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The crowd is shown chanting

“JBW! JBW! JBW! JBW!”

At the beginning of the show. Pat and Dudley walk out from the back to a loud roar of cheers, they wave to the crowd and the camera begins to pan out to see some of the signs:

“WHERE THE FOOK IS OCTANE?”

“KA$H LIKES MAN-TITS THE BEST!”

“THE HOLYJOSE, HOLY SHIT I’M GAY RADIO SHOW = PLATINUM!!”

“R(ob) GOT FATTER!”

“FUCK SHOWDOWN!”

“WHO TOLD TDA HE COULD WRITE?”

“NVON IS SECRETLY BROKE!”

“HAVE MY CUBS NIGHTWOLF!!”

“TAD LOCUST AND CHAINSAW, THE REAL BROTHERS OF DESTRUCTION!”

“KURWA!”

“WHEN WILL THESE SHOWS BE ON TIME?”

Pat: And we are LIVE ladies and gentlemen in beautiful Seattle, Washington at CenturyLink Field home of the Seattle Seahawks! And tonight we have a great show planned for you all as the first round of the Tournament to crown a new number one contender for the Mayhem Heavyweigh…..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...&v=IYwXUxgszF0

Pat is cut off by unfamiliar music.

Dudley: Who the hell is this?

After about a minute the person appears from the back. It’s NIGHTWOLF! The crowd goes insane as he slowly makes his way down the ramp and into the ring. As he gets in he asks for a mic and while he’s waiting the crowd goes crazier chanting

“NIGHWOLF! NIGHTWOLF! NIGHTWOLF!”

He smiles and begins to speak.

Nightwolf: GREETINGS WOLVES OF THE NIGHT!!! It has been a very long time since I have held a microphone inside of my hand so I will make my words count. For little over half a year now I have completely dominated the Horrorcore division. But lets not let that sway the fact that this division is very hard to endure. You have to be the toughest of the toughest to brawl with us inside of a JABE ring. This is something that many people do not understand… Especially a certain announcer that I know. You should try participating before you even allow the thought of discriminating to cross your simpleton mind.

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The camera pans to Dudley as he shoos them away.

I have come a long way since my time in EWNCW and while I was there I was one of their many decorated athletes. I kicked ass, and nobody once dared to question me. I left there with my coat tails flying high and I kept that motorcycle known as my career rolling along the highway of Justifiably Badass Wrestling. Despite what Roman may have thought of me I am very gifted between the ropes. I was trained by the best, and sooner or later I will prove that. Add a little bit of Horrorcore and you have a match made in heaven and hell.

All of these new competitors have a long way to go before they are even in my league. I had a few interactions with the newbies recently backstage and they are just too nice. They need to be more edgier! They need to prove to me that they are something to be feared.. I need competition more than anyone and I am looking at all of these potential choices. Hell, with this championship wrapped around my waist for this long I could just go a couple of rounds with a mop and people would be on the edge of their seats. That is just how damn good I truly am.

Now I realize that my undefeated streak can end at any given day. That is why I want to put it at risk by challenging the most feared men around these parts. THAT IS WHY...

Pauses and smiles as the crowd starts barking like Dogs.

... I am going to call out no other man BUT.. THE SANDMAN! His presence has been nagging at my heels since the first day I saw him enter this very company. I wanted a piece of him for so long and with the way that he chose to carry himself just proves that he is worthy of giving me the fight of a life time. A MATCH OF THE AGES!!! No fists stalled and all weapons required! All I acquire beyond this point is a simple 'yes' or 'no' Sandman.. I know you are back there listening and I hope that YOU of all people will take this match into thought.

We have both risen through the ranks here tremendously and our accomplishments are already stacked up as high as a Castle. If we set our minds to it then our match will be hellacious for sure! But keep in mind that whatever your choice may be I will give nothing less than 250% of my capable abilities. Nothing less, and nothing more! The fans want to see it and I sure as hell want to see it happen as well!

Pauses yet again for more barks from the crowd for two long minutes.

I AM....

Crowd says: THE ELVIS OF AWESOMENESS!

AND THE WOLF OF THE NIGHT! AWHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!


Drops the microphone.

Pat: And THAT is how you kick off a Mayhem folks! This is obviously just the beginning and I for one cannot WAIT to see what The Sandman says! He’s banged up for sure from the last few weeks of competition but, I’m sure he won’t deny this at all!

Dudley: Screw these guys! That Nightwolf thinks he knows me… He doesn’t know anyone or anything! I’d be glad if they all just went away forever!

Pat: See Duds? Talking like that is probably what’s causing the Horrorcore guys to flare up and act the way they are. Speaking of which, I have here the official JBW press release of what Ano Doom did last week here on Mayhem. I was asked to read it in full:

Due to the unprovoked attack on the fans at last week's Mayhem, we here at JBW have decided to part ways with Ano Doom and release him of his contract. It is with a heavy heart that we do so but we cannot have our fans be in danger at our shows. This is supposed to be fun for everyone involved but we had at least 30 fans in the Hospital after the show.

Rest assured, full refunds and any accommodations at the Hospital will be covered by JBW and also an exclusive meet and greet will be held for those people as well. Please do not think that a one time occurrence means that our shows are not safe for your family to come and have fun. One wrestler, Ano Doom does NOT represent us here at JBW.

Thank you all for reading this and we hope you all understand what exactly a freak accident this was.

Signed,
JBW Officials

Dudley: That is what I mean! These guys are nothing but trouble here in JBW and no one is doing anything about it.

Pat: Although I do agree its getting out of hand, I think your version of doing something about it versus someone else’s version of doing something about it differs drastically. Either way, we have to go to the back, I’m being told Azrael has something to say…

Dudley: Freak.

The camera goes to the back where Azrael is seen in a dark room sitting and staring into the darkness

Azrael: This transition has brought me back to who I was. I win my return match against my scum if a brother HolyJose and then I take Nightwolf to his limits for the Horrocore Championship. You see I lust for gold and Nightwolf your unholy union with that belt has a suitor that suitor is me. My lust for that belt won't stop I will have my thirst quenched and it will be drenched in your blood.

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Until I get to that point I need to prove that I am more than capable of handling this and who better for me to desimate than the man who eliminated me at Horrocore Icons than Tad Locust. Tad I'm a new me tonight you feel the unholy powers that I posess. Tonight we go to hell except only I the Angel of Death will return and rise above your worthless ashes.

We make our way back to the ring as the arena goes dark.

[**INSERT TAD LOCUST THEME**]

As Tad makes his way to the ring the crowd boos loudly. He sneers at them while he slides under the bottom rope. He goes to ask for a mic but then doesn’t. He stands in the corner of the ring and motions for Azrael to come in.

Pat: Tad Locust has been very weird lately. He’s not wanted to talk and he’s kind of regressed back into himself. Something isn’t right here.

Dudley: I could give a damn about that guy and his personal emotions. I don’t care about how any of these guys feel.

Pat: I think you need to realize something Dudley… one of these days, one of these guys will probably come after you.

Dudley: They can if they want.

Pat: What’s gotten into you tonight, matter of fact… the last couple months you’ve been acting out.

Dudley: I’m tired Pat.

Pat looks at Dudley with a weird look on his face.

[**INSERT AZRAEL THEME**]

Azrael runs through the curtain and onto the stage. He beelines for Tad Locust in the ring as Tad moves quickly to stop him. He drop kicks Azrael and picks him back up.

MATCH. 01: TAD LOCUST vs AZRAEL:

Tad Locust/Mike Awesome....Azrael/Masato Tanaka
[VIDEO]http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature=player_embedded&v=xU1DTf5JF5A[/VIDEO]
Stop watching @ 4:18

Locust, from the ring apron, has just thrown Azrael into a table that he had set up outside of the ring. Azrael looks to be hurting, as does Locust. Once Locust gains his bearings, he looks around and picks up the ring stairs, throwing them on Azrael as well. Locust kicks the steps out the way, and the fans can see Azrael is not moving one bit. Locust looks around the ring for something else, finally stealing a beer bottle from a fan.

Locust walks back over to Azrael, hovering above him, cursing him out. Locust then leans over and is about to smash the bottle into Azrael’s head when Azrael knees Locust squarely in the nuts. Locust immediately drops the bottle on Azrael’s chest and reels over in extreme pain. Azrael picks the bottle up and smashes it into Locust’s head- shattering the glass, sending shards all over the place, some embedding themselves into Locust’s head.

Pat: MY GOD!! This match is brutal!

Locust, still clutching his balls and blood now pouring down his face, staggers towards the ring and finally rolls back into the ring eventually getting to his feet. Azrael is slow to get up too, he grabs a steel chair and staggers his way into the ring. Azrael rushes towards Locust and goes to swing the chair at Locust head, but Locust blocks it.

Azrael goes to swing the chair again but Locust head butts him before Azrael can connect with the chair, it looks like Azrael’s nose is busted as blood starts flowing out his nostrils. Locust wrestles the chair from Azrael’s grip and easily pops him in the head with it send Azrael to the mat. Locust stands over Azrael again and bashes him in the head a few more times with the chair.

Dudley: Unfathomable. This is disgusting.

Locust then places the chair across Azrael’s chest, then sets off to the corner, climbing to the top turnbuckle, then dives off, landing butt first on the chair and Azrael. Locust is quick to shove the chair away and go for the pin.

One…

Two…

Thre….

Kickout by Azrael!!

Locust pulls up Azrael and is about to piledrive Azrael into the chair, but Azrael blocks the attempt, managing to flip Locust over. Azrael, although dazed, quickly clamps on an Anaconda Vice from nowhere. After about 15 seconds Tad Locust finally taps out and Azrael continues to hold it. The ref pulls Azrael off and the crowd is cheering for him as he crawls over to a corner and slumps down wiping the blood from his face.

“JBW! JBW! JBW! JBW!”

Is ringing throughout the arena as we go to commercial break.

[**INSERT COMMERCIAL BREAK**]

As we come back from commercial break, Melissa Mendez is backstage with The Prophecy for his thoughts on the upcoming match with Samson.

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Melissa Mendez: How do you feel knowing you begin your Tournament run against Samson?

Prophecy: Melissa tonight I face face Samson, one of the toughest and most intense competitors in JBW history. Someone who can beat damn near anyone at any time, myself included...the fact that I am still not 100% doesn't bode to well for me either. You see I spent my entire career on Warfare, and up until tonight I have been lucky enough to avoid facing Samson, but you see this is for a shot at the Mayhem World title.

Prophecy takes the mic from Melissa and ushers her away.

Last week you took a beating from Sandman, but even after that I know you will bring it all, as I said I am not 100%, I don't feel well, I don't look well but Samson, as God is my witness I will fight well. Bring everything you have, hell bring everything everyone has, because I am not afraid of you. Whether I survive this match is inconsequential, all I need to do is win and that is what I will do...PLAYTIME...is over!!

Pat: WOW! The Prophecy is ready for the first round of the Tournament tonight!

Dudley: That right there is someone I can get behind. He’s not some sort of freak that has eerie powers, stupid things going on and takes joy in beating others with objects to damn near maim someone.

Pat: Your views are getting a lot stronger on this Duds. Are you sure you’re okay?

Dudley: Yea. I’m great.

Pat: Well okay then. Why don’t we get ready for the first match in the Tournament to crown a new number one contender for the Mayhem Heavyweight Championship!!

Dudley: And lets hope one of the… normal participants win it!

Pat: And who do you classify as “normal” Duds?

Dudley: Prophecy, HolyJose amd Zeus Apollo. That’s it. Everyone else in this thing is clinically insane and needs to be put away in a mental institution somewhere.

[**INSERT SAMSON THEME**]

Just as Dudley finishes his sentence, the arena runs cold as the music starts blasting, Mustakrakish comes on to the stage wearing a holy robe, his crown of thorns and his trusty rapier hangins from his side. He holds his arms out like he’s being crucified and wobbles his way to the ring.

He gets in from the middle rope and pulls a mic out from under one of the ropes slits. As he stands there soaking in all the boos from the crowd he begins to speak.

Samson: Tonight my children. Tonight I shall rise and become the king of Mayhem. I shall become the king of all that you see in JBW. I shall become the number one contender to the throne.

Tonight, I have so many things to show you. We will do the danse macabre into the night. We will feel pain like no one before us. And tonight Prophecy, I will make you one of the punished. I will destroy you in this ring and take your soul as mine.

I will execute your physical form and have you begging for mercy. Begging for forgiveness. Our father who art in Hell, DON’T LET HIM BE FORGIVEN! Don’t let him free. Encapsulate his body and torture it for eternity. Ah-men.

As Samson holds his arms out again in crucifix mode and smiles the fans begin to pelt him with sodas, beer and food. Security rushes to the areas and ejects the crowd members they catch.

“THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT! THIS IS BULLSHIT!!”

Chants ring throughout the arena as The Prophecy’s theme begins to rev up the crowd switches gears as Samson laughs in the ring.

[*INSERT PROPHECY THEME**]

The Prophecy strides out on the stage and the crowd loses their minds. He gets a standing ovation as fans rush the barricades. The Prophecy embraces the fans cheers and throws his arms up in the air and motions for more. He walks to the ring and walks up the steps staring at Samson the whole time. Samson licks his lips and starts to motion towards Prophecy.

Samson glides across the ring into Prophecy’s space and throws open his robe to reveal the rapier at his waist in its hilt. Prophecy takes guard and the start jockeying for position in the ring.

Pat: The crowd is completely into this one and it feels like you can cut the tension with a knife in here. No pun intended of course.

Dudley: That was a horrible joke even for you Pat.

Pat: I try Duds. Like The Prophecy said earlier… this is the FIRST meeting between these two in ring juggernauts and it looks like we need to settle in for the long haul here.

Dudley: I’m tired of these Horrorcore guys getting different treatment. There is the new king of JBW in the ring right now and he is The Prophecy. He should have been a Champion here a long time ago and it’s a shame someone like him hasn’t been yet.

Pat: I can finally agree with you on something tonight Duds. Yes, The Prophecy DOES deserve to be Champion but in the same respect, Samson with everything he’s been through one could argue deserves a shot as well.

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Dudley: No. Never… The Prophecy deserves it. HolyJose deserves it. Zeus Apollo deserves it. Not these freaks.

MATCH. 02 – SAMSON vs THE PROPHECY (TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE)

As Dudley finishes his sentence Pat has no time to reply because finally after circling around the ring and taking in the cheers, Samson in one swift movement pulls out his rapier and swings so quickly at The Prophecy that he slices him a bit by his rib cage area.

Before he could feel the pain, The Prophecy had turned around, grabbed Samson’s arm and snapped it back for him to release the rapier. As it fell to the ground Prophecy had to dodge it from falling on his feet.

He twists Samson’s arm up and back, he takes Samson’s right leg and puts his foot on the back of his knee cap. Samson slowly drops to one knee and begins laughing. Samson pulls back up a bit and sweeps the legs of The Prophecy from under him and flips around to release the hold.

Samson gets up and goes for the rapier but Prophecy grabs his left foot, as Samson goes to stomp his hand Prophecy lets go and grabs his right foot with both hands and drags him down. Prophecy turns over and gets on top of Samson and puts him in position for a camel clutch but instead pulls his head back and hammers his arm into Samson’s chest repeatedly instead. He then puts Samson’s head into a Scorpion position and pulls back.

Pat: What the hell is that? What an awkward submission hold! Something has to give here!

As Prophecy locks in the submission hold, Samson struggles to a stop. The ref dives in and checks to see if the hold is legal. As he does he grabs Samson’s right hand and puts it into the air and drops it. It falls and swings.

ONE!

He does it again, the hand drops and swings.

TWO!

Pat: I know Samson is going to get out of it!

He does it one last time and the hand drops, shows signs of life and begins struggling to move but stops and dangles.

THREE!!

Dudley: YYYEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!

The ref tells The Prophecy to let go of the hold but he refuses to. The ref proceeds to pull him off of Samson and as The Prophecy gets up he hops onto the top rope and poses for the crowd who are losing their minds!!

Pat: HE DID IT! The Prophecy advances into the next round! That wasn’t a long match but the damage both of these men have endured for the last few weeks had to have caught up with them. And when The Prophecy locked on that awkward submission hold, Samson had no choice but to either tap or faint. And obviously Samson chose to pass out instead of tap out!

Dudley: I give him credit for not tapping out like a weaker person would have, that hold was brutal but it goes to show you that you DON’T have to have weapons and a Horrorcore theme to win. You just need wrestling ingenuity and a knowhow to do get the job done!! The Prophecy is the horse I’m riding to win the Mayhem Championship at JBW’s next Pay-Per-View!

Pat: Speaking of JBW’s next Pay-Per-View, I heard that Ka$h will be announcing it not this WARFare coming up but the one after that. Should be something fun to be on the lookout for!

Dudley: Good! We knew it was going to happen but, we didn’t know when or what its name is. For some reason Ka$h has been secretive the last few weeks since his brother Ma$$ interfered in one of the greatest matches of all time!

Pat: That it was indeed Duds. I have a bit of bad news though for you my broadcast partner in crime.

Dudley: Something to do with Horrorcore?

Pat: Yep. I’m being told we have to take it to the back.

Dudley: Who wants air time?

Pat: The Butcher.

Dudley: Great. Is he going to try and make Melissa Mendez pee herself like he did to Roland last week?

Dudley shakes his head as the cameras fade to the back and we see Melissa Mendez standing with The Butcher looking down at her.

Melissa: You… you’re facing Angry Samoan tonight Butcher. Wh…. What are your thought going into this?

The Butcher: What are my thoughts? Currently, I’m not thinking about Samoan. I’m thinking about the succulent meat standing right here in front of me. You’re an aphrodisiac. Your scent is wonderful and I could get top dollar for you on the market.

He sniffs her and licks his lips.

That man mutant last week… Roland Butters couldn’t stand to be near me. He had a weakness… he let that weakness go all over the place but you. You my dear, you’re holding composure. I appreciate that so, I will answer your question.

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I see Angry Samoan as a stepping stone. My goal is to win the JBW Horrorcore Championship. Tonight… I will show Nightwolf what exactly he’d be dealing with if he would ever be brave enough to step foot into the ring with me. Angry Samoan, be prepared….

The Butcher takes one last sniff and walks away from Melissa.

Dudley: Sick bastard.

Pat: I don’t like the technical emotional abuse that The Butcher just caused Melissa.

Dudley: See? It’s not just physical anymore, now its emotional. It just keeps getting better out here. We have a commercial break to take so, lets do it.

[**COMMERCIAL BREAK**]

We get back from the break and we go to the ring and see Angry Samoan already standing there with a microphone.

Angry Samoan: I’ve listened to what The Butcher said. I’m not a Horrorcore guy and I agree with Dudley, this is ridiculous. I will however not turn away a fight. I will try my hardest to make this a worthy battle but, I fear that this monster will not allow it. I will try to make Mother Samoa proud of her son!

Just as he’s done his sentence the arena lights go out and at the stage a singular red light appears shining down.

[**INSERT THE BUTCHER THEME**]

Blood begins to pour from the bottom of the JABETron across the stage. The Butcher walks out and gets under it. He slowly raises his arms and soaks in the blood. He walks forward dripping and he spits the blood into the crowd.

As he steps into the ring from the top rope he walks to the middle of the ring and puts his head down again with the singular red spotlight shining on him. He raises his arms up high and screams as all of the lights come on in the arena. The crowd is booing him so loud it drowns out his music.

Pat: This match will probably be extremely brutal Duds. You want to leave ringside for this, you gonna be okay?

Dudley: I’m fine. I’d rather be out here where people can see me versus back there where nothing is shown to the public.

Pat: Fair enough. Settle in ladies and gentlemen… this is gonna get ugly very quickly.

MATCH. 03 – THE BUTCHER vs ANGRY SAMOAN

The Butcher/Tajiri……Angry Samoan/Super Crazy

Stop watching @ 6:12

The Butcher has Angry Samoan draped over the ropes, then climbs on the bottom rope straddling his back and starts biting his forehead. Angry Samoan is screaming out in pain and the ref is trying to pull the Butcher off to no avail. After about a minute, the Butcher finally stops- his mouth covered in blood and Angry Samoan has visible bloody teeth marks.

Pat: What the hell is wrong with him?

Dudley: More and more things keep gathering up for these guys. The new GM of Mayhem will not be pleased.

Pat: Wait… what did you just say? Is that why you’ve been acting this way tonight?

Dudley: I’ve been told to take notes and relaying them to the new GM all night.

Pat: Who is it? Why wasn’t anyone else informed of a new GM for Mayhem?

Dudley: It didn’t come up until now is why. And well, I guess it wasn’t declassified enough for everyone to know.

Pat: So, if its so classified, why’d you wait until NOW to say something about it?

Dudley: He told me too.

Pat: He?

Dudley: Yes. Get back to your match of violence and filth.

The Butcher leaves the ring, looks under it and pulls out board cover in barbwire. He picks it up and throws it into the ring. He looks under the ring once more and pulls out a bat. The Butcher climbs up the steps and walks the ring apron to where Angry Samoan is still draped over the ropes.

With one hand, The Butcher lifts Angry Samoans head, with the bat in the other hand, The Butcher hits him in the chest a few times, sending Angry Samoan to the mat. The Butcher throws the bat down to the floor, then enters the ring. The Butcher picks up the barbwire cover board and places it in the corner of the ring


Pat: Such brutality… I bet its all being reported about as well…

Dudley: Sure is.

As The Butcher turns around, Angry Samoan spears Butcher into the board. The Butcher is now tangled up in the wire, trying to wiggle his way out. Angry Samoan grabs some of the lose barbwire and wraps it around The Butchers head, digging in pretty deep. Angry Samoan exits the ring and grabs a steel chair, taking it back in the ring with him.

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Angry Samoan walks over to The Butcher and swings the chair at him but The Butcher kicks it back into Angry Samoans face, knocking him to the mat. The Butcher unwraps the barbwire from his head, cutting his hands all up. He also gets untangled from the barbwire cover board- and his back is cover with in quite a few nasty cuts. The Butcher picks up the steel chair just as Angry Samoan is getting up.

The Butcher swings the chair, connecting it with Angry Samoan’s head, sending him down to the mat yet again. Butcher then drives the chair into Angry Samoans chest a total of 10 times, Angry Samoan screaming louder with each hit. The Butcher finally tosses the chair out the ring, barely missing a ring attendant. Instead of going for the pin, The Butcher goes to the corner of the ring, gets the barbwire covered board, and drags it to the middle of the ring.

The Butcher then picks up Angry Samoan and body slams him into the board. He repeats the act two more times before finally covering a now unconscious Angry Samoan for the pin. One, Two, Three. The Butcher stands up and he can be heard screaming that Nightwolf is next.

Dudley: Just as I thought, the new GM is NOT happy with that display of barbarianism!!

Pat: Well, why doesn’t the new GM just come out here now if he’s not happy?

Dudley: He’s not here. That’s why. I said earlier, he’ll be here next week.

Pat: Hmmm… well then. I guess we just wait. You said a little bit ago that the GM wasn’t pleased with that display but, maybe a money bet will please him?

Dudley: What the hell are you talking about Pat?

Pat: Well, earlier today Nico Van Orangie-Nassau had a meeting with Pauley Cadilliacs and let me just say, it’s interesting to say the least. It’s led to our match tonight but, I don’t want to give away what the stipulation is, just watch for yourselves.

Dudley: Quit talking so they can.

The camera fades away and we get treated to the scene from earlier in the day where we see Pauley, Marie and Johnny Bumbattz standing in a hallway.

Pauley: Last week’s loss was stricken from the records just like I wanted it to be. That freak never beat me and I couldn’t be happier.

Marie: I’m just glad that his disgusting didn’t wear off on you.

Pauley: It’s okay, tonight. We will have a better outing. I’m going to go out there and force my way into the Mayhem number one contender Tournament. If I have to buy my way in, I will!

A person is walking up behind Pauley, Marie and Johnny. It’s NVON and he doesn’t look pleased.

NVON: So, you think you can just walk around here buying things? Excuse me my friend but, that’s my job.

Pauley: Your job? Cabrone… I heard you went bankrupt on a bad stock exchange. You wanna keep talkin’ about money? How about this? Tonight, you an’ me, eh? We make a nice wager too. $500,000.00. You feelin’ jumpy frogie?

NVON: Of course. I’m in on this. There’s no way you’re going to beat me my friend. Especially with $500,000.00 on the line. We are talking American money, correct?

Pauley: Yes. Americano dinero! I’ll see you in the ring tonight. Be ready to cough up the dough. If not… Johnny Bumbattz here will make you nice an acquainted with the bottom of a river, eh?

NVON: The only thing you have to worry about meeting is my fist to your gravy eating face.

We go to commercial break.

[**COMMERCIAL BREAK**]

As we come back we see everyone is already standing outside of the ring. Pauley’s music fades as Johnny Bumbattz calls them both into the ring.

MATCH. 04 -- PAULEY CADILLACS vs NICO VAN ORANGIE-NASSAU

Both Pauley and Nico enter the ring on opposite sides, the ref Johnny Bumbattz pats both men down for hidden weapons, then calls for the bell. DING! DING! Both men lock up in the middle of the ring, with Pauley pushing Nico into the corner to force a clean break, which of course does not last long as Pauley drives his right shoulder into Nico with brute force, he then starts hitting him with a couple of closed right fist to the face.

Nico pushes Pauley back and quickly knees him in the gut, causing him to bend over in pain. Nico quickly hits Pauley with a DDT, which sends Pauley to the mat. Nico gets on the top turn buckle and is about to dive off when Marie climbs on the ring apron and tries to push Nico off, failing but causing enough distraction to allow Pauley time to get to his feet and push Nico off onto the arena floor.

Marie jumps off the apron, walks over to Nico and starts kicking him. Referee Bumbattz starts counting Nico out. One, Two, Three, Nico gets to his feet and threatens to hit Marie so she takes off, Four, Five, Six, Nico finally slides back into the ring but Pauley is waiting for him, hitting him with a quick clothesline. Pauley then hits the ropes, boucing off and going for a leg drop across Nico’s neck, but Nico rolls out the way just in time.

Pat: This is just ridiculous. There’s no way that NVON will be able to beat Pauley in this type of situation.

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Dudley: Hey, NVON never agreed to any stipulations. Just money. Realistically, it’s his fault if he loses. We all know Pauley’s M.O. by now.

Pat: In all honesty Duds, you’re right. But I wonder, is the new GM mad at what’s happening in this ring right now? Or is his M.O. just against Horrorcore?

Dudley: In all honesty Pat.. I don’t know his stance on too much more other than Horrorcore. Sorry. Ask him next week when he’s here.

Both men get to their feet rather quickly and Pauley rushes towards Nico, but Nico hits him with a low dropkick to the chest which sends Pauley into the ropes. Nico kicks Pauley in the chest before clotheslining him over the top rope and to the arena floor. Nico slingshots himself over the top rope onto Pauley for good measure. The ref Bumbattz starts to count out both men now. One, Two, Nico slides back in the ring as the ref goes on with the count, but now much slower, Thhhhhhrrrrrreeee, Ffffffffffour, Fiiiiiiiiiiiiivvvvveeeee, Sssssiiiiiiiiiiiiiixxxxxxxx.

Pat: Awww… C’MON!

Dudley: The GM just said as an announcer you shouldn’t show bias Pat.

Pat: Are you kidding me Duds?

Dudley: No. I am not. Actually, the GM said he wants to see you in the ring next week.

Pat: Oh yeah? Well, I’ll see him then.

Nico gets in Bumbattz’s face and starts arguing with him, breaking the count. As this was going on Marie has helped Pauley to his feet and has made his way back on to the ring apron and is entering the ring, halfway in to be exact. Nico rushes over to Pauley and tries pulling him in the rest of the way but Pauley shoulders him in the midsection, not once, but three times. Pauley then finally enters the ring, he pulls Nico up and Irish Whips him into the ropes.

As Nico is bouncing back, Pauley goes for a clothesline, but Nico ducks. As Nico is bouncing off the other rope, Marie grabs his foot causing him to trip on his face. Pauley immediately drops down to pin Nico, rolling him up by grabbing a handful of tights with one hand and grabbing the bottom rope for added leverage in plain sight of Bumbattz, who counts anyways. One, Two, Three… Pauley gets up and starts smacking NVON in his face.

He’s over him cussing at him in Italian. He looks over to Bumbattz and yells for a bat. Onc Bumbattz gets in the ring with it, Pauley stands up and beats NVON in the knee caps with it. He gets on top of him again and uses the bat to press down on NVON’s throat. You can hear him screaming about his money.

Just as that’s happening, the camera fades into the back and we see Anomander Rake standing in a dark corner.

Anomander Rake: Tonight is a different kind of night. My warrior senses say this night is special. Tonight, I will become the number one contender to the Mayhem Heavyweight Championship. I will become the GOD I am intended to be around these parts.

The pretender to the throne, Zeus Apollo has nothing on me. He has nothing on the will of this warrior. I will BREAK him and throw him into the wind! He is but a puppet in the grand scheme of this challenge and I look forward to disposing of him thusly.

Anomander walks away from the camera as we fade into another part of the arena. Zeus Apollo is sitting in a throne like chair holding Mjolnir upside down on his knee. He appears to be pondering.

Zeus: Tonight Anomander Rake… I, ZEUS APOLLO will prove to you that I am the one and only Godly being here in JBW! You are truly not my concern mere insect! I am concerned with my new brother in arms, The Prophecy!! You made good on your promise to go into the next round of the tournament.

And right here I make good on mine. I shall be victorious in my match against this foul demon from the underbelly! And truth be told, I would love the opportunity to spar with you in this ring one more time.

Yes, we are but the most powerful tag-team in all of JBW but before that we were the fiercest of rivals. So to you Prophecy, I raise my chalice and mutten to you. May we be warriors on another night in that ring!!

The camera’s fade away as we go back to the ring.

Dudley: YES! What a man!

Pat: Ugh.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7exPsqt_Z0Y

Anomander Rake makes his way to the ring with very intense expression on his face as he gets set for action.

Pat: I look forward to seeing Rake in action. He’s been on quite the re-focused path recently.

Dudley: He’s not re-focused enough to get himself out of the Horrorcore division though, is he?

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nr2pN...layer_embedded

Zeus Apollo makes his way to the stage in all of his glory limping noticeably less than usual with his trusted weapon: Mjolnir as he gets in the ring and stares at Rake with intent.

[Rated_R(ob)KO]

Dudley: Zeus Apollo is almost unstoppable especially with Mjolnir at his disposal. He’s definitely my pick to win the tournament!!

Pat: I thought you said earlier that The Prophecy was your pick? Either way, I dont know if he'd ever be good enough without it, still this match up should prove to quite interesting either way.

Dudley: They’re all my favorites to win except for any Horrorcore guys!

Pat: Who’s showing bias now Duds? Sickening. Lets get this match started!

MATCH. 06 –- ANOMANDER RAKE vs ZEUS APOLLO (TOURNAMENT ROUND ONE)


(stop at 5:14)

Pat: What power from Rake, Zeus might've landed wrong on his neck.

Dudley: Let's hope not. There’s no way he should lose like that to a freakshow like him!!

Rake continues the attack by picking up Apollo and delivering yet another devastating Powerbomb before going for the cover.........1....................2.............. .....Apollo kicks out. Rake is in awe.

Pat: How the hell did he kick out of 2 powerbombs?

Dudley: Will of the Gods, I assume.

Rake wastes no time forcing Apollo to his feet and and tries to go for a Sitout Chokeslam but Apollo escapes and it seems he's got the edge, Rake surprises him with a lethal Superkick out of nowhere. He covers......1...........2........Apollo kicks out once more and the frustration is setting in for Rake.

Dudley: I honestly thought this match was right there.

Pat: A Superkick like that would have laid anyone out for sure. What does Rake to do to win this?

Dudley: NOT be a Horrorcore freak!

Rake finds no choice but to reach in his tights and pull out some brass knuckles which the ref sees and warns Rake to use them but Rake does not care pushing the referee out of the way as he places Apollo in a kneeling position and taunts the crowd as he gets to strike Apollo viciously with the brass knuckles but Apollo soon yells: MJOLNIR!!!!!!

In doing so his trusted hammer reaches his grasp at lightning speed and is used to effectively to block Rake's strike and shatters the brass knucks into dust to the crowd's delight before Apollo reaches his feet and strikes Rake with the hammer as the referee turns a blind eye at his actions. Apollo covers............1...................2........... ..........3!!!!!!!

Dudley: What a fantastic win for Apollo!!! New JBW MAYHEM NUMBER ONE CONTENDER! RIGHT THERE!

Pat: Are you kidding? He should've been disqualified but the damn referee just ignored the strike because he got tossed aside by Rake. Is this what we do now? Ignore the rules? How is this not scoffed at by the new GM? This is pathetic. Lets go to commercial!

[**COMMERCIAL BREAK**]

MATCH. 06 – THE NASTY CREW vs BRICARUS

NOTE: THERE WILL BE A PROMO FROM BRICARUS ADDED IN LATER! KA$H HAS BEEN SICK AND COULDN'T COMPLETE IT!!

[**BRICARUS THEME**]

We come back from break and we see the JABETron is playing the music for Bricarus.

Dudley: This could be a bad match. The new GM is keeping his eyes on this one for sure. Especially with Bricarus here.

Pat: I feel bad for The Nasty Crew. Last week, Brick and Icarus lost their match to The Prophecy and Zeus Apollo. I have to imagine they're both going to want to vent some frustration after that. Then again, with HOW they lost, one can only imagine that their hearts weren’t in the match.

Dudley: And when these guys vent...people tend to end up in the hospital. And that’s what were trying to avoid around here.

The Voice walks out on stage wearing his usual suit and he's holding a mic. He has a disgusted look on his face as he looks out to the booing fans. He then pulls out a slip of paper from his pocket. He holds it up as he puts the mic to his lips.

The Voice: First...a message from my master.

He folds it out and holds it up in front of him

The Voice: Hello fans...fans of Just Pathetic Wrestling...the terrible swine that feels this overrated company deserves your love and admiration. I have just one question to ask you...are you happy? Are you happy with what you have done to my greatest creation? The Alpha Dog...The fans massively cheer was supposed to dominate this company but instead... he was turned into a pandering clown because of YOU!!!

All he cares about is making sure you people are happy and entertained instead of accomplishing the goal I set out for him. Instead of holding titles, he beds women for money. Instead of destroying the most powerful J"P"W has to offer, he eliminates himself in a match to make you laugh. Soon...This will all change.

The Voice then folds the piece of paper back up and puts it back in his pocket, seemingly ignoring the fans who are booing the roof off.

[Rated_R(ob)KO]

The Voice: Words from my master...and words I completely agree with. You should all be ashamed of yourselves and since you were part of the reason that The Alpha Dog spit on my masters gifts...I'm going to spit on you!

The Voice goes to the right side of the stage and proceeds to spit in the direction of the fans. He then goes to the left side and does the same. Security has to hold back a few pissed off audience members before The Voice continues.

The Voice: Now I'm going to introduce to all you unworthy swine two men who will prove to be prime examples of my masters teaching methods and the successful results that follow. Two men who have accepted the gifts given to them as they proceed with their new direction in life...as the muscle of my master...NICK RIOT AND BILL BASTION...THE MUSCLE!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?feature...&v=_z-hEyVQDRA

The Voice slowly claps as Nick and Bill walk out on stage and continue walking down the ramp. Their faces old no emotion. They don't stop to look around. They just continue until they are in the ring. They both stare dead eyes at Brick and Icarus who are still bleeding out of their mouths from the broken bottles they ate earlier. The camera then gets a closer look at the backs of THE MUSCLE.

Pat: What the hell?

Dudley: Yeah...I see it too. What the hell happened to them? The new GM has already taken to Twitter tonight and has been talking about this and everything else going on. You can tweet him here @JBWMayhemGM (https://twitter.com/#!/JBWMayhemGM) for questions and comments as of tomorrow.

All over Nick and Bills backs are scars, some looking more fresh than others. There are also burn marks where the The Nasty Boy tattoos used to be. The most disturbing scars on them though are the long ones that look like lashes that go from the top to the bottom of their backs.

Dudley: What do you make of this Pat?

Pat: I don't know. Am I allowed to actually think here tonight?

Dudley: Yes, Pat. The new GM values your opinion greatly.

Pat: Let's just proceed with the match.

(INSERT MATCH!!!)

While the match is happening, The Voice grabs a mic…

The Voice: I'm sorry Brick and Icarus, but you two untalented wastes of life are not worthy of facing The Muscle. Nick...Bill...let's go!
Nick and Bill get out of the ring and proceed backstage while the audience boo and Brick and Icarus look pissed. They stand there looking around as we go back to commercial break.

[**COMMERCIAL BREAK**]

Pat: Were back and man, what a weird Mayhem this has been! We found out the new Mayhem GM will be here live next week and also, The Prophecy and Zeus Apollo have made it to the next round of the tournament. We have also found out that yes, Zeus and The Prophecy will be battling each other next week in the semi-finals.

That means whomever wins these next two matches will be against each other in their bracket as well in the semi-final round.

Dudley: And apparently the Mayhem GM is awaiting these next two matches due to the fact that he thinks the real wrestlers will be the Horrorcore scum as well.

Pat: He doesn’t look at Alpha Dog as Horrorcore?

Dudley: Nope. He thinks his actions are wrong and degenerate like but, not actually Horrorcore.

Pat: Fascinating. Speaking of Horrorcore, Daniel Sorrow has requested time backstage to talk.

Dudley: Jeez, why?

Pat: Because they deserve the right to speak just like everyone else Mr. Personal Advisor to the new JBW Mayhem GM… lets get to Daniel Sorrow.

Daniel is shown backstage bleeding all over the place as he cries.

Daniel Sorrow: I wanted to take this time to show you all my pain. TO SHOW YOU ALL MY BLOOD!!! I will be the number one contender to the JBW Mayhem Heavyweight Championship! I will be the HORRORCORE Champion as well!!

HolyJose… you got the best of me last week… but not this time. I’ll take MY PAIN OUT ON YOU AND YOUR SOULESS CORPSE!!!

He begins crying and cutting his arms as blood flows we go to HolyJose’s locker room. HolyJose is shown taping up his wrists and lacing his boots.

HolyJose: Look at these wrists. What do you see? Scars! Fucking scars and why do I have scars? I would like to say that it's because I went to hell and back in a steel cage recently or jumping off a cell in a Hell in a Cell match in the side matches that I do. But no it's not that it's because some crying emo son of a bitch whose probably listening to Taking Back Sunday right now decided to cut me with a razor.

What kind of bullshit is that. Listen Sorrow I don't care what kind of shit The Sandman put you through that caused you to develop this but I don't give a shit.