17th May 2007

[FWF]

MYLES:Hello all and welcome to Live-Wire.

STRACHON: Sam Strachon along with Linda Myles here, bringing you the A-Show.

By now all audience members have found their seats as the Arena lights cut of, it is pitch black for a couple of seconds, strobe lighting starts to flicker on and off violently as Sorry, Your Not A Winner by Enter Shikari hits, The camera zooms in on the titontron watching the entrance video of Calaz, when it cuts back to the crowd, showing a spotlight searching around, slowly skimming from one section to another, the spotlight makes its way to the top corner of the arena and stops, revealing the hooded figure known as Calaz, the spotlight follows him down the stairs of the arena while the strobe lighting gives an effect of slow motion almost, he reaches the bottom and hops the barricade, he scuttles up the stairs and quickly hops through the middle and top rope, as he raises up again he throws his arms up and over his head, his hood flies down and droops over the back of his jacket, he then spreads his arms out and walks over to the other side of the ring holding the pose, the strobe lighting dies down as Calaz walks over to the corner awaiting his opponent.

JENKINS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...from Stoke-on-Trent, England ...he is the FWF Cruiserweight Champion… Calaz!

Pitch black darkness descends upon the area. Entrance music starts to play as walls of fire line the ramp a hooded figure in black on a black throne with a chained black mastiff sitting on each side of it as a fog starts to cover the arena. He then walks down the ramp and gets into the ring.

JENKINS: And his opponent ...from parts unknown ...weighing in at 175 pounds ...“The Immortal” Sah’ta Thor!

Thor and Calaz circle each other slowly, Calaz makes a fake dive at Thor, Thor, however, stands still. Calaz, though, is unphased as he brings up his hands, and backs up a step or two, wearing a cocky smirk. Thor stands idle for a second, then lunges at Calaz, unleashing rights, and lefts on his midsection. Calaz is forced back a step or two, but he digs his heels in, and begins to throw his own punches back at Thor.

MYLES: Already, at the start of this match, a brawl has broken out between the Champion, and #1 Contender!

Calaz gets in a thumb to the eye, which causes Thor to stumble back a step or two. Calaz takes advantage, and kicks Thor in the midsection, he then follows up with a DDT. He stands, and hurries to a corner. He climbs to the top rope, and looks over the crowd. He extends his arms out, then hit’s a Swanton Bomb on Thor, and goes for the pin. ...1 …2. Thor gets his shoulder up.

STRACHON: C’mon Calaz.

MYLES: Our Cruiserweight Champion will need to work a little harder than that to get the job done against his opponent for Code Red.

Calaz stands up slowly, gritting his teeth in frustration. Thor gets to his feet quickly, and charges Calaz before taking him down in a Lou Thesz Press. He unleashes hell on Calaz with fists of right, and left. The Ref goes over to break them up, and Thor elbows him away, inadvertently knocking the ref down. Thor gets up then, and Pulls Calaz with him. He then hit’s a Tombstone on Calaz, and pins him. There is no count.

MYLES: Come on, ref!

Thor gets up to Revive the referee, Calaz follows, and pulls brass knucks from his trunks. Thor turns around, and is blasted in the face by them. He then pins Thor, and screams at the referee who comes to, and counts. ...1 ...2 ...3.

JENKINS: Here is your winner... David Calaz!

MYLES: Well, we have two championship matches coming up.

STRACHON: A rematch from last week’s US Tag Team title match.

MYLES: And in our main event, we have a champion versus champion match.

STRACHON: But before that, the Hardcore title’s on the line.

MYLES: Don’t go anywhere.

[FWF]

MYLES: We're back, and we have one hell of a contest coming up right now.

STRACHON: You're right, Myles. A Fatal Four Way for the Hardcore Championship.

MYLES: Oswald Brodd has held the title for quite some time, but now he has only a 1 in 4 shot in keeping that title.

STRACHON: What are you talking about? Have you seen his competition? His chances are way better than that!

The crowd stands to their feet as Remedy by Seether plays through the arena's speakers. Shawn Fuller swaggered out from the back, playing heavily to the crowd and showing off.

JENKINS: The following contest is a Hardcore Fatal Four Way for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation Hardcore Championship. Introducing first ...from Duram, North Carolina …Shawn Fuller!

Stopping half way down the ramp, he stopped as a mass of fireworks shot out of the stage. A grin crossed his face as he went down to the ring, sliding in and standing, waiting for his opponents. The music was cut off as quickly as the lights went black, except for a single blue light over the entrance. Smoke flows out the floor as Black Sheep by Saliva starts to play. The King of Kings steps out onto the stage and looks around slowly, hearing a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd.

JENKINS: Introducing next ...from Derby, England ...”the King of Kings” Joe Page!

The King of Kings walked down the smoke filled ramp, ignoring the fans who cheered or booed him. Before going into the ring, he stopped to grab a chair from under the ring and pulled it out. Tossing it into the ring, and almost hitting Shawn, he turned and walked up the stairs, entering the ring. Removing his jacket and sunglasses, he tossed them outside and stared down Shawn. The music was replaced by wind blowing and thunderous roars as the song Ice Storm started to play.The arena then turns blue and with flashing white lights as the fans erupt in cheers, snow flakes ascend from above. Ice makes his way through the curtain. He stands on the stage taking in the cheers then he starts to raise his arms and with his left hand makes the I love you sign and joins his right hand that also has an I love you sign. Blue pyro then erupts as he makes an ICE sign with his hands.

JENKINS: Introducing next ...from Antarctica ...Ice!

He then begins walking down the ramp, pointing to the two waiting for him. He shouted some things but was cut off when the light fades and The Pursuit Of Vikings starts to play.

MYLES: They didn't even let him get into the ring!

STRACHON: Looks like Oswald is a little impatient tonight to get out here.

As Oswald appears on the stage the light comes back on and smoke starts to cover the stage. As he walks towards the ring, he drinks mjöd from a horn, which he has cut off from an ox. Ice, turning to Oswald, runs up and grabs the horn from the vikings hand and throws it aside. Grabbing Oswald, Ice threw him down the ramp and walked after him.

STRACHON: Ice doesn't seem to be too happy about that, but who can blame him?

Oswald quickly crawled to his feet and lifted his axe, slamming the flat side straight against the side of Ice's head, the sound reverberating through the stadium. Ice fell to to his knees, keeling over onto his side. Fuller and King quickly exited the ring and grabbed Oswald, whipping him into the ring. Fuller followed Oswald, trying to get into the ring as well, but was kicked in the face with one of the viking's big boots. Fuller shook off the kick, making sure his nose wasn't broken, and jumped into the ring. Oswald turned to yell at the referee to ring the bell, but the ref argued back that not everyone had entered the ring yet. Outside the ring, King lifted Ice up to his feet and threw him into the ring. Shawn, looking warily at Oswald, turned to Ice and started to kick the downed man's arms and back. King of Kings then walked up the stairs and entered the ring as the ref finally called for the bell.

MYLES: The match has finally started and already so much damage has been done!

King grabbed the chair from the ground, looking up at Shawn, who was taking out some aggression on Ice. Turning to Oswald, he pulled the chair over his head to strike, but stopped as Oswald yelled out a vicious yell and raised his axe. King turned and instead swung at Fuller. Shawn moved out of the way quickly, and King took a few steps forward to balance himself. Shawn kicked King in the chest, making him drop the chair, and pulled him into a DDT. King's head landed hard onto the chair, denting it slightly. Ice recovered and stood, glaring at Oswald. Signaling for him to drop his axe, Ice had his hands raised, ready to attack or defend if necessary. Oswald tossed his axe aside and ran at Ice, his shoulder slamming Ice into the turnbuckle. Shawn got up and grabbed Oswald's hair, trying to pull him away.

STRACHON: A dirty move by Shawn...that has to be making our resident viking pissed.

Oswald turned, yelling out loud as some hair ripped from his head, and lifted Shawn onto his shoulder. Bouncing the scared man on his shoulder, he turned him slightly and grabbed Shawn with his other hand, preparing for the Samoan Drop. Ice, quickly recovering, jumped up onto the turnbuckle and missile dropkicked Oswald, dropping him ontop of Fuller. Oswald released Fuller and stood back up, launching into a flurry of punches on Ice. King was still lying on the ground, head resting on the chair. Ice pushed back against Oswald, then irish whipped him into the ropes. Following him as he ran, Oswald turned only for a moment before getting a powerful clothesline, sending them both outside the ring. Shawn pulled himself up slowly and walked to the ropes, going outside. Oswald and Ice kept trying to get to their feet, stumbling as they did. Shawn grabbed the top of the steel steps and ripped them off. Shouting at Ice, he nodded to the announcers table.

STRACHON: What the hell are they doing?!

MYLES: I don't know, but I'm not sitting around here to see!

As the announcers got up and away from the table, Ice dragged Oswald to his feet and punched him a few times to keep him dizzy. Shawn put the stairs onto the barriers, balancing it as he got up on top, standing upright and raising the steel stairs. Oswald started to fight back and knelt down slightly, landing a low blow on Ice. Ice stepped backwards, holding onto the apron of the ring and composing himself, then yelled a bloody roar as he speared and lifted Oswald onto his shoulder, then powerslammed him onto the announcers table. Shawn screamed for Ice to move, and Ice rolled out of the way. Shawn jumped and drove the steel stairs onto Oswald's chest and legs, sending them both through the announcers table. Shawn laid on the ground for a moment or two as the referee checked Oswald and signaled for the medics to come down. Ice pulled Shawn to his feet and the two traded blows, moving away from the announcers table and towards the ring. Medics ran down quickly, some checking King, the others checking Oswald. The Medics around King helped to pick him up and walk him backstage, while the ones around Oswald put him on a stretcher. It took a few extra men to carry the heavy viking, but the managed it.

MYLES: One thing’s for sure... we’re getting a new champion.

Shawn and Ice were still trading blows, going around the outside of the ring. Ice grabbed Shawn and slammed his face into the turnbuckle, sending him off-balance. Running to the broken announcer table, Ice pulled a monitor from the mess. Running at Shawn, he drew it up to head-level, but Shawn recovered and Superkicked Ice, making him drop the monitor. Ice shook the blow off, regaining his composure. Shawn started to walk around the ring, looking under the stage for something else to use. Ice followed him and wrapped his arms around Shawn's neck, pulling him back. However, it was not before Shawn had pulled a sledge hammer from under the stage. He slammed it onto Ice's foot, making him scream and letting Fuller go. Shawn unleashed a combination of punches onto Ice, bringing him slowly up the ramp and onto the stage. Ice got a returned shot to Shawn's face in at one point, but Shawn shrugged it off and kicked Ice into the backstage area. The announcers had found their headsets in the wreckage that was once their table.

MYLES: My god! What just happened!

STRACHON: Oswald just took a set of steel steps through a table! Our two remaining, and hell ...conscious, competitors just took the fight backstage!

MYLES: Get some cameras back there! Someone tell us what's going on!

Backstage, Fuller finds a fire extinguisher, and slams it over the head of Ice. Fuller then executes the FKO, crashing Ice's head into the fire extinguisher.

MYLES: Oh my god! The FKO on the fire extinguisher!

STRACHON: I've just recieved word that Oswald Brodd has suffered major injuries, and this match will not be counted against him.

MYLES: That isn't good, Oswald Brodd must now watch as someone wins his championship that he fought so hard to keep for so long!

Fuller then goes for the cover on Ice. ...1 ...2 ...3.

JENKINS: The winner of the match ...and new FWF Hardcore Champion ...Shawn Fuller!

MYLES: Shawn Fuller has just won the Hardcore Championship...

STRACHON: I wonder how Oswald Brodd feels about that.

MYLES: Well, we have another title match right after these messages.

[FWF]

MYLES: And we’re back.

The arena lights dim, as red white and blue spotlights begin shining over the arena. Born in the USA hits the PA as Mark Heresy, Kurt Eisenhower, and Desert Eagle walk through the curain as red, white, and blue pyros erupt on the stage. They continue down the ramp as the fans cheer. Mark Heresy and Kurt Eisenhower slide in the ring, as Desert Eagle stays outside.

JENKINS: The following tag team contest is for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation United States Tag Team Championships. Introducing first, the team of Kurt Eisenhower and Mark Heresy… Team America!

Line in the Sand plays as Lepore and Devil comes out to the ring with green spotlights shining down on them as they walk. The fans boo them as Final Glory taunts them. Once they get in the ring they stick their fists in the air. and the lights come back on.

JENKINS: And their opponents ...the FWF United States Tag Champions ...the team of Don Lepore and The Devil ...The Weird World Order!

Mark Heresy and Don Lepore start the match off. The referee motions for the bell as Lepore and Heresy lock up. Heresy forces Lepore to the corner, and knees him in the stomach. He sits Lepore on the top rope, and climbs to the second rope. He attempts a tornado DDT, but Lepore pushes him off, sending Heresy to the mat face first.

STRACHON: I don't like this new Team America... something about them just makes me want to hurl.

MYLES: What is it, their Pride in their country? That's not a bad thing to have at all.

STRACHON: But it's all... too much...

MYLES: I wasn't aware one could have too much pride.

Lepore tags in The Devil, as both men begin stomping away at Heresy. Kurt Eisenhower runs in the ring, and runs after Don, and throws him over the top rope. The referee then forces Eisenhower back to his corner. The Devil picks up Heresy, and hooks his arm around Heresy's head, and lifts him up hitting a suplex.

STRACHON: Final Glory are really taking it to the challengers tonight, no doubt they will be retaining.

MYLES: You don't know that for sure, all members of Team America are very athletic.

Devil picks up Heresy, and kicks him in the stomach causing Heresy to bend over, Devil then hits a scissors kick, crashing Heresy's head into the mat.

STRACHON: What a shame, Team America is being completely dominated.

MYLES: Did i detect a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

STRACHON: No, you should have detected a lot of sarcasm.

Devil picks up Heresy again, but Heresy elbows him in the stomach. He then pushes Devil away, and runs toward Eisenhower, and tags him in. Eisenhower charges at Devil with a spear, and begins punching him repeatedly while down on the mat.

MYLES: Team America is making a comeback!

STRACHON: I doubt it'll last, anyone in the wWo, past and present, are among some of the most talented Warriors in FWF history.

MYLES: You tell yourself that.

Eisenhower picks Devil up, and sets up for the Orgasmic Slam, when Don Lepore hits Eisenhower with the Italian Boot, allowing Devil to break free. Lepore runs at Heresy, and knocks him off the apron, as Devil covers Eisenhower. ...1 ...2.

STRACHON: This is it!

...3. The referee motions for the bell, as he hands Don and Devil their tag titles.

MYLES: Can't they win without cheating.

STRACHON: It wasn't cheating, Lepore's in the match too, you know.

MYLES: Whatever, more action when we come back, folks.

[FWF]

Coming back from commercials, Don Lepore is standing in the middle of the ring

MYLES: And we are starting early with the presentations here, Don Lepore made an appearence last week to taunt X-ecutioner, who is known by his real name, Keanu Grant, working as an agent for FWF, apparently, Don Lepore found out and here he is, once again.

STRACHON: Well, X didn't come out, he's a coward, so obviously, the greatness Don Lepore is will struggle to the very end until that no good coward shows up!

LEPORE: For those of you that didn't tune in last week you sure missed an awful lot. I came out to this ring and called out the mighty X-Ecutioner and he didn't even have the guts to show up. Yeah, so I pretty much proved to the whole world how much of a phony he is.

The crowd boos heavily, as Don Lepore smiles, pleased.

MYLES: The crowd didn't like that one!

STRACHON: And we care because...?

LEPORE: You know something though, he should have come out. There is a lot that needs to be addressed. All his victories over me were basically screw jobs. "Tainted" victories at best. We all know that I am much better than X-Ecutioner and we all know that I still should be the World Heavyweight Champion.

The crowd keeps on booing, as Lepore seems not to mind about that

MYLES: How can he even say that? The referee! The table!

STRACHON: Now, now, take it easy, the man has his reasons to say that

LEPORE: X, I thought you were the God of Destruction, I thought you were the 21st Century Ass Kicking Machine, but I guess your nothing more than the retired out of shape phony sitting in the back taking up space. You're more like the God of RETARDATION, and from the moves your pulled to win your matches, the 21st Century Ass KISSING Machine. Alright well I think I've layed into you enough verbally, get your ass out here so I can do it physically.

The crowd starts to cheer, as X-ecutioner comes out dressed in a black suit, no music, no pyros, no giant screen effects, X-ecutioner has a microphone on his hand, he then gets in the ring with Lepore

STRACHON: Oh good, he's here... Gimme my pillow.

MYLES: You could at least show some respect Sam...

LEPORE: It's about damned time. What's wrong? No pyros? No music? Where's your little gimmick costume? You run out of money to pay for that crap? I guess so I mean you are working as an agent. How 'bout you move on and get a real job now that you're done with the business. I mean the kids today don't need to learn anything from you, this New Generation sucks enough as it is, don't make it worse. You're pathetic, but obviously not as pathetic as I thought, because you actually showed a spine and came out here.

X-ECUTIONER: You know something, Mr. Lepore? I am, just like you, a worker for the Fantasy Wrestling Federation, I've been employed as an Agent for almost 3 weeks now, obviously, what you've been saying is completely uncalled for...

LEPORE: Oh jeaz, sue me. Call a lawyer. This "Time of Legal Solution" is at hand when "X" steps into the court room.... Listen there's no way you can do anything to silence me.

X-ECUTIONER: Oh, you'll see Mr. Lepore, there's something I'll do about it... Right here, in this very ring, and right now!

The crowd begins to cheer, as X-ecutioner approaches Lepore.

MYLES: Beatdown Warning! It seems things in the ring will get hot!

STRACHON: Don't worry, Don Lepore is skilled, he'll own that retired lame excuse of an agent of X-ecutioner.

The crowd keeps on cheering, as X-ecutioner speaks again.

X-ECUTIONER: I am going to ask you for an apology for what you said last week

The crowd starts to boo, as Lepore looks at X-ecutioner, not believing what he just said.

MYLES: What!?

STRACHON: Uhh... Okay, I didn't see that one coming...

LEPORE: Are you serious, I come out last week and rip you to shreds, then I do it again, and you got the nerve to ask me to apollogise. You sir, must be joking.

X-ECUTIONER: I'm serious Mr. Lepore, I, as a worker for FWF, don't deserve this kind of treatment, especially now that I have retired from the active competition.

Don Lepore steps around, laughing to himself, looking at X-ecutioner, still laughing... Suddenly, Don Lepore attacks X-ecutioner with the microphone, bringing him down, and kicking him several times, the crowd boo him heavily.

LEPORE: You want an apollogy here you go... I'M SORRY I DIDN'T KICK YOUR ASS ENOUGH THE FIRST TIME! OR THE SECOND TIME! OR THE THIRD TIME!

MYLES: Aw come on! Was that really necessary? He could just said no or something!

STRACHON: Don Lepore is finally getting some revenge on that animal known as X-ecutioner! Look at him! He can't move! This is awesome!

MYLES: Awesome? Come on, there is a man who wanted Lepore to apologize for what hes been saying! That was completely uncalled for!

Don Lepore starts to celebrate, as X-ecutioner is starting to get up, the crowd begins to cheer, X-ecutioner takes off his jacket and throws it away, Don Lepore turns around and X-ecutioner charges against him, bringing him down and starting to punch Don Lepore several times, the crowd goes crazy.

MYLES: X-ecutioner is reacting! And now the roles have been inverted!

STRACHON: Come on! This is completely uncalled for! Don Lepore wasn't prepared for that attack!

MYLES: ... Jackass...

FARRELL: Ahem... Excuse me... Lepore? X-ecutioner?

Mike Farrell, the owner of FWF makes his way to the ramp with a microphone on his hand, but Lepore and X-ecutioner are still at each other's throats, Farrell motions for the referees and trainers to rush to the ring and separate both Lepore and X-ecutioner, after a few moments, an army of both referees and trainers invade the ring, separating Lepore and X-ecutioner and holding them.

MYLES: Woah! The CEO! We don't see him around too often!

FARRELL: Now that I have your attention... I must say that, like the rest of FWF, I'm getting a bit annoyed by this situation, Lepore and X-ecutioner, you have been in 3 or 4 matches, and those have been won by X-ecutioner, so Don Lepore, you should let the man alone... But also, X-ecutioner, you should've stayed backstage and do nothing about this, eventually, the problem would have solved by itself... But it seems that I have to deal with this and bring a proper solution to this problem... So, X-ecutioner, in spite of what you and I agreed to three weeks ago, I'm going to make you an active competitor for one night only...

The crowd begins to cheer, as Lepore and X-ecutioner try to release themselves from the referees and trainers.

STRACHON: What!? Has our CEO gone mad or something?

FARRELL: At Code Red, X-ecutioner, you'll make a comeback and face Don Lepore here, in a HARDCORE MATCH!

The crowd roars in exictement, as both Lepore and X-ecutioner seem to be satisfied with what Farrell said.

FARRELL: Whatever the outcome is, I want this childish behavior to stop, this goes for the both of you... After, whatever outcome the match has, X-ecutioner, the board of directors will be evaluating you, we will decide if you'll go from an Agent to an active competitor and you'll be in the show you were before you decided to leave, that is... Live Wire... OR, we could simply fire you.

The crowd cheers again, X-ecutioner seems to be pleased with the resolution.

STRACHON: Oh, good lord...

MYLES: X-ecutioner returning possibly! This is great news for Live Wire and FWF in general!

FARRELL: Hardcore Match, anything goes... However, just to make sure this won't leave a controversial ending... Any other wrestler besides X-ecutioner or Don Lepore is banned from ringside, anyone trying to be funny enough to make an appearence there will be fired on spot, whatever happens in that match, is up to X-ecutioner and Don Lepore, no one else!

Farrell's theme hits on the audio system, as he leaves, the trainers and referees release Lepore and X-ecutioner as they leave the ring, Lepore and X-ecutioner stare at each other.

MYLES: A Hardcore Match at Code Red! And is not even a title match! This is great! Lepore and X-ecutioner will finally have the chance to settle the score once and for all!

STRACHON: Yay... Excuse me for my lack of enthusiasm, I'm just not a big fan of having a psychotic on the LW roster...

MYLES: Time for another commercial break folks, more Live Wire when we return!

[FWF]

STRACHON: It's finally time for the Main Event! Where Anthony Douglas will further his undefeated streak.

MYLES: Well he is facing off against the Iron Man Champion, I wouldn't take him for granted.

The lights flicker and lower to a growling haze and smoke bellows into the entrance and a single blue spotlight dances across the crowd. A figure is then seen standing in the shadows of the arena. The figure moves through the shadows towards the ring as the blue spotlight crosses in front of him various times just missing the opportunity of illuminate his identity. He slides into the ring and walks to the middle just as the searchlights make it to him and with a single clenched fist high in the air brings the lights to full capacity and a flurry of firework from the turnbuckles showing Violator inside the ring.

JENKINS: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first ...from Chicago, Illinois ...he is the FWF Iron Man Champion… Violator!

Defy You begins as the video shows Anthony Douglas entering numerous events as the words are about to kick in to the song. Anthony Douglas steps out onto the stage as he steps out with his title on his shoulder he runs around at pace, title over his shoulder he runs over to one side of the stage, and looks into the crowd beating his title the fans boo, as he turns away and does it to the other side too. Lisa Jones follows from behind as Anthony moves back to the middle and raises his title at the same time he does that the pyros go off behind him as he begins to walk down to the ramp. Anthony Douglas holds Lisa around the waist as they continue to be booed by the fans. The lights flicker a blue and yellow as he makes his way to the ring steps he runs up them as Lisa Jones walks up them, Anthony moves to the middle and looks into the crowd again as the crowd boo he sits on the middle rope, and pulls the top one open as Lisa moves into the ring, he passes Lisa the belt as he goes through the middle rope and takes the belt back off Lisa as he climbs the turnbuckle and raises his title, pointing to himself.

JENKINS: And his opponent ...the FWF Heavyweight World Champion ...from Los Angeles, California… Anthony Douglas!

As Douglas is raising his title, Violator quickly hits him with a spear. The ref takes the title and motions for the bell. Violator picks up Douglas and whips him into the turnbuckle, and uses his forearm to force Anthony's head into the padding of the top rope.

MYLES: Violator's getting a great start in this match. If he's able to beat Anthony Douglas he may very well be in the World Title picture.

STRACHON: Anthony Douglas is undefeated in the FWF against the likes of The Devil, James bohne, and Camisado. I'm sure he'll be able to pull off a victory over Violator.

Violator backs off of Douglas, only to charge back into him with a shoulder tackle crushing him against the turnbuckle. Douglas falls forward crashing down to the mat, as Violator drops his knee to the back of Anthony's head.

MYLES: Douglas hasn't been able to get a single hit in yet, it looks like Violator may actually end his undefeated streak.

STRACHON: I'll admit both men are great, but Violator just doesn't measure up to Anthony Douglas.

Violator then picks up Douglas, and puts him in the Rock Bottom position. He then goes for the Infinite, but Douglas pushes Violator off of him sending him into the ropes. As Violator runs back, Douglas attempts a dropkick, but his knocked to the floor in mid air by an elbow from Violator.

MYLES: Douglas almost had the tables turned, but Violator just shot right back at him.

STRACHON: He's just warming up, when it's most unexpected he'll strike.

Violator goes down to Douglas, and begins choking him with both hands. The referee tells Violator to back off, but he doesn't listen. The referee begins to count. ...1 ...2 ...3 ...4. Violator releases the choke.

STRACHON: Did you see that? He can't even wrestle fairly.

MYLES: He released before the five count, so it's legal.

Violator picks up Douglas, and sets up for a DDT, but Douglas shoves Violator to the mat. Douglas quickly runs at Violator, and hits a leg drop on him. Douglas gets up again and drops his fist on Violator.

STRACHON: That's what i was talking about, Violator is done.

MYLES: Douglas is still showing signs of fatigue, it's possible he doesn't have much left to pull off the victory.

Douglas goes against the turnbuckle to catch his breath, as Violator starts to get up. Douglas then runs at him from behind and jumps at Violator wrapping his arm around his neck, nailing a bulldog on him. Douglas begins stomping at the fallen Violator repeatedly.

MYLES: Perhaps i was wrong.

STRACHON: Just like every match?

MYLES: Were you recently hit on the head?

Douglas picks Violator up. He goes to whip Violator into the turnbuckle, but Violator reverses and send Douglas head first between the top and middle rope, causing him to crash into the steel post. Violator pulls Douglas back in the ring.

STRACHON: No!

MYLES: Both of these men are putting on a great show, hopefully this isn't the last.

Violator whips Douglas into the ropes. Violator waits for Douglas to come running back, and when he does he goes for a spear, however Douglas quickly hits the Mystifier on Violator.

STRACHON: YES! Cover!

Douglas then goes for the pin. ...1 ...2 ...3. Douglas makes his way to his feet as the referee raises his arm in victory.

JENKINS: Here is your winner... Anthony Douglas.

The referee hands Anthony his title, when all of a sudden he is hit with Damned to Hell by the Devil. Devil begins stomping away at Douglas. He then ascends the turnbuckle.

MYLES: What is this? Wasn't his match with Violator enough!?

Devil stares down at Douglas, waiting for him to get up. Douglas uses the ropes to get to his feet and turns around as Devil leaps off the top rope, and hits the DVO. He laughs at the fallen Anthony Douglas and picks up the Heavyweight title, holding it in the air as the show ends.