IWA Offical Show Thread

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Chaos Theme

The theme for Chaos blares, as the camera's immediately zoom in on Mike and Rocky.



Mike: Thanks for joining us folks! What a night we have for you!

Rocky: You are not kidding! A HUGE 2 on 3 handicap match featuring the tag champs, and the world champ.

Mike: Kyojin defending his Endurance Championship for the first time.

Rocky: And the finals of the wild card tag team tournament!



Kyojin comes out from the back, to a triumphant roar from the fans, as he makes his way down the ramp with the Endurance Championship safely around his waist. He slides into the ring, and climbs a corner, as he poses with the title.






Israel Pamich comes out next to a good amount of boos, as he walks down the ramp ignoring the fans. He climbs into the ring, looking at Kyojin.

Mike: I bet Kyojin is anxious to get his hands on Israel after what happened at one of our recent house shows.

Rocky: Hey I can't blame the guy for doing what he did. When I was in that ring, I would have done the same thing.

The ref raises the championship high, and then hands it to the time keeper, as he signals for the bell.

Endurance Championship
Kyojin(Bryan) vs. Pamich(Ziggler)

(Start at 2:41, end at 15:22)

Mike: OH WOW!

Rocky: That was intense! I really thought Pamich had it until Kyojin countered. That was awesome!

Kyojin gets to his feet, looking at Pamich who is getting to his feet. Kyojin runs into the ropes, bouncing back, and catches Pamich with a huge running dropkick. Pamich is sent to the outside, as Kyojin is already back to his feet. He looks outside of the ring, seeing Pamich starting to get to his feet, a Kyojin runs into the ropes again, and this time, bounces back going through the opposite ropes with a suicide dive! Pamich counters with a european uppercut!

Mike: Wow! I didn't see that coming!

Pamich lifts Kyojin to a standing position, and throws him shoulder first into the steel steps! The fans can be heard going ooohh, as Pamich walks over, lifting the top steel steps. He grabs Kyojin, placing Kyojin shoulder first between the top steps and bottom set. Pamich turns, rolling into the ring. He climbs the turnbuckle, standing at the top, with a smirk on his face. Pamich leeps off the top, stomping down on the top steel steps. Kyojin yells out in pain, as Pamich just smirks. Kyojin is on the arena floor now, as Pamich lifts Kyojin up and rolls him into the ring. Pamich climbs in, and covers Kyojin.

1.....2....!

Kyojin kicks out after 2! Pamich gets to his feet, seemingly unhappy with it, as he glares at the ref. He turns back to Kyojin, as he lifts him to a standing position and throws him shoulder first into the corner as Kyojin hits the post with his already injured shoulder. Pamich pulls him back out, and whips him into the ropes. Kyojin bounces back, as Pamich nails Kyojin on the shoulder with a dropkick. Pamich drops down, covering Kyojin again.

1....2....!

Kyojin kicks out as Pamich throws him down again, and covers him once more, this time hooking both legs.

1....2....!

Kyojin kicks out, as Pamich gets to a standing position. Pamich lifts Kyojin, but mid lift, Kyojin catches Pamich with a surprise forearm. Kyojin nails him again, and grabs Pamich and sends him into the ropes. Pamich bounces back, as Kyojin catches Pamich with a flying wheel kick! Kyojin is slow to get back up, but gets back up, as does Pamich. Kyojin nails a windmill kick on Pamich, sending Pamich stumbling to the corner. Kyojin is in the opposite corner now, as he charges and and goes for a yakuza kick on Pamich, but Pamich moves. Kyojins foot lands on the top turnbuckle, as Pamich immediately reaches for Kyojin's head, and drops him with a modified neckbreaker!

Mike: Well Pamich definitely cut Kyojin's momentum off.

Rocky: You got that right. I think we are seeing the new Endurance Champion right now.

Pamich lifts Kyojin, dragging him to the center of the ring. He grabs the arm of Kyojin on the bad shoulder, flipping in the ring and locks in a cross arm breaker. Pamich is torquing on the hold, but Kyojin won't tap. Kyojin starts scratching, trying to pull himself to the ropes. He isn't making much leeway though, as Pamich is really torquing the hold. Kyojin lifts his feet, then lowering them, and then lifts them again, this time flipping and rolling! Kyojin reaches out with his foot, and touches a rope! The ref admonishes Pamich to break the hold.

1.....2......3.......4....>!

Pamich breaks it at the last possible second. Pamich gets to his feet, as he lifts Kyojin. He tosses him into the corner, as Pamich walks to the corner as well. Pamich lifts Kyojin to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. Pamich climbs to the second rope, and then to the top, as Kyojin is lifted to a standing position on the top turnbuckle. Pamich hooks Kyojin, going for a superplex, but Kyojin counters with three stiff shots to the rib cage of Pamich. Kyojin head butts Pamich, as Pamich falls. Kyojin, turns, positioning himself for the Rising Sun....



Mr smyth's entrance music blares, as Kyojin still standing at the top of the turnbuckle, looks. After a few moments, there is no Smyth. Pamich is to his feet, as he runs to the top of the turnbuckle, grabbing Kyojin. GERMAN SUPLEX! Pamich drops Kyojin from the top turnbuckle with a german suplex. Pamich holds on though, creating a bridge, and goes for the pin.

1.....2......!

Kyojin kicks out right before 3!

Mike: WOW!

Rocky: Yeah! What is Pamich going to have to do to put Kyojin away?

Pamich gets to his feet, obviously pissed. He lifts Kyojin, as he whips him into the ropes. Kyojin bounces back, as Pamich goes for a backdrop. Kyojin flips in the air, landing on his feet. He runs into the ropes, and springboards off. Truth Hurts! Kyojin catches Pamich with the beautiful disaster kick. Kyojin looks, as he sees Pamich position properly. Kyojin climbs to the top, RISING SUN! Kyojin flies off the top with the double rotation moonsault, landing hard on Pamich. Kyojin flips over, and covers Pamich.

1......2.......3!

Emily Davis: The winner of this match, and still the Endurance Champion, Kyojin!

Kyojin is handed his championship, but he doesn't even stay to pose. He rolls out of the ring, heading up the ramp and into the back.

Rocky: He left here in a hurry

Mike: I think I know why too.

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*Elric and Draymen are backstage. Elric is in his normal meditation that seems to confuse Draymen a bit. Silence lasts for what seems like forever before Elric speaks*

Elric: You did well last week. You have the spirit of a true Punisher, if it is something you want for yourself. Tonight we will compete against Edwards and Cage, the feeling in my gut is that a Punishment is indeed in order.

*Elric looks towards Draymen*

Elric: Don't you agree?

*Draymen looks to Elric with a puzzled look on his face*

Draymen: I guess you could say something like that. Punishment or not, we will be walking out tonight as the victors. I may be new to this industry, but I know what I'm doing. Plus I have you in my corner. Brock Edwards is a big guy and he has demonstrated his abilities and power over the past few weeks, but size does not matter to me at all. All it takes is one good Train Wreck to bring his ass down.

*The crowd pops in the arena at this*

Draymen: And Malcolm Cage ... He only has about thirty pounds on me, but I am faster. If he wants to catch me, he'll need to be fast enough, because I am fast on my feet, but these two are only an obstruction on the road to the tag team championships. We have bigger fish to fry, those fish being Black Blooded and Damaged Goods ... Tell me, Elric, what do you think of those men?

*Elric raises his head quickly*

Elric: Black Blooded? Damaged Goods? Disturbing individuals who require a severe beating. However, the teams are not one we should take lightly. The harlot with Black Blooded could prove to be an issue.

*Elric stands and looks towards Draymen*

Elric: Remove her and we are dealing with an above average team that we should have little issue dealing with. Damaged Goods have no distractions, Gaileo is a technical marksman and his partner appears to be a beast, they will be a true test, but one we should be able to overcome.

*Draymen nods his head in agreement*

Draymen: Aye, they will be a true test, but it is a test we will not fail, my friend. Black Blooded has their distractions, but those will not stop us. They are a bunch of hicks on mopeds carrying a hooker around with them, they are no threat. Damaged Goods ... Well, they are the tag team champions, so they have some credentials, but they only have those championships because we weren't a team when the titles were competed for, but now we are, and we will become the NEW. Tag team champions!

*Draymen and Elric nod to each other and then walk off camera to prepare for their match with Brock Edwards and Malcolm Cage*

The cameras cut to another part of the backstage where a couple of stagehands are shown talking. A door flies open in the background as Kyojin comes flying through it, to a huge pop from the arena, obviously angry. His Endurance Championship is in his right hand as he charges forwards, confronting the two men.

Kyojin: Have either of you two since Mr. Smyth?

Stagehand 1: No, sorry.

The stagehands walk away as Kyojin looks pissed standing in the corridor. Suddenly, Jake Johnson comes rushing up with a microphone.

Jake Johnson: Kyojin! Just wondered if I can get a few words from you?

Kyojin: Jake, have you seen Smyth?

Jake Johnson: No, sorry Kyojin. But is it possible to get a quick interview?

Kyojin sighs angrily, looking around again before placing the Endurance Championship on his shoulder.

Kyojin: Sure Jake, shoot away.

Jake Johnson: Thank you. Moments ago, we saw you successfully defend your Endurance Championship against Israel Pamich, ending his undefeated singles streak in IWA. Do you have any words for Pamich?

Kyojin: I’ve got plenty of words for Pamich. First of all, he learnt tonight that I bite back twice as hard when I’m bitten. At the house show last week, I was viciously attacked by Pamich after our match, and he thought he had the upper hand on me. He thought that tonight, I was going to come out all guns blazing and make a mistake, allowing him to capitalize and become the new Endurance Championship.

What actually happened was the very opposite. I wrestled my match, and despite a desperate attempt from Smyth to dethrone me in what can only be described as a suicidal move by getting his music to hit, I still managed to keep my head and beat Pamich, as you mentioned an unbeaten singles wrestler in IWA.

Not only that, but I held onto my Endurance Championship in my first defence of the title. Don’t get me wrong, I know it only gets harder from here, everybody back here will be shooting for me and my championship, but there is no way I’m going to let it go to somebody as undeserving as Israel Pamich or Mr. Smyth.

The fans pop in the arena.

Jake Johnson: You mentioned Smyth there and the fact his music hit during the match. You call it a suicidal move, but can you deny he is under your skin?

Kyojin: Under my skin? You’re damn right he’s under my skin. Do you realise what Smyth has done since IWA started? The first show, he showed his clever side by assaulting me with a brick to try and stop me in the IWA World Heavyweight Championship tournament. What he managed to do was make me angry, and I beat him for the first time.

Then a week later, in a match against the, at the time, future IWA World Champion- KJ Punk- Smyth attacked me again, this time costing me the match and making it so I was out of the tournament. I understand why he did it completely- you see, what Smyth did in the first week, was he underestimated me.

He thought that a simple attack would mean I would lose the match against him and my predicted legacy in IWA would be lost within one night. Unfortunately for Smyth, I beat him like everybody expected me to do, and I moved on. So what he did, was he came back for me. And like Smyth did to me in the first week, I underestimated Smyth in the second week.

I expected Smyth to go quietly, a mistake on my part that I will have to live with- but what Smyth did then was qualify for the Endurance Championship match at Thirst for Blood- something I was given the opportunity to do on the third IWA show. And just like I was expected to do, I won the match to qualify for Thirst for Blood.

And at Thirst for Blood? I won the Endurance Championship by beating Smyth for a second time.

The fans in the arena pop loudly as Kyojin smiles for the first time in the interview.

Kyojin: And then tonight, Pamich against Kyojin- two guys really fighting it out for a title that means everything to both of us, but yet again, I was expected to win. Something Smyth knew and didn’t like. That’s why his music hit tonight, that’s why he attempted to sabotage my defence.

Smyth doesn’t like Pamich we all know that, but Smyth knows one thing, Israel Pamich is no Kyojin.

Another massive pop from the arena as they burst out with a Kyojin chant.

Kyojin: And despite his attempt, I came out as STILL the Endurance Champion.

The fans pop loudly again as the Kyojin chant gets louder, something that makes the Endurance Champion smile once more.

Kyojin: There will always be similarities and comparisons made between ICW and IWA, but to me it’s two different companies, and two different experiences for me.

ICW was my original efed, the spot where I came onto the scene and by the end of it, I was the top man. All the way through ICW, I was an underdog. That’s completely different here. Now, in IWA, I’m the guy expected to win.

Does that put pressure on me? Yes. Does it matter that much to me? No. You see, the person that matters most to...is Mr. Smyth.

Smyth can’t stand to be put down- wherever he goes, he’s reminded that he isn’t as good as me. He’s reminded that I’m the Endurance Champion here and I was the final ICW World Champion. He’s reminded that while he failed to make any sort of impact in ICW, I ended up as the guy everybody on the roster wanted to beat. I ended as the man.

Another huge pop echoes around the arena.

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Kyojin: And that is the problem Smyth has with me Jake. He knows that I’m better than him, and that’s why he’s gunning for me. I’ve told him to his face that I will not back down from a fight with him, but what he appears to be doing, is backing down from a fight with me.

He’s using every dirty handed tactic in the book to try and get me agitated, to get me edgy. It’s working yeah, but yet again, Smyth has underestimated me. He believes that mentally, he has the edge. He’s wrong, I’m stronger mentally than he foresaw. And that’s why I’m under his skin.

That is why Mr. Smyth is jealous of me Jake.

The fans pop loudly.

Kyojin: Last week, Smyth said he wanted to take this title from me because it means so much to me. I disagree. He wants to take this title from me to prove his own worth. He’s shooting for the big dog but he’s bitten off more than he can chew, and that’s why he didn’t show tonight.

Deep down, Smyth knows that I’m the man, and as one legend once said- to be the man, you’ve gotta beat the man. THAT is why Smyth wants this title, and THAT is why he wants to beat me.

Well Smyth, you’ve already shown me your hand. And if you wanna take this title, come and try me. I dare you.

If you try it, I promise you I will carve your face into the canvas.

The fans explode with cheers as Kyojin walks away from Jake as the cameras cut back to ringside.



Primetime’s music comes over the loud speakers. Dixon comes out in a rage. He is unhappy and is fuming. Dixon starts yelling at the crowd as they yell back at him.

AJ Dixon: Aw shut up ya haterz! Y’all be hatin’ on Primetime? You think Primetime deserves to be hated on? Fine! Hate on haterz! You will only continue to fuel me! I ain’t here to deal with you clowns anyway. I am here to get what is mine and dat is a 1 on 1 match wif Punk! I deserve a singles match wif him. Darius has not done anything to prove he deserves a shot. He lost at Thirst For Blood! I never lost, and I never bleed. Punk never beat me!

Dixon starts walking down the ramp as he talks to the crowd. The crowd continues to boo Primetime as he makes his way to the ring.

The fact that it was a triple threat to begin wif was a joke. It should haf neva’ been dat way. It should of been me and Punk one on one, just like it should be at Lost Cause! I don’t deserve to hafta take on two guys, and Darius doesn’t deserve another shot at da title. Wif dat said, I want May to know dat he made da wrong decision. He failed not just you guys, but IWA. I demand dat May get out here and change da match. Dat psycho Darius doesn’t deserve to be in da match wif me, and he definitely doesn’t deserve to be in da match for da IWA Heavyweight Championship.

Primetime steps in the ring and takes a look at the people in the crowd.

You all know dat I deserve dis! I deserve to be champion! I refuses to be second fiddle anymore! Punk has done nothing to prove he is better dan me and he never will! I am da best in IWA and I will not let those who don’t meet Primetime standards to compete for something that they don’t deserve. May, you are a horrible owner, IWA is crumbling around you and you don’t even know it. Things aren’t right around here and dis is all proven by your decision to make dis a triple threat match at Lost Cause.

Dixon moves to the edge of the ring and leans against the ropes talking towards the backstage area.

So May, I want you to come out here and change the match. Come out here and make the 1 on 1 match that we all want to see and give Primetime his due...

Primetime waits... no one shows up. Dixon starts yelling.

Come on May! Don’t let da Haterz getta ya! COME ON MAY! GET DA FUCK OUT HERE!



Darius: Shut! Your! God! Damned! Mouth! Nobody can understand your hick ass! God damn it!

The crowd actually pops for Darius

Darius: Hey you shut your mouths too!!

The crowd explodes with boos while Darius makes his way down the ramp slowly

Darius: "Primetime"? Really? Is that what you call yourself? Kid whenever you come out to yap or "wrestle", the audience uses it as their piss break! But you're in luck, because you are facing the best in the industry tonight! You are facing a six time ICW Insanity Champion!

Darius pauses as he reaches the apron. He reaches underneath the ring and takes a chair from under the apron. Dixon backs into a corner while Darius slides into the ring with the chair in hand. Darius sets the chair up on the opposite side of Dixon and then sits in it with his TWE Championship over his shoulder.

Darius: You are facing the current Titan Wrestling Enterprise World Heavyweight Champion! How dare you say I don't deserve my rematch for the IWA Championship! Punk used a weapon to make me bleed! He didn't use his bare hands!! I dominated that entire match, so Punk had to go and use a chair on me!! What have YOU done to earn a shot at the championship?

Darius leans back and waits for Dixon's response

Dixon: Oh I tell'ya wh ...

Darius: IT DOESN'T MATTER WHAT YOU THINK YOU'VE DONE. And no, that wasn't a shout out to Dwayne Johnson! Vin Diesel was so much better than Johnson in Fast Five!!

The crowd explodes with boos, then Darius stands up and picks the chair up

Darius: Alright, back to business. Dixon, you haven't done shit. I am a world champion! I should be the world champion! But one small thing changed that. One swing of the steel chair.

Darius turns the chair around and shows dried blood on the other side of the chair

Darius: Do you all see this? This is MY blood on this chair. This is the weapon that coward Punk used to win the match!! My bodily fluid is plastered on this chair, slowly rotting away like your career is, Dixon.

Darius holds the chair close to his face and scrapes some of the blood away with his finger

Darius: The blood is nothing but a stain now. Stains can be removed. And Dixon, like the stain on this chair, you can be removed, scraped away if you will. You say you don't bleed, right? Well my friend, everyone bleeds. Everyone does.

Darius hands his championship to one of the men outside of the ring, and then turns to Dixon as the ref rings the bell.

Darius (Edge) vs. AJ Dixon (Kofi)
(Start 2:07 End 7:44)


Dixon lands hard onto Darius with a huge diving crossbody from the top rope! Dixon gets to his feet and looks to the turnbuckle on the opposite side of Darius and then grins. Dixon makes his way to the turnbuckle ... And then begins to stalk Darius, screaming at Darius to get up while in the corner!

Mike: Hes going to spear Darius! He is stealing his signiture move!!

Rocky: Ahh not quite! The spear is in Dixons arsenal as well!!

Dixon grits his teeth while Darius stands, and then he charges Darius and goes for the spear, but Darius counters with a super kick!!

Mike: Super kick! That is one of Dixon's signiture moves!!

Rocky: Well, that right there is bad karma!

Dixon drops to his back and Darius covers him!

One! Two! No!

Dixon kicks out and Darius slams the mat and screams "Do your damn job and count faster!!" at the ref. Darius grabs Dixon by the hair and picks him up, then kicks him hard in the gut and drops him with a DDT! Darius backs up in the corner and watches as Dixon slowly makes his way to his feet, but Dixon drops down to one knee holding his gut.

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Mike: Look at that sick look in Darius's eye ... He is so twisted.

Rocky: Holy shit!!

Darius charges Dixon and goes for the punt,but Dixon moves out of the way just in time! Darius bounces off the ropes and charges Dixon again but Dixon leaps over him and bounces off the middle rope, and flies torwards Darius with a springboard from the rope ...

SPEAR!! Darius spears Dixon mid air!! Dixon drops to the mat and Darius goes for the cover!!

One! Two! DIXON GRABS THE BOTTOM ROPE ... THE REF DOESN'T SEE IT!! THREE!!

Mike: Dixon had the bottom rope, ref!!

Rocky: The ref didn't see it, so it didn't happen!!

Emily Davis: The winner of this match, Darius!

Darius gets to his feet and kicks Dixons hand from the rope and pushes him out of the ring. Darius poses as the crowd explodes with boos! Another ref comes running down to the ring and slides in!

He points to the screen and walks towards the ref, but Darius spears him hard!! The ref goes to look at the screen but Darius gets in his face and tells him to raise his damn hand! The ref raises Darius's hand, and then Darius drops him with the Fuck You, Bitch!! Darius looks around the arena with a huge grin on his face as we cut to a commercial break.

~Commercial~

*Shaz's music hits much to the crowds displeasure, he swaggers his way into the ring in street clothes holding his briefcase up high as he grabs a mic*

Shaz: Hawk, I honestly don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you need to stop with all these pathetic mind games!

*Crowd boo*

Shaz: I'm absolutely sick, and and I'm tired of all these mind games! It's pissing me off! And it's pissing these people off! You see Hawk, I never considered you to be as low as you are acting right now. Why don't you attack me face to face for once, like a man? Instead acting like an absolutely pussy, and attacking me from behind?

You see people, this so called "man" they call Mike Hawk, has actually defeated me before. He defeated me in EWA, to win the Carnage World Heavyweight Title! But that certainly ain't gonna stop me from kicking this guys ass! Hawk, you can pin me one-two-three all you want, but at the end of the day, I'll still be the same wrestler I was from the very beginning...the best wrestler! I'll still have the better ability then you Hawk, and I know for a fact that you know it!

*Mixed reactions from the crowd with more cheers*

Shaz: So last week, after I teamed up with that whore Darius, to take on Israel Pamich, and Chris Divine. I pinned Divine after Darius, threw me on top of him. Despite the way the match finished, I still came out on top! But after that match, like usual, this son of a bitch Mike Hawk had a little summin to say! And guess what guys! According to Mike Hawk, I'm apparently..A JOKE!

*Crowd boo as they disagree*

Shaz: That's right! A so called "joke", you see Mike Hawk. Never once did I think that you'd actually have the audacity to call me a joke. If I'm a joke, then you should take a look in the mirror. All you do is look at the past, which contains the fact that you defeated me, twice. But from now on, I advise you to look into the future. Because now you know, that Shaz, is officially on a cruise!

*Crowd go ballistic with cheers*

Shaz: No I'm not on a cruise! After that massive reaction..I'm on a motherfucking rampage!

*Crowd explode much to Shaz's pleasure*

Shaz: So Hawk, I want another match against you at Lost Cause! I want to prove to everyone that despite losing to you, I can still batter you. I can still put you in a hospital. Because we could put a five star match on, now that I know it's you that's been attacking me! So get your plastic ass up here right now!

*Shaz waits at least 10 seconds for Hawk to come out, but there's no answer*

Shaz: Ahh, you know what? I knew he'd be like this, he's probably gonna attack me like the pussy he is! But I'mma save some of the time, I'm not leaving this ring until that mongrel comes out! And to save some of the time, I'll read a damn newspaper!

*Shaz takes out a newspaper from his pocket and reads it as the crowd cheer him on*



*As Hawk's music hits a huge fire erupts on stage and out from the fire Hawk is center stage staring directly at Shaz. Hawk makes his way down to the ring ignoring the boos around him and only focusing on Shaz.

Hawk: Last week I told everyone why I came to the IWA and how I am going to give this company an actual champion and expel the jokes that dwell here. I am not someone who comes out week after week complaining and spouting lies about being a real wrestler or who hit who, I am a warrior who dismembers the weak and demorlize the unworthy.

These fans worship you and others like you because you are just as boring and relateable as they are. They boo me because they are envious of what they will never become and that irritates them as much as it does you.

*The crowd gets into a fit of rage chanting for Shaz to shut Hawk up.

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Hawk: My first statement was made at the first PPV where I proved to the world that the self proclaimed "best in the world" was nothing more than a delusional common thug. Shaz I continue to taunt you because you continue to step in the ring wasting everyones time with your amatur skills and a move set so limited that The Great Khali's school would actually improve it. I am sick of you coming out here acting like you belong with an athlete of my caliber.

If you want another beating then go back to the streets and lose to the filth that worship you otherwise I'm not interested. The reason you are here now is because I let you go. I had the fire in my arsenal to finish you but you made it out in one piece so you could warn the IWA about "Mr. Mayhem". I have better things to do than help you play wrestler, bye Shaz.

*Hawk turns around getting ready to leave the ring to a flurry of "Coward" chants from the crowd.

Shaz: STOP RIGHT THERE YOU SON OF A BITCH!!!

*Crowd immediately explode with cheers as Mike Hawk turns around, Shaz drops his newspaper on the ground*

Shaz: Well, the fans summed it up for me all in one word...Coward! That is exactly what you are! You see Hawk, you only rejected my challenge, because you know that I would beat you next time we have a one on one match! You're not a warrior! You're nothing like one! A warrior would come out here and accept any challenge, any wrestler comes out to open! If you're such a "warrior", then why don't you accept the challenge, and prove it?

And again, you just told a big, lie! These people don't worship me! In fact, I've only just connected with these people! Didn't you hear the reaction when I first came out? Or are you deaf as well as a pussy? They booed me! But I only said one thing, and they exploded with cheers!



*Crowd explode with cheers*

Shaz: See what I mean? That is what I call a true reaction. Do you know why people boo you? The reason is, purely because your are an ignorant person. You underestimate every single wrestler you face, and trust me when I say this. If I knew you were my opponent at Thirst for Blood, then I would've kicked your ass easily!

And I honestly can't believe you said that. Are you mad?! I can execute a move, 100 times better than you can, and my matches in this ring show it! I give 5 star matches, whereas you..just give matches that everyone can close there eyes on. And fall asleep, as if you weren't there! You're not a real wrestler! You're not even a true athlete! Hell, you are even worse than Hornswoggle!

*Crowd explode with cheers and they chant Hawkswoggle. Shaz starts cracking up, as Hawk immediately gets pissed*

Shaz: That really made me chuckle. So from now on, you're not Mike Hawk...You're HAWKSWOGGLE!

But in all seriousness, you don't know how desperate I am to kick your ass. You don't know how much violence, blood, and pain I crave. I want to make you suffer, trust me. You've been playing with my head too much, and it's finally got to me. All these mind games, all this torture you have delivered, I'm finally gonna make you pay! I'm finally gonna make you face the consequences! But if you are too pussy to reject my challenge, I'll put my most precious thing at the moment on the line...

My Money in the Bank briefcase containing a IWA World Heavyweight Championship title shot!

*Crowd explode with cheers as they chant SHAZ! SHAZ! SHAZ!*

Hawk: As enticing as that offer is Shaz, no thanks. I am more than capable of getting a world title on my own unlike you relying on a cheap gimmick like that. I am one of the hottest commodities in wrestling at the moment and I didn't get there by beating the same old people each and every week.

You want to make me suffer Shaz? I know I have said that before but there is a big difference on how I said it. You are fueled by rage Shaz, you want all this pain inflicted on others as a way of revenge where as I do what I do because I am on a mission. I will destroy anyone in my path that continues to mock what do night in and night out. Shaz I have already beaten you and gotten my message to everyone in the back, I see no further reason to face you again, so goodbye.

*As Hawk starts to leave again he gets an idea and turns around with an evil grin on his face.

Hawk: You know what, I will take you up on your offer but under one condition... we fight in my kingdom. I want you in a match where I can push your tolerance for pain to its threshold and beyond, where I can not only get buckets of your blood, but pools of it. Shaz, your destruction will be one for the books because it will be contested in a place I not only dwell in but thrive in, the heavens. Shaz I want to make you suffer in a ladder match for your case.

*Hawk waves his arms signaling something and a contract is lowered from the rafters.

Hawk: To ensure it does happen and you aren't just spouting shit like usual, I want your word in an ironclad contract. What do you say Shaz, are you going to man up or were you just putting on another show to please the common rabble? Man up or get out of my ring!!

*Hawk shoves the contract onto Shaz's chest after signing it.

Shaz: Are you actually being serious Hawk? Did you just challenge me to a Ladder match?

*Crowd pop and chant DO IT as Shaz smiles*

Shaz: You didn't realize, that a Ladder match is match of my specialty did you? You may know many things about me Hawk, but I know that you didn't know this. Every single Ladder match I have been, I've anhilated my oppenents. Physcially, and mentally. When it comes to that ring, I'm an insane motherfucker! You honestly don't know WHAT you have gotten yourself into!

*Hawk's face turns from a smile, to a shocked face*

Shaz: Cheap gimmick? Is that all you've got? I've heard worse from a 5 year old! I beat 9 other men to win this briefcase in ICW! And the reward was given to me again in IWA, because I earned it! Can you imagine that? Busting my ass against 9 other men to capture a briefcase? A briefcase may not look the best. But when you look inside it, it can be the ticket to success! And I've got the contract which allows me to cash in anytime I frickin' want!

And no Mike Hawk, you're no way near one of the hottest commodities in wrestling! You've done nothing to be one! Hell, even Brock Edwards and Matt Ryder have made a bigger impact than you! Ryder's made an impact for being the most annoying person in the damn roster. And Edwards has made an impact for being the biggest pussy in wrestling history! All you done, was defeat me..in a fluke victory. Believe me when I say this Hawk, if I knew it was you, then I would've whooped your ass...

*Shaz clicks with his finger*

Shaz: Just like that!

And another false statement Hawk, when you say this is your ring. Please can you go a bit further? Tell me more about how it's your ring! I don't see your name on it, in fact, I don't see your name anywhere! Besides all those brilliant posters saying Mike Hawk Sucks!

*Crowd chant Mike Hawk sucks, as Shaz laughs*

Shaz: You see Hawk, unlike you. I equal ratings. These people drive from wherever they come from, just to see me. They wanna hear what Shaz has to say, because they know whatever Shaz says is the truth. But that's just not the case for you Hawk, every single word that comes out of your mouth is absolute bullshit! All you do is come out here, in the centre of this ring, talking and talking and talking, but what you don't realize..is that no one really gives a shit.

From now on from this week, I'll start giving everyone what they want to see. I'm not gonna talk shit like you, I'm gonna own this damn mic. I'm gonna own every single opponent I have in this ring, I'm gonna be the most charasmatic wrestler that has ever stepped foot in the IWA! Overconfidence? I know. Cocky? Damn right! But at least I'll back all those statements up each and every single week!

[DXCena#1fan]

*Crowd cheer as they start chanting Shaz is awesome as Mike Hawk looks as if he's going to explode *

Shaz: You see that Hawk? I'm awesome. Not self proclaimed at all, these fans think it. These fans know it for a fact. Can't you see it Hawk? I'm owning you with my words! Look at your frickin' face! You can't bear the fact that I'm awesome! You can't bear the fact that these people are looking up to me! Because they know, that I'm gonna accomplish what you're not, and that is winning, and becoming the new IWA Heavyweight Champion!

But that's not gonna happen just yet. Because I'll need to get through you first. And trust me I will. We've already agreed to a match at Lost Cause, but we haven't agreed to a Ladder match. Because I was desperate to get things off my chest. And now you know, that I'm a bigger threat going into Lost Cause, than I was going into Thirst for Blood. And right now, you are absolutely pissing yourself!

But I just wanna ask one more question, not to you Hawk, to these fans! People, do you wanna see Shaz go one on one against Mike Hawk at Lost Cause?! With this Money in the Bank briefcase on the line! In a Ladder match?!

*Crowd chant YES as Shaz smiles*

Shaz: Hawk, consider your offer accepted! Because I am the best in the world at what I do, and-

Shaz goes to roundhouse kick Hawk, but Hawk ducks, bailing out of the ring, as Shaz hits the ropes with the mic still in hand.

Shaz: There is nothing, and I mean NOTHING! That can take that away from me!

Hawk and Shaz have a staredown, as Mike stands on the ramp and Shaz in the ring, as the camera's cut to a commercial break.

~Commercial~

The camera's come back from the break, as we see Killa is already in the ring, in a ghetto referee shirt.



Frankie Fletcher comes out from the back, to a good amount of boos, as he heads down the ramp and into the irng.





Jackson Smith comes out from the back, to a pretty big pop, as he heads down the ramp and into the ring, not taking his eyes off of Killa.



Killa signals for the bell, as the match is underway!

Frankie Fletcher(cena) vs Jackson Smith(Orton)
Special Ref: Killa
(Part 1 Start 4:15, Part 2 End 5:36)



Fletcher has the STF locked onto Smith but Smith has the ropes! Killa starts to count extremely slow!

Onnnnnnnnnne!

Mike: Come on! This isn't legal!

Rocky: Oh yes it is!! He is the ref!!

Twwwwwwwwwwwo!

Fletcher applies the hold even tighter as Smith starts to fade away!

Thrrrrreeee!!

Fletcher lets Smith go and drags him to the center of the ring, Killa goes for a fast count!!

OneTwo NO!

Smith kicks out! Fletcher looks at Killa shocked! Fletcher picks Smith up and then hits a few knife edged chops, getting some "Wooooos!" from the crowd! Smith retaliates and punches Fletcher a few times, and then whips him into the ropes. Fletcher bounces back and is picked up into the air by Smith, going for the Killer Instinct but Killa "accidently" bumps into Smith, making him drop Fletcher! Smith gets in Killa's face, but then Fletcher drops Smith from behind with an inversed DDT and then goes for the cover, but Smith rolls him up!

Killa counts slow!!

Onnnnnnnnnnne! Kick out!

Fletcher kicks out and Smith gets up in Killas face! Killa points to his referee shirt, and then Killa grabs Smith and nails the Dropdead!! Killa screams at Fletcher to cover Smith and he does!

Mike: HE CAN'T FUCKING DO THAT!!

Rocky: Hahahahahahaha!! Yes he can!! This is awesome!!

1.2.3.!

Emily: The winner of this match, Frankie Fletcher.

Frankie rolls out of the ring, as Smith is to his feet, as Killa and Smith begin to brawl. After a few stiff shots, Jackson has the upperhand...LOWBLOW! Killa kicks Jackson square in the junk, dropping Jackson hard. Killa rolls out of the ring, and grabs the MITB briefcase he stole from Smith. Killa rolls back into the ring, and drops the briefcase, as he lifts Smith to a corner. He lifts Jackson to a sitting position on the top turnbuckle, and then lifts him off of it and drops him onto the metal briefcase with an implant DDT! Killa pushes Jackson away, grabbing the MITB briefcase, and he can be heard screaming "It's mine bitch, it's mine!" Over and over, as he rolls out of the ring, heading up the ramp. He is stopped halfway up though, as an image of Daniel May appears on the tron.

May: Mr Killa, it would appear that you think that briefcase is yours. Well, I would hate for anyone to call me an unfair man, so at Lost Cause, you Mr Killa will get a rematch against Mr Smith. The Endurance Championship briefcase will be on the line, as you and Mr Smith will go at it 1 more time. This time though Mr Killa, this match will be contested under the rules of falls count anywhere!

The fans explode, as Killa just grins, turning back to see Smith hasn't moved. The camera's cut from Killa, to the back.

[DXCena#1fan]

Backstage, Malcolm Adonis is posing in front of a mirror, flexing his muscles and checking himself out from every conceivable angle. He gives himself a satisfied grin and chuckles to himself as he leans over to his left and picks up his signature white towel, draping it over his shoulder before posing a little more. A female voice comes from off screen and catches Malcolm by surprise.

Voice: 8 years later and not a single thing has changed about you Malcolm, still best friends with the mirror I see.

Malcolm turns around with a raised eyebrow before surprise turns to excitement and he embraces a young, blonde woman standing there. She is around 5'11, slim and toned, tanned and wearing a tank top along with short shorts.

Malcolm: Daaamn girl! 8 years and you are still as fine as hell! What the hell are you doin' here Valentina!?

Valentina: I see you're still as charming as ever! My eyes are up here big boy.

Malcolm: Hahaa! Sorry girl, but you know Malcolm, his eyes sure do love to wander.. as well as his hands!

Valentina playfully slaps Malcolm's hands away and takes a step back as she places her hands on her hips.

Valentina: You better watch those hands Mr Adonis, my daddy might not be here to kick your ass like last time but I've got a few moves of my own!

Malcolm: Ahh girl, why you gotta be like that? You know Malcolm's only playin', how you been anyway? I haven't heard from you in like forever!

Valentina: Well, things have been pretty good for me Sugar, after I got my diploma in Sports Sciences i've been working as a personal trainer to the stars! Jennifer Aniston.. Natalie Portman.. Robert Downey Jr.. you know, a crowd a little more classy than the meat heads I used to hand around with in College.

Malcolm: Oh girl that hurts, you'll break my heart sayin' things like that!

Valentina: Oh you know i'm just foolin' you big goof, you know i've missed having my staunch protector around!

Valentina playfully prods Malcolm in the chest.

Valentina: I see you've stuck to the workout regime I came up with for you. Puttin' it to good use?

Malcolm: Oh you know it, I mean just take a look at me. Robert Downey Jr don't look this fine, hell no one looks this fine, Malcolm ain't called the Sexual Sensation for nothin'!

Valentina: You're still calling yourself that!? Hahaha, that mighta worked on the loose girls back in L.A., but that can't still fly these days?

Malcolm: Hunny, when you the sexiest man alive, anything flies, now I know you feelin' me! Now come on, tell ol' Malcolm what brings the girl of his dreams back into his life?

Malcolm and Valentina sit down on a nearby bench as they talk to each other.

Valentina: Well, I was up in a sports bar with a couple of friends from work, and this crazy little show called IWA popped up. And who was it that I saw being thrown over the top rope by a religious looking zealot? My old buddy Malcolm! So I remebered that it was always your dream to become a professional wrestler, and thought I'd come on out to see how things were going for you! So what's the deal with you and that guy?

Malcolm: Ahaaa! Yeah that was me, and for the record I was about to win that match. And you know what, Malcolm don't really understand what the hell is this guys problem. One minute i'm heading for a match with my buddy Kyojin, the next my ass is flying over the top rope and landing hard thanks to Shining Light. I've been trying to get an explanation but I just can't track this jackass down, and trust me, Malcolm's checked every place of worship around. For a bible thumper, this guy just ain't into churches.. not the churches Malcolm visits anyway..

Malcolm stands up and goes back to looking in the mirror.

Malcolm: I dunno.. maybe he just a lil jealous of ol' Malcolm and his rock hard abs.. or his dynamite smile.. or his perfect ass.. or his huge..

Valentina: Ego..Malcolm: Tsssk.. girl now you know that's not what Malcolm was gonna say.. but I get your point, ahaaa! But Malcolm tell you this, when I get a hold of that little punk, i'ma show him that Malcolm's guilty of a few more sins than lust. Namely Malcolm gonna be guilty of beating his ass all the way back to Sunday School. And i'm gonna get my chance tonight when I team up this this real nice kid called Sagittarius Blue against Shining and Chris Divine.Valentina: Wait.. you're facing a team consisting of Shining Light.. and Chris Divine.. there's a joke there but I can't quite figure it out.Malcolm: Ahaaa, I see what you mean. Well these two punks gonna need a little Divine Intervention tonight if they want any hope of gettin' outta here in one piece. And let me tell you.. whatever's left of Shining Light tonight better make sure it hauls it's broken down ass to Lost Cause. Because Malcolm wants a one on one match, Malcolm wants to crucify this piece of trash and settle his issues with me once and for all. Yeah.. Malcolm gonna turn the other cheek.. so he can kiss my fine ass..
Valentina rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Malcolm: Hey, listen.. i'd ask ya if you wanted to come on out to the ring with me.. but this Divine cat, this guy don't have any reservations about attackin' women, wouldn't be safe out there for ya. Besides.. with this fine ass, y'all just get jealous when you hear all the ladies out there screamin' for a piece of Malcolm!

Valentina stands up and places a hand on Malcolm's shoulder.

Valentina: Yeah.. because i've always been jealous of the company you keep Sugar.. and don't worry about me, I can handle myself.. i'll see you out there..

Valentina winks at Malcolm and walks out of shot as he watches her leave. Malcolm wipes his brow and sighs.

Malcolm: God damn.. that ass.. Malcolm gonna need a cold shower before this night's over.. God damn..

The camera heads back to the arena for the next match, where we see all four men are already in the ring for the finals of the wild card tag team tournament. The ref rings the bell, and the match is underway!

Wild Card Tag Team Tournament Finals
Elric/Draymen (Rollins/Steamboat) vs. Edwards/Cage (Sandow/O'Neil)
(Start 2:30 End 9:50)


Draymen drops Edwards with a huge kick to the temple! Both men are reaching for their partners, but Edwards gets to Cage first! Cage gets in the ring and drags Draymen away from Elric! Cage stomps down onto Draymen, and then he springboards from the middle rope and lands down onto Draymen's gut hard, knocking the wind out of him!

Cage tags Edwards back in and Edwards goes to work on Draymen's abdomen again, doing some damage to it making it hard for Draymen to breathe! Draymen reaches for Elric but he is too far away! Edwards lifts Draymen onto his shoulders and is about to hit the F5 but the lights in the arena flicker for a bit and then a voice booms over the arena's speakers ...

EDWARDS ... RYDER ... I AM COMING FOR YOU.

Edwards stares blankly at the stage, waiting to see if anyone comes out ... Draymen slides off Edwards back and turns him around ...

TRAIN WRECK!!

Edwards drops to the mat hard! Draymen tags in Elric, and then Draymen turns around to see Cage trying to climb back in the ring! Draymen runs to Cage and hits The Raiders Roar!! Elric picks Edwards up and then hits the Seal of the Beaten!! Elric goes for the cover!

ONE! TWO! THREE!

Emily Davis: The winners of this match and the Wild Card Tag Team Tournament, Victor Elric and Ivan Draymen!

Ivan and Victor stand celebrating their win in the ring as the ref raises their arms....

[DXCena#1fan]

*Mr. Blood and Mr. Black walk out slowly clapping, Vivica skipping between them. They stop at the top of the ramp, as Vivica grabs microphones from someone backstage and hands one to each man.*

Mr. Blood: Well well well, look at this, we now have the last members of this little dance... Ivan and Victor, otherwise known as two random jackasses from bumsfuck nowhere. Seriously, who the fuck are you guys, and why the hell should we care? Sure you assholes won this shitty little side show contest, against a bunch of random ass thrown together pairings, most of which were guys who fucking hated each other, and had no interest in coming over into our side of the game permanently. What, you think we should be impressed by that? Do you morons think that actually qualifies you as a tag team? Do you think that proves that you have what it takes to come over to our house and play in our yard?

*The Crowd starts chanting "You Suck!"*

Because trust me when I tell you boys, we are the Tag Team Division, here, and in the rest of the fucking Industry. We were standing tall when a federation with history, a federation that had birthed some of the greatest hardcore bastards ever to call themselves wrestlers were created, the fiery hell of HWA, we stood at the peak of the ECW of this era in e-fedding and held onto that gold when everyone was against us and the company itself imploded into Oblivion. In the predecessor to this federation,, ICW we again held onto the gold while everything else vanished. We are the hardest to kill, and the toughest sons of bitches that either of you fucks will ever encounter, we have taken shit that would destroy most teams and used it as a fucking fuel to move forward, to grow our numbers and evolve into a greater threat!

*As if on cue, as soon as Mr. Blood says the word "Threat" the 8 helmeted members of Black Blooded walk out, standing shoulder to shoulder behind Mr. Black, Mr. Blood, and Vivica, who is smiling and waving at people, seemingly oblivious to the jeers and boos they are all receiving from the crowd. a "Crazy Whore" Chant starts*

Mr. Black: We will fucking rip you apart.

Mr. Blood: Damn right we will. See, Black and I have been fighting all of our lives, we have had each others backs since we were fucking children. We have done whatever it takes to get whatever we want, and made a fuck ton of cash doing it. When you get in that ring with us, we will break you, we will bleed you, we will tear you apart on every level. We are not nice people, and when we get in that ring, that's when we get to show you just how nice we aren't.

Let me lay it out for you boys real slow here, if you show up to that PPV, it will be the last stupid thing you do on God's Green Earth. That match is about real teams, not whatever cuddlefest you call this shit you have going on. Just stay home, watch it on Pay Per View, and be damn glad that you are not getting your asses beat by the best team in the business.

Mr. Black: Leave it to the professionals

Mr. Blood: Which brings us to those retarded psychos in the making, Greasy and Grotesque, and their creepy uncle, Cyrus jr. We don't know, or want to know just what the fuck the deal is with you three, who is doing what to who, or how often. What we do want to know, and very badly, is how the fuck your little freak show actually won the fucking belts in the first place? I mean, Black and I watched the match, right before we came out and made it entertaining, and neither of us could fucking figure it out. I mean, which one of you holds the half of a brain that even knows what a headlock is? What the fuck kind of out-patient process tells you to let your retards fight when you take them for a walk anyway? Why the fuck did anyone in management decide that hiring a couple of mental incompetents and their "Special Friend" would be good for business?

Mr. Black: Fucking Pitiful

Mr. Blood: That it is, but then, they match these dumbass fans. You morons want to know the answer to the real question that has been all over the world since our debut in this shitbox you call a wrestling company? You asshole fans want to know how we got eight other men to come out and stand with us? It's shit like this, between the freak brothers, those ghetto blasting punks, and the random jackass pairings that manage to stay standing long enough to accidentally win, this place was crying out for a change.

*The Crowd starts chanting "Shut the Fuck up"*

Mr. Black *Yelling* Silence!

These eight men behind me were crying out for a change, were in desperate need of brotherhood, of leadership that they could believe in. So they have joined with us and wear our patch proudly. These men have joined our family, our club. These men fight for us because we do exactly what we say we will do, we get results and we always fucking win in the end. They are with us because we are the best, and when you see guys like us, you have three choices, you join us, you fight us, or you get the fuck out of our way before we run your ass down like a dog.

Mr. Black: We are the baddest motherfuckers around wherever we go.

Mr. Blood: And now we are here, Black Blooded is back in business, Larger, Meaner, and tougher than ever. Consider each and every fucking one of you, from the heavyweight champion, to the tiny little mexican that cleans the fucking bathroom on notice. We are the pack of wolves that hunt here, we are the Dominant Predators, the rest of you are just prey. In the words of one of the few men that we fully respect, and a friend that helped make me the man I am today. Beat us, if you can. Survive, if we let you.

Mr. Black: Nothing Personal

Mr. Blood: Just Business.

*As Mr. Blood and Mr. Black turn to walk out, Vivica holding Mr. Black's hand and skipping at his side, the masked Bikers part, splitting down the middle to let their leaders pass, then walking back behind them. Draymen and Elric stand in the ring for a moment, as suddenly we see a bunch of the helmeted men being shoved back out on the ramp, by the bodies of Mr Black and Mr Blood! Gommenta and Gaileo come out from the back, each holding a sledgehammer. Blood and Black are down, as some of the helmeted men charge at Damaged Goods, only to be smashed hard by hammer shots. Gaileo and Gommenta swing wild, taking all 8 men out, and then drop the hammers, looking at Black Blooded. Gommenta lifts Mr Black up, as Gaileo lifts Mr Blood up. They throw the two men into the glass design for the stage, and then off of the stage! Black falls through a table, and Blood lands near the pyrotechnic booth, as Damaged Goods stand tall, proud of their work. The camera's cut to a commercial break.

~Commercial~

[DXCena#1fan]

*The camera cuts backstage, where a cameraman is walking along a corridor. He turns to a door with the sign "injury room" and knocks on it, but a loud crash is heard. The camera falls to the floor, as louder and more frequent crashing sounds become clear. Suddenly a man picks up the camera, not letting his face seen*

???: Ne- Nuh- Hash-king-ka! B-B-Balapalzooa. Yong Bing K-K-Kong!

Nashy. Nashy. Nash Nash Nashy. Bazinga! Ourigarno! Thilly Willy. GOLD!

*A louder, less masculine voice is heard*

???: Okay. That's enough now.

*The camera is snatched away, before showing Gommenta stroking the wall close to him. Gaileo is seen lying on the floor, pressing his ear against his shoulder, before Schweizner rests the camera on a table located near them*

Schweizner: Up!

*Sebastian Schweizner points to the wall, as Gaileo hops to his feet. Both he and Gommenta position themselves in front of the wall standing at attention.*

Schweizner: Now. Damaged Goods vs Black Blooded vs Ivan Draymen and Victor Elric will happen come Last Cause. With these *Schweizner lifts up his top, revealing himself wearing both belts around his waist*. These titles are our property, and there is no way anyone black or white, no-one American or foreign, no one from Earth or anywhere with Humans, Aliens, or creatures of any time can take these titles away from Damaged Goods! I've worked my whole life for this, and no-one is going to take this away from me!

I may lead these men into victory, and one of these men should be standing her IWA World Champion, if Eddings and Darius weren't complete and utter imbeciles. But these titles are the stepping stones for the future. Last week, Gaileo and Gommenta defeated KJ PUNK and Kyojin. The World Champion and the Endurance Champion could not hold a candle, to those two standing over there, and is that a bad thing. Nuh-uh, it gave them a good reality check. Their eyes made be focused on AJ Dixon, Darius and Mr. Smyth, but we taught them that they should keep their eyes on the present - not the future. We are the true champions of IWA.

The last three companies Black Blooded has been in - has closed. HWA, EWA, ICW! None, not even one could survive. But when these titles are here with Damaged Goods, IWA will go strong, we're the best IWA has to offer, either the champion, or defeated the champion in every division currently here. And Elric and Draymen, well they're nothing more than two individuals getting a title shot, to avoid them gaining an attitude, to keep them happy. They can work together for two games, but can they work together to beat the IWA Tag Team Champions - I think not. WE ARE!

*Both Gaileo and Gommenta steps forward*

Gaileo: D-D-D-D-DAMAGED!

Gommenta: Googly Googly Googly GOODS!

The camera's cut to another part of the arena where we see Daniel May walking. Immediately he is cut off by Jake Johnson.

Jake: Sir, can I get a quick word from you?

Daniel: Sure Mr Johnson, but make it quick.

Jake: After the assault we saw from Damaged Goods to Black Blooded, will we still see Mr Blood as the special ref in tonights main event match?

Daniel: No, we won't. While Mr Black and Mr Blood are not injured to the point where they can't compete, I don't want to risk the chance of revenge being sought tonight and possibly ruining the tag title match we have set for Lost Cause. I have sent Black Blooded and their group home. Rest assured though, next week, in an official sanctioned match, Black Blooded will have a shot at revenge.

Jake: What happens next week?

Daniel: We will see Victor Elric going up against Gommenta and Mr Blood in a triple threat match.

Jake: Wow thats big!

Daniel: If you think that is big, keep an eye out for later tonight when I drop a bombshell.

The camera's cut from May who walks off to the ring, where we see Brock Edwards and Matt Ryder. Each man has a mic.

Ryder: Hey bro, you got to look in the bright side of thins.

Brock: Oh yeah, what's the bright side of things?

Ryder: That you still got contract here.



Brock: You're right. But, I can't get over the fact how Oscar got lucky. He has to pretend to be someone else he ain't.

Ryder: You know he does that cause he has no original personality unlike us.

*Both men then stare at each other and have a laugh.*

Brock: Wait a minute. You cameraman. Get your dumbass in the ring.



Ryder: Here it up!

One of the cameramen climb into the ring.

Brock: Don't be afraid. I just want to send Oscar a message. So, Oscar if your idiotic ass listening right now then get ready. I accept your challenge. I will prove to the world that I'm the best IWA has to offer not some wannabe. I hope you see my match cause just like I'm going to destroy and win. That is going to be your faith when you face me and Ryder. So, go ahead choose anyone you want cause it doesn't matter if it's Obama, King Kong, Hannah Montana, or some genetic freakshow. We will wi...

[DXCena#1fan]

Mike: WO! Hulk Hogan is here!

Rocky: Why in the blue hell is Hogan here!? This isn't the WWE or TNA!

*The fans pop for the theme of Hulk Hogan, but the cheers get louder when Oscar Laymen comes out to the ramp, fully clothed in the Hulkster's gear. He paces on the ramp, before locking eyes with Edwards and Ryder*

Oscar: Let me tell you something Hulkamaniacs! And you little Hulksters in the ring! Brother, Hulk HOscar, is going to take the biggest arms in the world, wrap them around your necks, and sink you both like the Titanic brother! You see, at Lost Cause, Hollywood has been World Champion more times than you both brother! In fact, the Hulkster brother, has more sex tapes than you have had championships brother, for your entire career.

You both base yourselves on professional wrestlers, and I think that's crazy brother. I mean who in their right mind, would choose to rip off other wrestlers, as opposed to creating their own legacy. Brother, sister, father, mother, the Hulkster is not crazy. Let me tell you something brother, HOScar is glad you accepted the match challenge at Lost Cause, because you see, it will be 2 on 2. No place you can run brother! No place where you can hide! After this you can't even come out of the closet, because the people still in there brother, are afraid of the reputation you'll give them, of being utter douchebags!

But Lesnar, Zack, brother I lost to Lesnar before, and it ain't fun. But he already didn't have any brain cells. So, by the look of you Brock, becoming a clone of him must've took away the muscles. Zackary, Matthew, let's just call you dumbass, when your shoulders are down for the pin, Mean Gene won't want to interview you. He's worried his mustache may catch a disease, because that's the only excuse you have for looking like that, wearing clothes like that. You can't be right in the head.

But brother, my partner has been number 1 contender more times than even the Hulkster has brother. He's been number one contender more times than you've jerked each other off, and trust me brother's, that's virtually impossible to do! Come Lost Cause, this man brother, will become number 1 contender for kicking your ass! Allow me to introduce my partner brother.

Hulk Hoscar points above himself, as the tron comes to life, playing a video.


(end at 6:55)

The lights in the arena go out, as some fans scream, other fans yell. Everyone is going crazy, as letters appear on the titantron.

D----E----S----T----R----O----Y----E----R

The tron goes black again, as a single light shines on a man standing on the entrance stage. He turns around quickly, as pyro's go off, and the lights come back on.

Mike: IT'S RYAN WELLS!

The fans are going crazy, as Wells is going crazy himself, as he heads down the ramp with Oscar right behind him. Wells smacks some fans hands before climb into the ring, looking at Edwards and Ryder. Brock mouths something, but then takes a shot at Wells, which Ryan blocks! Ryan counters with three stiff shots of his own, as Ryder goes at Layman. Layman punches Ryder three times, as both Oscar and Wells have Ryder and Edwards against the ropes. They whip the two men into the other ropes, as they bounce back, and are nailed with big boots. Hulk Hoscar starts hulking up, and then begins to go to each side of the ring, asking for noise from the fans, and he gets it. Soon Wells joins in, as Hoscar runs into the ropes, and bounces back, nailing Ryder with the legdrop of doom! Wells runs into the ropes, but as he goes at Edwards, Brock quickly rolls out of the ring, retreating up the ramp. Ryan stops, smirking, as he grabs Ryder lifting him into the air, and then drops him with the Freak Attack!

Rocky: Oh my god! He is back!

Mike: The freak is back! It's official! Brock Edwards and Matt Ryder vs Oscary Laymen and Ryan Wells!

Hulk Hoscar and Ryan Wells start doing signature Hulk poses in the ring, as the camera's cut to a commercial break.

~Commercial~

The camera's come back from the break, as we see Chris Divine and Shining Light are already in the ring for their tag match.



Sagittarius Blue comes out from the back, but doesn't mess around, as he heads straight for the ring with Adonis right behind him, and both off their respective girls behind them,

Chris Divine(Daniels) & Shining Light(Kaz) vs Sagittarius Blue(Styles) & Malcolm Adonis(Angle)

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The fans are going wild after Blue dropped both Divine and Light with the double ddt. Blue looks over to Adonis, who is to his feet and in the ring now. They both nod, as Blue lifts Divine up, throwing him into the corner. Adonis comes over, grabbing Blue, and goes to whip him into one corner, but reverses it, and uses the velocity to whip Blue hard into the corner Divine is in, pancaking him! Adonis sends Light into the same corner Divine is in, and this time, Blue whips Adonis, sending Adonis running hard, as Adonis clotheslines both men in the corner. Divine and Light stumble out, as Adonis plants Light hard with a spinning spinebuster, and Sagittarius sends Divine hurling across the ring with a standing hurricarana! Both men end up rolling out of the ring to recoup, as Blue and Adonis stand tall. Divine and Light seem to be saying something to each other, as Adonis is on his hands and knees. Sagittarius charges, using the back of Adonis and the ropes to go flying over the top, and takes Shining and Divine out with a flying plancha. Blue is to his feet, posing for the fans, as Adonis does the same thing, as the camera's cut to a commercial break.

~Commercial~

The camera's come back, as we see Adonis and Divine in the ring exchanging blows.

Mike: Welcome back folks, and during the break, the tide shifted!

Rocky: That's one way of putting it.

A replay comes up on part of the screen, where we see Shining Light turned the tides on Blue, when Blue went for a top rope hurricarana but Light turned it into the Eternal Salvation. The replay video goes away, as we see Adonis has Divine in the corner. Malcolm is on the second rope, punching down on Divine as the fans chant along.

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Adonis hops down, as he grabs Divine, and launches him into the ropes. Divine bounces back, as Adonis bounces off the other ropes and nails Divine with a MASSIVE rolling elbow! Adonis covers Divine.

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Divine kicks out after 2. Adonis gets to his feet, as he grabs Divine, sending him into the corner. He tags in Blue, as Blue steps in. Both men grab Divine, whipping him into the ropes, as Shining makes the blind tag. Divine bounces back, and is sent flying to the outside with a double backdrop.

Mike: WOW! That was sick!

Adonis steps back out onto the ring apron, as Blue and Light begin to trade blows.

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Shining has the upperhand, as he whips Blue into the ropes. We get a quick shot, as we see Divine is now to his feet, and glaring at Pisces Pink and Valentina who are at ring side. He starts to walk towards them. Blue bounces off the ropes, and ducks a clothesline from Light, as he suicide dives through the ropes, taking Divine out and cutting him off! Adonis is in the ring now, as Light goes to punch Adonis, but Adonis blocks it, and nails Light with a stiff knee to the stomach. Light is bent over, as Adonis lifts him into the air, and plants Light with the Malcolm XXX! Adonis turns, seeing Blue getting back into the ring. Adonis looks at Blue, as Blue scales the corner. Adonis lifts Shining up, and plants him in the middle of the ring with a spinebuster, as Blue flies off the top with a shooting star press! Sagittarius goes for the cover, as Divine tries to get back into the ring but is cut off by a huge elbow on the apron from Adonis.

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Emily Davis: the winners of this match, Malcolm Adonis and Sagittarius Blue!

Adonis and Blue stand in the ring celebrating, as Pink and Valentina climb in with their men. The camera's cut to a commercial break.

~Commercial~