His back is to Simon. The crowd goes into an uproar.

Blackfront: Who's that?!

Ace: That's La Flama Blanca!

It's true... The Luchador runs through the crowd leaps over the barricade by the time keepers table. He jumps up onto the ring apron, holding the top ring rope. The fans fill the arena with boos.

Blackfront: What's he doing here?!

Ace: What a stupid question, Jason... He's going to say "Hi" to Will Haynes.

La Flama Blanca waits a few seconds for Will Haynes to turn around. Blanca springboards himself across the ring, Clotheslining Haynes as soon as he turns back towards the middle of the ring.

Blackfront: No! No! This is B.S.!

Ace: That Clothesline knocked the stupid out of Will Haynes! This is great!

La Flama Blanca stands over Haynes, yells something at The Thrill, who is dead to the world. The Luchador grabs Simon by the arm and drags him over to Haynes. Putting that very arm across Haynes body.

Blackfront: Simon is going to win this match! Damn you Blanca!

Ace: Hey! You shut your mouth Jason!

Blanca grabs the Referee and tries to wake him. He tosses the Referee close to Simon and Haynes. The Luchador slithers out of the ring and watches on.

Blackfront: The Ref is still down. Come on Haynes!

Ace: Come on Ref! Do your job!

Simon and Haynes lay motionless as Referee Velazquez crawls closer to them. He begins to count the pin.

Referee: One!

Velazquez takes a second before he continues to count. The fans continue to boo and boo loudly.

Referee: Two!

Blackfront: No! No! Damn dirty dogs!

Referee: Three!

The bell rings and the fans show their displeasure for what they just witnessed. Announcer: The winner of this match by pinfall... THE CHOSEN ONE... SIMON! Blackfront: Damn Dynasty! Damn them!

Ace: Be mad all you want, Jason. Simon is your winner. La Flama Blanca slides into the ring and checks on Simon. Ace: What a match!

Blackfront: You're kidding me, right?!

Ace: I loved every second of it!

Simon and La Flama Blanca exit the ring to the chagrin of the Indiana crowd. Ace: I think Haynes got the message... LFB is going to make his life miserable. Blackfront: Don't go anywhere folks... Wrestleshow returns after this!

Brought to You By

There Can Be Only One...

The screen fades up to the back where "Too Cool" Chris Hopper is seen in his wrestling gear standing at the locker he changed at, readying for his match against Crimson Lord. He seems contemplative as he looks into the small mirror on the door, almost oblivious to the camera filming him.

Hopper: This is a big step....big competition. Crimson Lord is no easy piece of work. He isn't the like Brother Judas or the other big men I have faced, he is a challenge.

He takes a breath, bowing his head for a second as he breaths before looking back up at the mirror.

Hopper: If I'm ever going to make a run at being a World Champion again, this is the kind of match I need to win.

Voice: You? World Champion?

The camera swivels and we see UTA World Heavyweight Champion, Sean Jackson standing with the gleaming title belt draped over his shoulder. Chris turns to see the Champ as he speaks.

Sean: Please, you can’t keep from tripping over your own two left. Every time you’ve stepped up against Dynasty, we’ve put you down humanely. But maybe that’s our fault, instead of just putting you down…

Sean looks him up and down.

Sean: Maybe we should just take you out.

Chris reaches and shuts the locker door, turning to face the champion again, the height difference showing.

Hopper: Sean, you are welcome to step right up. I realize it is easy for you to be mouthy with the belt on your shoulder and a gang having your back. But remember, if…

He pauses and grunts a chuckle before continuing.

Hopper: WHEN you eventually stand in the ring against me, you won’t have that back-up so readily available. You can bully all you want….

He leans down right into Jackson’s face.

Hopper: It doesn’t phase me at all.

Sean is a lot of things, however incredibly stupid isn’t one of them. Besides as the world champion, he knows that he can pick and choose his spots.

Sean: Don’t forget Hopps, I went through thirty-nine superstars to get this. Holding on to it, going

one on one with the likes of somebody like you, will be like taking candy from a baby.

Sean takes a half step back, almost not even noticeable. But it is the champion being smart, smart enough to know that this isn’t the time or the place to hammer what type of champion he’s truly going to be.

Sean: But understand one thing Chris, you step up for a shot at this championship belt and I will make sure you never do it again. Because it would be a shame if you suffered a career ending accident.

Chris smirks at the champion. Not a look of arrogance or anything bad, just one of confidence as he speaks.

Hopper: Listen Sean, I’ve been threatened by people a lot bigger than you. Threats don’t scare me. But you are right about one thing….

The smirk widens to a full grin.

Hopper: If I stepped up against you, I wouldn’t have to do it again because once is all it would take to relieve you of that gold.

He holds up one finger as if indicating an extra point.

Hopper: And just to correct you a little further, you didn’t beat thirty-nine stars for the title. You only beat about eight of us…..and most of them were taken out by Blanca.

Chris makes that difference between them up again with a slight step toward Jackson.

Hopper: And when that shot comes, Blanca won’t be in the ring to super kick your opposition for you. Simon won’t run down and take advantage of the situation to help you win. You will have to do it…

He leans down again, almost daring the champ to throw a shot.

Hopper: ….on….your….own. He stands back up straight.

Hopper: I know you have skills and talents and when the time comes, I hope one of them is actually fighting by yourself and not hiding in the shadow of Dynasty.

A frown begins to form on the champ’s face, however as the consummate thinker that he is, remembers an opening and takes it. The mental rapist at his finest.

Sean: Oh, that’s rich Hopper. This coming from the man who stood side by side with Madman Szalinski and Spectre after they stole the UTA championship from me at Black Horizon. Where was your moral compass when Madman couldn’t get the job done against me without the Spectre’s help?

The smile begins to tidal wave over Sean’s face. Pointing out the blatant double standard of the man who dreams to be good enough to be world champion.

Sean: As a matter of fact, I hit Haynes with my high knee and put him out. Yes, I could have thrown him over the top rope, retaining Dynasty’s championship without Simon. But where would the fun have been in that?

Sean sizing up the monster, takes a step to the right, not creating any distance but merely changing the angles. He’s already decided that now isn’t the time, but has no problem playing mind games either. No, when Sean finally does pick his spot…

Sean: No, eventually you’re going to learn your place Hopper. You’re going to learn your place, just like everyone else under Dynasty is going to learn.

The two men are giving each other the most uneasy, untruthful smirking grins you can imagine. Hopper is the one who breaks the seconds of silence.

Hopper: I know my place, Sean. Anytime you care to find out where that place is…..come see me again. But for now, I have a match against a man who isn’t hiding behind his buddies and position.

He takes a few steps away from Jackson, but then turns to address him one last time.

Hopper: Feel free to come out and watch me against Crimson Lord and find out what might be in your future. Because at some point this King….

He points to the belt on Jackson’s shoulder.

Hopper: ...will be champion.

He walks out, leaving Jackson standing there...Sean then shifts his gaze towards his championship belt.

Sean: I’m never letting you go. Never.

Scene fades as Sean continues looking at the belt.

Everything's Better in Minecraft

The cameras cut backstage where the former Prodigy champion is seen skipping along the corridors while a Timbuk2 messenger bag is slung over her shoulder. She waves at a couple of the arena's workers and comes to a stop in front of a closed door. She then brushes a few strands of her hair back behind her left ear and opens the door.

Fears: Hey there.

She walks inside towards Robot Pete with his back to the doorway. His burned and mangled mess of a head is exposed; his clumsily repaired monitor-mask is off to one side. Zhalia steps up in front of him and sits her case on a table by the wall.

Pete: Oh. Hello, friend Zhalia.

Fears: I am glad you are here tonight Petey! What Apollo Cain did to you was so rude at All or Nothing.

She smiles and looks directly into the eyes of Robot Pete; helmet no longer present. The appearance is one that should probably have her worried or leaving but instead she steps forward and gives him a hug.

From over Zhalia's shoulder, we see the wide, unblinking eyes of Peter Wylie begin to moisten, ever so slightly. A single small tear rolls down his burn-scarred cheek.

Zhalia turns back to the table, pulls out a laptop from the Timbuk2 bag and opens it up.

Fears: I thought maybe...

She hits the power button to bring it out of hibernation and the screen illuminates to the Minecraft start screen.

Pete: M... Minecraft? NOW? But why?

Fears: Well next weekend will not be one for fun and games. At least for my sisters and myself. So I thought maybe... well, I got the new Mine & Blade: Battlegear 2 mod and latest version of Hexxit for the Technic modpack installed and ready to go.

Pete: A non-canon modification to the programming perfection that is Minecraft?! Please provide data for what sort of upgrades to the Minecraft experience I should expect to encounter!

Fears: All the RPG elements are there too! You can be a shiny knight, or shining knight, or a wizard, sorcerer, archer, commando, whatever! I think I will be a rogue with practices in the arcane arts.

Pete: Well... okay! Can I be a ROBOT wizard? I WANT TO BE A MAGIC ROBOT WIZARD!

Zhalia's smile brightens like a kid on christmas morning.

Fears: Of course! To start though we need to get a Nether portal set up and explore some new

biomes and dungeons in the Nether.

Pete: NO!!!

Pete leaps out of his seat. He starts waving his claws in front of him nervously.

Pete: Not The Nether! I cannot bear to go to the Nether! Too much fire!

His monitor-face is still sitting on the bench. However, it still lights up as if it was on his head the entire time. A "worried Robot Pete" face appears on it, followed by this video:

Zhalia smiles and steps up to Pete. She reaches up, placing her hand aside his scarified cheek.

Fears: No worries. I will protect you.

She turns back to the laptop and sets up the configuration as needed. Pete's wide, sad eyes look to the side, his (lack of) eyebrows arched in concern. After a few seconds, he sighs, walks over to his monitor-head, and places it over his own head. The video is replaced with the "Minecraft" start-up screen.

Pete: Very well. Booting...

Fears: Great! Now we just need to think of a good name for our fighters. The scene fades out as a night of fun is sure to be had.

The crowd went nuts as the loud voice of Brian Johnson cut through the crowd noise as he screamed, beginning the hard-rocking riffs of AC/DC's TNT.

As the pyro explodes, the figure of "Too Cool" Chris Hopper steps out from behind the curtain. Hopper is wearing his blue wrestling tights, black boots, complete with sunglasses and the crowd gives him a loud reception.

Blackfront: There he is, the living legend himself!

Ace: Don't you mean the most delusional arrogant wrestler ever?

He walks down to the ring, reaching out to slap hands with the fans on each side of the barricade. Chris even stops and allows one lucky female fan to take a selfie with him.

Announcer: Hailing from Paoli, Indiana

He reaches the ringside area and slides under the bottom rope and enters the ring.

Announcer: Standing at six feet-eight inches tall and weighing in at two-hundred, eighty-eight pounds...

Hopper bends down and flexes for the crowd as they cheer him yet again. He jumps back to his feet and begins climbing up the first corner and raising his arms to the crowd. He works every side of the arena and the fans are really rewarding his showmanship.

Announcer: Here is the King of Cool, the Count of Monte Fisto...."TOO COOL" CHRIS

HOPPER!!!

Hopper just continues nodding at his fans, who are already chanting his name over and over.

Blackfront: You may have your opinion about him, but there is no denying the fans love the "King of Cool."

Hopper grabs the top rope and bends down and stretches as the music fades out. Now he is standing in the corner and ready for the opening bell.

Ace: That may be true, but people can be really dumb sometimes.

Blackfront: Hopper is ready for this one to begin!

Genghis Tron "Board up the House [Renholder Remix] plays. The arena turns a dismal red. Smoke rises from the stage. Out steps Crimson Lord. He stands at the top of the ramp looking down. He his wet navy blue hair hangs over his face. He has a dark red gothic style leather coat on. He has dark red tights with gothic symbols on the hips moving to the front of the tights. The words “BLOOD LUST” going down his right leg in red and gray letters. He also has new black and red strap boots on.

Announcer: And his opponent!

Gaze walks from the backstage to stand next to him. She has her black and blue hair hanging down to her shoulder also wet. With black eye shadow and black lipstick. She wears black open vest. Gaze also has torn red jeans with black high heel boots.

Ace: Here comes a man that I am growing to like.

Blackfront: Wow who would of thought you would approve of this lunatic?

Gaze stands at the top of the ramp. She looks up toward Crimson Lord. Crimson Lord looks down toward her. Gaze walks in front of him and leads him to the ring. Crimson Lord slowly turns his head to face the ring as he follows her. He slowly begins to walk down the ramp with each step smoke rises from under his feet.

Announcer: Hailing from Parts Unknown

Crimson Lord and Gaze reach the end of the entrance ramp. He stares coldly into the ring. Gaze slides in under the bottom rope, and walks to the turnbuckle and sits on the top turnbuckle. She raises her right index finger toward Crimson Lord and motions for him to come into the ring.

Announcer: Standing at seven foot and one inch and weighing in at two hundred and seventy pounds. He is a member of The Spawn!!!

Crimson Lord flips his hair back. Coldly staring into the ring.

Announcer: “The Plague of Darkness”….CRIMSON LORD!!

The lights slowly come on. Franklin exits the ring and makes his way to the announcer’s table. Crimson’s eyes seem to watch his every move. Gaze again trying to get Crimson Lord to come in the ring he is now ignoring her.

Blackfront: Ok, this is bizarre. Hopper now looking at Gaze for a explanation.

Ace: Something is turning inside that twisted mind of his you can see it in his eyes.

Gaze has hopped off the turnbuckle and is yelling at Crimson to get in the ring. Hopper looks out into the fans wondering why he isn’t himself.

Blackfront: Ladies and gentleman, something is wrong here Crimson is finally moving but not

entering the ring.

Ace: Um ya he is heading over here!

Crimson walks around the ring and stops in front of the UTA ring announcer Mr. Franklin’s table. He quickly looks directly at him. Franklin’s eyes widen.

Blackfront: Ok, what is this man thinking. Here comes Gaze to find out what he is doing.

Ace: He is still ignoring her. Wait a minute!!

Crimson grabs Franklin by the collar and pulls him over the table. The fear in his eyes is apparent. Crimson lifts him up in a double choke.

Blackfront: What the hell is this maniac doing!

Ace: Obviously something he said did not sit well with Crimson.

Gaze is shouting at Crimson to release him. Hopper quickly exits the ring and attacks Crimson Lord. Crimson drops Franklin, as he falls to the ground holding his throat. Hopper starts to lay in lefts and rights to Lord.

Blackfront: Chris doing the right thing and stopping this man!

Ace: Not a wise move.

Hopper slams Crimson’s head into the apron. The big man stunned receives another haymaker by Hopper. Chris finally throws Crimson in the ring and the bell rings.

Blackfront: The match is on its way. Thankfully Jonathan is ok he is a bit shaken up but is back at his seat.

Ace: Hopper is really laying the boots to Crimson!

Hopper picks up Crimson and whiplashes him into the ropes. He goes off the opposite ropes and comes charging in with a clothesline. That stuns Crimson making him back step.

Blackfront: Amazing how this man can take so much punishment and still stay on his feet.

Ace: They do not make men like this guy anymore.

Hopper realizing he has the big man on the ropes goes off one more time and this time Crimson reacts. Lord quickly tries a clothesline. Hopper ducks slams on the brakes Crimson turns around. Blackfront: Powerload! He has Crimson down. He is going for the cover!

The fans cheer loudly!

Ref: 1..2..kickout!

Crimson tosses Hopper off him with force.

Ace: You will not beat Crimson that easily Hopper!

Hopper picks up Crimson and throws in a couple European uppercuts. Before starting to kick Crimson’s legs.

Blackfront: Only one way to chop the beanstalk down.

Hopper continues to assault Crimson’s legs. Crimson tries to retaliate and swings for another clothesline, but Hopper ducks once more! This time grabs Crimson’s shoulders and falls backward his knees tucked and driving them into the lower back of Crimson.

Ace: Hopper has Crimson down! Oh come on you can’t be serious your going to try and lock in the Chill Factor on those tree trunk legs!

Difficult as it is, Hopper manages it. Hopper has the hold firmly in place. The ref checks on Crimson who stares coldly at the ref. Gaze is slamming her hands on the mat for encouragement. The fans cheer loudly!

Blackfront: Hopper may have Crimson here fans!

Crimson begins to push himself up! Hopper continues to try and keep the pressure on.

Ace: Crimson looks to be trying to power out of this move!

Crimson Lord tries three times. Finally the third time Crimson is able to use his leg strength to not only break the hold, but toss Hopper through the second rope and to the floor.

Blackfront: Amazing! How he was able to use that much of his strength to not only break the hold but send Chris to the outside!

Crimson staggers to his feet. The Chill Factor did some work on his legs. Hopper begins to stir a bit. He climbs up on the apron and gets to a vertical base. Crimson charges at him!

Ace: Big Boot! He just knocked Hopper off the apron right into the guard rail! The fans cheer loudly!

Crimson still hobbling around a bit, but quickly regains his balance. He exits the ring and joins Hopper who is holding his shoulder after it slammed into the barricade. Crimson picks up Hopper and drives a clubbing forearm across Hoppers back sending him back down to the floor.

Blackfront: The momentum of this match seems to have shifted.

Ace: I told you it was only a matter of time before Crimson Lord got control. In brutal fashion too. Crimson picks up Hopper. Lord throws him right at the steel steps with a huge flesh meets steel sound. The force was enough to knock the top portion of the steps off. Crimson slides into the ring and then quickly out to break the count. He walks over to Hopper and looks down at him he then looks at Gaze.

Blackfront: What is Gaze doing now? She is on the apron and has the ref’s attention! The fans boo loudly!

Ace: Crimson has tossed Hopper on the apron. Look at this he has Hopper set up. Crimson has the Columbian Necktie locked in!

Crimson’s expression changes to a vile lunatic as he pulls back on Hopper’s neck! With even more leverage outside.

Blackfront: Crimson is trying to reinjure Hopper’s neck! This man I think has finally gone off the deep end! Everything going on with Spawn has made this man snap!

Ace: Who is more worthy Fantastic? Ron or Crimson? If I had to choose I would want that man watching my back!

Gaze hops off the apron. The ref quickly runs to Crimson and Hopper and quickly starts counting. Crimson waits till the last second and releases the hold Hopper falls on the back of his neck outside. Crimson picks him up and tosses him in the ring and follows.

Blackfront: Hopper is favoring his neck that Columbian Necktie did some damage. It has already been known that Chris has had a history of neck injuries!

Ace: Poor Chris Hopper clearly in the ring with the wrong man.

Crimson picks up Hopper and violently throws him into the corner his head whiplashes off the force on contact with the turnbuckles. Crimson charges in and avalanches Hopper in the corner. Blackfront: Hopper in trouble here as Crimson is now laying in a flurry of punches both to his head and midsection. Hopper is just trying to cover his head from the blows!

Ace: Only a matter of time.

Crimson pulls Chris out of the corner. Lord lifts him up into a sidewalk slam he carries him to the center of the ring and drives his back into the mat! Lord goes for the cover!

Ref 1…2….2 ½ kickout! The fans cheer loudly!

Crimson looks at the ref coldly expecting a three count. He stands up and now begins to lightly kick Hopper in a taunting fashion. Hopper tries to get to his hands and knees but Crimson quickly drives a elbow into the back of Hoppers neck!

Blackfront: Crimson still focusing on Chris’s neck.

Ace: Lord seems to want to be the only Legend in this match. Looks like he wants to break Chris neck here.

Crimson picks up Hopper and lifts him up setting him up for the Blood Lust!

Blackfront: Crimson is looking to finish this now!

Ace: The monster is about to go three and “o” in singles competition!

Crimson gets set, and executes the move, but Chris having scouted the move locks his legs under the turnbuckle! Crimson’s head slams off the mat.

Fans: Too Cool!!! Too Cool!!!

Blackfront: He blocked the Blood Lust!! No one has ever blocked Crimson Lord’s signature move!

Ace: I can not believe this!

Hopper slowly gets off the ropes and looks to the fans trying to get them hyped up for him. Crimson slowly gets to his feet. Lord is in disbelief, staring toward Gaze. Gaze is yelling at him to watch out. Hopper charges and hits a clothesline. Crimson hops right back up and another clothesline. Hopper has his second wind and is getting the fans into the match!

Blackfront: Hopper has his second wind!

Crimson gets up again and Hopper grabs a hold of him and lifts him up into a release german suplex. He quickly goes for the cover!

Ref: 1…2…..2 ¾ Crimson puts his foot on the ropes. The fans cheer loudly!

Ace: Crimson the ring general!

Hopper gets up and gets the crowd into the match even more. Crimson gets to his feet he turns around.

Blackfront: Hopper with the Ace Crusher!

Ace: No Crimson shoves him off!

Hopper turns around and Crimson hits Chris hard with a vicious clothesline. Hopper spins in mid air before hitting the mat. Crimson stumbles into the ropes for a moment.

The fans cheer loudly!

Blackfront: What a match both men have scouted each other and it shows.

Crimson moves toward Chris. Chris gets up in a split second again tries for the Ace Crusher!

Ace: Crimson holds the top rope he blocks it again!

Crimson picks up Chris once more holding his neck. Lord has the Blood Stain set up and drives Hopper down!

Ace: Good night Hopper! The fans cheer loudly!

Crimson drags him to the center of the ring. Falling on him back first goes for the cover hooking the leg.

Ref 1…..2……2 ¾ REVERSAL!

The fans cheer loudly!

Blackfront: Hopper has Crimson rolled up in a crucifix pin! The fans cheer loudly!

Ref: 1…2…….2 ¾ kickout! The fans cheer loudly!

Ace: What a match!

Crimson quickly gets to his feet and along with Chris the two begin to brawl back and forth. Hopper drives Crimson back into the corner. Again tries for the Ace Crusher!

Blackfront: Crimson will not let Chris hit the move! He shoves him off again!

Chris turns around and Crimson nails a big boot across Chris face. Crimson stumbles against the ropes and then goes for the cover again.

Ref: 1…..2…….2 ¾ Hopper raises the shoulder! The fans cheer loudly!

Blackfront: Crimson can not believe it! Listen to these fans most of them are off their seats what a match!

Crimson is telling Gaze, something. She hops on the apron and has the ref’s attention. Crimson picks up Chris and turns him around and looks to be trying to lock his Columbian Necktie in again.

Ace: That’s it Crimson break his damn neck!

Chris realizing what Crimson is doing turns into the hold and reverses it with a back body drop! The fans cheer loudly!

Blackfront: Chris will not be denied!

Chris still favoring his neck looks toward Gaze.

Blackfront: Look out Chris Crimson is back up!

Gaze hops off the apron as Chris reaches for her. Crimson moves in to a distracted Hopper.

Blackfront: Chris saw him coming ICE BREAKER! He finally hit it!

Blackfront: He falls for the cover! The fans cheer loudly!

Ref: 1…….2…!!

Gaze hops on the apron! She tries to get the ref’s attention but is too late.

Ref: 3!!

Blackfront: Chris Hopper did it! He beat Crimson Lord! The fans cheer loudly!

Ace: Gaze you idiot!

The crowd goes nuts as the loud voice of Brian Johnson cut through the crowd noise as he screamed, beginning the hard-rocking riffs of AC/DC's "TNT."

Announcer: The winner of the match Too Cool CHRIS HOOOPPPER!! Chris still favoring his neck gets his hand raised by the ref.

Blackfront: These two left it all in the ring a true Legendary Match!

Aftermath

Crimson slowly gets to his feet. Gaze comes in the ring to help him.

Blackfront: Uh oh Crimson looks to be having another one of those episodes! Crimson is shaking his head back and forth in pain. Gaze has no clue what to do. Blackfront: Now you see why she was using medication.

Ace: What to prevent who Crimson Lord truly is?

Gaze motions for help from the back. A bunch of medical staff and UTA officials rush to the ring. As they enter the ring they quickly come to Crimson’s aid.

Blackfront: Wait a minute! Crimson is attacking them!

Ace: This man needs no help!

Crimson starts laying official after official out. Chris Hopper has stopped at the top of the entrance ramp to look at Crimson going ballistic.

Ace: Well, so much for the help. Crimson Lord has laid them all out.

Crimson’s stares down at the bodies all over the mat. Gaze is in shock. Crimson quickly looks toward Gaze.

Blackfront: I do not like that look in his face.

Gaze begins to back off and now Crimson slowly walks toward her almost stalking her.

Ace: She cost him this match. She deserves everything she is about to get!

Blackfront: Come on Ace, that is the man’s wife!

Gaze continues to beg for Crimson to stop. She is backed into the corner. She falls to the mat with Crimson staring down at her.

Blackfront: He wouldn’t? Would he?

Crimson quickly reaches down and grabs Gaze by the throat and lifts her to her feet.

Ace: Time to face the music Gaze!

Blackfront: Come on Crimson she tried!

The fans erupt in cheers while Chris Hopper runs back to the ring.

Blackfront: Chris is back!

Ace: What is he doing back here!

Hopper grabs Crimson and takes his attention from Gaze. The choke is released. Chris pushes him away from Gaze. Crimson gets in Hopper’s face. Crimson stares toward Gaze coughing while holding her neck. Lord then looks back at Chris the two exchange a stare and Crimson finally backs off. He back flips over the top rope and backtracks up the ramp not taking his eyes off Gaze and Hopper.

Blackfront: Chris just saved Gaze.

Ace: Typical Chris Hopper!

Chris looks at Gaze and she looks back at him and smiles. Then looks toward her husband who no longer looks crazed but now seems heartbroken.

Blackfront: A minute ago he was willing to choke his own wife out! Now all the sudden he looks like she just broke his heart. What in the world is going on inside that head of his?

Brought to You By

Because I Can

???: Ladies and gentlemen, may I have your attention , please?

A booming male voice is heard over the arena’s speaker system.

Ace: Who the hell is that?

Blackfront: I don’t know, Tommy. I don’t recognize the voice.

The audience appears to be looking around in confusion since there is no one inside the ring.

???: Camera guys, please direct your attention up here to Balcony Section Two-Eleven, Row Ten… or as the fans like to call… ‘I paid twenty five dollars per seat for this?!’

Everyone in the arena begins to turn and look toward that section of the arena. The cameramen slowly zoom in as the spotlights try to aid in finding the source of the voice. As the camera zooms in closer, several passionate if not obnoxious fans in that section begin waving their arms and yelling and screaming, which can be picked up on and heard on the speakers. Upon continuing to zoom in tighter, one individual can be seen sitting down in the section one row from the very top. He has a microphone in hand, and can be seen wearing a dark gray shirt with a picture of a slightly side profile of a skull wearing a black top hat, two dice, one on either side of the skull, and a few playing cards underneath the mouth. There also appears to be smoke encircling the skull. The man is wearing dark sunglasses on his face. His hair is dark brown, almost black with hints of gray, and is cut extremely short.

Ace: Who the hell is that, and how did he get hold of a microphone?

Blackfront: Beats me...

The man is sitting there quietly with the microphone right up to his mouth, as he continues to look straight ahead. By now, a roving cameraman has made his way to that section and can zoom in much tighter.

???: I am going to dispense with the mystery and not hold out telling you who I am. You may think you don’t know who I am… but I assure you… you ALL...know who I am.

The man pauses, looking around the arena, making sure he has everyone’s attention and their eyes are focused on him. There is a bit of anger and resentment in the tone of his voice.

???: My name… or let me say, my “real” name… The man holds up “quotation fingers.”

???: ... as it is known NOW, is Jeremiah Woods. But you all know me as the man formerly known as...The Spectre.

Some in the UTA crowd begin to cheer wildly, but many in the crowd are a bit shocked at the extreme transformation Spectre has undergone.

Blackfront: What? That’s not possible. It cant be!

Ace: Looks like Spectre, or should I say, Jeremiah Woods used his time off to get some therapy

and figure out who he really is. It's about damn time, too! I hated that Purple Haired Freak. Blackfront: But why would he go through this massive change when Spectre is all he has ever been for more than twenty years?

Ace: Probably trying to salvage what's left of his pathetic career.

Jeremiah Woods stretches his arms out, palms down, and motions for the crowd to quiet down. Woods: Please, please. Calm down, people. We don’t need certain people within DYNASTY having a fit because I’m still getting bigger pops and am more over with the crowd than they could ever dream!

Jeremiah Woods scowls as he pauses, looking around at the crowd, before continuing. Woods: I bet you’re all wondering why I am waaaaaaay up here in the nosebleed section of the arena instead of down there in the middle of the ring? Well, it seems that James Wingate has a

very peculiar allergic reaction to, "in-ring promos" and the poor guy breaks out in hives whenever one occurs. Soooooo… I’m conducting a “nosebleed section” promo.

Crowd laughs

Woods: By the way, to the network censors that police this show like a pack of Ferguson cops… you better keep your finger on the dump button because I might let a few F-bombs loose and well, let’s just say that the production truck has been commandeered so my microphone can’t be turned off!

Woods turns and looks right into the nearby camera. His face has begun to turn a nice shade of red.

Woods: And if there's anybody in the back who is actually something more than a placemat and puppet that wants to try and take this microphone out of my hand….

Woods stand up in his seat, and removes his glasses, calmly hooking one of the temple pieces on his shirt. He then quickly brings the microphone to his mouth. There's fire in his eyes, his face begins to redden and the veins near his temple begin to bulge.

Woods: GO RIGHT AHEAD!!! I’ll punch you right in the damn mouth, just like I did to the guy that I took this microphone from!

Ace: Can he do that?

Blackfront: I suppose he can. I must say I am really taken aback by what we are witnessing here. We are seeing the apparent death of The Spectre and the birth of Jeremiah Woods right before our eyes.

Woods looks around a bit at the crowd who still appear a bit confused. He looks down toward the seat next to him.

Woods: Hang on a second.

Woods reaches over and grabs a handful of popcorn and shoves it into his mouth, half the food falling to the floor. He then takes the top off a cup and quickly drinks the soda inside the cup, with most of the soda hitting the floor.

Ace: What the hell is that nut doing?

Blackfront: Uh, I don’t think he is a “nut” anymore. Jeremiah Woods appears to be one pissed off guy.

Ace: A disgruntled has-been is more like it!

Woods throws the empty cup carelessly away and continues to speak.

Woods: From this point forward you all may call me T.S. Jeremiah Woods. The TS doesn’t stand for “The Spectre” or “Tough [CENSORED” for you juvenile delinquents out there. TS stands for “Total...Shoot”. No more mind games like The Spectre used to do, no more cryptic messages.

Jeremiah Woods is going to tell it like it is, and Jeremiah Woods is going to have no qualms or shame in what he says! I warned people to be careful what they wished for, if The Spectre ever went away or left the UTA. And guess what? He HAS left! As far as I am concerned, Spectre is DEAD!

Ace: good riddance. Now, can "Jeremiah" leave too?

The majority of the crowd begin to moan in disappointment, or cry out with a disapproving “NO”. Woods smirks slightly and tries to reassure the fans.

Woods: Now don't any of you people in the arena worry. This isn't what we in the business call a "heel turn"... because if this were really and truly a "heel turn"... you all would most certainly know it.

Now, you’ve got ME, the REAL person behind The Spectre! For certain people in the UTA, that’s

a very bad thing. A few months back, when Spectre returned to the UTA, he thought he would be welcomed back with open arms, and he was… for a short time. But then the whispers started happening, and the whispers became murmurs, and the murmurs became all out attacks. It seemed as though The Spectre was taking focus away from certain people who thought THEY should be in the spotlight! They thought The Spectre should just be a good little “old man” and take one for the team since he had already established himself as a Hall of Famer!

Woods pauses and steps on to the seat of his chair, sitting on top of the back of the seat, resting his feet in the seat of the chair.

Woods: The problem was, it was never SPECTRE who took the spotlight away. It was the fact that some certain people were just plain difficult, and ended up being placed in a championship title match in the middle of a pay per view card, while Sean Jackson and Spectre were in the main event!!!

The crowd gives a brief cheer before Woods again calms them down.

Woods: Spectre tried to come back to the UTA after nine years to once again set the world on fire! But it seemed as though the business has changed..people... have changed! The “students”.. have changed! (Woods turns quickly to the nearest camera and looks straight into it) And yes, I’m going to go there and say the “K” word...Kayfabe... has changed! I don’t care if I get fined for saying a word that shouldn’t be aired on UTA programming!

Yeah, there was no more use for a Purple Haired Freak with a pet hyena who lived in a cave. That was “too unrealistic” and “unbelievable” for today’s smart fan! The name Spectre doesn’t fit in with today’s generation of wrestling. Purple hair is too bizarre for wrestling in the year 2015! Too bizarre?! God damn it! UTA has an active wrestler on the roster who thinks he is a damn robot!

Woods stops, obviously getting very angry the more he speaks. He shakes his head in disgust and forms his fingers into a claw. He presses his fingers against his head and begins squeezing his temples. Woods momentarily drops the mic hand down to his left leg, propping his forearm on his leg. He looks around at the crowd, most of whom still have his support.

Woods: You wanna talk about “realism” and getting upset because a monster like Crimson Lord didn’t fall out on the floor and start convulsing after some chair shots? How about THIS for realism? Realism would be nearly [CENSORED] your pants when you turn around and come face to face with a seven foot tall giant like Crimson Lord who looks like he’s part of The Walking Dead!

But what happens? Nothing! Not a damn thing! Not even a flinch!

Woods begins to speak in a mocking tone as if he were someone else. He throws his hands up in front of him, waving them slightly side to side, and sticking his bottom lip out.

Woods: ‘Oh! I can’t let anyone see I am afraid of anything. I can’t let anyone know my obnoxious and arrogant behavior is a bunch of bull. I can’t sell my fear in front of millions and turn a potentially great storyline into an epic storyline! I’ve got to remain in control. I’ve got to keep my top place in the roster so I can keep making millions of dollars!’

Umm, yeah, where did that continued sort of douchebag attitude get someone? I’ll tell you where!!! About one step away from the God damn unemployment line!! It was only by the morbid infatuation and hard-on management apparently still has for the DISEASE of the UTA, that “disease”…still has a job!

The majority of the crowd cheer at the “disease” comment, because they know who Woods is making reference.

Ace: How dare Woods make such slanderous accusations towards Perfection. Perfection isn’t here to defend himself. If he were, Spectre, or Woods, or whatever name he wants to call himself, wouldn’t have the guts to say that to Perfection’s face.

Blackfront: I think he would. Some things never change.

Woods: And for those Dynasty fans out there, and the leftover Dynasty members in the back… I didn’t stutter!!! Your glorious recognized leader of Dynasty, is nothing more than a Disease with a disease! A disease of the mouth, a disease of the ass,... A DISEASE OF THE F[CENSORED] BOTTLE!!!!

A thirty-day suspension??? Yet more proof the suits love an asshole! Any other employee in the UTA making a tweet in public like he did would have gotten their ass fired! Thank God that hasn’t happened again under James Wingate’s watch!

Woods purposely stops speaking, looking directly into the camera, raises his eyebrows and shrugs his shoulders before continuing.

Woods: Hahahaha...Hey, Perfection… I certainly hope you use this free time, other than going to sensitivity training, to go to a few AA meetings and rid yourself of that poison you’re shoving down your throat. But I’m not holding my damn breath! But WHEN you come back to UTA… and everyone knows you will... come see me, and I’ll slap you lightly on the OTHER wrist!! Then, after I verbally rip you a new asshole… I expect you to do the exact same thing you did when you first saw Crimson Lord… ABSOLUTELY NOTHING! Stand there and look stupid!

Woods stops for a moment, still fuming. He takes another drink from another nearby cup to quench his thirst and soothe his throat which has now become sore from all his ranting. Woods taps the side of his temple as if he were thinking about something. He then holds the same finger out in front of him, wagging it slightly back and forth towards and away from him in a quick motion.

Woods: Here’s another thought for all of you… does it really make sense for Perfection to still go under the moniker of “Perfection”? I mean, this IS two-thousand-fifteen after all, and, of course, NO wrestling fan in their right mind would EVER believe in someone being quote-unquote, “perfect”.

Woods momentarily pauses and he looks to the floor, lowering the microphone. Just as quick, the light bulb turns on in his head, and he brings the microphone back to his mouth, cracking a smile as he speaks.

Woods: Now, if you started calling yourself “Prick” or “Douchebag”, I’m sure you would find that most of these people in the arena would absolutely agree that pseudonym would fit you to a TEE!! Why? It is because you’re just a natural at being a douchebag!

Blackfront: That actually is a valid point Woods has.

Ace: Shut up, Jason! Someone needs to get that microphone out of Woods hands! He’s being nothing short of disrespectful. We have a show to run! We still have the main event! If he thought his last fine was big, wait until Wingate catches this!

Woods almost has the crowd eating out of his hand. Woods looks around at the crowd, moving his eyes but not his head. He appears to be calming down a bit. The bright red color on his face is beginning to dissipate. Finally Woods slowly brings the microphone back to his mouth and speaks more calmly.

Woods: Why do I say all this? Why do I have the fortitude to come out here and say whatever the hell I want? Why do I go beyond the allotted time I was given to speak? Not because I wanted to eat into the main event or steal the the thunder of those in the main event. No, I did all these things for one simple reason.

Woods pauses, looking around at the crowd. He holds the microphone with both hands, and brings the microphone right up to his mouth. He looks down right in front of him, and then slowly and deliberately looks out into the audience, speaking to drive the point home.

Woods: Because… I… caaaaan.

Finally, it appears as if UTA security arrives and they begin making motions for Woods to stop , give them the microphone, and come along with them. Woods notices them and just rolls his eyes, shaking his head in disgust.

Woods: Aww, guys! Come on! I haven’t even gotten to the subject of La Flama Blanca or Sean Jackson, or how spineless Wingate is in any capacity when it comes to Dynasty… or half the damn roster!

Be warned, UTA, a change is coming. It has already...begun!

Instead of giving them the microphone, Woods throws the microphone as high and as hard as he can so that it falls down to the lower level. Woods begins to make his way to the exit of the section he was in.

Ace: Well, it’s about damn time Jeremiah Woods shut up! Who the hell does he think he is! I don’t know which is more annoying… Jeremiah Woods...or Spectre.

Blackfront: I have a feeling, for many people in the UTA, having Woods around instead of Spectre, will NOT be a good thing.

The Boss

We move backstage where James Wingate stands, arms crossed, next to Cancer Jiles watching a monitor. As security escorts Woods from his seat, Wingate turns to Jiles.

Wingate: How did he get into the building? Cancer shrugs.

Jiles: I don't know. Bought a ticket? James' face turns red.

Wingate: Bought a ticket?! The Spectre... Jereimiah Woods.. whatever the hell he wants to call himself is banned from events. Do you got that Cancer? Huh?

Cancer gulps.

Jiles: Banned. Got it. Sheesh man, take a chill pill. Taken aback a bit, James pauses.

Wingate: Take a chill pill? Cancer, since I put you in charge we had to suspend the former UTA Champion, one of the top guys in the promotion. We had to fire one of our most recognized women. Now, this sadistic nut forces his way abck in as well?

Cancer just looks back at the boss, lips tight and fist clinched.

Jiles: Look Mr. Wingate. Perfection brought it upon himself to act like he did. As for Marie? I have no control over people being bigots. I did what I needed to do, and you know it!

The boss takes a deep breath.

Wingate: I'm starting to question my decision on bringing you in to over see things.

Jiles: THEN FIRE ME TOO!

Wingate's eyes light up.

Wingate: What did you just say?

Jiles: I said... since you must be hard of hearing... FIRE... ME... TOO! James just smiles.

Wingate: And loose this? You have guts. I like that. But that doesn't change the fact that the inmates are trying to run the asylum and I want it to end.

Jiles: Then let me do my job.

Wingate: Oh, I will. But rest assured, that loon ends up back on my show, and there will be hell to pay.

Wingate adjust his cuffs before walking off. Cancer Jiles just stands, shocked that he just stood up to the boss and won.

I Hope You Die by The Bloodhound Gang begins to play as strobe lights flash at the top of the stage.

Blackfront: It's time for our main event!

We hear a puttering as the #WTFC Cart makes it way out from back being driven by Doozer as Mikey Unlikely and Will Haynes sit in the back.

Announcer: Coming to the ring first. Representing WTFC at a combined weight of five hundred and three pounds.

Ace: Down a ton now without Bobby Dean.

Blackfront: Come on Tommy, be nice.

Announcer: ...and being accompanied by Will Haynes. Mikey Unlikely... and DOOZZZEERRRR!!!

Blackfront: Huge tag match here tonight. Originally Sean Jackson was supposed to be teamed with Perfection, who then was placed on a sabbatical.

Ace: He was unjustly suspended!

Blackfront: This match was then turned into a handicap match until La Flama Blanca stepped up and said he would be Sean's partner tonight.

Ace: You cant hold Dynasty down! They have each other's backs!

The group parks the cart near the commentator's table before exiting and heading to the ring. Their music fades down.

Announcer: And their opponents...

Short Change Hero by The Heavy begins to play.

Announcer: At a combined weight of four hundred and forty pounds....

Sean Jackson steps out, UTA Championship in tow. Behind him, La Flama Blanca walks out carrying the UTA Tag team Championship as Simon joins.

Announcer: They represent Dynasty..... Being accompanied by Simon, one half of the UTA Tag team Champions... LA FLAAAAMMMMAAA BLAAANNNCCAAA!

They begin down the ramp.

Announcer: His partner... and the current, UTA WORLD CHAMPION.... SEEEANNN... JJJAAACCCKKKSSSOOONNN!!!!

Blackfront: Dynasty and WTFC in full force here tonight folks. Anything could happen as we get ready for this huge main event tag match.

As Dynasty approaches the ring, Will Haynes and Mikey Unlikely exit. Haynes jumps to the floor as Mikey heads to the apron. Sean hands his title off as he enters the ring. Blanca gives his belt to Simon before climbing to the apron himself.

Blackfront: It looks like these guys are ready. The UTA World Champion and Doozer will kick things off.

Ace: This is going to be great!

Sean Jackson and Doozer circle each other in the center of the ring. The crowd is already in this match from the get go. Cheering for Doozer and booing at Sean Jackson as the bell sounds.

Ace: Sean, rip his head off like you were Apollo Cain and he is Robot Pete!

Blackfront: Collar and elbow tie up ends with Doozer gaining control and bring Sean Jackson into the corner and against the ropes.

The referee begins counting for Doozer to break the hold. He obliges and backs away from Jackson.

Blackfront: Doozer giving Sean Jackson some space... Jackson with a knee to the midsection! The knee in the mid section causes Doozer to hunch over. Jackson turns and puts Doozer in the corner. He sizes Doozer up for some big elbow smashes. Jackson unloads three elbows and grabs Doozer by the left shoulder and arm.

Ace: The champion in control, just like I predicted!

Blackfront: Sean Jackson is currently a marked man and must be on the top of his game at all times.. Hip Toss from Jackson.

Jackson keeps the heat on Doozer, keeping possession of his left arm. He raises Doozer's arm up and lands a furious kick into his rib cage.

Blackfront: Sean Jackson with those stiff kicks to Doozer.

Kick after kick into the ribs attracts much warranted boos from the crowd. Jackson stalks Doozer who is crawling on the canvas. Jackson puts his right leg on Doozer's backside and pushes him away from him.

Ace: The champion just toying with him! I love it!

Sean Jackson stands over Doozer, he then moves to his side and extends Doozer's right arm. Jackson throws his legs back and comes down on the elbow area of Doozer with great force. Blackfront: Sean Jackson working every part of Doozer over early here as Mikey unlikely watches from the apron.

Ace: Watching, knowing he can't do anything!

Sean Jackson crashes down once again on Doozer's elbow. Jackson grabs the wrist while place his knee behind Doozer's elbow. Doozer is in great pain. The fans get on his side.

Blackfront: The fans chanting for Doozer and WTFC now as Sean jackson continues to control this match.

Will Haynes slaps the edge of the apron before turning around and yelling for the crowd to get louder.

Ace: Get the fans to rally all you want, it wont do you any good!

Sean Jackson nods his head. He knows Doozer won't be able to handle much more punishment. Jackson lets go of the hold and gets to his feet. He backs into the ropes to his rear. He takes a few steps and jumps into the air.

Blackfront: Sean Jackson with another knee to Doozer's elbow!

Ace: Break his arm!

Blackfront: Jackson got some nice hang time before crashing down on Doozer's elbow. Jackson pulls Doozer up by his wrist. Suddenly, Doozer uses his free hand to grab jackson's arm and pulls himself into him with his shoulder.

Blackfront: Shoulder Block by Doozer... and another.

Ace: Jackson right back on his feet.

Doozer bends at the hip as Jackson seems to almost walk right into a Samoan Drop. Doozer turns himself around and goes for the cover.

Referee: One! Two! Kickout!

Blackfront: Sean Jackson, still very much in this match.

Ace: Of course he is! he's the champion! you can't put him out that easily!

Sean Jackson tries to sit up and get to a knee and finds himself in a Doozer Sleeper Hold in the middle of the ring.

Ace: He's got no where to go Jason!

The fans begin to cheer passionately for Doozer. Sean Jackson is on one knee as Doozer rests his weight down on his opponent. Trying to drive the air out of Sean Jackson's body.

Blackfront: Sean Jackson looks like he's seeing stars!

Doozer continues to wear down his opponent. Sean Jackson lays almost comatose inside the squared circle. The referee grabs Jackson's hand and begins to count him out. La Flama Blanca yells for Jackson to get up.

Ace: Get up Sean!

Referee: One!

Sean Jackson's hand falls to the mat, lifeless. The referee lifts his arm back in the air. The fans are really feeling it.

Blackfront: The fans are on their feet!

Referee: Two!

Blackfront: Doozer is going to end this!

Before Sean Jackson's hand can hit the canvas for a third time he jerks his arm back into the air. Sean Jackson makes a push and slowly brings himself and his opponent to their knees and up to a vertical base.

Blackfront: Jackson, pushing Doozer into the ropes.

Ace: Yes! Good tag team work there by Dynasty!

La Flama Blanca leaps over the top rope into the ring. He grabs one of Doozer's arms as Sean moves to just holding the other.

They push him back into the ropes before whipping him across the ring. Jackson quickly drops and rolls to the apron as La Flama Blanca takes off after Doozer.

Blackfront: Doozer off of the ropes, Blanca under his arm.

Blackfront: Both men off the ropes again.... leap frog by La Flama Blanca.

Ace: Get him Blanca!

Blackfront: Off the ropes again, La Flama Blanca slides under the legs of Doozer.

Doozer turns around as La Flama Blanca springs to his feet. He runs at Doozer who bends down in preparation for a backdrop, then leaps over Doozer grabbing his waste in the process.

Blackfront: Sunset flip by La Flama Blanca into a pinning position!

The referee drops to begin the count. Will Haynes and Mikey look like they are going to have heart attacks. Simon claps from the outside.

Blackfront: Kickout at two. La Flama Blanca unable to keep Doozer down.

Ace: That's OK! More beating to give! Both men push up.

Blackfront: Doozer rushes La Flama Blanca. Blanca on his game tonight, takes Doozer down with an arm drag. Both men up. Doozer rushes Blanca again and once again another arm drag takes Doozer down!

They quickly roll over and get up yet again. This time Doozer runs and leaps.

Blackfront: Drop kick by Doozer catches La Flama Blanca as he was getting back to his feet.

Ace: No!

Doozer gets up and heads over, grabbing La Flama Blanca by the mask, pulling him to his feet.

Blackfront: Blanca now scooped up by Doozer... scoop slam to the canvas. Doozer lifts the left leg of La Flama Blanca and begins to stomp his inner knee.

Blackfront: Vicious stomps to the inner knee of La Flama Blanca by Doozer. He wants to ground the luchadore before going for a pin.

Ace: Sean.. Simon.. Do something!

Blackfront: Doozer now lifting La Flama Blanca back to his feet.

He grabs the back of Blanca's head and guides him to the corner, slamming his head into the turnbuckle before doing it again.

Blackfront: Doozer introducing the face of La Flama Blanca to that turnbuckle.

Ace: Why are these fans cheering?! What is wrong with these people?! Doozer turns Blanca around and shoves him into the corner back first.

Blackfront: Hard shots to the stomach of La Flama Blanca who had started this strong and now is fighting just to survive.

Sean Jackson begins to step into the ring as Doozer turns his attention to him. The referee warns Jackson to stay out. Behind Doozer, La Flama Blanca climbs backwards up the corner, perching on the second rope. As Doozer turns back around, La Flama Blanca leaps forward, legs out, catching him around the neck and twisting as he falls down.

Blackfront: HURRICARRANNA FROM THE TURNBUCKLE!

Ace: YES!

The fans go crazy as Doozer hits the canvas. La Flama Blanca begins to crawl toward his corner. Simon hits the apron yelling for him to make the tag. Doozer starts toward Mikey who is leaping up and down with his hand extended.

Blackfront: Whomever makes the tag first may change the course of this match!

The fans stomp as both men get closer. Finally, they both leap up and forward, tagging in their partners.

Blackfront: HOT TAG MADE! HERE COMES SEAN JACKSON AND MIKEY UNLIKELY!

Both rush each other. Jackson catches Unlikely and puts a side knee into his gut. He grabs the back of his head and directs him to the corner, throwing him back first into it.

Blackfront: Sean Jackson taking control yet again.

Ace: That's our champion!

Blackfront: Jackson following up with hard jabs to the gut of Unlikely as he has nowhere to go from that corner.

Mikey blocks a jab from the champion and comes right up with a boot to the gut of Sean Jackson followed by another.

Blackfront: Those kicks delivered with accuracy from Mikey Unlikely as he is fighting back against Jackson.

Unlikely steps back and comes forward with a heavy backhanded chop into the chest of Sean Jackson, who lets out a yell as he is hit. Unlikely follows up with another.

Blackfront: Heavy chops from Mikey here as he continues to work Sean Jackson.

Unlikely grabs the left wrist of Sean Jackson and pushes him tight into the corner, before yanking back and whipping Jackson hard across the ring. Sean goes full force toward the other turnbuckle with Mikey following behind. As Sean hits the corner, he bounces back hard and turns in time to see Unlikely leap and twist.

Blackfront: Spinning heel kick by Mikey Unlikely!

Sean Jackson hits the canvas hard.

Ace: Lucky strike!

Sean Jackson holds his ribs as Mikey Unlikely rolls over and pushes to his feet. He looks at Sean Jackson, sizing up his position before running toward the ropes. He leaps up to the top, catching himself with perfect balance. As he leaps backward into the air he flips, landing perfectly.

Blackfront: Moonsault! He hit his mark.

Ace: No!

Unlikely hooks the leg, but before the referee can start his count, Sean Jackson kicks out.

Blackfront: Sean Jackson kicks out. Not enough to put the mental rapist out.

Ace: Of course not. He is Sean Jackson!

Unlikely gets to his feet, pulling Jackson with him. He pulls Sean Jackson along with him, putting him head first into the top turnbuckle.

Blackfront: Mikey Unlikely still in control as the fans begin to back him here in this match. Jackson turns around as Unlikely grabs him by the thighs and lifts him up.

Blackfront: Mikey Unlikely lifts Jackson, runs forward and slams him into the turnbuckle!

As they hit, Unlikely steps back, still holding Jackson. He goes to run him into the post again, but Jackson brings a fist down into his forehead causing Mikey to drop Jackson.

Blackfront: Jackson able to stop the assault, but can turn it around?

Ace: Don't worry Jason. He's got this.

Jackson on his hands and knees looks up. Mikey shakes off the stars before coming forward with a rising knee to the face of Sean Jackson, sending him to the canvas.

Blackfront: Still in control, Mikey Unlikely taking it to the World Champion. Mikey runs over and climbs the turnbuckle.

As he reaches the top he turns around and begins to gather his balance. Simon quickly runs and leaps up up the apron. The fans boo.

Blackfront: What is he doing?!

Ace: Showing why he is Dynasty!

Mikey sees Simon, turns, and leaps from the top toward him.

Blackfront: DROPKICK TO SIMON!

Simon flies from the apron toward the barricade, slamming into it as Mikey rolls from hitting the canvas and gets to his feet.

Blackfront: La Flama Blanca hits the ring! He rushes Mikey and throws a leg out.

Blackfront: UNLIKELY DUCKS THE SUPERKICK!

Will Haynes slides into the ring, leaping to his feet and coming forward with a clothesline.

Blackfront: Haynes takes Blanca down!

Ace: NO!

Outside of the ring, Simon begins to get up, using the barriers to pull himself to his feet. Will Haynes sees him, then runs toward the ropes on the opposite side. As he approaches, Haynes leaps through the ropes.

Blackfront: SUICIDE DIVE BY THE THRILL CATCHING SIMON OUTSIDE OF THE RING!

Mikey Unlikely begins to pull Sean Jackson up.

Blackfront: Unlikely with Jackson up. He runs back, off the ropes.. BLACNA WITH AN ESTUPENDO KICK CATCHING UNLIKELY OFF GUARD!

Ace: See! Just like that, La Flama Blanca comes out of nowhere! Doozer hits the ring and charges La Flama Blanca, tacking him. Blackfront: The referee has lost all control!

He begins yelling for Doozer and la Flama Blanca to get out of the ring. Sean Jackson shakes off the assault and heads over, pulling Doozer off of La Flama Blanca.

Blackfront: Sean Jackson working Doozer now!

The referee continues to yell. Outside of the ring Will Haynes is up and slides back in. he runs and leaps forward.

Blackfront: WILL HAYNES WITH AN ELBOW CATCHING THE CHAMPION!

Jackson flies back to the canvas. Simon is next, rolling in.

Blackfront: Simon now in, turns Haynes around. He grabs him.. HAYNES THROWN OVER THE TOP ROPE!

Ace: LIKE AT ALL OR NOTHING!

The referee begins waving his hands and the bell starts to sound. Simon grabs Doozer, spins him around and throws him over the top rope as well.

Ace: THERE GOES DOOZER!

The bell cntinues to sound as Sean Jackson grabs the top rope and holds it, as he places his foot into Mikey Unlikely's side, pushing him until he rolls out of the ring. The fans boo at the top of their lounges.

Blackfront: This one is over.

Dynasty gathers themselves inside the ring as the fans continue to boo. WTFC begin to help each other up outside.

Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has officially declared this match... a NO CONTEEEESSSTT!!!

More boos.

Blackfront: Neither group would listen to the referee and it cost both.

Ace: This is war Jason! All is fair in war!

Both groups yell at each other as the crowd continues to go crazy.

Blackfront: This one is far from over, I can guarantee you that!

Ace: No doubt. Dynasty loves beating on WTFC, so why stop now?!

Blackfront: I don't know what match you were watching but it sure looked like WTFC had one up on Dynasty for a good chunk of that match.

Ace: All show Jason.

Blackfront: Sure.

We see the WTFC cart take off from ringside, WTFC in tow. Dynasty stands tall inside the ring. Both champions hold their titles as Simon stands, arms crossed.

Blackfront: Although they did not win, Dynasty standing tall.

Ace: You're not used to this by now? Come on Jason. Dynasty will always stand tall and reign supreme!

Short Change Hero begins back up and Dynasty stands tall and we fade to black.

Sean Jackson sees a Ghost From The Past

Blackfront: And that’s our show for tonight. For my broadcast partner Tommy Ace….

Suddenly, the piano opening to Evanescence’s Bring Me To Life filter through the Bankers Life Fieldhouse.

Ace: Well, maybe we aren’t done just yet. Who in the blue heck is this?

The big screen shows a pair of eyes, and only the eyes, closed as the lyrics of Amy Lee kick in. How can you see into my eyes like open doors?

Leading you down into my core where I've become so numb Without a soul my spirit's sleeping somewhere cold

Until you find it there and lead it back home

Just as suddenly as the music started, the eyes open, ice blue and almost disturbing in their large gaze across the arena’s floor.

WAKE ME UP!

The song continues as a singular light shines on the entrance. The man standing there

immediately generates a massive, ground-shaking roar from the UTA Universe.

Blackfront: You have to be KIDDING ME!?!?

Ace: It CAN’T be! Not HIM!

Tommy’s wrong however, as the long, red ponytail gives it all away. Ryan Corey, the often- imitated, never duplicated Nightbringer stands in the spotlight, wearing a pair of blue jeans, a simple pair of Reebok cross-trainers in yellow and dark blue, and an Indiana Pacers jersey, complete with the number ‘23’.

Blackfront: DYNASTY IS IN TROUBLE NOW! IT’S THE NIGHTBRINGER!!!!!

Corey begins to slowly make his way to the ring, slapping fives with the fans as he heads down the aisle. Making it to ringside, he continues in a lap around the guardrail.

Ace: You have GOT to be JOKING, Blackfront! That old fossil? Taking down the golden standard that IS Dynasty? That’s a great joke! You could go on the road with material like that!

Corey slowly makes his way to the ring steps, and as he reaches the top one, asks for a microphone. A ringside attendant quickly rushes one to him, and he steps up onto the apron and into the ring as the fans threaten to blow the roof off the joint. He smiles, and holds the mic in the air, asking for quiet. After a few moments, the crowd settles into a low murmur.

Corey: So this is how the good people of the UTA Universe welcome this old man into an arena, huh?

Again, the crowd goes nuts for a moment before calming down.

Corey: Well, from the bottom of what most think is my barely-ticking heart, I appreciate all the love so very, very much. But, I’m not here to get a rise out of Indianapolis, Indiana tonight…. CHEAP POP ALERT!

Corey: ...instead I’m here to talk to one man. A man who, at your recent All or Nothing show, used the help of a monster named Simon to steal the new UTA World Championship from Will Haynes. He calls himself a mental rapist, but I think he’s just a mental midget...that would be one Sean Jackson. Sean, you told me on Twitter if could, you’d say everything to my face. Here’s your chance, son.

Sean Jackson who had been walking backstage immediately sees everything on the monitor. The look of shock etched all over his face as he can’t believe that an old nemesis is now in UTA. As he turns to look back towards the entrance curtain, he contemplates just walking away. However, he couldn’t help but hear that Nightbringer had called him out.

Taking a deep breath, Sean makes his way towards the curtain. La Flama Blanca and Simon look at each other, questioning if they should follow or not. Jackson throws his hand up saying I got this!

Blackfront: Here we go, looks like Sean Jackson is answering the call.

Ace: Of course he is. Sean Jackson is the world champion and a member of Dynasty. This old fossil is going to regret calling him out.

As Sean Jackson steps out from behind the curtain, the fieldhouse erupts into a strong chorus of boos. He tries to look confident, but the look of trepidation covers his face anyways.

Blackfront: Sean Jackson is stunned…

Ace: Shut up, Ryan Corey has just caught him by surprise is all.

Sean stands there, looking up at the ring as if he’s seen a ghost. He slowly brings the mic to his face. He goes to say something, but the boos cause him to stop. He goes to turn and walk away, but again stops. With his back to Ryan Corey….

Jackson: You’ve got to be kidding me? Finally, he turns to face Ryan Corey.

Jackson: Seriously Ryan, who did you have to bribe to get into the damn building? I should have known with All Or Nothing happening in that trash dump called St. Louis, your Missouri show me nothing ass would crawl out of the woodwork.

Corey smirks, looking down at his shoes for a moment before looking at Sean.

Corey: Now, Sean...if you remember right, there were two things I told you on Twitter. One was that I don’t lie. I told you I’d find a way to grease the wheels, and at least give you a chance to live up to all your bragging. I’ve done that. The second? Well, once my lawyer and the UTA lawyers get everything hashed out, then, I’ll take that belt off your shoulders and destroy the cancer to this sport called Dynasty.

Sean blinks a couple of times, still shocked that Ryan Corey is standing in an UTA ring. With the

UTA world championship draped over his shoulder, he grips it tight.

Jackson: You know, that sounds about right. The old geezer Ryan Corey, thinking that he can just waltz into UTA and get a damn title shot at a championship belt Dynasty has made relevant for almost 10 months.

He points towards the ring, the veins popping from his neck.

Jackson: Well you can wish all you want to Ryan, but the fact of the matter is that there is a pecking order here and you aren’t in it. There are true challengers to my championship who are better qualified than you ever could be. Serious challengers like Leyenda De Ocho, like Nigma, or even Midget Mike Best.

A smile begins to form.

Jackson: Hell Ryan, you probably couldn’t even beat the women here in UTA. So don’t even step into that ring, thinking that you could ever stand toe to toe with me. For you see Ryan, I’m not that same kid from the NeWA who couldn’t get a fair shake from Don Owens, from Boaz City, or any of the other owners and promoters who couldn’t wait to treat you as some false celebrity. Corey can’t help but chuckle, since midget Mike Best did get an elimination in the big match.

Corey: Sean, you’re as delusional as you’ve always been, ever since you were a punk kid latched onto the coattails of Terry Norris and Bobby Blood back in the WWA, like you were back in TSW, what with your Brylcream Chairshots and the like. You can stand there and pretend like I’m no threat to you, Sean, but the thing of it is, I can see your eyes right now, and you and I both know better than that.

Ryan pauses for just a moment, thinking about his next words.

Corey: Here’s what it all boils down to, Sean. The infamous bottom line, the real deal, the coup de gras, as it were. I’ve known you since you first stepped into this sport, kid. I was in the room, if you remember right, when you signed that first contract to work with Terry and Bobby. I was in the room when you signed your contract to work the Midwest territory Corey Harding had established. For a short time, I was even in the NeWA while you were doing all the same stunts you did back in the day, taking every shortcut and back door imaginable to get where you wanted to go. That’s your story, Sean, like it or not. That’s Dynasty’s story, Sean, like it or not.

Ryan pauses for just a brief second. Sean begins to speak, but Corey holds up a hand, and almost miraculously, the wordy Jackson actually doesn’t talk.

Corey: Here’s MY story, Sean. While yes, I’ve run in a couple of packs before, for the most part, everything I’ve ever done in this sport has been on my own. I didn’t need anyone to win eight World Championships in my career. I didn’t have a single person watching my back down in Mexico, when a seven-foot, three-hundred pound plus monster of a man named Victor Mandrake spent the last two-thirds of his career doing everything he could to force me out of this sport, and no one to cover for me while dozens of others have tried as well. I didn’t have any backup the night I fought Eric Dane in a cage over in England for what at the time was the richest prize in our sport, and I didn’t have anyone in my corner three years later when I beat Matt McClain at his own game for the same title again.

Ryan’s face is starting to turn a bit red now, as he’s beginning to really feel it.

Corey: I’ve single-handedly fought against stable after stable after stable, Sean, and not once have I not finished the war on top. Not once. I’ve been in the ring, as you know, with some of the best that have ever stepped between a set of ropes. Dane. Michael Lennox. Ulfric. Mike Bell.

Mandrake. And the list of names could go on and on and on, all night long, Sean. You know it, and I know it. But that’s not why we’re here, is it? All that, it’s all water under the bridge right now, what was. I’m here for what IS. What IS, Sean, is a cancer called Dynasty running around this company, doing whatever they can get away with, stealing wins and taking food from the mouths of people far more deserving that the three of you will EVER be. What IS, Sean, is you, using that poor unfortunate soul Simon to do the dirty work for you at All or Nothing before you threw Will Haynes over the top rope to become the FIRST UTA World Champion. That speech you gave about how you and Dynasty made that belt relevant? Hogwash. That title’s barely two weeks old, Sean. You know what’s going to make that title relevant? Do you Sean?

For the first time, Corey takes a step forward, closing the distance between the two.

Corey: It’s when I’ve finally gotten the ink dry on a UTA contract after all these months of haggling, EARNED a shot at that belt, and done exactly what I told you a few days ago I will do. Beaten you, and the rest of Dynasty, on my own, relieving you of that title. Giving that title

meaning by being a fair and fighting champion the people out there can appreciate. Giving the men and women in the back a champion they can be proud to say represents the company they work for, a champion they want to get into the ring and fight, because they know there’s not going to be two or three other people coming behind them to alter the outcome of the match. You talk about relevance like you understand the term, yet you don’t know the first thing about it. Sean, I was relevant in this business long before you got here, and to this day, I am STILL relevant, because I have to travel all over the world to find people willing to get into the ring with me. When you can say, Sean, you’ve been in this sport for twenty years and you are STILL not only a household name, but a figure respected and revered AROUND THE WORLD...then, Sean, and only then will you truly understand relevance. That title doesn’t make you relevant. It’s how you defend it from here on out. I know you, Sean. Just like you did to win it, you’ll take every possible back door, every possible shortcut, use every possible trick you and Marshall Owens can come up with to keep it on your shoulder.

Now Sean has had enough of the skewed perception that Ryan Corey is giving. Yes, there is some truth to what was being said, but he would be damned to let the world according to Ryan go unanswered.

Jackson: Listen here Ryan, you don’t have a damn clue what you’re talking about. You mention Victor Mandrake, Eric Dane, Matt McClain as well as that piece of crap Mike Bell. But the fact of the matter is I’ve too faced them all. Yes, you had your moment in the sun when every promoter couldn’t wait to give you exactly what you wanted, all the while ignoring guys like me. When I first got into wrestling, I had to muddle around as some camera holding lackey for Terry Norris and Bobby Blood. They didn’t win their first damn match until I joined the team, their first of multiple world tag team champions didn’t happen until I showed them the way.

Sean moves the championship belt from one shoulder to the next, making damn sure Ryan sees it.

Jackson: You go on and on about everything you’ve accomplished in this sport, knowing damn good and well that none of the promoters gave me anything. When I finally had enough and started to branch out on my own, with a future shot at a world championship, I had it stolen from me by a man named Jason Jousma. I sat out, for two years because of a knee injury and when I finally did come back, I was once again cheated by owners and promoters who only wanted me to forward the career of others.

Sean points out towards the fans.

Jackson: And all because of idiots like these people who never wanted me as their champion. The main reason why owners and promoters like Brad Batee in the NeWA purposely stole two world championships from me…

He then motions behind him.

Jackson: The reason why James Wingate brought in Spectre to not only steal the UTA championship from me at Black Horizon, but the UTA tag titles as well. So don’t stand up there with your twisted view of reality and make this sound like it’s our fault. Wingate is just as much to blame for the formation of Dynasty as these idiot fans are, which means he’s just as much to blame for what happened at All Or Nothing. But I can tell you this much Ryan, and you can take it to the bank. For all your talk of Victor Mandrake, for all your talk of Eric Dane, Mike Bell, Matt McClain….

Now it’s Sean’s turn to smile.

Jackson: Here you are, in Wrestle UTA chasing the REAL world champion. Just like it should have been all along. Here you are, trying to convince yourself that it’s the early 2000’s and you somehow stand a chance against a man who has now held world championships in every organization that he’s been a part of….

Sean begins to pace back and forth on the stage.

Jackson: A man who has made a living now at retiring people over the last couple of years. A man who will in due time, retire you if you don’t get a brain between those ears and walk out of Dynasty’s company on your own.

Corey makes a point of laughing right in the view of Sean Jackson.

Corey: Your company? Dynasty’s company? Like you’re paying the bills around here, booking the shows, arranging for the venues, all that stuff, right? You and your buddies Perfection and Eduardo doing all that leg work for everyone, Sean?

Corey pauses and as Jackson brings the mic up to his lips, Ryan cuts him off before he can utter a word.

Corey: I didn’t think so. And spare me the whole “We run this company” schtick. It’s old and played out. Just like your whining, Sean. Oh woe is poor baby Sean! Look at how The Man has held down poor little Sean! Why won’t those big meanies give me what I want? Why won’t those men with all the money and all the power give in to my petulant fits and two-year-old temper tantrums?!? You haven’t changed a bit, Sean. You still, to this very moment, feel like this sport OWES you something. You still feel like you should be able to write your ticket to do whatever you feel like, all because you have some talent. And make no mistake, Sean, I call it like I see it. You DO have talent. I’ve never once said less. But you accuse me of being in that turn-of-the- century mindset, when you’re the one standing on that stage, making all the same damn excuses you made over a decade ago! When, oh when, Sean, are you going to man up?

Corey pauses, tapping his temple with his right forefinger, the mic in his left. He gives everyone that ‘EUREKA!’ look.

Corey: I know, Sean. How about right now, tonight, right here in this ring. You told me on Twitter if you had a chance you’d...what was it again? Oh yes, knock me out and end me. What’s holding you back, CHAMP? What’s keeping you from being a man of your word, and coming down here and proving to your Dynasty friends and the rest of the world just how much better you supposedly are than me?

Ryan pauses, watching Sean pace back and forth in a lather on the stage, debating with himself out loud on the virtue of walking down to the ring or staying put.

Corey: I know what it is little man, and so do you. You know that in a fair fight, one on one, even on your BEST day…..You. Can’t. Beat. Me. You know that, when the lights are hot and that title’s on the line, if it’s you and me in the ring, and Dynasty can’t help you...you know what will happen. You will be the first FORMER UTA World Champion. Because for all your banter, all your talk Sean, you are the same little kid you were way back when holding a camera for Terry and Bobby. Full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. But, I’m a man of my word. You said you’d come knock me out, I’ll stand here and give you your shot, kid. Let me invite you down here to the ring, Sean, so you can take your best shot. Or, CHAMP...are you scared you’ll swing for the fences and miss?

Corey walks to the corner, setting the mic down on the top turnbuckle, waving Sean down the aisle.

Blackfront: He just called Sean Jackson’s bluff!

Ace: Jackson’s not bluffing, you buffoon, he’s setting Ryan Corey up for the butt-kicking he so richly deserves.

Jackson continues to pace on the stage, his face twisted in rage, clearly conflicted about what to do. Corey sees this, and steps to the ropes, leaning over and turning his cheek toward Jackson, tapping it with a finger in a dare.

In a slow motion step that brings the crowd to it’s feet, Sean takes that first step down the ramp. Jackson: So let me see if I’ve got this straight. Ryan Corey, the Nightbringer himself waited all night, waited for JUST the right moment to pop in and issue the challenge. Answer me this Ryan, why did you feel the need to wait until AFTER my tag match in order to issue this challenge… After taking a couple of more steps, Sean stops, causing the cheers to switch to boos.

Jackson: Could it be, that just like always, Ryan Corey doesn’t do anything unless it benefits Ryan Corey first. Now I’m sure you would love for me to come down to ringside, to step into the ring and engage in an encounter that would surely give you some instant credibility in this company. But Ryan, I’m the world champion here and I don’t step to the sounds of a has-been like yourself.

Sean immediately begins to step backwards towards the entrance stage.

Jackson: I don’t jump when a nothing happening, Missouri nobody invades the UTA and demands something of me. You see, the way it works in this company, ingrates like yourself stand in line and pick at the scraps we leave behind. This isn’t the early 2000’s when fossils like yourself called the shots, this is 2015 and now WE run the show.

Now it is Sean who has the epiphany. He sees Ryan Corey, standing in the ring, goading him to enter. Yes, the same Ryan Corey that Sean Jackson watched before he too, finally broke into the business.

Jackson: Wait, that’s it...isn’t it? You now have to stand in the line of the old folks home and wish that guys like Perfection, La Flama Blanca, Simon and myself would leave table scraps for the rest of you relics. Well Nightbringer (sarcastic), you’re all alone now. The only thing you can bring yourself is false hope, because it will be a cold day in hell before you can ever sniff this championship belt.

Now back on the stage, Sean shakes his head in bitter disappointment.

Jackson: Look at you, standing there thinking that the same old ploys of yesteryear is going to work. Well I have an idea Ryan, why don’t you go look for Victor. Maybe he’ll give you whatever it is that you need to fill that emptiness in your life. Maybe you can go check into some other minor league organization to revive the Nightbringer name, because Ryan…

His eyes narrow, the voice now dry and cold.

Sean: If you stick around in UTA, you WILL feel the high knee to the back of your skull and the night will arrive. But it will be at a time that benefits me, and it WILL be at a time where you least expect it. That’s a promise.

Corey walks back over to the corner, picking up the mic.

Corey: Are you done? I mean, seriously, are you done with your little schpiel? Old, washed up, has been, yadda yadda yadda. Heard it for a decade now, Sean, and it still rings as hollow coming from your mouth as it has from all the others. Yeah, I’m not a young man anymore, Sean. Big deal. Forty-two years old. Still standing, still at the top of my game. No, Sean, I’m not trying to fill a void in my life. Unlike you, I have plenty in my life. I have my wife, my children, Camp Nightfall, a wildly successful career and a legacy in this sport unmatched by anyone. I don’t need to revive, as you say, my name because it’s never died, Sean. See, kid, what I did wasn’t a ploy to get instant heat, or to take advantage of a situation. Yeah, you wrestled a match. A match where half the time you stood on the apron and left Less-Than-Perfection do all your dirty work. I’m not blind, and I’m also not dumb. I know it’s been at least, now, a good fifteen to twenty minutes since your match. I also know that, as a pro, you’re in terrific, world-class-athlete caliber shape. So, I also know you’re ready to go if you have to….but here’s the thing, Sean. Here’s what always has and always will separate you from me. Our roles right now reversed, I wouldn’t have hesitated to walk down that aisle in front of you and jump right in front of your face. You? You stand there, your integrity as a champion, your courage as a man, challenged, and you find yourself unequal to the task.

Corey smirks right at Jackson, knowing that he will have touched a nerve in Sean’s psyche. As his face goes redder, he remembers that as the champion, he has to keep his cool. He can’t let NRC know that he’s getting under his skin. There’s also the heat generating through the Indianapolis crowd, this pro-NRC crowd that somehow he has to set back to nothing.

Corey: No, Sean. You call yourself the Real World Champion, but all you are is yet another dime- store chump with a big mouth, unwilling to back it up. What’s the matter, Sean? Are your friends not out here to make sure you don’t embarrass yourself? Scared that this old man is going to make you look bad in front of the whole party? All I’m giving you is a chance to back up all that bluster you put over Twitter a few nights ago, that’s all. I guess it’s true, Sean. The more things change, the more that remain the same. And you’re the same mewling kitten you were holding those cameras, unwilling and unable to prove to the world he’s a full-grown man. Come on down, kid. I’ll even let you have the first shot. I’ll just stand here, and you can punch me right here in the face with everything you’ve got, and I won’t lift a finger to stop you.

Corey looks at Sean’s face go a deep red, and he knows he has him right in the palm of his hand. Corey: Are you a man, Sean Jackson....or are you still that camera-toting child you keep proving yourself to be? Show me, Sean. Show the world, right here on world-wide television, which one it is.

Corey drops the mic, and stands center of the ring, his hands behind his back.

Sean grips his world championship, but then turns ever so slightly over his shoulder as if someone is whispering something to him. At that moment, a smile forms again and he faces the wrestling fans.

Jackson: Okay, okay. How many of you intransitive pieces of Indy garbage wants to see Sean Jackson take Ryan Corey up on his offer?

As the fieldhouse erupts, both Jason Blackfront and Tommy Ace are on pins and needles. Everyone is readying themselves for this epic battle that the fans are surely to call for.

Jackson: So you really want to see Sean Jackson put that old geezer out of his misery? You really want to see me murder an old man on television?

He takes two full steps and stops.

Jackson: Well too bad, because it isn’t going to to happen. Not here and not in front of a bunch of hacks who wouldn’t know the difference between a wrist lock and a wrist watch. Sorry NRC, but I’m going to do something that nobody else ever had the guts to do. Tell you no.

With that Sean Jackson drops the mic and walks behind the curtain, much to the displeasure of the fans. But just when you think it is over, the curtain again moves and out steps Marshall Owens.

Marshall: Oh and Mr. Nightbringer. My client meant that with all due respect.

Marshall too, drops the mic and disappears behind the curtain, leaving Ryan Corey standing in the ring.

Ace: Ha ha HA! Look at the intelligence of our UTA World Champion! He’s not going to let Ryan Corey leapfrog the line and get an opportunity when there are so many others more deserving! Blackfront: Did you listen to him at all? He didn’t ask for a title match, he just wanted Sean to back up all his talk on Twitter!

Ace: Yes, at the expense of possibly being hurt, or worse yet, having been forced into a title match against Ryan Corey! Sean Jackson is simply too smart to allow that to happen. Good for him, and good for Dynasty!

Blackfront: That’s not how I see it, but we’ll have to agree to disagree. For my colleague Tommy Ace, this is Jason Blackfront. Good night from Indianapolis!