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Shadow VS Ryan

The lights gleam down on the ring as Trinity continues, the past match(es) have led up to this new rivalry to form.

Ian Davis: Ladies and gentlemen, we are here at Trinity, the third show of NLS, and what a match we have set up here.

Janus Irving: That's about right, Johnny. A seasoned vet in the form of Shadow Starr, who has been just warming up since the fall of CTC, against a newcomer, "Red Hot" Ryan Ross, who seems to be ready to dominate in the ring.

Ian: You have to wonder, Janus, who will come out on top. No doubt after Shadow and Hunter's match a few weeks back that Shadow still has a bit of ring rust, but will his veteran knowledge be enough to put him over the top?? Or will Ross use this match to prove that he truly is Red Hot??

Tear Gutter: Ladies and gentlemen! The folowing contest is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first...

Freedom Fighter blares across the PA system as Ryan Ross comes out to a video of his finishing moves the the Shii Driver and Taunts. He Looks at the crowd and gives a cocky smirk to everyone in the audience boos can be heard over the load cheers but not many he gives a local fan a high five and the crowd cheers more furiously then ever. he rolles into the ring and jumps to the nearest corner and flex's his not so toned muscles so that you see two small bumps on top of his arms. He then jumps of and stretches for his match.

Gutter: From Everett Washington, weighing in at 245 lbs, "Red Hot" Ryan Ross!!!!

Ryan waves to the fans, who are a mix of cheers and boos, unsure of this new superstar. But all boos turn into roars of cheers when the lights fade and four words echo through the arena.

ALL HAIL THE KING

The lights dim down until the arena is pitch black, save a small red glow of a flame on the top of the entrance ramp. The red flame is joined by blue as the flames form a crown on the entrance ramp, illuminating the arena. The SuperTron flickers to life as the crown grows larger, the opening chords to Linkin Park's In The End are blared over the PA, a shadowy figure stepping out to the middle of the ramp. Its arms are raised to each side, a dark cape covering most of his figure while a crown hides his head. As the instrumental ends, the figure spins around.

ONE THING

Shadow touches the end of his scepter to the floor, beams of red and violet lights brighten the stage. The crowd roars as the Original Legend of Shadows slowly starts down the ramp, fiving a few nearby fans.

Freed: From Akron, Ohio, weighing in at 258 lbs, he is the Original Legend of Shadows, Mr. CTC himself, Shadow Starr!!!

I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
I TRIED SO HARD

Shadow stops mid-ramp, pointing to one side of the ramp, then to the other, gathering cheers from the fans. He points up to the ring, a deep blue light shooting to ring center as Shadow waits, then starts the rest of his walk.

All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
It’s so unreal


Shadow stops at the foot of the ramp, just a foot away from the ring. He raises his arms to the sky, the lights in the arena coming up as a deep blue light guides the rest of the King's path. He makes his way up the stairs, stepping between the middle and bottom ropes.

Didn’t look out below
Watch the time go right out the window
Trying to hold on
But didn’t even know
Wasted it all just to
Watch you go


He heads up the nearest turnbuckle, waving his scepter to the north side of the arena, prompting cheers from the audience. He then waves to the east side of the arena, drawing the same response. He jumps down, heading for the opposite side of the ring, drawing a similar reaction from the south and west sides of the crowd. He jumps down, facing his opponent.

Ian: Shadow and Ryan are unsure of each other in the ring. A relative newcomer and a seasoned vet, in the same ring.

Janus: The question is, will Shadow use his ring knowledge to pull the win? Or will Ross pull an upset victory out of his hat?

DING DING DING

Shadow and Ryan walk to ring center, looking each other up and down. They are about the same size, which leaves only Shadow's experience as a factor of advantage. Red Hot extends a hand, but Shadow doesn't take it, instead glaring into Ross' face. Realizing that Shadow hasn't yet faced him, Ross takes this as a sign to prove himself. He readjusts his position, raising the extended arm above his head. Shadow, acknowledging the test of strength, extends his arm... and delivers a boot to Ryan's abdomen. Shadow quickly grabs Ross' arm, irish whipping the Red Hot one across the ring. Ross tries a clothesline attempt after he rebounds, but Shadow rolls out of the way, Ross stopping himself and turning... into a big boot! Ross hits the mat, Shadow charging at the ropes. Ross gets quickly to his feet, but is met with a lariat from a rebounding Shadow, who quickly pounces on Ryan, throwing fists into his jaw.

Red Hot takes a right, a left, another right, before blocking a shot, pushing Shadow off of him. He rolls to his feet but is already met with a left hook that sends him back a step. Ross comes back with a right hook that catches Shadow off guard, quickly following up with a short tackle and some head shots. Shadow shoves Ross of of him, but Ross only goes inches before throwing a boot into Shadow's side. Shadow glares at Ross, Red Hot looks none too intimidated. Shadow gets to his feet, standing nose-to-nose with Ryan. Red Hot grins, he's standing up to a vet without a care, but is suddenly floored as Shadow steps back with a straight shot at his nose. Ross shakes it off, unaware that the shot drew a small sliver of blood, giving Shadow a vote of confidence against the new kid. Ross again stands toe-to-toe with Shadow, smiling as the vet revels in the cheap shot.

Ian: Was that really necessary??

Janus: Ross got in Shadow's face. He disrespected a vet. And when you disrespect a ring veteran, you pay... although it looks like Red Hot is less than unaffected...

Ross and Starr trade a few words before Shadow whips Ryan across the ring, Ryan ducking under a big boot, just missing a clothesline as Shadow ducks the rebound move, Shadow again trying the boot and missing, Ross throwing a boot of his own, Shadow sliding under him. Both men stop, just a few feet from each other as they realize neither is getting anywhere. They take a step or two towards each other, unsure of their next move. Each one is daring the other to make a move, Red Hot tempted to go first. Ross draws back a tad, but taking note of a slightly smartass grin on Shadow's face, decides to go a different route. He extends an arm, but draws back as Shadow extends his, throwing a knee into Shadow's gut. He quickly grabs the King by the arm and throws him across the ring, slapping him into a belly-to-belly suplex on the rebound... no! Shadow is quick to react, shifting his weight to gain balance and lifting Ross into a bearhug!!

Ryan yells out in pain as his back gets ripped and twisted by his foe. Shadow shifts back and forth in the tight bearhug, causing Ryans face to contort. Ryan moved his elbows down his body, and right into The Kings forearms, Shadow squizzed Ryan tightier making him forget all about his idea's of escaping. Ryan thought quick he raised his left foot high into the air and stomped down onto Shadow's left foot. Shadow leapt into the air and grabbed his foot, breaking the hold on Ross, he rubbed his toe's at violent speed trying to make them stop tingling. Ryan quickly stepped up to deliver a quick low kick to Starr's right leg. Shadow toppled over backwards, landing hard on his back, ryan ran past him, rebounding fast as The King sat up to see Red Hot Flying at him with a grounded closeline connecting with violent force. Ross got to his feet quickly, to run across Starr and rebound off the ropes a second time.This time Shadow lay prone on the ground as Ryan jumped high into the air and landed on Shadow's abdemn with a senton. Shadow clutched his stomach in un-earthly pain.

" OH IS THE KING GOING TO CRY LIKE A LITTLE PRINCESS?" Ryan shouted at Shadow, right before pulling his right leg back and kicking Starr square in the ribs.

" Now come on he's a legend for god's sakes." Ian shouted from the commentators both." Well Ian he Kinda deserves it for that cheap shot in the start of the match." janus said subtly. " you must be kidding me" Mr. Davis finished.

Shadow rolled to his hands and knees only to get a quick boot to the ribs. Ryan played to the crowd and Shadow rolled to his hands and knees for the second time trying to get to his feet. Ryan moved a few steppes back and walked forward ready to boot Starr a second time but was thwarted when shadow dove at the Hot ones ankles. Ryan fell backwards as Shadow climbed up his body and into a full mount position. Shadow raised his fist's into the air, and threw them down like a hail of brimstone and fire. Ryan began to scramble as a left followed by a right hit him in the face, his nose and jaw cracked with each blow, Ross reached up and racked his finger nails hard across Starr's eyes. The Legend let out a howl of pain grabbing at his eyes, momentarily blinded he rolled off ryan and stumbled to his feet reaching for ropes, his enemy ,or even a pole. Ryan laid on the ground a moment shacking the cobwebs out of his head and doing a descent kip up to his feet. Shadow Starr reached this way and that Finally regaining focus in his vision a blurr blew by him and rebounded off the ropes he turned around and caught a stiff, unrelenting closeline form hell flipping him into the air.

"Sweet Jesus that closeline took his head right off this may be it for The Legend." Ian shouted without care of the volume level's of the T.V.'s at the homes of millions." Will you shut the hell up, Ian i'm right here Jesus." Janus said abruptly.
Ryan dove ontop of Shadow covering him for the pin fall, Bill jumped to the mat as well landing with a hand on the mat counting, "One....two..." Shadow threw his arm into the air before Billington raised his hand from the two count. Ryan looked from Billington to Starr and up to the audience. He stepped to his feet, bent down grabbing a hand full of hair and tugged Starr to his feet. Ryan lifted The King's left arm and placed it over his left shoulder, he then reached under Starr's left leg and lifted him into the air, turning him upside down and delivered a hard bodyslam. Shadow clutched his back in pain, and then recieved a qiuck stomp to the shoulder. He lay on the ground motionless as Ryan ran to the far ropes and rebound quickly leaping into the air and dropping down with a short quick leg drop across Shadow's throut. The Legend grabbed his throut and gasped for air rolling onto his stomach, Ryan quickly got back on the attack, sliding down next to his foe grabbed his left arm up and pulled it back so Shadow's hand was behind Ryan's right shoulder blade and applied a crossface putting on the bordercity stretch.

"Wow nelly Janus Ryan straped on that border city stretch really close to the ropes." Ian proclaimed vicariously. the fans popped immidiatly making noise for there hero Shadow Starr." These fans sure are ******** noisy" Janus stated obviously unhappy at the fans reaction.Billington dove for the ground checking the if Shadow wanted to throw in the towel but to Ryans surprise and the fans wonder Starr denied the loss and started to fight Ryan off. He slowly raised his leg up and pushed himself closer to the ropes, he reached out but air hit his fingertips. Ryan pulled back on his head abit but Starr pushed forward reaching out further than his arm could stretch he grabbed the bottom rope. Bill called for the break but Ryan denied to let go of the hold. He pulled back, pushing on the ropes with his foot adding pressure to the stretch. Billington started the count to release the hold, "one...two...three...four...," Ryan broke the hold before the Ref got to five. he stood up quickly stomped Shadow in the square of the back and prclaimed,"I have until Five" lifting his right hand with all five finger's stretched out. Bill gave Ross a stern look but didn't do anything else, Ryan bent over , grabbing a thick tuffet of Shadow's hair and pulled him to a knee. The fans booed profusly giving Ryan the finger and yelling profanities, but Red Hot just shut it out he was in the zone.

Shadow breathed deep allowing as much breath as he could get into his lungs focusing his energy he balled up his right hand and gave Ryan a stiff right cross in the stomach. He balled up his left hand, pulled back and unleashed a left hook into Ross's gut. Ryan let go of Starr's hair and stumbled back a bit, the King stepped up to both feet leapt into the air pressed his feet together and smashed Ryan in the chest with a Drop Kick. Ryan bumped back hard on the mat, as Starr rolled back to his feet and Taunted to the crowd. The fans went nuts, cheering , whistling, and howling for there King. Ryan rolled to his stomach and pushed himself up to his feet. Shadow walked over to the standing Ryan and lifted his foot into Ryan's gut. Ryan doubled over wrapping his arms around his stomach as Starr pulled Ryan's head between his own legs. Shadow wraps his arms around Ryans waist and rips his feet off the ground pulling him high into a powerbomb on his shoulders. Ryan looked down and held Starr's head punching it with lefts and right, one after the other, Shadow slammed Ryan hard on the mat,the fans popped with excitement thinking there hero might have just won the match. The King fell ontop of his foe and Bill rolled to the mat .

"one...two...thr.." Ryan ejected his arm off the Mat with enough force to raise his shoulder. Billington put two fingers in the air signifing that it wasn't a three count a sigh was heard from the crowd. Starr looked at the crowd in awe, he thought that powerbomb did it but to no avail. The King rose to his feet pulling Ryan up by the head in a standing position, he fumbled back and forth but stood by himself, Starr grabbed his left arm and through it over his left shoulder he reached under his foes right leg and lifted him into the air. Starr walked the two hundred and fifty pound man around the ring before dropping him parralel to the ropes with a hard bodyslam. Shadow smiled to the fans and pointed to the nearest turnbuckle, the fans stood to there feet clapping and cheering, wootin and hollerin. Starr walked over to the post and stepped between the middle and top rope turned sharpe to face the corner and climbed step by step from the bottom to the top rope, the fans buzzed with excitment as he pulled himself to his feet, gained his balance and bent his knees he leapt. The King packed his body tight and stretched out as far as his abs, legs and arms would go landing hard with the Five Star Frog Splash. He bounced off his opponent and rolled over holding his ribs but quickly rolled back to get a pin fall.

Billington leapt to the mat and started his count. " one...two...thre-" Ryan reached down from the depths of his soul and punched his sharm off the mat before the three count the fans mouned and sighed wanting there champion to win the match but just couldn't seem to find it in himself to do it.

Ryan shook his head and with a surge of energy he kipped up and looked unfased. The fans looked shocked and a small prickle of excitment hit there necks. Shadow also looked shocked as Ryan looked like a fresh man, he hoped from foot to foot for a moment and then charged Starr diving feet first at his right leg. The Legend fell to one knee, as ryan rolled backwards to his feet and then ran at the ropes. He rebounded fast and hard coming back with deadly speed he stepped up on Shadows posted leg and smashed his knee in Starr's face with a shining wizard.

"What an insane move he calls it That Japanese Move, and that's what it is made in japan by the great muta." Ian said materofactly, janus laughd but didn't comment. Ryan hit the mat tired and sore the fans popped in excitement but booed as it was the heel that did the move. Billington started the count "one...two...three...four..." Shadow laid on the mat semi concious stiring after a few moments he rolled to his stomach and pushed himself up slowly to his feet, "five....six...seven..." the fans clapped loudly as both men lay on the ground trying to get to there feet. Ryan rolled backwards to his stomach and started to push himself to his feet, Billington stopped the count as both man got to there feet. Ryan ran at Shadow who moved quickly to the left dodging any attack from Ross but Ryan continued to run he rebounded off the far ropes and came back Shadow through out his arm trying to catch him with a closeline but Ryan ducked it and ran faster to the ropes on the other side, he hit them harder than the last and came back with speed. Red Hot moved faster than Starr could turn and as Shadow turned ryan lifted his foot and botted The King in the head with a huge Yakuza Kick.

"ohhhhh my my bye bye Shadow and good night." Ian shouted, janus stood up and looked into the ring seeing Shadow's eyes closed " Yeah Ian one hundred and ten percent correct he is out." Janus said in confermation. Ryan didn't go for the cover he grabbed Starr by the head and pulled him to his feet. He grabbed Starr's hair and pulled his head back Ryan pulled back his own head moving something in his mouth and then Spitting a red mist of unknown liquid into Shadow's face. Starr shouted and ,cried out in pain, Ryan smiled as this red liquid dribbled down his chin. The fans Booed loudly in fact nothing could be heard at all besides boo's. Ryan grabbed Shadow's head hooked his arm over his neck in a reverse DDT position ryan than grabbed his opponents left leg and pulled him off the mat. Ryan grabbed the King's Left leg and pulled it towards him wrapping his left arm over, his foe's left leg. Ryan jumps into the air and drives Shadow hard to the mat with a destuctive Impact driver.

"That has to be it that's the Rossticka driver." Ian said in a sad voice. Janus spoke up much mor cheerily," Why so blue Ian Ryan is much better than The Princess Shadow Starr." she said with a shrill laugh at the end, Ryan stood up and placed his right foot on Shadow's chest. Bill Billington reluctantly went to the mat this time and began the count.

"one....Two....Three." Billington called for the bell. as Ryan stepped on Shadow and then off quickly running to the corner and stepping on the second ropes. The fans booed as the star in the corner wasn't there fallin hero but some fans gave there respects as he not only beat a legend in the buisness but a true athelete. Ryan jumped off the second rope to the outside of the ring, he walked up the stage and taunted as Shadow slowly got to his feet red Liquid running down his face making a none bloody crimson mask. Shadow's eye's lit up with rage as he wiped his face on his hands and looked down at the mist that hit him. He looked at the Billington and walked over to him, "what the hell his this Bill why didn't you DQ him for this?" Starr asked quizically Billington gave him no answer and turned around, pissing The King off more than he was before. He reached out and pulled Billington's right shoulder turning him, so he was facing him again. Shado reached back and punched Bill in the face. Bill dropped to the mat as Starr jumped ontop of him and started laying into him right, left, right, left. Security ran to the ring as fast as they could Shadow quickly rose to his feet and punched the security as they entered the ring the first went down with a boot , the second a stiff right to the jaw. The fans stared down in shock as there hero was laying out figures of athority right and left. Shadow yelled as he rolled out of the before anymore security went to the ring. He started his treck up the ramp with mixed emotions as the screen fades to black.

Tear: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a National Championship Qualifying Match....introducing first, from Miami Florida.......MIKE ANIGMA!!!

Anigma walks out of the backstage area and stands in the middle of the stage as 'Scum of the Earth' by Rob Zombie plays. He looks on both sides of the arena and walks down the ramp giving the fans dirty looks and telling them off. Anigma gets on the apron and goes through the second rope. He gets on the turnbuckle and just looks at the fans and gets off to wait.....

The lights flashed black and green as 'I'm So Sick' by Flyleaf kicked in. The fans, jeering as they were used to, saw none other than AJ Warner step onto the ramp. He cocked an arrogant smirk at the fans, and crossed his wrists, sticking his pointing finger and thumb into the air to make a 'W' and two crossed guns. In a Randy Orton pyro-esqe, red and silver rained behind him in order to look like a Canadian flag.

Tear: And from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada....The Bad Chyld.....'AJ WARNER!'

AJ walked down the ramp with radiated enthusiasm, because he loved to whoop a** and loved to piss the fans off. Why not do it simultaneously? Warner spat in his hand and high-fived the few fans that had their hand out. He chuckled and hopped onto the apron. He leaned onto the ropes and did his taunt, making the jeers become more clear. The Bad Chyld walked to the corner and climbed on it with a smile. He did his taunt once more and the three other turnbuckles shot up with golden pyro.

Warner jumped down into the middle of the ring and passes his opponent and gives him a look as he walks to the ropes and smacks his gum, spitting it at a sign. Of course, this fan wouldn't be too happy about it, but hey, that was AJ's job. The lights and music finally dimmed down to silence before AJ stretched his legs and awaited for the other opponents to show up.

The opening guitar of 'Search and Destroy' plays and the crowd is already booing, Johnny walks out from behind the curtain cockily, a smirk on his face that just reads 'a*****e' as he raises up the international symbol for 'the shocker', his manager Danny right behind him.

'I'm a street walking cheetah with a heart full of napalm
I'm a runaway son of the nuclear a-bomb
I am a world's forgotten boy
The one who searches and destroys'

Johnny walks down the aisle, if any fans attempt to touch him or pat him on the back, he pulls away with revulsion....

Tear: And, from Kansas City, Kansas, The Smartass Submission Machine......JOHNNY....CHAOS!!!!!

'Honey gotta help me please
Somebody gotta save my soul
Baby detonate for me'

Johnny hops onto the apron and looks at the audience, whos boos are dismissed with a wanking motion by Johnny....

'Look out honey, 'cause I'm using technology
Ain't got time to make no apology
Soul radiation in the dead of night
Love in the middle of a fire fight'

Johnny steps between the second and third ropes and quickly climbs to the second turnbuckle, he raises his arms, then jumps down and takes a look at AJ, who he points at and lobs a few obscenities and insults at......then he points at Mike...and starts laughing..... he turns to AJ and asks 'Who the hell is this guy?'

"Fellow Americans, it is with the utmost pride and sincerity
that I present this recording, as a living testament and recollection
of history in the making during our generation."

A multitude of cheers and scattered boos kick up as smoke bellows from the curtains signaled the arrival of the one and only Alex Lord. As there is a slight pause and without warning, the beat for “Public Service Announcement” by Jay-Z starts up. White strobe lights comb the crowd giving brief glances at faces, anxious to see the young warrior in action. The crowd on either side of the entrance curtain grows anxious with the stalling of Lords as the strobe light continues to pulsate along with the beat of the song.

Allow me to re-introduce myself My name is Hov!


Lords’ silhouette can be seen from behind the curtain as the lights cut out completely and the smoke begins to rise. Without warning, Alex explodes from behind the curtain with that cocky strut. Alex stops and scans the arena , throwing that smirk into the air...if he was nervous about his upcoming match , you couldn’t tell by the look in his eyes. With his eyes focused on the ring, he begins his descent. Fans beat on the guardrails to the beat and with outstretched hands, try to touch him as he passes down the aisle. He brushes them off and continues walking , they aren’t worth his time.

Tear: And finally, from Chicago, Illinois.....'Super Nova' ALEX LOOOORDS!!!

OH, H-to-the-O-V
I used to move snowflakes by the O-Z
I guess even back then you can call me
CEO of the R-O-C, Hov'!
Fresh out the fryin pan into the fire
I be the, music biz number one supplier
Flyer/flier than a piece of paper bearin my name
Got the hottest chick in the game wearin my chain, that's right

Alex gets a running start and hops onto the apron , before taking his jacket off and tossing it to the timekeeper. Alex gives a bow to the fans before turning facing the inside of the ring. He gives a tug on the ropes and jumps over into the ring stopping in the center. He stops at his designated corner, hops onto the top turnbuckle, and prepares to watch the spectacle that is his opponent.


Hov', OH - not D.O.C.
But similar to them letters, "No One Can Do it Better"
I check cheddar like a food inspector
My homey Strict told me, "Dude finish your breakfast"
So that's what I'ma do, take you back to the dude
with the Lexus, fast-forward the jewels and the necklace
Let me tell you dudes what I do to protect this
I shoot at you actors like movie directors
This ain't a movie dog


When Alex's entrance dies down, all four men start eyeing each other... Johnny directs insults at all three of his opponents, who all seem to be trying to ignore him.

*Ding*

Mike Anigma charges at Johnny, who appears to have managed to get under Mikes skin, Johnny charges too, and ducks under a clothesline, and the two bounce on the opposite ropes and Johnny comes back with his palm making direct contact with Mikes face, nailing the OH ********, MY FACE EARLY IN THE MATCH! Mike goes out like a light and Johnny rolls him out of the ring, glad he's narrowing the odds so early in the match. He turns around to receive a SUPERKICK FROM WARNER!!! The kick sends Johnny reeling and he rolls out of the ring for a pep talk from his manager.....

AJ and Lords give each other a quick look before in a flash they are locked in a collar and elbow tie up.

AJ quickly hooks Alex's head and hits an impressive snap suplex and quickly attempts to set up for a texas cloverleaf, but Lords quickly breaks out before the hold can be applied and quickly gets to his feet. AJ makes a quick attempt to bounce off the ropes but trips and falls at the hands of Johnny, who grabs his boot. Johnny quickly slides in the ring and starts putting some heavy boots to AJ before Lords gives the disrespectful young wrestler a slap in the face. Johnny chuckles before spitting at Lords, who then pretty much tackles Johnny and starts wailing on him with a series of rights.

Rights rain down on the cocky Johnny before he is able to push Lords off of him and get back to a vertical base, his attention focused directly on his equally pretentious opponent.
Johnny and Lords step around in a circle, neither one paying any attention to their recovering opponents. This proves to be their downfall as both scorned members of the match return with a vengeance and a barrage of kicks to the back. Warner and Anigma appear to be on the same page as they drag their beaten foes to their feet and whip them in opposite directions. Lords and Chaos in mirror-like fashion rebound off the ropes with a kick to the gut of their opponent before taking them both over with stereo snap suplexes. Both men get up and flash an uneasy glance at their “partner”.

The crowd is not sure what of this “truce” between Lords and Chaos but they are not left waiting long as the alliance comes to an end with a swift boot to the guy from Johnny. Chaos places Lords in a side headlock and wrenches deeply on his neck. Lords wraps his arms around Johnny’s waist before lifting him into the air. Chaos kicks furiously and avoids getting taken back with a backdrop but his attempts prove futile as Alex tries once more and plants him on his back with a bridging backdrop BUT JOHNNY HOLDS ON!
One……Tw-! Johnny rolls off of his back but keeps Lords’ head securely under his arm. Lords gets to a vertical base and drives his elbow into Chaos’ gut……and again….and again until Johnny is forced to let loose before taking a another slap to the face. Warner rolls up the momentarily stunned Chaos looking for a quick win. On-! The referee doesn’t even make it to two before Lords breaks up the pin but it immediately caught in a reverse waistlock by Anigma. As Lords is attempting to break Anigma’s grip on his mid-section, Chaos is backed up into the corner by Warner and taking a series of punches to the face.

Anigma finally dumps Lords backwards with a german suplex and immediately pounces on him with a camel clutch. Warner tosses Chaos to the canvas and slaps on a boston crab. Lords pushes up as Chaos does the same and both reach the ropes at the same time. Chaos and Lords nod to each other as the rise to their feet before raking their respective opponent’s eyes and tossing them outside the ring. Chaos shoots a “now where were we?” look towards Lords but think better of it and run in opposite directions only to land on the outside competitors with DUAL TOPE CON HILOS! The crowd explodes for the teamwork from this unlikely duo. Lords lays some stomps into Anigma as he attempts to get back up as before whipping him over with a snapmare and snaps off a duo of kicks to the back before laying one more kick into his chest that leaves the big man cringing on the ground.

Chaos’ and Warner’s’ battle is a bit more even as both tee off on each other with chops to the chest before Chaos attempts to whip Warner into the guardrail only to pull him back into a OH ******** , MY FA-DUCKED! The short-arm shotei barely misses it’s mark as the speedy Warner ducks quickly before knocking Johnny to the ground with a spinning heel kick.

Warner tries to drop a quick elbow but Johnny rolls out of the way and Warner lands hard on his side. Johnny stands and quickly helps Warner to his feet......he puts Warner’s head between his legs and lifts him up on his shoulders...then slams him back down with a MIGHTY POWERBOMB! Johnny kicks him out of the ring before feeling Anigmas forearm hit the back of his head.... Johnny turns around and Anigma attempts another blow, but Johnny headbutts him right in the face in a flash, knocking him back into Lords arms, Lords locks his arms quick and throws Anigma back with an amazing GERMAN SUPLEX!

Lords stands and Johnny looks unimpressed. Johnny motions for Alex to step aside and locks Anigma in a full nelson before snapping back violently, nailing a picture perfect DRAGON SUPLEX!!!!!

Johnny stands and points at his handiwork....Anigma lying on the mat, writhing in pain, but Alex feigns a yawn. The audience waits in awed silence to see what Lords will bust out next.

Lords picks Warner up to his feet , tired of focusing on Anigma and in a flash gets his head under his arm and drives him into the mat with an amazing EXPLODER SUPLEX!!!!!

Anigma and Warner looks like they could be pinned at any moment, but Johnny gives Lords a thumbs down before he underhooks both of Anigma’s arms and DOUBLE UNDERHOOK SUPLEXES ANIGMA INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!!!!

“OOPS, I BROKE HIM” Johnny announces loudly to the audience.

Lords plays with his wrist tape in boredom before looking up at Chaos unimpressed. Johnny leaves the two downed opponents at the center of the ring and steps nose to nose with Lords. “As if you could do better” , Johnny said with that cocky smirk on his face. Lords turned his back on Chaos and walked towards the ropes. “I can do better and on an opponent that’ll fight back” , Lords retorted not even turning around. Johnny was tired of Alex’s cockiness and decided the truce was off, unfortunately, Lords had the same idea. Johnny gave Lords a chop to the chest , Lords shrugged the chop off. Chaos was about to try something else before Lords beckoned him to try the chop again.

Lords’ chest sang as the second chop connected , he feinted a yawn. Johnny held up his hand and attempted the chop once more. He licked his hand , signifying this one chop was gonna hurt….only to POKE LORDS IN THE EYES. The crowd exploded in boos at this underhanded tactic. Lords walked forward to the referee and clutched him and Johnny locked in a reverse waistlock. Lords held the referee close before drawing his leg forward before swinging it back for a LOW BLOW. Johnny fell to his knees as nausea threatened to spew forth from his mouth. The crowd could not help but cheer abit as Chaos got a taste of his own medicine.

Lords let the referee go as soon as he could see once more, “See I even can even out cheat you.”

Anigma locks in a full nelson on the preoccupied Lords as Warner kicks the reeling Chaos to the canvas before letting a flurry of jabs loose on the body of Lords before Anigma slings his captured opponent backwards in a dragon suplex. Warner turns Chaos over and applies another Boston crab as Anigma sits down beside Johnny and locks in a fujiwara armbar. Lords pulls himself to his feet and stumbles over to the preoccupied Warner and rushes for the ropes only to rebound with a BAKATARE JUMPING KNEE! Warner collapses to the side as Johnny rolls forward to escape the hold before getting to his feet as Anigma does the same.

Johnny winds up for a OH ********, MY FACE!-No! Anigma ducks and hoists him onto his shoulders. Lords picks Warner up onto his shoulders and faces Anigma with the suspended Chaos. Warner slaps Chaos across the face forcing Johnny to waver a bit on Anigma’s shoulders. Johnny regains his composure and fires a punch at Warner that sends him reeling. Lords begins to fatigue and lets Warner down just low enough to get in the way of a well placed SHOOOOOTEI! from Johnny that sends him spiraling to the canvas. Anigma drops the victorious Chaos into an ELECTRIC CHAIR BOMB ONTOP OF WARNER! Anigma gets up and looks to drop onto of the two men who are in a heap in the center of the ring but forget that the ever present Lords is behind him and pays for it by taking an elbow to the back of the head that sends him falling onto of the pile. Lords jumps into the heap with a diving senton and looks for the pin.

One…..Tw-! Everyone kicks out as once and rolls to opposite sides of the ring. Johnny races to Anigma and backs him up into the corner with a diving chop to the face. Warner drives his foot into Lords stomach and picks him up into a blockbuster hold position before spinning him forward with the NINE TO FIVE! AJ goes for the cover but flying Johnny Chaos who was pushed away by Anigma quickly breaks it up. Lords rolls outta the ring to nurse his wounds but Warner won’t let him escape that easily as he takes aim and races to the ropes behind him before leaping over with a TOPE CON HILO. Warner and Alex collided with the security barrier leaving both men in a heap on the outside.

Anigma gets the upper hand in a slugfest against the smaller Chaos with a hard right hook that sends Johnny stumbling back. Anigma rushes forward and sweeps Johnny off his feet with an STO! Chaos’ head hits the canvas hard and he appears out of it. Anigma drops to his knees and picks Johnny up just enough to apply a chickenwing. Johnny writhes in pain as his arm is wrenched behind him. Johnny takes a handful of Anigma’s hair and yanks hard enough to get the hold loosed up. A headbutts from Chaos breaks the hold and allows him to scurry back to his feet. Johnny runs at Anigma the moment that he gets to his feet and applies a quick front facelock before dropping into a speedy small package.
One….Two….Thr-! Lords and Warner put aside their exchange to storm the ring and break up the pin.

Anigma applies a sleeper to Warner, and wrenches deep. Johnny follows his opponent’s example and applies his own sleeper to Anigma, wrenching just as deep. Lords gets to his feet and looks to apply the sleeper but thinks better of it. He stomps his feet in rhythm getting the crowd behind him with a chorus of claps as he takes to the ropes. Lords dashes back and forth beside his entangled opponents before colliding into Warner with a DROPKICK TO THE FACE! As Warner is struck the line of submissions break and everyone is sent in opposite directions to lick their wounds. As the crowd explodes in claps for the in-ring action.

Warner is the first up before dragging Anigma to his feet before planting him with a bodyslam. He scurries up to the top rope looking for a MOONSAU-CROTCHED ON THE TOP TURNBUCKLE. The ever-present Johnny Chaos kicks the left leg of Warner forcing him to come down on the top rope. Johnny leaves the struggling AJ in the turnbuckle and turns his attention to Anigma. Johnny picks the big man up only to mount his back with a inverted facelock before dropping on his back and locking in a body scissors. Lords is the last to get to his baring back, breaks up the submission attempt, and goes for one of his own. Lords turns Chaos over and applies a camel clutch. The referee shoots into Johnny’s face and asks him repeatedly would he like to give up, Chaos answers by spitting in the man’s face , insulted that he would think that Johnny would tap.

Anigma breaks the hold with a boot to Alex’s back before taking a SWAN DIVE DROPKICK from the recently free AJ Warner. Anigma stumbles to the ropes and rebounds into the awaiting legs of Johnny and a Japanese leg roll. Lords breaks the pin with a kick to Chaos’ head that makes the audience cringe alittle. Johnny hops up, seemingly unphased and beckons Lords to hit him again. Alex gives a slight nod and punishes Johnny’s chest with a kick. Johnny with little difficulty brushes the kick off and asks for another one. Lords winds up his leg for another one but thinks better of it and plants Johnny with a BURNING ELBOW! Johnny drops to the canvas and Alex drops down and hooks the leg

One……Two….Thr-! Warner and Anigma break up the pin. Alex is yanked from the ground as both me place their head under his arms and toss him back with a double back suplex. They leave Lords alone momentarily and grab a hold of Chaos as he is still nursing his face before placing him in a dual front facelock and tossing him in similar fashion with a double snap suplex. Anigma and Warner both go for the cover on Johnny at once , forcing an hush over the crowd. Warner point to Chaos and declares the right to pin him is his and his alone. Anigma does not answer with words but rather a flurry of knees to the midsection that soften Warner up for a BRAINBUSTER! Anigma is dragged outside the ring by Alex and dumped into the security barrier before the “Supernova” gets back into the ring. Chaos gets to his feet and looks at Lords with the same, “Where were we” look from earlier. Johnny gives Lords a chop across the sternum that makes the young man stumble back alittle. Alex retaliates with an elbow strike that does forces Johnny to back up. Johnny jabs at Lords with flashy rights that serve to soften him up for the POKE TO THE EYES.

Lords reaches for the ropes as Johnny seizes him in a ura-nage vice before flipping backwards into the SHOCK AND –ELBOWS! Lords fires away at the side of Chaos’ head with intense elbows that serve to break up the hold and stagger the “smartass submission machine”. Lords rests on the ropes as he gets his vision back only to see that Johnny has recovered as well. Chaos rushes forward , aiming carefully for an OH ******** , MY FACE-OVER THE TOP ROPE. Lords pulls the top rope down at the last minute before letting Johnny sail over with the wayward shotei. Warner strikes Lords with a SUPERKICK-DUCKED-CROSSBONE VANGUARD! Lords ducks the kick and immediately clutches Warner’s head and arm in a front facelock before falling to his back and locking in the hold completely. Warner struggles intensely seeking for away to get out of the hold. “Tap!” chants rain down from the audience as the referee comes into view. Warner manages to make Lords roll to his right with much effort before sticking his leg out closer to the ropes. Lords sees this and rolls back to his left and sinks his forearm even tighter into the bad chylds’ windpipe. Warner refuses to tap as Lords pulls the noose tighter and tighter. Warner can no longer take the hold and succumbs to the hold with a verbal, “I give.”

Lords’ refuses to relinquish the hold until Public Service Announcement plays and he allows Warner to breathe undeterred. Johnny punches the apron in frustration as Lords exits the ring with his hand held high.

“Better luck next time”

The semi finals of the NLS tournament reach its second of two rounds, ICE Vs Hunter Sullivan. These two Men have had two very different careers, however, hold a few mirror images. Both started in BTWF at similar times, holding very similar career lengths. While ICE left and went to GWA, Sullivan took the opposite choice, heading to CTC, both finding respective fame there. Hunter had made it to the basic top, while Ice did the same In GWA. These two men ended up taking complete and different styles, Hunter developing in a more submission biased technical style. ICE took up a more physical beat down style, kicks and slams. Hunter could, however, be seen as the underdog in this match as he takes on a former GWA World Champion. Sullivan, however, can’t be thinking about what this man is, will be, or was, But rather who he is facing now.



The lights begin to fade, dimming to a calming light. Green and purple start to glow and flash, the arena looking to the stage as “Right now” starts to play and blare. The lyrics hold a violent and harsh reality to Hunters mindset. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto stage.

I'm feeling mean today
Not lost, not blown away
Just irritated and quite hated
Self control breaks down
Why's everyday so tame
I like my life insane
I'm fabricating and debating
Who I'm gonna kick around

With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of boo’s and jeers. Hunter’s new artier showed off as he started moving his way across the stage. The green and purple lights reflected and caused glimmer on his body. A cool, calculating smirk seemed steady and planted on his face, an unnerving confidence, malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his next victory, or possibly defeat. Hunter, however, feels no fear of defeat his mind clear, yet focused.

Right now
can't find a way to get across the hate when I see you
Right now
I feel it scratch inside I wanna slash and beat you
Right now
I rip apart the things inside that excite you
Right now
I can't control myself I ******** hate you!

Sullivan walked calmly and professionally down the ramp. The steel ramp under Hunters feet reacted with a clank, none of which could be heard over the music and jeers in unison. Soon Sullivan found himself on the matting surrounding the ring. He reacted quickly, rolling into the ring and heading towards the turnbuckle that was closest. Soon climbing up it he merely looked around and reacted with a combined smirk scoff.

I'm feeling cold today
Not hurt just ******** away
I'm devastated and frustrated
God I feel so bound
So why'd I feel the need?
I think it's time to bleed
I'm gonna cut myself and
Watch the blood hit the ground

The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last moment warm-ups. Hunter was getting himself mentally ready as well, awaiting Ice’s theme to kick in. The match was very, VERY important to him. If he can break past the former GWA champion, he can make it to the top.

The opening chords erupt over the speakers in the arena to “Big Casino” as the lights go dark. One word is whispered over the music the word 'Static' and suddenly the lights fire back on as silver flames fire up from the stage.

Before this world starts up again
It's me and night
We wait for the sun
The kids and drunks head back inside

The Dragonslayer him self Ice steps from behind the curtain wearing black and silver trunks and a matching black and silver jacket with a hood.

Well there's lots of smart ideas
In books I never read
When the girls come talk to me
I wish to hell I had

The Dragonslayer steps to the middle of the stage as flames continue to fire up all around him. The crowd loves him and can't help but cheer for his every move as he suddenly throws up his arms in his signature pose and silver sparks begin to fall from the ceiling.

Get up, Get up
Turn my ignition
Get up, Get up
Fire up the system
I'll play my little part in something big

Ice holds his pose until the flames and sparks cease and then he drops his arms. He then makes his way down the isle slapping hands with as many fans as he can before sprinting and sliding into the ring.

I'll accept with poise with grace
When they draw my name from the lottery
And they'll say all the salt in the world couldn't melt that ice
I'm the one who gets away
I'm a New Jersey success story
And they'll say Lord give me the chance to shake that hand
They'll say

Ice stands tall in the center of the ring and strips off his jacket before once again hitting his signature pose for all the world to see.

Ice and Hunter stood opposite sides of the ring, and Sullivan can only grow a smirk of pleasure. Around Ice’s knee was wrapped a basic bulls eye, a kink in the armor, a bandage. Lords the previous week had fought a valiant match, and in the process caused his mark. That mark comes in the form of a hurt leg. Sullivan wasn’t about to get cocky, however, as ICE returned a hard stare, realizing his handicap. He clearly was ready to defend his leg, keep it away from Sullivan’s grasp. Ice as well not to get cocky, or to think anything will be easy. The ref looks at both men and nods, sharing a few hand signals before calling for the bell. DING.

Sullivan is the more egger of the two to being, shifting forward lower to the mat, ready to lock up. Ice moves in and meets him for the lock up, keeping his bad leg back and his good forward. This acted as a way to keep it out of gripping range, however, made a poor push back leg. When Hunter pushed forward against his opponent the leg wasn’t going to take enough to fight it back. This meant that Ice instead had to mount a counter, or be taken down. Ice used an old play ground tactic as he supplied the resistance for a moment before falling back and too the side. The move lets Hunter fall to his knees, and allowing a follow up. Ice grips in a reverse waist lock, keeping Hunter grounded and applying pressure. The move is soon countered as Sullivan moves to his feet and making a standing switch. This is soon brought up into a half nelson, which in turn is countered by Ice, whom rolls out of it, and whips Hunter to the corner. Sullivan hits back first, soon being followed by Ice who lifts up a knee in his charge-Caught. The bad leg is horrifically in The Vipers hands, it doesn’t stay that way long ad Ice jumps up with his other leg, falling back and launching in a monkey flip! Hunter lands harshly on his back, holding it in pain, moving to a seated position, only for a drop kick to rock the impact point. Ice smiles as he looks at his opponent holding his back slightly and moving to his feet, ready for his pounce. Ice moves in gripping Sullivan by the arm, Irish whipping Hunter to the ropes. Hunter makes his speedy return, quickly being leap frogged over. The trip is made again, met this time with an arm drag, flinging hunter onto the mat with a roll. Ice follows up with a charge of his own, only for Hunter to nail his own armdrag, this time the move is connected to a submission. The arm bar is wrenched and held in tight, the arm would surely not be Sullivan’s main focus, but gives him the momentary advantage. Ice starts making it to his feet, holding his shoulder in slight pain as he makes it. Hunter seems ready to attack but is simply launched back to the ropes, Ice following after. Hunter makes a mental grin as he leaps to the second rope, and returning with a SPRING BOARD SHIN KIC- ducked! Sullivan lands on his knees, but returns to his feet for an attempted irish whip. This time Sullivan counters up, sending Ice instead, following him. Ice makes a similar mental grin, jumping to the second rope.. GAURDIAN BLAD- DODGED! Hunter stops and dives to the side, letting Ice crash to the mat, hitting his knee.

Fans are behind the action as the cheer the opening exchange. Both competitors on there feet in terms of dodging and attacking. Hunter has moved in on the downed Ice however, grabbing the knee in which hit the matting, and also was the bad one. The Dragon slayer quickly attempted to kick off his attacker, but couldn’t do so before a few harsh stomps to the thigh. Ice sped back to his feet once clear of Sullivan’s stomps, wanting to prevent a grounded situation. Ice leaned back bumping into the ropes, backed against the wall. Once Ice is to his feet, Hunter makes a charge, only to be launched slightly overhead, with intentions to land on the matting outside. The move never pulled through, as Sullivan lands on the apron. Ice tries to capitalize none the less, sending a hard elbow, only to be ducked, and retorted with another elbow. Ice staggers back holding his face, soon turning around to notice Hunter springing to the top rope, SPRING BOAR- Ice dodged it, heading to the ropes! Hunter regains his composer, watching as Ice returns leaping for a leg Lariat, but another duck prevents contact. Ice hits the matting, returning to his feet, noticing Sullivan had headed to the ropes as well. Ice was prepared, Sullivan moved in close seemingly cocked back for a lariat, but is caught with an ARTIC FLASH-Caught! Hunter takes the leg and spins it to the side, making Ice turn a 360, before cocking and launching with a LEFT HOOKAAA- Ducked! ICE brings himself back up, gripping Sullivan and dropping him down with a complete shot! He inverted STO rocks the canvas, and the fans cheer for there favorite wrestler, and the exchanges that are happening.

Ice push’s Hunter off him, moving to his feet with slight pain in his leg. Sullivan holds his face attempting to push himself up, and not allow Ice to gain an advantage. The Complete shot, however, has dazed him too much; Ice ends up pulling Hunter to his feet. Sullivan is soon pushed roughly into the turnbuckle, pressed in with a few hard kicks. Sullivan holds the impact point, doubling over slightly only to be snapmared to the canvas. Ice quickly follows up, locking in a tight sleeper, doing a good job of avoiding His leg to be captured. Sullivan grips at the arm, attempting to let off some pressure, the attempt is of no use. Hunter instead starts fighting it and moving to his feet, managing a few elbow shots. The Strikes allow Sullivan to break free and whip Ice across the ring. Sullivan waits for the return, launching Ice nicely over head with a back body drop. Hunter follows up on the drop, heading to the ropes and rebounding off them, returning hitting a nice senton. Ice was holding his back slightly when his leg was suddenly gripped! Hunter jerks it towards the center of the ring, dropping a knee on the wounded limb. The competitors are now center ring after Sullivan jerks Ice by the leg. Hunter starts to take advantage of the limb, stepping over it, seemingly going for a figure four! It doesn’t work out as Ice boots Hunter in the rear on the turn, sending him staggering forward. Hunter keeps going, however, intent on rebounding off the ropes, Ice moves to his feet with a slight limp. Sullivan returns ready for his attack, only to be knocked down harshly with a calf kick! Ice follows up, making the cover. One , two, kick out. The kick out was really to no surprise as Ice sends in a few hard mounted punches. Hunter is grabbed by the hair and pulled to his feet soon after the hard shots. Ice steadies his opponent for a moment before kicking the back of his leg. That kick is soon followed up by a kick to the abdomen, and then one to the chest. Ice finish’s off the harsh combo with a hard kick to the fa-CAUGHT!! Sullivan has enough about him to catch the boot, sweeping Ice to the mat. Ice’s legs are soon hooked and crossed; Hunter tries desperately to turn the hold. Ice fights desperately, trashing left and right, not making it an easy task to turn him. Finally Ice manages to scoot himself close enough to the ropes to prevent a submission.

The Ref moves in, pulling Hunter off of the assault. Sullivan was still pulling intent on locking the move it, but upon the rope count being brought up, Hunter relinquished the hold. Not happy with his involvement, Sullivan moves towards the ref pushing him back. The ref witnessed similarity to his mistreatment in the Shadow match, and held the same tactic. Disqualification treats are repeated, a loss here would be horrible. Interested in keeping his tournament placement Sullivan leaves the ref alone, turning back to Ice, in time for ICEBERG SPE- Dodge! Hunter quickly side steps and sends Ice speeding towards the ropes. Ice makes a rebound, Hunter charges with a SPEA- Side step! Hunter slips through the ropes landing on the matting outside. The Viper was merely tossed for a loop as he starts moving back to his feet. Staggering back slightly he looks to his opp- TOPE SUICIDA! Hunter is caught off guard and knocked harshly to the ground. The crowd picks up in support of the highflying move from their hero. Ice gets to his feet, and starts to limp slightly on his leg, high fiving a few fans. The ref begins his 10 count as he looks on at the men outside the ring. Ice returns to his opponent, grabbing him by the hair and pulling him to his feet. Hunter is pressed back first against the apron, soon flurried with chops, and finished with a hard chest kick. Sullivan staggers forward and is soon grabbed by the arm, whipped roughly to the barricade. The back is hit roughly as he slopes down a little. Ice smirks as he follows up, charging in and nailing a hip-to-face maneuver. Ice notes the count and makes a roll into the ring, rolling back out to restart the count. Sullivan is hurting slightly as Ice moves back in on him and pulls him back to his feet. Hunter staggers a few steps, getting a light right hand in his face soon after. Ice takes aim at the steel steps, grabbing Hunter by the arm and whipping him hars- counter! Sullivan shifts momentum sending Ice instead. Hunter grins as Ice’s shins hit off the steel steps, rolling him over the hard steel to the matting on the other side. Ice grips his knee in pain, moaning as the hurt leg is taken advantage up, and further hurt. Hunter starts moving in on the hurt Ice, walking around the steel steps with a gleaming malevolent grin. Ice crawls back slightly but it doesn’t work was Hunter grabs his leg and jerks it back to the step, laying on the steel and stomping harshly on the knee. Ice pulls away his leg and holds it close to him, not able to really retort with a counter. Sullivan follows up again, taking the leg back again, this time placing it behind the steel steps and against the steel turnbuckle! Hunter backs up and takes aim, running forward kicking the steel steps! But no leg was the worsen, as Ice pulled it to safety! Sullivan moves back and redirects himself, moving back in on Ice…TRIP! Ice grabs Hunters tights and pulls him forward, face first into the apron.

Hunter holds his face as he staggers back on his feet, knocked loopy. Ice takes his chance and moves to his feet, taking grip of Sullivan and rolling him into the ring. Ice follows Hunter in, moving to his feet and taking aim. Sullivan had moved to all fours before getting a weakfish kick to the stomach, rolling him to his back. Ice takes an advantage seemingly as he pulls Hunter to his feet; Sullivan is then launched across the ring. The irish whip sends him rebounding, heading back for a seemingly back body drop. This doesn’t come true as Hunter makes contact and rolls over his awaiting foe, landing on the matting behind him. Ice stands up only to be locked into a reverse waist lock before the ability to do anything about the counter. Lucky for Ice however, Hunter’s foot was planted firmly between his gapping legs. Ice makes a slight bend forward, gripping the ankle and tripping Hunter back out of the hold. Once Sullivan lands on the ground and Ice finds himself free of grasp, he heads for the ropes. Hunter quickly returns to his feet trying to get there before a returning Ice. Sullivan manages to do so, grabbing the ropes behind him and pulling down the top one, causing ice to go over. The counter doesn’t go as planned as Ice lands comfortably on the apron. Hunter turns around and sees the error of his counter, attempting to elbow shot the pesky former GWA champion. This as well doesn’t work out as Ice ducks the shot, shoulder thrusting through the ropes. Hunter doubles over, Ice now leaping over attempting a sun set flip. Sullivan is rolled to his back, but quickly rolls back out of the pin. Hunter makes it to his feet and attempts to move in and hit a quick kick to the side of his opponents face. The shot is caught, causing Hunter to bounce on his foot slightly as Ice moves back to his feet, foot still in grasp. Ice tosses down the captive foot, launching with a clothesline. The move is ducked as Hunter moves behind his opponent, grabbing behind Ice’s neck. The neck breaker attempt is foiled as Ice retorts with a hard back elbow knocking the assaulting wrestler off him. Hunter is knocked forward, and soon grabbed in a reverse waist lock. Ice seems intent on launching a German suplex, however, a standing switch causes a rethink in plans. Hunter switches up into a half nelson quick, however, again is foiled by an Irish whip. Sullivan hits the ropes, rebounding back attempting to nail a hard clothesline, ducked. Hunter makes another rebound, turning into a LARIAT! Counttterr! Hunter, hooks the oncoming arm, moving to a halfnelson, LAUNCH! HALF NELSON SUPLEXAH.

Ice is launched, landing harshly on his upper back and neck, finally ending up on his stomach. The fans grow concern as Hunter rolls him, hoping for the pin fall victory. One, Two, kick out! Hunter swears, slamming a fist down on the mat, the fans merely cheering. Not wanting Ice to gain his bearings back, Sullivan pulls him to his feet, pushing him to the corner. Hunter smirks as he takes Ice’s throbbing leg and places it over the second rope. Ice is a little to daze to do anything about it before being awoken from the illegal maneuver. Hunter pulls on the foot, using the ropes as a pivot point. Ice grips at the leg for a moment before the ref pulls Sullivan off the move. Ice takes his leg off the second rope, but isn’t left alone for long as Hunter takes grasp of the leg once again. Sullivan pulls Ice out of the corner slightly, nailing a leg drag. The Dragon slayer lays on his back, leg in Hunters grasp, surely a poor place to be held. The viper starts kicking in on the thigh of his opponent; brutal stomps are followed by a leg stretch. Sullivan leaps over Ice, pulling the leg in the way it shouldn’t go. This move caused Hunter to release the foot, In which led to a lack luster attempt to escape the onslaught. Ice rolls to the outside, limping on his leg, cursing his handicap, and Lords as well. The Viper smirks as he goes after his opponent, feeling good about his ability to gain an upper hand. Ice limps away from the apron but it’s of no use as Hunter gives a switch kick to the back of his wounded leg. The Dragon slayer falls to his knees, however, is pulled back to his feet and slapped across the face soon there after. The insulting gesture causes Ice to retort with a hard chop. Hunter was caught off guard and if hit with another chop before returning with his own. Ice retorts with another chop, gaining an upper hand. Sullivan knows he is on the losing end, and decides to send in a stomp on the thigh. Ice stops his assault dropping back to his knee, Sullivan returns to bringing him back to his feet, rolling him into the ring. The Viper follows after The Dragon Slayer, bringing him to his feet once in the ring, pushing him into the corner again. Hunter picks Ice up and places him on the top turnbuckle, climbing up slightly after him, only to be pushed back. Hunter attempts to climb back up again, getting a hard few right hands for his trouble. Sullivan staggers back, Ice takes aim and launches from the third rope with a short distance WHEEEL KICK! The viper is knocked harshly to his back, holding his head in pain. Ice moves back to his feet, dragging Hunter with him. Once firm on his feet, Ice challenges his legs pulling Hunter onto his shoulders. Hunter puts up little resistance, loopy from the kick, SUB-ZERO CUTTER!!! The move hits with a slight blotch as Hunter never made a full turn landing on an angle. The move still hit with maximum velocity, summoning a pin attempt. ONE TWO THREE!!... FOOT ON THE ROPES!


Ice looks to the ref directly after the 3 count, the foot being directed to his attention quickly. Ice grabs the leg and hooks it going for another pin. One, two, shoulder up! Ice is slightly impressed with his opponent’s ability to kick out. With a slight smirk Ice moves back to his feet, dragging Hunter along with him. He wont be able to kick out of the pin when he’s done with him. Ice sends a knee into the abdomen, bringing Hunter to a doubled over state. Ice starts sending in rapid knee shots to the chest, ending off with one rough one to the face. Hunter is dazed as he staggers back into the ropes, using them to stay on his feet. The assault doesn’t end as Ice follows up with a few hard left and right hands, ending off with a revengeful slap to the face. Ice smiles pulling Sullivan off the ropes, to dazed to mount an assault. Ice soon grabs Sullivan around the neck and arm, lifting up and twisting, SAMBO SUPLEX. The crowd cheers as Ice makes the cover, surely this time he- Kick out. Ice looks at his opponent’s shoulder, clearly off the mat. Seems he’ll need just a little more. Ice moves to his feet, returning to the mat with a leg drop. Hunter takes the shot, rolling onto his stomach soon after. The Dragon Slayer moves back to his feet, pulling his opponent with him, pushing the man to the corner. Ice rubs his elbow as he backs up slightly, turning back around and charging forward with a –boot? Sullivan kicks up his boot and staggers Ice back. Ice turns holding his jaw, proving as a mistake, hunter moves in hitting a charging bulldog. Neither man is quick to his feet, Ice however, gets to his first. Ice rains a right hand down on a rising Sullivan. Hunter returns shoulder thrusting the abdomen, moving fully to his feet afterwards. Ice recuperates and sends Hunter a thudding elbow. Sullivan retorts with a left hand shot, getting a mid section kick in return. Ice starts gaining an upper hand after a stinging chop, followed by a few more. Ice continues with the stinging brutal chops, forcing Hunter against the ropes. Ice says one final word before chopping again “This is my night boy. My belt” After the chop connects; Hunter feels the victory falling away from his grasp. With one last effort Hunter pulls back, nailing a Head but staggering Ice back and almost down. Hunter moves forward attempting to gain an advantage but is caught with an ARTIC FLASH! Sullivan drops to the canvas, the fans cheer wildly as the match is surely near an end. Ice, however, doesn’t go for the cover, but rather pulls Sullivan to his feet, moving him center ring and placing him in a standing head scissors!

DEVINE RAAAPPPTT- Huh? Ice stops the move, his eyes lock up to the large screen. Fans and stage hands alike lock eyes with an interesting sight. Ice’s eyes grow large with concern and anger, for on the screen stands both members of the “Rejects.” Viral and Spyke stand with large smirks, however, they are not alone. “HELP!” In Viral’s grasp is a beautiful young lady, Ice seems irate, pushing Hunter away and moving to the ropes. “Let her go you bastards! “

Ice is about to leave the ring when a voice echos over the sound system. “Calm down, little Ice. She’ll be just fine.” With that Danny walks out from behind the curtain, standing out of stage. “Your little girl friend here will be just fine indeed, if, you follow our demands that is.” Ice steps out onto the apron and down to the matting clearing set on charging the kidnapper. But before he could get to far a gagging sound cuts him off as Viral stresses his arm around the woman’s neck. “Step any further and her pain will be of your fault.” Sullivan is beside himself with a huge grin in the ring. He slowly moves to his feet, he seems rather guilty in his appearance. Ice Is irate, and doesn’t know what to do, gleaming at the screen he looks on as she gasps the words “help” repeatedly. Spyke merely mocks her plight following up with “I need some body, not just anybody” laughing every time.

Danny pastes himself on the ramp happy with Ice’s hault. “Return to that ring Ice if you want the best for your darling here.” Ice slowly responds returning to the ring, the Ref is yelling to Danny that he is interfering with the match, every complaint ignored. Sullivan is to his feet and smiling at his foe, taunting him, it because obvious Hunter is behind this. Ice enraged charges with a cocked back forearm, however, is ceased again. “Don’t even think of laying a hand on Sir Sullivan here. In fact, If you want your nice female friend here unharmed, you better LAY DOWN.” The crowd and commentators alike burst in there disapproval, jeering, booing and roaring at the comment. Ice turns to Danny cursing out the man, clearly furious with his situation. Sullivan starts yelling to Ice to lay down for him right now, looking to Danny after Ice makes a move to attack. Viral stresses again, the gagging sound bringing priorities in order. Ice looks around to the fans, saying he is sorry as he drops down to one knee, then to the other. Soon Ice starts to lie on his back, cringing at the thought of loss. The fans start chanting “bull s**t.” along side a fellowship chant of “******** Hunter.” Hunter lays a cocky one boot on his opponent, making a gesture of championship gold, moving his hands along his waist. The ref is reluctant, but has to make the count, ONE TWO…TH…..three.. Hunter pulls his foot off the pride wounded opponent.

The fans scream in anger as the ref calls the bell, the match is indeed, over. Sullivan doesn’t stay long to celebrate, not wanting to fall victim to the horrifying aftermath that is sure to ensue. Sullivan makes his way up the ramp and turns, smirking at his former opponent. Ice moves to his feet slamming the mat on his way up. Danny smirks as he begins to speak again. “It seems like you’ve done everything that we requested you to, guess we’ll let her g-“ Sullivan is now besides Deamon, he yells at him with a smirk “do it.” With that Danny returns to him a smirk, watching as the victor returns backstage. Danny pulls the microphone to his mouth. “You heard him, do it.” Danny turns and follows Sullivan, Viral suddenly tosses the young girl into the wall. The attack responds a shriek scream, digging into not only the ears of many, but the heart. Ice Rampages out of the ring, charging up the ramp, all leg injuries ignored as he hopes to save the person who means so much to him. Ice soon vanishes to the back, and the Audiences are left with a blank screen, dull echoes of the shriek ringing throughout the arena. Everyone is left in anger, despair, and sadness. They do not know how to respond, as the show fades…to…black.