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Slaughter XXIX

23 Dec 2009

EnergySolutions Arena, Salt Lake City, Utah (seats 22,000)


Narrator's Story

"It started years ago, in an office building in Florida. A man known simply as Lesaruss was put through the door of his office. He was the boss, and for his lack of desire to sign this man...He was put out of his own company for six months."

A picture of Travis Williams is shown, with long black hair, and no paint. He is gold laced with UCF Tag Team, Extreme, Ultimate, and World Championships. The first man in UCF to blow through the ranks and capture every title he competed for...It is the day he defeated Baracuss Diabolic for the UCF World Championship.

"He ended careers, he made an impact! He crossed the lines and leaped the borders way before TNA was ever a wet dream in some hick's mind! He ruled UCF, and did the same in sister company GWA. Being the only grand slam champion in it's history."

Several photos appear on the screen showing Travis in his new bald head no face paint after winning all four titles in GWA.

"He shot his brother and was sentence to hard time for his assault."

A photo is shown of Travis Williams being arrested with a Ruger 45 a foot away from his head.

"He joined sVo, and began his climb to fame. Taking the Las Vegas Championship from Gunner Lang."

A photo is shown of a darker Travis in all black with the Las Vegas title high above his head.

"Before the end of sVo, he went completely dark. His son was kidnapped by champion Alex Ross, and the face paint became a symbol of his hatred, his pain, and his depression. He was set to take on Alex for the belt, but a fatal gunshot to the head of Alex Ross inflicted by himself, was the last bang from sVo."

A memorial picture of Alex Ross flashes next...

"In HOSTILITY, he was Anti-Hero, and even as himself. Relentless came, and Travis quickly landed himself a deal with the company...Outside professional wrestling Travis was in a legal battle for his son and left wrestling suddenly...Until!"

A picture of Travis' arrival into DREAM is shown...

"DREAM Wrestling Federation...Tonight, we look at the career of Travis Williams in DREAM due to legal rights and other programming. Welcome to Slaughter!"


"That's right folks, welcome to Wednesday Night Slaughter!"

The camera pans across the screaming fans that have jam packed the arena.

"I'm your host, Jason Whiteside and what a show we have for you tonight as we prepare for Season's Beatings this Sunday on pay per view!"

We land on the entrance way and pyrotechnics begin exploding around the stage. As the smoke clears, the lights which where flashing go back to normal.

"We're not even going to waste any time tonight. Let's get right into the action!"

Zero vs Michael Byrd

"This opening contest should prove to be an exciting one kicking of the new Wednesday Night edition of Slaughter!"

"Sexyback" by Justin Timberlake starts to pound into the PA System of the new Slaughter House arena in Florida, as the crowd stands to their feet dancing. Michael Byrd comes out from the back showing a few dance steps of his own, letting his long blond hair bounce with every moment. After a few seconds of excitement for the crowd, Michael Byrd takes off running and slides head first under the bottom rope into the ring. He stands to his feet, and heads to a corner. He mounts the turnbuckle and does a weird sexual moment ordeal with the beat, before hopping down and waiting in the corner.

"I am not sure what to say on that one. Byrd looked like one of those metrosexuals that some company up north would produce!"

The arena lights dim and flash red momentarily, as a countdown appears on the DREAMTron.







"Reise, Reise" by Rammstein starts to blast out of the arena sound system, as wisps of smoke float across the stage. Zero appears from behind the curtain dressed in a long black overcoat, his painted face betraying no emotion as he strides down to the ring and dives headfirst under the bottom rope, climbing to his feet and shrugging off his coat as the lights return to their usual hue.

"Zero reminds me of some emo kid looking for attention. What is up with all these guys who like to wear makeup? I kid, come on now!"

The bell sounds, as the two men circle the ring. They step into a collar and elbow tie.

"Zero and Byrd are matched with strength, Byrd has just an inch over Zero in height though."

The two of them struggle in the ring, trying to out power one another. Zero finally gives up and throws a knee into the abs of his opponent.

"Zero has him doubled over. Hard club across the shoulders and Byrd looks like a chicken walking away from the scene of the assault."

With his elbows high back, Byrd stumbles towards the ropes. Zero gives him no time, as he grabs Byrd by the long blond hair.

"Zero is thinking, 'NOT SO FAST!' He has Byrd against the ropes, and throws a nasty chop to the pectoral of Byrd."

Zero sends Byrd into the ropes, on the return Zero throws the arm for a stiff clothesline, Byrd ducks, off the ropes again and he levels Zero with a flying forearm.

"Both men are down, as the referee starts his count."





"Zero is starting to move, as Byrd rolls over to his back!"




"Zero gets to his feet as the count stops!"

Zero looks at his opponent, who does a nipup shocking Zero.

"Byrd sprung to his feet, and he just takes Zero down with a picture perfect dropkick to the chin."

Zero rolls to and elbow as both me get to their feet again, and Zero charges in.

"Byrd with a Japanese armdrag on Zero, and back to his feet..."

Zero goes into a sitting position dazed.

"Byrd just knocked Zero's back out of alignment with a stiff kick to the spine!"

Byrd covers Zero hooking the legs.

"1...2...No, Zero gets a shoulder up after what was a shocking upset in the making!"

Byrd looks at the referee a bit disappointed. He grabs Zero up by the hair as both men are to their feet. Byrd drives the front tip of the boot into Zero's midsection.

"Byrd has the head hooked, Zero blocks a suplex attempt. Oh man, he snaps Byrd over with one of his own."

Both men lay on the canvas motionless, as Zero takes a moment to catch his breath.

"We'll be right back to the conclusion of this match after a word from our sponsors."

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"Welcome back to Wednesday Night Slaughter. Zero seems to be in control of things after a massive powerslam and a close three. He now has Byrd in a single leg Boston crab."

Byrd is squeezing his eyes, trying to drown out the pain. He reaches for the ropes, but is mere inches away from being able to grab a hold of it.

"Zero is trying to wear down Byrd, and also taking a few moments to catch his breath."

The fans start to cheer Byrd on, giving him the mental edge to extend and inch forward for the ropes.

"Byrd is just a fingertip from the ropes, AND HE HAS IT!"

The fans in the Slaughter House goes nuts, as Zero finally releases the hold after the referee's count hits four.

"Zero is taking the risk, but not trying the referee and his infamous five count!"

Zero picks up Byrd by the hair, and sets him against the ropes.

"Knife edge chop by Zero, and an Irish whip."

On Byrd's return he kisses the boot of Zero.

"A nasty big boot by Zero, that levels Byrd and almost required a dentist."

Zero walks around the ring, taunting the crowd. As he calls for the end, and is met with an arena full of boos.

"Zero is not making any friends here in the Slaughter House, but looks as if he is about to put the final nail in the coffin of Byrd!"

Zero picks up Byrd, stiff kick to the gut. He hooks the head and leg for a fishermen suplex. Byrd blocks and cradles up Zero.

"THREE THREE! Michael Byrd escapes with a victory. This has got to be one of the biggest upsets in DREAM history!"

Byrd rolls out the ring, as Zero realizes he has just lost the match. As "Sexyback" starts to play again, the crowd in the Slaughter House cheers with rejoice over Byrd's victory!

"We'll be right back after we pay some bills!"

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Walk Down Memory Road part 1

"The day Travis made his debut in DREAM was Slaughter XI, let's see his entrance!"

A New Nightmare Starts

Standing outside the arena, a man is smoking a cigarette. A security guard stands near him, attempting to get his attention.

Security Guard - "Excuse me sir? Hey, pal!"

The guard grabs the cigarette from in between his lips and tosses it to the ground…Stomping it out as the guy shakes his head.

Security Guard - "Do I have your attention now?"

The guy gives a slight sound of laughter from his vocal cords, before he locks eyes with the security guard.

Security Guard - "Either produce a freakin’ ticket pal, or take your nonsense somewhere else. There is a show taking place here!"

The guy starts to fish around in his pocket, as he grabs out his cigarettes, and his lighter and hands them to the guard.

Guy - "Hold this for me, while I find what I am looking for."

The guy reaches deeper into his pocket, and comes up short of producing a ticket for the show.

Guy - "Sorry, I guess I cannot find it!"

He reaches towards the guard and grabs a cigarette from his box, and grabs the lighter. He places the butt in between his lips, and lights it. The guard looks at him annoyed.

Security Guard - "I’M NOT GOING SAY IT…"

The guy punches him right between the eyes, laying the guard out on the asphalt. The guy reaches down, and grabs his cigarettes, putting them back into his pocket. A camera man catches it all, as the man calls him over. As he kneels before the guard, and looks at him and the camera.

Guy - "The name is Travis Williams, and I don’t need a "FREAKIN’ TICKET!" I work here!"

Travis stands up, taking a drawl off his cigarette. He blows the smoke towards the camera and smirks.

Travis Williams - "I guess they say, "You can’t teach an old dog new tricks?" I say, you can’t stop an old dog from attacking! Dream, it’s time to wake the hell up, REALITY IS HERE!"

Travis drops his cigarette on the chest of the guard, before walking straight into the arena.

"Travis went on to win his debut match against Pierce and became the first ever You Call It Champion, by defeating Chris Bladez at Path to Glory!"

Path to Glory
Travis Williams vs Chris Bladez
You Call It Championship

"Chris Bladez destroying Travis Williams with that chair. He now helps Williams to his feet."

Travis Williams stands, unable to keep still as he is in a daze. Blades steps back then comes forward with a superkick.

"Cutting Edge! No, Travis Williams side stepped!"

As he sidesteps, he scoops Bladez up, twist around and hits a back breaker.


Williams gets to one knee and looks down at Chris Bladez, who is out. He uses the barrier to pull himself to his feet.

"Bladez is picked up over Williams' shoulder."

Travis Williams heads towards the ring, Bladez still up. Once he gets to the edge, he drops Chris to where his face bounces off of the side of the apron and he falls to the floor.

"Travis Williams just has to pin Bladez. As there are no rules, a pin fall can count anywhere, but it appears that Travis wants to finish this match in the middle of the ring. Williams rolling Bladez into the ring, he is now entering himself."

Travis holds onto the top rope and looks out to the crowd. Chris begins to attempt to get to his feet. Once he is on one knee, Travis Williams runs at him. He steps up on one of Chris' knees and uses his other foot to kick Bladez right in the head.

"Travis Williams calls that the 'Never seen it coming'! Bladez is out and Travis Williams is going for the cover. he hooks the leg as the referee drops to count."

It appears to be a long slow count, but the referee hits the three.

"TRAVIS WILLIAMS WINS! He is the new Anarchy Champion. Chris Bladez brought this title in last week. I am unsure of how this will effect DREAM, but we seem to have an official champion being crowned right now!"

The referee hands the Championship to Travis Williams who holds it high in the sky by one hand as his music sounds. he is the new Anarchy Champion.

"He went on to drop his first match to Level-One in a nontitle contest, but at Bashed, he defeat Level-One and became the new DREAM World Champion. He was the number draft pick in the roster split, and defended his World Title from opening of Insomnia to the close. Also gaining the Tag Team Titles with Bladez!"

Picture is shown with Bladez holding the Fury Championship and Tag Title, Travis with the World and Tag Title.

"Stay tune, as Part 2 is coming soon!"

Welcome back, MPlow...

We cut to the backstage area, soon followed by the loudest crowd pop of the night. That could only mean one thing...

The Bandits have taken center stage.

"I can't believe this. I almost think he is doing this shit on purpose, trying to fool me, trying to trick me... I won't fall for it this time. NO-NO, I am not going to be played for the fool. I know his game, as soon as I break down... BAM! He's there for a smart ass remark, making me feel worse than Polowys mom on the day of his birth. But then again... there he lays. Motionless. Emotionless. I have been here for three hours now. I have dumped water on him. I have slapped him in the face, numerous times (I was wondering why CJ's cheek had a red hand print engraved on it. I called him every fathomable curse word in the book... and still I get nothing. Not even a smirk, not even a fart. I think I may have to use a shot of adrenaline... directly into his heart."

Good luck with that one Doozy. You should know this by now, Mr. Cool has no heart. Just a treasure chest full of gold.

"Maybe that will work. He has been like this for the past week. No broken bones, no internal bleeding... doctors are miffed, Dooze. There is nothing wrong with him... other than the fact that he can't wake up."

They call that a coma, Whammy. Just for future reference.

"We have a title defense tonight, and Jiles is in a FREAKING COMA! Is this serious, I thought he was just passed out drunk. What the fuck happened Wham?"

"It was a miracle I got him out of there alive. I was about to say screw it, and take off... but thankfully a cop had been driving by."

Imagine that, happy to see police... That is about as rare as saying the words cool, and cancer in the same sentence. It just doesn't happen... outside of Dream that is. Speaking of Cancer, he lays there, a few feet away from the rest of the Egg Bandits. Tucked nice and tight into a portable hospital bed. All the medical equipment seems to be functioning properly. I'm starting to think this may be ruse. I mean, CJ isn't even on life support. No respirator, no IV, not even a humidifier. He shows no signs of physical injury. I know, I have warned you all enough times...

Don't be fooled by Cancer Jiles.

"Wham, we were supposed to welcome back Mikey tonight... Eggs Bend-a-dick style. Now what am I going to do? It's not that I have any problems saying hello to the sod-sucking-shit-sifter. Part of me wishes it was I, who got to take on Mikey for his return match. But going out there and egging Mikey all by lonesome... Damn it Wham, it just doesn't feel right without, and I can't believe I'm about to say this... without Mr. Cool by my side. He does back up the talk, I have to give him that."

Before Whammy can respond, a knock is heard on the door.

"Hopefully this is the doctor with the adrenaline shot. Come on in!"

Sorry to inform you Dooze, but it's no doctor. It's Mike Polowy, you want to know how I know?

"Evening, gentlemen. Cancer." He nods at the men in the room. "Thought I'd play the Funky Bunch to Zylbert's Marky Mark tonight. Hope you don't mind that I brought the boss with me."

Told ya it was him, and it looks like he has brought some company. Here I thought tea time wasn't until after the main event.

"Hello Doozer." Mark Zylbert begins. "Whammy, the Dude... Cancer."

Both, MPlow and Zylbert share in a raucous laugh at the expense of the COOL champion. Looks like all those times the Bandits took arms against Zyldick have finally come back to bite them in the arse. Sure, go ahead, have you fun, dickheads.

"Oh, it's you two. I thought I smelled gay sex. Mike, it's so good to see you again. Listen, I have some dry cleaning I need to have picked up by tomorrow... Do you mind?"

"Come again?" Polowy queries, looking confused.

"No, probably just mustard." Zylbert quips, before the both of them burst out into laughter.

"Zyldick? Can you help a brother out then? I really need my suit for a special engagement I have tomorrow... You see guys, I, the great Doozer has a mandatory _CHAMPIONS_ autograph signing to attend. The one they hold before the PPV. It's a huge media blitz, and a lot of fun. Hey, when is the last time you attended one of those, Mikey?"



"That's what I thought. Now get the hell out of my locker room before I take both of you over my knee and spank the shit out of you."

The threat goes in one ear, and out the other. How ballsy is Doozy though. No fear, no worries. That is how a Champion acts. Sure, he's got a handicapped tag match in a bit. What does he care? He is superman for Christ Sakes. The real Santa Clause of Dream. No one messes with the Dooze... except for the guy catching zzz's in the back.

"Really guys..." Doozer looks down at the pair. "I have a pair of rubber gloves, and I'm not the type of guy who is afraid to get his hands dirty."

"No speaky, El Dooze-o." Polowy snaps, casually. "This is official DREAM Wrestling business. See, the eGG Bandits have been terrorizing the DWF since the inception. You've been practically holding the roster at gunpoint..."

"Correct me if I wrong, but shouldn't it be, egg-point?" Doozer chuckles.

"Alright, enough of this horsesh--" Polowy charges forward, but Zylbert quickly gets between the two men and holds MPlow back. "Look, just tell your tumor of a tag team partner this as well, cause it goes for you, him, and it goes for everyone associated with the Egg Bandits..."

"But not everyone can be a Bandit, can they Mike?" The Dude sasses back. "You need to be a champion, in order to be a Bandit. You need to know how to throw an egg through a narrow window, in order to be a Bandit..."

A smirk forms across Mike's face. He has something up his sleeve... but what? This whole situation is quite peculiar. Mike and Zylbert, standing in the Bandits locker room. Not one punch, not one kick, not one loogie has been cast. Chalk that up to Mr. Cool resting his eyes. If he were awake, this would be a blood bath right now. Or an egg bath. I think both Mike, and Zylbert would prefer the blood bath. Reason being, the two anit-Bandits have each shared unceremonious eggings at the hands of the Tag Team Champions.

"Doozer, I hope you and that idiot of a partner enjoyed the last time you egged me..." MPlow is practically giddy with anticipation. "Cause it will never. Happen. Again."

"We'll see about that, Mike." Doozer smirks right back. "You can never be to sure of anything around these parts. Heck, you might walk out into the hallway, make a left turn... someone yells your name, you spin around and find an egg b-lining it for your face. Things like that happen, every day."

Zylbert reaches into his pocket and pulls out that infamous piece of white paper.

"As of right now... and this is indefinite, neither Cancer Jiles, Doozer, or any member present or future of the eGG Bandits..." Zylbert announces, quite officially. "Will be permitted to egg Michael Polowy. It was a concession of his resigned DREAM contract, and I agreed happily. Mike fills the seats. He gets the crowd into the show. They come to see him."

"That's right, Dooze." Polowy practically cackles. "They come to see me, not you. Not these walking dick jokes you run with. They want to see the Mike Effect. I can't be out there, stealing show after show, having to constantly look over my back because of some idiot with an egg in his hand has a score to settle with the MPlow, you feel me?"

"I want to feel my knuckles cracking against your ugly face." he mutters back. "I won't agree to this, not at all."

Zylbert steps in.

"Don't worry. You won't have to for much longer. If you, or any of Egg Bandits, eggs Mr. Polowy, they are fired on the spot. No questions asked. That is how it is, because personally, I think you and your partner are the worst thing to ever happen in Dream history. I want you to egg Mike, just so I walk up to you, hand you that pink slip and send you packing to some third rate promotion. Then I want Cancer to do the same... but he may never wake up from what I'm hearing. Hey, Jiles! Stop sleeping on the job!"

With the fire, Doozer proclaims his contentions...

"This is fucking bullshit! Zylbert, you are going to pay dearly for this. This day will haunt you for the rest of your life. I am going to make sure of it."

"Ummm... guy who can't egg MPlow says what?"

The Dude falls for it...


"Haha, assholes." Polowy smirks. "Suck an egg, boys. It's all you can do with it anymore. And if you could, cell phone record CJ when he wakes the hell back up. I wanna see the look on his face when he finds out I'm un-eggable. "

With that, Mike and Zylbert exit stage left, leaving the stunned Bandits in shock, and sleeping. Suddenly, like the red sea parting...

"Wha... What the fuck? Did I just hear we couldn't egg Mike Polowy, ever again?"

That was Cancer, he has finally awaken from his slumber. I guess Mike's last remark echoed through out his cranium and started the party once again. I wonder if Mike would have kept his big mouth shut; if CCJ would have ever woken up from his slumber. I guess Cancer owes MPlow a thank you. I'm sure he will be sure to let him know how grateful he is at Season Beatings. I guess the news isn't all bad though. Tonight's tag title match is no longer a handicapped one, with CJ seeming full of life and energy now. He has begun to trash the locker room, along with the rest of the Egg Bandits. Even Whammy has gotten in on the fun. Lets get the hell out of here before the shit really hits the fan.

Marshall vs. Johnny Legend

"Welcome back to Slaughter. Next up, we have Marshall facing off against Johnny Legend once again. Last time these two met, Legend escaped with a victory. Let's see if he can prove it was not fluke!"

"F.I.G.H.T" by Unwritten Law starts to play in the Slaughter House, as Marshall comes out from the back with a pissed off look on his face. The crowd boos the man, who returns the jeers with gestures of the censoring type. He steps onto the apron and in between the ropes. He starts to jaw jack the referee as his music comes to an end.

"One can only assume he blames his lost on the referee. He seems to be trying to teach the referee how to do his job, instead of just doing his own!"

"Man Without Fear" by Rob Zombie starts to pour into the Slaughter House, as the fans stand to their feet and cheer the entrance of Johnny Legend. As he walks out, he gives a friendly but cocky smirk before walking down the isle tagging any hand that will extend far enough to grasp the flesh on flesh gesture. He gets to the ring, and dives under the bottom rope. Standing to his feet he throws his arms up in an angle as the fans cheer him even louder before his music comes to an end.

"No doubt that Legend left an impact on DREAM fans all over. As you can tell here at the Slaughter House, the man who is competing in just his second DREAM match is already beloved by the fans. He is truly got some evil thoughts though!"

The bell sounds as Marshall slaps Legend across the face like a pimp wanting his money. Legend stumbles backwards after the hard sign of disrespect from Marshall.

"There is no questioning Marshall's desire to embarrass Legend here, but Legend just came back out with a hard right hand flooring Marshall on impact!"

After hitting the canvas, Marshall slides back into the corner calling the referee over to him.

"Seems like Marshall is complaining about the use of a closed fist, but DREAM does not give a damn about a closed fist. We just want to see ACTION!"

The referee shrugs his shoulders, as he steps back and orders the action back on.

"Marshall seems to be in disbelief, by the referee not DQ'ing Legend, maybe he needs to have a talk with the heads of DREAM?"

Marshall screams at the referee, but Legend is rushing in and leaps...

"Hangtime corner dropkick by Legend, directly to the mouth and chest of Marshall!"

Legend pulls Marshall from out the corner, and covers him hooking both legs.

"One...Two...Marshall gets a shoulder up!"

Legend goes to a sitting position still with his smirk on his face. Marshall quickly rolls out the ring demanding the referee again. Legend is back to his feet and walks over to the ropes, but is backed up by the referee who is checking on Marshall.

"Now we have Marshall complaining about being in corner when Legend attacked him and that Legend grabbed his shorts trying to cheat out a win. What a joke!"

The referee ask Legend if he grabbed the shorts and gets a head shake for a no.

"The referee asked, but Marshall is wanting him to ask some kid in the front row."

The referee ask the kid if Legend grabbed the shorts, and the boys pats Marshall on the back.

"Oh man, does Marshall really have a fan? 'NO!' Okay that sums it up, the kid just burned Marshall!"

Marshall rolls back into the ring and turns to the boy.

"Oh, he feels really big now that he is threatening a little kid!"

Legend comes up from behind and grabs the waist, against the ropes, back, roll behind. Legend grabs a handful of shorts and makes it known.

"The referee is in position and unable to see the shorts being grabbed...Only two, as Marshall gets out!"

Marshall slides back and tells the referee of the shorts being grabbed again.

"He has a complaint now, but I think Legend wanted to actually commit the crime he was accused of!"

The referee asks Legend, who takes him to the ropes to ask the little kid.

"The kid smiles, as Legend nods to give him the okay to tell!"

Just then, Marshall comes up from behind Legend and puts the arm between the legs and low blows Legend with extreme measures.

"Now that was LOW, no pun intended."

The referee never saw the low blow, but expects some foul play. Marshall denies it all the way, as he starts to choke Legend to prevent any further investigation on the matter.

"He maybe a whiny little punk bitch, but he is without a doubt doing what he has to in order to get that W in his column tonight!"

The referee forces the break, as Marshall releases the choke and takes Legend to a side headlock.

"Stay tune to Slaughter, we'll be right back after these words from our sponsors!"

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"Welcome back to Slaughter. While we were gone, Legend attempted a comeback, but was quickly taken down by Marshall and now Marshall is trying to put him asleep."

The sleeper hold is in tight, as Legend is on the canvas starting to turn red.

"The referee has the arm of Legend, up it goes, and DOWN!"

The referee signals to the crowd 1 as he grabs the arm again...

"It's up again, as he shakes it. It fell limp again!"

The crowd starts to chant Legend's name to fire him up, as the referee lifts it up for the third time.

"It's up again, and it falls limp ag...NO WAIT! He stopped it. The shakes are in, he is HULKIN UP!"

Legend starts to a knee, and know has one foot on the canvas. He throws an elbow into the midsection as he starts to stand up.

"Legend looks to be ready to make his comeback for real this time."

Legend throws another elbow forcing the sleeper to be broke.

"Legend is freed, and hits the ropes!"

On the return Marshall throws a clothesline...

"Legend grabs the arm, ducks under and swings Marshall around, DDT!"

Legend covers Marshall, hooking the inside leg.

"One...Two...Too close to the ropes, as Marshall got a foot on the bottom rope!"

Marshall looks disappointed at the fact he did not hook both legs for that cover.

"Legend points to the ropes as he calls for his Legendary Leap!"

As the crowd goes nuts. Legend drags the body of Marshall out to position him away from the ropes.

"Legend runs to the ropes and leaps to the top!"

Legend turns around, just as he is met by Marshall who is rushing in and leaps on the ropes.

"Super German Suplex by Marshall! Wait, Legend lands on his feet and keeps on running!"

As Marshall hits the canvas of the German, Legend is on the top rope again.

"Marshall has no clue, LEGENDARY LEAP!"

Legend leaps off the top rope with a five star frog splash, and connects on an unsuspecting Marshall. Legend goes directly for the cover and hooks the legs.

"ONE...TWO...THREE! Legend has done it again. Two and O in DREAM and both wins are against Marshall!"

"Man Without Fear" starts to play again in the Slaughter House as Legend stands to his feet to celebrate with his fans.

"Slaughter will be right back after we pay my salary!"

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Walk Down Memory Road Pt 2

"In the recent showings by Travis, he won gold and lost it to Cancer Jiles after a game of cat and mouse and the name Anti-Hero!"

Travis Williams vs. Cancer Jiles

The lights in the arena dim, as the steady sound of a phone being left off the hook beeps throughout the arena. The hollow sounds of a woman’s voice saying, "House Keeping, HELLO" followed by some knocking and another "HELLO?". The guitar strums ever so lightly.

"You Find Me
But I Don’t Know
What You Wanna Say
Well God Is Great
And God Is Good
But God Didn’t Help Me When He Could
And Love Dances Slowly By!"

As the sounds of Sixx AM’s "Courtesy Call" slams into the arena, the lights come back partly as the man of man personas known only as Travis Williams, The Dark Shadows, walks out on top of the stage. The crowd tosses mix reactions towards the veteran of the sport, as he stands perfectly in the center of the aisle away from the fans’ fingertips.

"This Is Just A Courtesy Call
This Is Just Matter of Policy
This Is Just An Act of Kindness
To Let You Know That

Travis walks down with his arms beside him, elbow to his palms out in front of him with his palms open facing towards the air. He walks to the ring, where he stands for a second. He looks around the arena, and grabs the middle rope and steps up on to the apron. He wipes his feet on the apron, and then steps between the top and middle ropes. He enters the ring and walks over to a corner awaiting the opening bell, never blinking.

"Coming to the ring, from Philadelphia Pennsylvania, Mr. Cool.... Cancer Jiles!"

A chorus of boos rains down the from the DWF faithful as CCJ struts to the ring. He taunts the fans, who have developed a fine love to hate you relationship with the superstar. Upon arrival, Cool Cancer Jiles slides under the bottom rope then climbs up the turnbuckles. He reciprocates the fans appreciation of him, flipping them off a couple of times before finding in his final resting place; a seat atop the third turnbuckle. He stays perched there, awaiting the bell.


The bell rings and the match gets underway as Travis Williams grabs hold of the "Cool" Champion. Williams throws Jiles into the ropes and then grabs him in a sleeper hold as he bounces back, however Jiles fights his way out of the hold with several back elbow shots. Jiles nails Williams with a right hand to the side of the face then sends him stumbling backwards, before grabbing him by the arm and hitting an arm drag takedown. Jiles locks in an arm bar submission move before trying to hyper-extend the elbow of his opponent.

Williams shouts out in pain before reaches over his head and grabbing Jiles, flipping him forwards. Williams rises to his feet and bounces into the ropes which sends him back towards Jiles, however before he can get any offence in Jiles takes him down with a clothesline! Jiles looks down at Williams and mimes throwing an egg in his face before seizing him and pulling him back to his feet. Jiles nails Williams with a knee to the midsection, before lifting him into the air and taking him back down to the mat with a huge suplex! The fans boo the move from JIles, but the "Cool"Champion quickly hooks the leg to make the cover on Williams!



A shoulder up off of the mat from Travis Williams means that this one continues!

Travis Williams slowly rises back up to his feet and manages to duck under an attempted right hand from Cancer Jiles! Williams grabs Jiles around the waist and takes him down to the mat with a German suplex which draws scattered cheers from the crowd. Williams begins to nail Jiles with some mounted punches before the champion forces his way back to a standing position. Jiles chops Williams across the chest, but as he tries to repeat the move, Williams ducks under the his arm and rolls him up with a school boy!




No! Jiles gets a shoulder up to kick out of the shock pin attempt from Williams that nearly had him beat! Jiles staggers back up to a standing position, but Williams sends him hard into the turnbuckle before following up with a spear in the corner! Jiles stumbles out of the corner right into a bulldog in the middle of the ring from Travis Williams! Williams has taken control of the match as the Jiles lays on the mat in pain! Williams laughs at Jiles before pulling him to his feet. Williams positions Jiles for a DDT, before dropping him hard on his head in the center of the ring! This match could all be over, as Williams hooks the leg!




NO! Cancer Jiles manages to get a shoulder up! Williams pounds the mat in frustration and climbs to his feet. Jiles groggily stands up and shakes his head, and Williams moves in for the kill. Suddenly, the lights dim, and Williams turns to look up the ramp. Anti Hero appears, his arms folded over his chest. Williams backs away slowly, right into Cancer Jiles. Williams spins around, in instantly hits the Shadow Cast, before hooking Jiles' leg!




The referee hands Williams the "You Call It" Championship, as the lights return to their normal hue. Anti-Hero has disappeared from the ramp, and Travis Williams frowns as he stares towards where Anti-Hero stood on the ramp, as he calls for a microphone.

Check Mate

As Travis Williams throws his newly won 'YOU CALL IT' Championship over his shoulder, he takes a few deep breathes to gain his composure.

"First off...This title is no longer COOL! It's Hostile, it's THE HOSTILITY CHAMPIONSHIP!"

The DREAM fans for once cheer Travis.

"Yeah, you know exactly what I am talking about you guys! I was told I was never good enough to be HOSTILITY Champion, that I was not a big enough SUPERSTAR! I threw on a mask, and wrestled...I got close, but once they learned about my identity I was dropkicked back down. I come to the OCEAN known as DREAM, and it makes that pond known as HOSTILITY seem so SMALL! So, for those who said I could NEVER be HOSTILITY CHAMPION, FUCK YOU!"

The fans cheer again, as they chant.


"Now, Titan and mimic man. I am more than happy to take on Anti-Zero at Slaughter next week. Under HOSTILITY RULES, well my HOSTILE RULES. There are ZERO RULES! Not only that, but I will place my HOSTILITY Championship on the line. When I am done, I will eliminate two of the sorriest fucks to ever sour the name of DREAM!"

The fans cheer as he drops the microphone and holds up the title. "Courtesy Call" by Sixx AM starts to play once again as the show fades to a commercial break...

Travis Williams vs. Anti-Hero

The lights in the arena dim, as the steady sound of a phone being left off the hook beeps throughout the arena. The hollow sounds of a woman’s voice saying, "House Keeping, HELLO" followed by some knocking and another "HELLO?". The guitar strums ever so lightly.

"You Find Me
But I Don’t Know
What You Wanna Say
Well God Is Great
And God Is Good
But God Didn’t Help Me When He Could
And Love Dances Slowly By!"

As the sounds of Sixx AM’s "Courtesy Call" slams into the arena, the lights come back partly as the man of man personas known only as Travis Williams, The Dark Shadows, walks out on top of the stage. The crowd tosses mix reactions towards the veteran of the sport, as he stands perfectly in the center of the aisle away from the fans’ fingertips.

"This Is Just A Courtesy Call
This Is Just Matter of Policy
This Is Just An Act of Kindness
To Let You Know That

Travis walks down with his arms beside him, elbow to his palms out in front of him with his palms open facing towards the air. He walks to the ring, where he stands for a second. He looks around the arena, and grabs the middle rope and steps up on to the apron. He wipes his feet on the apron, and then steps between the top and middle ropes. He enters the ring and walks over to a corner awaiting the opening bell, never blinking.

The lights in the arena go very dim, as the big screen at the entrance ramp starts to flash the AH logo that was made famous a year or so ago in HOSTILITY, as the lights go out and a red glow hazes in the arena.

Pain is sexual
I’m, And I’m Horny
I’m, I’m Horny"

As Dark Lotus’ "Hurt Myself" starts to echo throughout the arena, two men start to walk out dressed in full Anti-Hero gear. One is black outlined in red, and the other is black outlined in blue.

"I jump in a mosh pit
But I’m alone
Between four trees I get it on
My brain is hemorrhaging
It’s them or me
It ain’t easy knocking over a tree
I pass out, I wake up the room is padded
It would appear I had it"

Both men walk side by side with one another, as they get to the bottom of the ramp, and split direction. They both go to opposing sides of the ring and step up on the apron and into the ring. As they meet again in the middle of the ring.

"A layer of skin oh, I pull it back
And smooth it back down with one simple smack
Wednesday nights I got kicked off my bowling league
Just cause I show up and bite a bowling ball then leave
Yeah go ahead, curse me you fagots
So I throw my legs under moving cars
You’ve got your habits
I don’t consider it hurting myself, it brings joy
Now shut the fuck up, BATTER UP!"

Both men raise their arms straight to the side and showcase to the crowd their desire to hear them. A mix reaction is given, as the fans really have no clue how to take Anti-Heroes? They both walk over to the same corner and await the opening bell. The lights shut off and the arena goes pitch black dark. An explosion from the corner post goes off and the lights come back on, there is now only one Anti-Hero as the bell sounds.

"Last Man Standing match! The only way to win, and leave the You Call It Champion is to knock your opponent completely out! I can only wonder what is going through Travis Williams' head as he faces the alter ego he once played. How can one feel, facing themselves?!"

The two men begin circling clockwise around the ring before lunging forwards and locking up in the middle of the ring. Anti-Hero gains an early advantage, locking Williams up with a rear waist-lock. Williams pries Anti-Hero's hands open and twists around behind him, hooking both of his arms and sliding him over his back and pinning his shoulders to the mat with a backslide!

"He quickly lets go, knowing a pin will not win this match."

Anti-Hero kicks out strongly and rolls back to his feet. Williams also finds his footing and runs at Anti-Hero, leaping and aiming a flying forearm at the masked man's head. Quick as a flash, Anti-Hero drops to the mat and Williams flies right over him. Anti-Hero stands and spins, thrusting a spinning shin kick at Travis Williams' head, who takes his turn to duck out of the way. Anti-Hero crashes to the mat and Williams promptly drops a leg across his throat. He stands and jumps over Anti-Hero, going for another leg drop, only for Anti-Hero to roll out of the way and to his feet, immediately throwing a front dropkick at Travis. Anti-Hero is shocked as Williams manages to dodge the dropkick and instead catches the masked man's feet. Anti-Hero hits the mat and Williams quickly wraps up his legs in a figure four with his arms and turns a struggling Anti-Hero over into a Texas cloverleaf!

Williams wrenches the lock in as Anti-Hero cries out in pain. Still relatively fresh in the match, Anti-Hero lifts himself off the mat and scurries towards the ropes using his arms for momentum. Williams manages to stall him slightly, fighting to keep the move locked in tight as long as possible. Anti-Hero crawls and reaches towards the ropes but comes up just short.

Inching towards the ropes, Anti-Hero's arm shakes from the strain as Williams pulls back, stretching Anti-Hero's back out. With a final reach, Anti-Hero drapes a finger over the bottom rope, but his arm drops to the mat as Williams releases the hold and dives onto his masked opponent with a heavy elbow drop across the back of his neck. Williams stands and drags Anti-Hero towards the turnbuckles, however Anti-Hero drives his elbow into his face and knocks Williams down. Anti-Hero makes straight for the ropes and leaps onto the middle rope, bouncing onto the top rope and flipping off backwards with a beautifully executed double-jump moonsault... Right onto Williams' waiting knees.

"Anti-Hero doing moves I never imagined Williams ever trying under the mask. Who is this?"

Anti-Hero clutches at his ribs and writhes on the mat as Williams staggers to his feet, slightly awkwardly. He moves towards Anti-Hero and pulls him to his knees by his mask. Still winded from his failed moonsault attempt, Anti-Hero fires away and drives a left hand into Williams' abdomen. Williams is staggered, but he continues his advance on Anti-Hero only to receive a hard right hand to the midsection following up the other. He stumbles slightly and Anti-Hero throws another punch, this time connecting with Williams' head. Williams reels, groggy from the impact, and Anti-Hero hits an enziguiri!

"This is defiantly not a clone of Travis Williams. We where able to tell that at the size difference.

Anti-Hero wastes no time in climbing back to his feet. Anti-Hero kneels down to grab Williams, however Travis pushes him backwards and climbs to his feet. As Anti-Hero runs forwards, he finds himself on the receiving end of a huge back body drop. Travis Williams rolls out of the ring.

"Williams seems to be searching for something under the ring. he is! Travis is pulling a table out from under the ring."

Travis begins to set the table up. Once it's up he turns to the ring in time to see Anti-Hero dive through the ropes. As Anti-Hero hits the suicide dive, Williams' head bounces off of the floor. Anti-Hero gets to his feet, pulling Travis up with him.

"Several shots to Travis Williams' head. Anti-Hero now scooping Travis up. He's having a little bit of a problem doing it, but he has him, SLAMMED RIGHT THROUGH THAT TABLE!"

The referee checks on Travis and begins counting. Williams doesn't move. Finally, he hits 10.

"ANTI-HERO HAS BEAT TRAVIS WILLIAMS! He is your new "You Call It" champion!"

Anti-Hero has his hand raised as he holds the belt. Suddenly the lights flash off. A few moments later they are back on, Anti-Hero seems to have slimmed down even more as he stands victorious over Travis. Anti-Hero runs, sliding into the ring.

"I know the man who faced Travis Williams wasn't Williams' size, but this can't be the same person!"

Anti-Hero climbs the turnbuckle and holds the belt up as he uses his free hand to remove his mask. The crowd goes insane.


From under the ring comes Doozer, wearing Anti-Hero pants along with an eGG Bandit t-shirt. He enters the ring.

"The eGG Bandits have played mind games with Travis Williams all along!"

The camera gets an awesome shot of Cancer looking down from the top turnbuckle to Travis Williams, laying in a heap of broken wood as the show fades to black. "Season's Beatings will truly be a show watched for several reasons, Polowy vs Jiles, Doozer vs Cy, and what does the future hold for Travis Williams? Pay Per View folks, ORDER IT NOW!"

eGG Bandits vs. chicKEN Chokers

"It's time for the main event, and this week...It is for the DREAM Tag Team Championships held by Cancer 'COOL' Jiles, the current reigning 'COOL' Champion and Doozer, the current reigning DWF World Champion. They make up the team known by their teenager pranks as The eGG Bandits!"

We are take back to several of the eggings that The Bandits have partook in, as well as when Cancer Jiles pinned Travis Williams, to put eGG Bandits over Company Policy and the new Tag Team Champions.

"Their opponents are known as the ChicKEN Chokers, Dark and BR Ellis. Two men who have decided to match the same nonsense of the eGG Bandits with their use of actual live chickens to harass a few members of the DREAM roster."

We are taken back to the start of the ChicKEN Chokers...As they unleash live chickens on members of the roster and pester the hell out of DREAM's Tag Team Champions, The eGG Bandits.

"When we get back, we will have the introduction of our tag teams and the start of this huge main event to kick off the first Slaughter House's hosted Wednesday Night Slaughter!"

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"Welcome back to Slaughter, as it's time for the entrances of The ChicKEN Chokers!"


Insane Clown Posse's "Chicken Hunting" starts to blast throughout the arena, as Dark and BR Ellis step out on top of the ramp. The crowd starts to boo them extremely loud, but the chicKEN Chokers honestly do not care. They head down the isle in the middle, out of reach of all the fans. As they get down to the ring, both me jump up on the apron with their knees and stand to their feet. They look at one another and give a perverted gesture to the crowd, before stepping through the ropes. As both men walk over to a corner, their music cuts to an end.

"BR Ellis and Dark must be at the top of their game tonight in order to defeat the only tag team in DREAM history to be undefeated. If not, they will fall very short of the task at hand. However, no matter what they do, these two men coming out will have something to say on this issue. It's time for the champs, The eGG Bandits!"

"As he transforms to a whole 'nother being... SUPER DUPER..."

Daps and pounds hits the PA, The Dooze and Mr. Cool make there way down to ringside. Half way, the two Bandits open on on the spectators... tossing random eggs into the crowd, the dumb fans act as if they were free hot dogs. The smart fans, knowing their calling card, pull out and open up their umbrellas. Used to shield themselves from the forthcoming EGGING onslaught.

Mr. Cool and The Dooze show no bias, as children, grown men, and old ladies who for some reason come to our show, are unmercifully pulverized with Eggs by the Bandits. Eventually, the EGGING subsides and Egg Bandits climb into the ring, and await the bell.

"Looks to be Ellis and Jiles starting off this match. As their partners grab the tag rope on the outside apron."

Jile and Ellis circle the ring, before stepping center with a collar and elbow tie up. They struggle with each other for a bit, until Jiles pulls in Ellis with a headlock.

"The match has started with some chain wrestling with Jiles having the upper hand."

Jiles rolls around with the arm, and does an arm lock from behind. Ellis tries to grab a leg between his own, but no luck.

"Jiles is one step ahead of Ellis, by keeping a leg out from in between Ellis'."

Jiles taunts Ellis until he catches an elbow to the side of the head. Ellis ducks under and rolls around with his own wrist lock of sorts.

"Great chain wrestling between these two."

Ellis pulls in Jiles to a headlock and whips him over his hips and they go to the ground with Ellis still holding onto the head with a side headlock.

"In this position, Ellis has the advantage with his body weight being on top of his opponent's body. Jiles will have to roll and get that weight overturned against him! We will return after a short break from our sponsors!"

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"Welcome back, Ellis is still wearing down Cancer Jiles with the side headlock."

Ellis starts to stand with Cancer and brings over to his corner.

"TAG! As we get to see Dark early in this match!"

With the headlock still applied, Ellis grabs the left arm and holds it up.

"Dark off the middle rope, Axe Handle to the side!"

Ellis exits the ring as Dark is left to handle Jiles on his own.

"The ChicKEN Chokers look to have a nice battle plan drawn up. Can they keep on this path?"

Dark grabs the hair of Jiles, and slams him forehead first into the turnbuckle pad. Cancer stumbles back on impact, as Dark decides to do it again for a great laugh.

"I think Jiles is flying higher off these turnbuckle pads than he has in a long time on anything else!"

Dark gives a third one for good measures as Jiles comes stumbling out the corner almost in a drunken state. Dark mocks him, until Cancer stumbles around to feel the boot of Dark kiss his stomach.

"Boot to midsection, off the ropes Dark goes and on his return..."

Dark introduces a knee smash, as the palms of his hands slam the back of Jiles, and knee in the chest. As Cancer falls to the canvas, out of breath. Dark quickly mounts a cover, as the referee goes into position.

"ONE...TWO...NO! Doozer saves their title hopes!"

Doozer with a version of a short punt kick to the side of the skull of Dark, sends Dark flipping off of Cancer.

"Cancer seems to be sliding his way towards Doozer, as the crowd cheers him on, in what I can only hope that it is to see Doozer hit the ring!"

Jiles lifts some, and looks at Dark about to tag in Ellis. Jiles springs up and forward...

"TAG! Doozer is on fire!"

Doozer leaps over the top rope as Ellis just jumps in illegally.

"Ellis is met with a flying shoulder block for his efforts!"

Ellis falls to the mat as Dark is to his feet. Doozer flies at him, another shoulder block.

"The fans here in the Slaughter House are going CRAZY for Doozer!"

Ellis is back to his feet, as Doozer slams him to the canvas immediately. Dark stumbles up, and Doozer lifts him up.

"Doozer has him on the shoulder in the corner, looks like a running powerslam."

Doozer drops himself on top of Dark who lands on Ellis. Jiles finally able to get to his feet, as both men take their opponents and send them into opposing corners.

"They've got them mounted..."

'1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10'

The fans chant with every blow the eGG Bandits land on the ChicKEN ChoKERS.

"Doozer and Jiles are making this look extremely easy."

Doozer and Jiles grab their opponents and Irish whip them to the center. When they meet, they nail chest and heads.


Ellis falls to the canvas and rolls to the outside. Dark stumbles backwards and falls out the ring between the middle and top ropes.

"While the referee tries his damnedest to get this match under control, we are going to step out. When we return...The final of the main event..STAY TUNE!"

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"Welcome back to Slaughter. The referee has finally gotten control of the match as Doozer has Ellis in the corner."

Doozer thrashes Ellis with some hard shoulders into the midsection, on after another, until the referee's count is at four.

"Doozer finally lets up, and Ellis crumbles to the canvas holding his stomach."

Doozer grabs up Ellis by the arm.

"Doozer has Ellis up, pulls him in and SHORT ARM CLOTHESLINE!"

Doozer pulls Ellis back up never releasing the hold on his arm.

"Doozer has Ellis off the ground, BOOM! Samoan Drop!"

Ellis crashes down on the canvas as Doozer springs back over into a cover.

"Dark is in to break up the cover!"

As the referee forces Dark out the ring, Doozer tags in Cancer Jiles.

"Cancer and Doozer lift up Ellis, and drop him with a double brainbuster!"

As Ellis hits the canvas, Cancer goes into the cover. Dark bum rushes into the ring.

"Dark just stomped Cancer in the head!"

Doozer gets back into the ring, but the referee grabs him and holds him back.

"The referee is trying to get control of the match, but look at what Dark is doing!"

Dark lifts up Cancer and drops him with a DDT. Grabbing the leg of his partner BR Ellis, he drags him closer to their corner.

"Dark is back on the apron as both are on the canvas."

Ellis extends his arm and tags in Dark, as Cancer heads towards Doozer.

"Dark is in, and Cancer is almost to Doozer!"

Dark hits the ropes and drops a knee on the back of the head of Cancer preventing a tag.

"His face just slammed into the canvas off that knee drop!"

Dark taunts the fans and Doozer as Cancer tries his damnedest to get back up.

"Dark is wasting too much time here, he needs to finish him off!"

Dark grabs up Jiles and Irish whips him into the ropes.

"Dark drops down for the back body drop!"

On the return, Cancer grabs the head of Dark and swings around.

"SWINGING NECK BREAKER! Cancer is back into this match!"

Both men lay on the mat motionless, as Doozer starts to stomp and clap to get the fans behind his partners.

"As the crowd here in The Slaughter House is going ape shit nuts over wanting Doozer in this match."

Cancer starts to slide towards Doozer, as Dark starts to slide to prevent him.

"Cancer is almost there!"

Dark back to his feet, Cancer leaps up but a leg is caught by Dark.

"MULE KICK! Cancer flips into the TAG!"

Doozer comes into the ring and lifts up Dark and slings him into the ropes.


Doozer is fired up, as the referee goes to remove Ellis from the ring.

"Doozer is calling in Cancer!"

Doozer puts Dark in the corner as the fans go nuts.

"Cancer is rushing in, ITS GOOD!"

Cancer kicks Dark low, as Doozer comes in...

"ITS GOOD! Eggs Benda-Dick!"

Cancer slides out pulling Dark out the ring. Doozer covers him as the referee slides into position!

"THREE THREE THREE! eGG Bandits have retained here at Slaughter!"

"Daps n Pounds" by Kid Cudi starts to play again as Cancer joins Doozer in the ring has they are handed their tag belts and singles titles as they start to celebrate.

The Coming

A low frequency hum can be heard coming from the DREAM Wrestling video screen at the top of the entrance ramps. Action in the ring would now give way to things yet to come.

The sound of native American chanting and drums can be heard over the PA and the monitor reveals a shaman dancing about a ring of fire. A booming voice over narrates (though it's obvious that the sound mix was a bit rushed and off for the venue).

"I am the bite of fire. Worshiped since the dawn of time for its warmth and feared for the pain it brings to those who lack wisdom.

The picture shifts to show the powerful running legs of native warriors, and pans up to reveal their stick and shaft weapons as they proceed to hunt down a deer. One brave jumps over some brush to find himself staring at the wide open expanse of the canyon below.

"I am the dichotomy of air. Without it none can live. In fear of it, one may fall."

The picture shifts to a lens glare silhouette of a large man with long hair. His body appears well-proportioned, but details are impossible to discern.

"I am nature's Force. All that is given, can easily be taken away."

Screen fades to Black.