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Slaughter XIV

17 Aug 2009

Donald L. Tucker Center, Tallahassee, Florida (seats 12,500)




The DREAM logo appears across the screen then explodes into the Monday Night Slaughter on HOTv logo. Once it fades away the camera pans across the Slaughter entrance stage. Pyros begin to fire in the air and the fans scream.

"Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Monday Night Slaughter on H.O.T.v in full HD! I'm Jason Whiteside and we're coming to you LIVE from the Donald L. Tucker Center in Tallahassee, Fl."

The camera pans across the fans holding signs and screaming.

"Tonight will be exciting as we have some of the hottest young talent in DREAM performing! Let's kick things off!"

Now Hiring

The scene cuts.

"Good evening, Florida, and welcome to this edition of the Monday Night Slaughter!"

Standing with microphone in hand somewhere backstage is a husky but relatively cute young woman, looking not much older than 22 or 23 years of age. Sporting a white T-shirt and blue shorts, she looks into the camera with bold blue eyes framed by hair that’s very deep blond in color.

"You probably don’t know have a clue as to who I am, so I had better introduce myself. I’m Lora Kirk, the latest addition to the DWF talent roster… and I am the person who will save our Women’s Division."

She winks conspiratorially.

"As if that’s not surprising enough, I’m here to make an odd announcement. I’m just starting out in this wonderful world of wrestling and so I need a coach. A real coach. A professional coach with experience. I know I’ve got the ability to trounce anyone management sees fit to pit against me. But I’d like to have a ground crew, so to speak; I’d like to see if there’s anyone out there who can help me maximize my potential."

Lora glances over at someone off-camera. Whatever this person is saying or gesturing isn’t really apparent but it goads Lora to turn back to the camera and lift the microphone back up to her lips.

"If you think you’d like to be on Team Lora, the winning team, hit me up. We’re hiring!"

Her smile turns to a smirk, taking on a much more sinister nature.

"And, believe me, you’ll want to send me your résumé after you see what I’m going to do to those three poor little girls tonight."

Making Friends... err.. Enemies

Backstage, USXF are talking in the hall. Shaun XF is prepping Lady America for her big women's match later tonight.

"Look, you can do this. All you have to do is get three others over the top rope."

Lady America looks at Shaun like he's stupid.

"That is the point of an over the top rope elimination match Shaun. I'm not dumb. I'm not worried either. Tonight, I will proudly serve the American DREAM fan and eliminate the other women in my match. Then I, like the US Armed Forces, will move in to take down a greater evil. Mike Polowy will relinquish the Womens Championship, as he will no longer be allowed to run the division as a dictatorship!"

At that moment, Travis Williams walks into the scene. He wears a stylish blazer over his white button up shirt along with dress slacks. on his wrist an expensive watch, and around his neck a shiny chain. Of course, he still has the most evil face paint in DREAM history upon his face. On his shoulder is his bag, presumably full of wrestling gear.

As Travis walks by he slaps Lady America on the ass. She jumps forward and turns around, obviously looking violated. Shaun XF pushes her aside and steps in front of her.

"You have a problem buddy?"

Williams stops and stares at XF, tilting his head to the side. He then smiles, keeping his mouth closed, so that the skull painted on his face gives Shaun an evil grin.

"I think you should choose your words a little bit more carefully when talking to me FX."

Shaun protest.

"It's XF!"

Travis shrugs.

"Whatever. You two need to steps aside. I have a main event match to get ready for."

He reaches behind Shaun and pets the side of lady America's cheek.

"Of course there is room in my dressing room for you sweet cheeks, if you wanna party with a real man."

She pulls away and scoffs. XF stands up tall, still much shorter then Williams.

"Look man, you need to move on."

Travis smirks again and stands back up, staring at XF.

"You got a problem? Do something. Till then get out of my way."

He walks forward, pushing Shaun XF into the brick wall hard and walks out of the scene laughing evilly. Lady America checks on Shaun who stands up, holding his back.

"I think we will do something, I think we will."

T.J. Parker vs James Devine

As we move ringside, James Devine is already in the ring. "Close your eyes and imagine, feel the magic, Vegas on acid, seen through Yves St. Laurent glasses..."

The crowd erupts as the opening lines to Kanye West's 'Diamonds From Sierra Leone' fills the arena and T.J. Parker comes out from the backstage area.

Doing his best to get the crowd into the moment, T.J. bounces from one side to other throwing his hands in the air, pointing to himself, and crossing his arms to pose center stage. His descent to the ring is a quick one as he sprints and slides underneath the bottom rope, popping to his feet on the other side, and leaping to the 2nd turnbuckle to pose once more for his fans.

T.J. soaks up the adoration before hopping down to stretch out while awaiting the bell.

"As the bell sounds they lock up. Irish whip by James Devine sends T.J. Parker into the ropes."

As T.J. comes on the return he leaps and twist, throwing his elbow out.

"Back elbow smash by T.J. Parker!"

T.J. gets to his feet quickly, leaps throwing his legs out.

"Standing double leg drop by Parker. The fans are going wild."

Parker quickly gets to his feet again.

"T.J. Parker yanks James Devine to his feet. Parker is an astonishing young man and this match so far proves he has a bright future here in DREAM. on top of that, the fans love him!"

T.J. climbs to the second rope and holds his arms out.

"It appears he may be going for his patented second rope leg drop."

However, James Devine turns over and pushes his way to his feet.

"T.J. seems to be calling an audible in mid play as he backs up to the top turnbuckle."

He leaps, throwing his legs out.

"James Devine catches him!"

T.J. quickly leans back, and twist Devine over.


The fans pop loudly. T.J. Leaps to his feet, running towards the ropes. he grabs the top and jumps to the second before leaping back.

"Moonsault! He hits perfectly, now going for the cover. Parker hooks the leg as the referee counts."

As the referee hits three the bell sounds and T.J. Parker's music hits.

"T.J. Parker just made an impressive Slaughter debut absolutely dominating this match. I am going to go ahead and call it folks, within six months Parker will have some sort of gold here in DREAM."

T.J. celebrates on the turnbuckles, holding his arms out and posing for the crowd as we go to commercial.

Tessa's rebuttal to Polowy

The "Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl" Tessa Martin, Dawn McGill, and special guest 'The Hellcat' Kirsta Lewis stand in the ring.

Tessa speaks. "First, I want to go back to last week and what Mike Polowy had to say..."

Replay of Mike Polowy's promo from last week's Tuesday Night Insomnia:
[["As the DWF Women's Champion," he continues, ignoring the sudden turncoat from the fans. "I have a job to do. I have a responsibility... a duty to defend my championship and my honor from week to week, even if it means handing out laced up hysterectomies on every continent I step foot on. And last night, I denied my responsibility. I stood in the ring with two of the most disrespectful, ungrateful women ever to lace up a pair of boots and call themselves wrestlers, and I had a chance to deliver a little bit of judgment. But instead, I let a few memories from my childhood get in the way, and I didn't do the job that needed to be done. But I assure you, Tessa and Dawn... and I assure you, fans of the DWF worldwide, that it will NEVER. Happen. Again. From this point forward, where I walk, there will be slaughter. Where I fight, there will be fear. And from this moment on, where there is Michael Polowy, there will be a kind of justice the women of this world will never forget. Husbands, lock up your wives... MPlow is back."]]

Tessa smiles and paces the ring. "I'm sure you all have heard the story about the little boy who cried wolf. Well, tonight you're going to hear about the little man who cried respect. My father once told me that you don't demand people's respect; you earn it. To listen to Mike throw his little hissy fit last week and talk about how Dawn and I supposedly disrespected him and such, well, it's a little pathetic.

"Mike, I do respect your wrestling ability. But that's about it. Otherwise, you've done absolutely nothing to earn any ounce of respect from me. To quote a line from the movie 'A Knight's Tale'- you have been weighed, you have been measured, and you have been found wanting. And now that the source of your bitterness, your anger is out there for the whole wide world to see, the reason that you justify holding a title that quite frankly is diminished every second that you hold on it, the reason you claim gives your the right to dole out your so-called 'justice,' is all because some girl dumped you when you were 19 years old?

"Mike, may I make a suggestion? Try calling Dr. Phil. Oh...and apologizing for not kicking you say...personal personal pan pizza box? Right. Apology NOT accepted."

Dawn asks for the microphone. "I'd like to add that the day that Tessa accepts your so-called apology for not kicking her in her personal pizza box is the day I apologize for kicking your testicles with my 4" heels so hard that it looks like you've got two small little antennae sticking out your mouth afterwards...and I do mean small...little...antennae."

The crowd goes "WHOOOOOOOOAAAAA."

Dawn raises her eyebrows and grins. "And speaking of small, Mike. I was talking to some of the girls in the back and for all your bluster and big talk, apparently you just don't measure up." She bites her bottom lip mischievously and fights the urge to bust out laughing.

Lewis takes the microphone. "Well, then I guess the moral of the story here is...never send do a man's job."

Kirsta hands the microphone back to Tessa.

"All right," says Tessa. "As for you Lora KirK, enough of the airport gloss about Bag Check...Custom Check...Coat Check...Price Check in Aisle 15. Somehow, I don't think slapping a rear choke on some random guy in an airport terminal is quite the same as attempting to put a rear choke hold on a Mike Polowy...or a Kirsta Lewis...or me. Let me remind you again- this is professional wrestling, not the Toughman competition where any two bit fat drunk can come off the street and win. Right now, you remind me a lot of Kimbo Slice. All talk...all hype...and the night he finally got into the octagon with someone with a pulse he got his ass kicked in the first round. Lora, your mouth right now is writing checks that your body can't cash and tonight's the night your account becomes overdrawn."

Kirsta again takes the microphone. "Lora, when you get into the ring tonight with Tessa and Tina Davis, two wrestlers with years of experience behind them, I think you're going to find out Wrestling 101- is a lot harder than you've imagined."

Tina Davis vs. Tessa Martin vs. Lora KirK vs Lady America

Lora Kirk's music hits as the women in the ring clear out. They walk over to the commentators table and await. After making her way down to the ring, Lora gestures for someone to cut off the music and hand her a microphone. As if on cue, the intense guitar chords of "Closer to Home" fade away and someone at ringside jogged up to the edge of the ring to hand Lora her requested microphone.

"Hi, folks! Lora Kirk here."

She grins at the audience. In response, the fans offer her a mixed reaction. Some cheer while some, remembering some of her rude remarks about her opponents, boo and jeer. Lora takes it for what it is.

"I just wanted to say a few words before we get underway here. You may not like what I’m going to say, but hear me out."

Lora pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath.

"I have absolutely no respect whatsoever for the three women I’m to face here tonight. No respect whatsoever!"

The Arkansas girl has to shout to be heard over the chorus of boos that rise up from the crowd.

"I told you to hear me out!" I told you that you might not like what I have to say, but you’re going to listen to me whether you like it or not and then you’re going to watch me dismantle the three ragdolls they thought would present a good challenge to me. Now shut up and listen!"

The booing subsides after a little while and Lora is able to resume making her point for the time being.

"Tina Davis is an idiot and a disgrace to her homeland in Canada."


"Lady America, as we’ve already established, is a fake!"


"And Tessa Martin… Tessa Martin is a talentless bimbo, destined for no greater glory than to be broken over my knee tonight and every night she has the gall to try to challenge me."

BOO! Tessa yells from the outside at Lora, as Dawn has to hold her back.

"To be honest, I’m not sure how she developed such an ego. Tessa’s apparently the Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl. That’s all fine and good, but I have a question. How could someone with so humble a job become so arrogant? What kind of pizza was she delivering to become so high on herself? Some kind of extra special gourmet?"

The awkward joke doesn’t really get much laughter from the audience but at least the booing isn’t as pronounced this time around. Moral victory?

"The only thing extreme about the Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl is her extreme stupidity. She’s going down… and you people get to watch. Mike Polowy, pay attention. These girls are the appetizer and you’re my main course. Trust me, once I break you down you won’t be too much to chew."

Lora passes off the microphone and begins rolling her shoulders, getting herself ready for the arrival of her other opponents and the start of the match.

Next down, comes Tina Davis. Once she arrives she rolls into the ring and holds her arms up. Tessa Martin makes her way back in as well. The patriotic tune by Bruce Springsteen, "Born in the USA" pipes up from the loud speakers shaking the rafters. The crowd is on their feet!

Bell: Ding! Ding! Ding!

A well tanned athletic young woman wearing red, white, and blue bursts from behind the curtain carrying Ol’ Glory. She smiles as she high fives several of the fans. As she walks by she spots a young girl and pauses for a moment, hugging her as the camera zooms in. She waves the flag back and forth for the fans. She also waves her free hand to her fellow Americans seating further back and gestures to everyone taking in the festivities from the upper decks. Chants of America, America, America begin. Each of the four women stand in their respective corners awaiting the bell.

"Women's action coming your way! One of these four women will leave tonight with an opportunity to meet Mike Polowy for the Women's Championship. I can assure you, any of them would love to be the woman who was able to get the belt back around a female waist. We've heard two of the competitors express their feelings, the outcome is yet to be known as we kick things off!"

The bell sounds. Lora Kirk locks up with Tessa Martin as Lady America locks up with Tina Davis.

"And this match is underway! America takes control with the side of her knee, planted into the mid section of Tina Davis. Tessa Martin whips Kirk across the ring, on the return now. Martin with a well executed arm drag take over."

Lady America pulls Davis to the nearby corner, using her head.

"Lady America slams Tina Davis' face into that top turnbuckle."

As Kirk gets to her feet, she rushes Tessa Martin, who hits another arm drag.

"America slamming Tina's head into the turnbuckle again."

As Lady America lets go of Tina Davis' head, Davis stumbles back and turns towards America, who scoops her up.

"Scoop slam by Lady America. Tessa Martin runs to the ropes, grabs the top, leaps to the second. Moonsault onto Lora Kirk. Remember this is an over the top rope, elimination match. There is only one way to win and that is be the last lady in the ring!"

Lady America boots Tina Davis, before turning towards Tessa Martin, who is getting to her feet.

"Lady America grabs Tessa Martin and 'helps' her to her feet. Big chop, followed by another. She grabs her arm, whips her... no, reversal. Tessa Martin sends Lady America into the ropes. On the return, America leaps. Big shoulder blocks takes down Tessa Martin!"

The fans begin to boo. Behind Lady America, Tina Davis and Lora Kirk both roll over and push themselves up. They look at each other and wait. As Lady America turns towards them they both attack.

"Two boots to the midsection of Lady America."

They lock her in and lift.

"Double team vertical suplex by Kirk and Davis."

As they both begin to get to their feet, Davis turns towards Kirk who quickly grabs her.

"That didn't last long as Lora Kirk grabs Tine Davis. Belly to belly suplex sends Davis across the ring!"

Behind her, Tessa Martin waits. As she turns, Martin takes her down with a drop toe hold, and quickly locks in a chin lock.

"Tessa Martin attempting to now take the little time she has and wear down one of her opponents. Good strategy if you ask me in a singles match, but in this match you must constantly worry about the other people involved."

Lady America uses the ropes to begin to pull herself up. At that time, Tina Davis also begins to attempt to get to her feet.

"Lora Kirk is trying to get free, but can not. In this sort of match, there is little to nothing the referee can do as he is only there to watch for people going over the top rope."

Lady America runs over and stomps Tessa, causing her to let go. She stomps a couple more times before seeing Tina Davis running at her. She runs slightly past America, jumping and catching her neck.

"Swinging neck breaker by Tina Davis! Lady America never saw it coming!"

Davis turns to get a boot in the gut by Martin. Tessa places Tina's head between her legs and lifts both arms up. She looks out to the crowd and jumps, planting Tina's face into the mat.

"Pedigree by Tessa Martin! Dawn McGill is clapping on the outside at that one."

Tessa begins to get up, but is stopped by a knee chop from Lora Kirk, putting Martin to one knee. She grabs Tessa's head and lifts her, placing her in a side headlock.

"Lora Kirk, an expert at grappling, contains Tessa Martin in a side headlock. Martin can't seem to get free."

Finally Tessa is able to get out of Lora's hold, and rolls behind her, placing her into a full nelson.

"Lora Kirk ducks out of Tessa Martin's grip, and rolls under her arms, behind her, placing Martin into her own variation of the full nelson."

Before Tessa can have time to break free, Lora uses her leg to place it in front of Tessa's, tripping her.

"Lora Kirk sends Tessa Martin face first into the mat."

Kirk quickly rolls over Martin, grabbing her arm. At the same time she wraps her legs around Tessa's neck.

"Tight armbar with the head scissors by Lora Kirk. Tessa Martin isn't going anywhere."

Lady America climbs towards the two women, then pushes herself to her feet. She heads to the nearby corner and begins to climb.

"Lady America going up top as Lora Kirk releases Tessa Martin."

Kirk gets to her feet as Lady America leaps with a missle drop kick from the top rope.

"Patriot Missle! It hits it mark big time, taking Lora Kirk down!"

Lady America bends down and grabs tessa Martin, yanking her to her feet.

"America locks up with Martin."

The crowd roars and fills with boo's.

"What's this? Mike Polowy, Womens Champion, si coming from the crowd! He slides into the ring, past Dawn McGill!"

Polowy yanks Martin from Lady America's grip and turns her around.

"Quick boot to Tessa Martin's 'baby maker'!"

McGill slides in and rushes Polowy, who quickly exits the ring. Dawn chases after him up the ramp and towards the back.

"Lady America using the run in to her advantage as she pulls Martin to her feet."

America grabs Tessa by the back of her head, and sends her flying over the top rope, crashing to the floor.

"Tessa Martin has been eliminated from the match by Lady America, thanks to Mike Polowy!"

Dawn is seen heading back down the ramp as Lady America looks at Davis and Kirk, trying to decide who to go after.

"On the outside, Dawn McGill now assisting Tessa Martin up."

Tessa holds her head in pain as well as he lower abdomin.

"Tessa can not believe she has been eliminated as Dawn McGill is assisting her to the back. Inside the ring, Lady America lifts Tina Davis to her feet."

America grabs the arm of Tina Davis and goes to whip her into the ropes.

"Reversal by Tina Davis! Lady America is sent into the ropes, Davis runs right after her."

As Lady America hits the ropes and turns, Davis is there, with a clothesline that sends her over the top and to the floor.

"Tina Davis just eliminated Lady America! It's down to her and Lora Kirk now!"

The fans go crazy as it could be either of the two women left who walk out the number one contender for the Womens Championship.

"Tina Davis lifts Kirk to her feet."

Lora looks at Davis then out to the crowd. Tina looks out to them as well. Both women realize this is their first time to truely shine in DREAM before looking at each other.

"It's on now as they both lock up quick and hard. Lora Kirk is able to place Tina Davis into a side headlock."

Kirk makes sure to apply pressure, pressing Davis' jawline firmly against her forearm.

"Davis stomps Kirk's feet and is able to slide out, she rolls behind her, belly to back bear hug. Tina Davis attempts to lift, but Lora Kirk is able to wrap her arm back and around Davis' head."

She uses leverage to throw her legs back as she twist forward, bringing Davis down in some sort of take down.

"Her agility amazes me. I'm not even sure how to describe that move. All I know is it did the job correctly, and Tina Davis ate mat."

Tina waste no time pushing back up as Lora mounts her back, attempting to slide he fingers under Davis' chin.

"Tina is able to get to her feet, Lora Kirk wrapped around her, attempting to choke Davis out now after having to improvise that back mount in mid movement."

Tina turns around and walks backward with speed, slamming Kirk into the corner. She steps forward then goes back again. Lora throws her arms up over the top rope to hold her up, as she unwraps her legs and places her feet on the middle ropes.

"Davis turns, Kirk jumps and catches her head, twisting, nice neck breaker from the ropes!"

Both women lay on the mat, barely moving, taking this time to rest as the fans clap in appreciation of the action they are witnessing.

"Lora Kirk getting to her feet first. She pulls Tina Davis up with her."

Kirk bends over, grabbing Davis, and lifts. She uses all of her strength to hold Davis high in the sky.

"She drops her.. BIG GORILLA PRESS POWER SLAM! The arena erupts!"

Kirk quickly slides over Davis and hooks the leg. She counts along with the referee as he counts.

"The bell rings, Lora Kirk makes an impressive debut. She WILL meet Mike Polowy for the Womens Championship!"

Kirk's music begins to play.

Post Match

A few moments after Lora celebrates, her music fades and she exits the ring. Dawn McGill and Kirsta Lewis help Tessa back into the ring. The Extreme Pizza Delivery Girl winces with every step but she shoos the helping hands of McGill and Lewis and walks to the middle unaided.

" that the best you've got?"

Tessa bends over and puts her hands on her knees. Immediately, both McGill and Lewis reach out to help.

"I'm okay,"

Tessa says, talking slower than usual.

"Is that it, Mike? Really, I've been kicked harder by my younger brother. I'm still here, Mike. I'm still standing! I'm not going anywhere! It's time..."

She pauses and closes her eyes tight. Tessa shakes her head and continues.

"It's time for you to see just what they mean when they call me the EXTREME Pizza Delivery Girl."

She pauses for a breath.

"Sunday night...the WWR is holding this little shindig they're calling WWR Completely Deranged. Let's give the people what they want, versus me in an extreme hardcore deathmatch..."

Tessa pauses and bends over in pain.

"...let's do it, Mikey...everyone wants to see it...everyone wants to see me...kick......your....ass......"

The microphone drops and Tessa collapses. She's unconscious before she hits the canvas.

"Oh shit,"

mutters Dawn and immediately motions to the back to send out help. She slides down next to Tessa and sees a very disturbing sight. Blood seeps out below her. She looks up at Kirsta Lewis.

" God. She's bleeding."

Kirsta grabs the microphone.


A man runs down and hops the barricade. Security lets him through and he climbs into the ring.

"It's okay...I'm a doctor."

He does a quick examination of Tessa.

"We need to get her to the hospital now."

EMT's race down to the ring carrying a stretcher. Dawn watches helplessly as the doctor and EMT's attend to Tessa. Something in her eyes changes...the fear for her friend fades...into anger. She begins to climb out of the ring. Kirsta grabs her arm.

"Where are you going?"

Dawn gritted her teeth.

"To hunt Polowy down and teach him a new meaning of the word hurt."

"Not tonight, Dawn. You need to stay with Tessa. Polowy's not going anywhere. And I'll be right there in your corner when the time comes."

We see a few replays of the kick before Jason begins to talk.

"Simply disturbing. Right now, Lora Kirk is in line for a title shot. Should she win before the WWR event, the death match just set may be for nothing more then a personal vendetta. We have to go to commercial break."

What The...?

Backstage, Travis is standing by with Ethan Bush. "Travis, you demanded an interview with me?" Travis grabs the hand of Ethan Bush, and positions the microphone to his face. "Shut the hell up, and pay attention you walking pun!"

Travis takes a deep breath, as he exhales it quickly. "Lester, you want to have a three on one advantage? You need help to take out your opponents? Fine, bring them, let's have a war. Bring Mike, bring Jak, but I WON'T BE ALONE!

Tonight, is just the start...Wait and watch, listen and observe! I'm coming to you tomorrow night chump, and there is not enough security to prevent me from getting my hands on you. We'll see who is the real deal, and who is just another dumb...BITCH!"

Travis shoves Ethan Bush out the way and heads out the picture.

Pre-Match Promo

The DWF camera's are backstage in front of the DWF Slaughter set. Standing in front of the set is an unnamed DWF interviewer and Casey Pierro-Zabotel. The interviewer is in a typical suit, while CPZ is in his ring gear ready to go for his match with Malcolm Dred-King.

"Casey, tonight you go one on one with Malcolm Dred-King, we saw last week that you lost...."

CPZ cuts the interviewer off.

"Hold the damn phone! I did NOT lose. I never said "I quit" I never submitted, that lame excuse for a referee rang the bell, let's get that clear!"

"Very Well. Tonight you face Malcolm Dred-King, a man who won his match last week and obviously has the momentum."

"Obviously? What makes him have the momentum? He doesn't have a damn clue as to what he's dealing with! Here's a guy who preaches about being third generation wrestler. I don't care what generation you are. Malcolm when you enter that ring tonight my friend we will stare at one another before that bell rings, and possibly tear each other apart. But don't worry, after the night is over I'll become your new friend. But until that time what happens in that ring, and whatever actions I decide to do, you'll just have to deal with it."

CPZ smiles and walks off.

Malcolm Dred-King vs Casey Pierro-Zabotel

As we move to ringside, Malcolm Dred-King is already in the ring awaiting his opponent.

"This next match should be big as both of the competitors involved have displayed that they are the future of DREAM."

Casey Pierro-Zabotel's theme song "Warriors Of Time" by Black Tide begins to play over the speaker system as the lights in the arena begin to darken. A lone spotlight shines on the entrance ramp as CPZ emerges from the curtains. He views his surroundings and begins to slowly make his way down the aisle with the lights slowly coming back on as the one spotlight follows him.

"Coming off of impressive matches last week, this is sure to be full of excitement."

CPZ enters the ring. Once in his music fades and they prepare.

"The bell sounds to start the match and they lock up. Casey Pierro-Zabotel has a slight size advantage, however, I don't see that being to big of a problem for Malcolm Dred-King as he takes control early, whipping CPZ across the ring, into the ropes."

Casey Pierro-Zabotel bounces off the ropes.

"On the return now, Casey Pierro-Zabotel is met with a roundhouse kick from Dred-King."

Casey is able to quickly roll over and get to his feet.

"Malcolm Dred-King grabs Casey Pierro-Zabotel, and helps him up. Big right handed chop by King, followed by another. He goes to whip Casey Pierro-Zabotel again."

Zabotel stops, turns and uses Malcolm's own arm to pull him into a boot.

"Snap Suplex sends Malcolm Dred-King to the mat. Casey doesn't let go, and gets to his feet, pulling Malcolm with him. He goes for another suplex."

Malcolm is able to quickly turn and land on his feet behind Casey Pierro-Zabotel. He wraps his arm around CPZ's neck and falls back.

"Quick thinking allows Malcolm Dred-King to hit a quick inverted DDT. Already both men exhibiting their skills in this match up."

Malcolm picks the legs of Casey up.

"Dred-King steps in."

Zabotel is able to pull his legs back and kick up, knocking Malcolm Dred-King back.

"As MDK stumbles back, trying to catch his footing, Casey Pierro-Zabotel is able to push himself up."

CPZ leaps forward.

"Malcolm Dred-King, able to duck a clothesline attempt from Casey Pierro-Zabotel."

They both turn towards each other. Casey throws his thumb up.

"Eye jab by Casey Pierro-Zabotel."

MDK grabs his eyes in pain as the fans boo. the referee warns CPZ, who ignores him, pushing through the referee to get to Malcolm.

"Casey Pierro-Zabotel with hard rights and lefts to the temporarily blinded Malcolm Dred-King."

He grabs MDK sideways, and lifts, twisting him, then drops.

"Gutwrench powerbomb by Casey Pierro-Zabotel."

He pushes MDK over and gets to his feet.

"CPZ leaps up, dropping his knees down across the chest of Malcolm Dred-King."

Casey Pierro-Zabotel gets to his feet, and rest on the top rope looking out to the booing crowd. As he turns back to MDK, he gives him a couple of vicious stomps.

"Casey Pierro-Zabotel turns Malcolm Dred-King over. He lifts one of MDK's legs up, then with force, drives his knee into the mat."

As CPZ lets go of MDK's leg, he grabs his knee in pain.

"Casey Pierro-Zabotel continues to dominate this match."

The fans continue to boo Casey, who seems to eat it up.

"CPZ now lifts Malcolm Dred-King to his feet."

MDK shows pain as he stands on his leg.

"Casey Pierro-Zabotel whips Malcolm King into the nearby corner post. He runs and jumps."

MDK is able to move.

"CPZ misses the splash! He plows into the corner post chest first!"

CPZ stumbles back and turns, Malcolm Dred-King lifts him on his shoulders and falls back to the mat. the fans pop.

"Samoan drop by Malcolm Dred-King."

The fans pop, but MDK is still obviously in pain as he has trouble getting to his feet. He uses the ropes to get up.

"Malcolm Dred-King to his feet."

The fans cheers motivates MDK who seems to use their cheers to get his head clear and back into the match. behind him CPZ is up to one knee.

"Casey Pierro-Zabotel to one knee, here comes Malcom Dred-King."

He walks around CPZ, to behind him. Malcolm places Casey into a sleeper hold, wraps his legs around him and falls back to the mat.

"Full wrap around sleeper by Malcolm Dred-King. If he can get Casey Pierro-Zabotel to submit or pass out, MDK will walk away with a big comeback victory here tonight."

He continues to apply pressure, however CPZ refuses to submit and fights the deep sleep.

"Looking back, you must wonder if Casey Pierro-Zabotel is afraid of the referee forfeiting this match, as what happened the last time he was in a submission hold."

Casey fights. As he struggles, he is able to inch over just enough to get his foot on the bottom rope.

"MDK releases the hold. That was a close one, a few more moments and Casey Pierro-Zabotel would have been out there folks. Malcolm Dred-King showing why many feel he is one of the best submission specialist in the sport today."

As Malcolm releases, he quickly maneuvers to his feet. CPZ rolls over and gets on his hands and knees, attempting to get oxygen back into his system.

"Malcolm Dred-King grabs the head of Casey Pierro-Zabotel and yanks back, pulling him towards the middle of the ring."

Quickly he mounts Casey Pierro-Zabotel again, this time applying a cross face chicken wing. The fans pop.

"Malcolm Dred-King isn't holding back as he once again places Casey Pierro-Zabotel into a position where he may be forced to tap. This just backs what i was saying a moment ago. MDK can and will make you tap. he has the skills, as he is displaying tonight."

Casey Pierro-Zabotel fights the lock, still not giving up. Malcolm Dred-King applies even more pressure.

"MDK wants to pull this win off badly fans, he can taste it now as he locks the cross face in even tighter."

Malcolm gets tired of CPZ not giving in and releases the hold. He gets to his feet and looks down at Casey who is already trying to get up.

"Casey Pierro-Zabotel is a tough son of a gun I tell you."

Malcolm runs past Casey who is one one knee, as he returns he throws his leg up and runs over Casey Pierro-Zabotel.

"Big shining wizard!"

CPZ collapses. Malcolm quickly covers, hooking the leg. the referee counts.

"There's the three count! Malcolm Dred-King wins a hard fought match!"

His music begins to play as the referee helps him up and raises his arm. the fan cheer as we get several replays of the match.

The Calm Before The Storm, NOT!

As we return from a commercial break, Travis is on the phone, talking. "How far are you? I'm on in very soon!" There is a pause as Travis paces around his locker room. He looks like he has butterflies in his stomach, and he is about to toss his cookies.

"Do not flake on me! This is very important!" He stops, and runs a hand over his bald head. "I'm telling you, if something like last week happens this week, I am going to hold you personally responsible! Trust me, it is in your best bet to keep me as a friend, and not as some enemy."

Travis notices the camera in his locker room, "HOLD ON A SECOND!" Travis sets down his phone. He storms towards the door, "What in the hell do you think you are doing? Take your camera and find someone else to disturb ass pirate!"

Travis slams the door as he shoves out the camera man.

Travis Williams vs Michael Byrd

'Sexyback' by Justin Timberlake begins to play and the fans get on their feet as Michael Byrd steps out from the back.

"The fans are showing that they missed Byrd in his absence!"

Once in the ring, his music fades. 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.

"That facepaint that Travis Williams wears is terrifying!"

The bell sounds.

"Stare down by both opponents. Its anybody's move as the crowd intensity soars. Hear we go! Both men rush each other. Travis Williams goes for a clothesline, but misses as Michael Byrd ducks."

Williams quickly turns toward Byrd who goes for a super kick. Williams jumps back, a look of surprise on his face.

"It was almost over for Williams if Michael Byrd would have connected. Travis Williams now taking his time, studying his opponent."

They lock up. Williams breaks the lock, and quickly places his hands around Byrd's neck, lifting him up.

"The referee warns Travis Williams, who tosses Michael Byrd to the mat."

Byrd grabs his back in pain as he starts to get to his feet.

"Williams' food meets the gut of the headline as he was trying to get up. If Travis Williams can keep him down, he may have this one in the bag."

Byrd holds his stomach as he rolls out of the ring.

"It looks like Byrd is trying to regain composure, by taking a break outside the ring."

Williams rushes the ropes as Michael moves towards the ring. Byrd reaches in under the ropes, sweeping Travis Williams off of his feet.

"Michael Byrd climbs to the apron. Holding onto the top rope, he uses it to lunge himself over, landing with a leg drop, connecting with Williams."

The crowd begins to get into the match as Byrd climbs the nearby turnbuckle.

"Michael Byrd flies. Huge elbow drop off the top rope!"

He makes the cover, hooking the leg.

"Kick out at two!"

Making sure not to be discouraged, Michael Byrd rises to his feet as Travis Williams uses the ropes to get up himself.

"Byrd waits patiently behind Williams, preparing that super kick of his."

Williams holds onto the top rope, looking to the crowd as if he knows something is amiss. Travis Williams turns and Byrd lunges forward with the kick.

"Williams quickly takes Byrd down with a Dragon Corkscrew leg drag. He knew it was coming and was ready."

Travis Williams makes the sign to show he's smart to the crowd, before lifting Byrd to his feet.

"Will Travis Williams pull off another win, or will Michael Byrd be able to come back? We'll find out after this commercial break!"

The show fades to a short commercial break before returning.

"Irish whip to the turnbuckle. The force behind that was enough to bounce Byrd off of it."

Michael Byrd grabs his lower back and falls to the mat, wrenching in pain.

"Travis Williams straddles the back of Michael Byrd places him in a cross face. Williams applies pressure, trying to make 'The Headliner' tap"

Byrd tries to pry Williams' hands from his chin, but can't as Travis Williams applies pressure.

"Williams holds tight as Byrd continues to fight unconscious. He reaches for the bottom rope. Almost... Almost... He got it!"

At that moment, from the back run USXF.

"Shaun XF and Lady America are coming to the ring!"

As they both slide in, Williams jumps to his feet. Lady America quickly strikes the back of his legs with a quick kick at the same time Shaun XF leaps with a big shoulder block.

"Travis Williams is taken down! the referee is calling for the bell!"

Quickly Lady America runs and jumps to the second rope.


Shaun runs and jumps as Lady America moves.


Both of USXF begin to pick the huge man up, not allowing him a second to catch his breath From the crowd runs a man. A cancer of a man. A man from the darkness... No, it isn't Dark...


Jiles slides in, quickly he slams a fist into the side of Shaun XF's head. As he rushes lady America, Travis Williams begins to get up. America is begging for mercy. She turns away to run, and meets Williams who grabs her throat. With an evil laugh he lifts.


Travis lifts Shaun to his feet. he whips him across the ring. Jiles bounces off the opposite ropes. As XF is on the return, Williams lifts him.

"Back body drop!"

Jiles catches him in mid air with a neck breaker.


A few moments later, Travis Williams and Caner Jiles stand in the ring alone. America and XF have rolled to the ground, to safety.

Declaration of Independence

Travis Williams and Cancer Jiles stand in the ring, ready to fight some more, as Whammy Jammy is on the outside. Travis calls for a microphone, as one is handed to him. The crowd is loud, and the sweat pours off the chest of Travis, and the face paint is piling.

Travis Williams: "I gave everyone a warning...I do not stand alone. I do not go into war as a one man army, believing I am unstoppable. I know reality, and I know when people play in numbers, you have to match them. I have one more now, and more to come."

Cancer laughs at the crowd who boos them standing in the ring, for Travis' remarks.

Travis Williams: "I contacted Cancer and Jammy to set this plan into motion. When I knew I needed someone, I decided that a man who can defeat a member of Lester's army. Jak stood no chance against Cancer, and we all knew this for a fact."

Cancer raises both hands in the air, with a notion of being cocky and able to beat just about anyone placed in front of him.

Travis Williams: "I know you people dislike me, and I know you hate Cancer...This is not about pleasing the moronic drones who buy into corporate America bullshit! This is about changing one corporation's image for a poster child. Lester, you will see me soon, as well as Cancer! You think last week was hell? You have not seen what REALITY REALLY IS YET!"

Travis slaps Cancer on the shoulder, as he nods his head in approval. Travis walks over towards the ropes, as he places the microphone back up to his mouth.

Travis Williams: "I would like to introduce the WORLD, and you piss ants of Florida to...Tragic Evilution! It's tragic to be on the wrong side of this evil force!"

Travis drops the microphone on the floor, as "Courtesy Call" by Sixx AM plays, Cancer and Travis shake hands. They stand in the ring with their hands held high in the air, as the closing logo appears on the screen.