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As the soft instromental strums of The Flowbots' 'Handlebars' soothed the audience after the incredulous fireworks display at the introduction of NLS' first Pay Per View - From The Ashes, the ring announcer, Tear Gutter let her voice ring loud and clear over the arena's PA system. "Ladies and gentlemen, our first bout scheduled for this evening is the Impress The Boss match, where two men will begin in the ring and an additional four men will be on the apron - one to each corner. A competitor may tag out to ANY superstar on the apron. When a superstar is eliminated he is then banned from ringside, and the next superstar to enter the ring will be the legal competitor. There will be no disqaulifications, and no count outs. The competition will continue until only one superstar remains. Introducing the first man to try to Impress The Boss: He weighs in this evening at two hundred and eleven pounds, standing at five feet, ten and one half inches, and hailing from Seattle, Washington, USA.. Markus Robert Zout!"

I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

Zout emerges from the backstage area on to the entrance ramp, arms raised high in the air. He is wearing brief-style tights that read 'M.Z.' across the a**. Laced boots reaching half-way up his shin, also white, encase his feet. This is very different than his usual attire.

Ian Davis: "This is surprising, isn't it, Janus? He usually doesn't come out to this music does he?"

Janus Irving: "Who cares? His ******** music isn't going to be what impresses the boss. Unless he does SOMETHING entertaining, which would be a change from the show he usually puts on, he's the same curtain jerking trash as everyone in the match with him."

Ian Davis: "A little harsh, wouldn't you say?"

"Janus Irving: "Shut the ******** up, Skid Mark."

Look at me, look at me
hands in the air like it's good to be
ALIVE
and I'm a famous wrestler
even when the paths're all crookedy
I can show you how to do-si-do
I can show you how to scratch a record
I can take apart the remote control
And I can almost put it back together
I can tie a knot in a cherry stem
I can tell you about Leif Ericson
I know all the words to "De Colores"
And "I'm Proud to be an American"
Me and my friend saw a platypus
Me and my friend made a comic book
And guess how long it took
I can do anything that I want cuz, look:
I can keep rhythm with no metronome
No metronome
No metronome
I can see your face on the telephone
On the telephone
On the telephone

Mark makes his way down the ramp, slapping the hands of fans on either side of him. A fan was waving a I sign that read 'Zout for National Champ' Zout stopped next to the little tike, too the kid's sharpie from his tiny hand, and scribbled his signature in the corner of the sign, resulting in several shrieks and screams from fans the boy's age all across the arena. Where he usually opts to take the stairs, he passes, but a young lady grabs him by the arm as he is doing so, handing him another sharpie and pulling her shirt down so that she revealed far more clevage than neccisary. With a wink to the camera, Zout signs her chest, drops the sharpie back down her cleavage. He then comes down to the announcement table, climbing on top. Ian Davis reaches down, handing Zout a large pressure-ized gun, which Zout carefully aims across the arena and pulls the trigger, launching one of his Shirts for Marks across the ring and into the second teir of the place. Ian then hands him another shirt, which he shoves down the barel, aims to a new location, and lets loose again. He follows suit again with the third he is handed by Ian before dropping the T-shrt launcher and hopping down from the announce table.

Look at me
Look at me
Just called to say that it's good to be
ALIVE
In such a small world
All curled up with a book to read
I can make money open up a thrift store
I can make a living off a magazine
I can design an engine sixty four
Miles to a gallon of gasoline
I can make new antibiotics
I can make computers survive aquatic conditions
I know how to run a business
And I can make you wanna buy a product
Movers shakers and producers
Me and my friends understand the future
I see the strings that control the systems
I can do anything with no assistance
I can lead a nation with a microphone
With a microphone
With a microphone
and I can split the atoms of a molecule
Of a molecule
Of a molecule

Zout aproaches the ring and rolls under the bottom rope, standing in the center of the ring, before walking to the the side of the ring where a tech crew member handed him several shirts, which he threw right handed in several directions all around the ring, a couple reaching up to the second tier. He then climbs atop the second rope in the corner, holding steady with his left arm while raising his right high. He mimics this at each of the remaining three turnbuckles.

Look at me
Look at me
Driving and I won't stop
And it feels so good to be
Alive and on top
My reach is global
My tower secure
My cause is noble
My power is pure
I can hand out a million vaccinations
Or let'em all die in exasperation
Have'em all grilled leavin lacerations
Have'em all killed by assassination
I can make anybody go to prison
Just because I don't like'em and
I can do anything with no permission
I have it all under my command
I can guide a missile by satellite
By satellite
By satellite
and I can hit a target through a telescope
Through a telescope
Through a telescope
and I can end the planet in a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
In a holocaust
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handle bars
No handlebars
I can ride my bike with no handlebars
No handlebars
No handlebars

As his special music for NLS' first ever PPV dies down, he decends from the turnbuckle, leaning back in that corner.

1! 2! 3! GO!

These numbers and letters were screamed over the P.A. system of the arena. The insightful fans knew immediately whose theme music it was. The usual hard hitting tones of Drowning Pool was shredding across the arena and raising an uproar from the audience. Step Up was the song that none other than the dare-devils H.A.L.O. used to make their entrance to. But as the high pitch riff trailed off, what was usually followed by the beginning lyrics was continuing downward trail of the riff. The riff kept going, staying longer than a guitar should allow, gaining an eerie edge within it. Some of the crowd went quiet as confusion set in. The riff echoed out of existence as a low hollow noise replaced it across all the speakers. It steadily rose in volume as white smoke began billowing up from beneath the entrance ramp and the lights turn down. The smoke completely hides the entire entrance as a half-screech booms over through the sound system.

REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!

An electric guitar starts off its steady tempo as the drums bring in a heavy beat. A couple of spot lights focus their light at the entrance ramp with the anticipation of the wrestler to walk in. Stepping out of the smoke stood Seraph, arms outstretched high with his fore and middle finger extended. The crowd now exploded the roof off with enthusiasm as the transition of entrance music only built up the audience. Seraph kept his head down and eyes closed as his lips moved in a silent prayer. He suddenly snapped his head back and swung his arms out, now making his way down the ramp.

Your Own. Personal. Jesus.
Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who cares.
Your own. Personal. Jesus.
Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who’s there.

The light’s in the arena turn back up to their normal intensity as Seraph makes his way down the ramp. He keep’s his arms out stretched to allow the audience to reach over the security barrier and clap or hold onto his open hands. At a point on the ramp he leaned back over the guardrail, letting the fans pat him on the back for proximity and yell out inspiration to him. Seraph obviously sucked in the energy the audience was oozing out. He leaned forward to go further down the ramp, only stand on the lower rung of the opposite guard rail and lean forward into the crowd. He was clapping anybodies hand’s that was within reach, especially the young ones. Seraph broke away from the crowd to continue back down the ramp towards the ring.

Feeling unknown and you're all alone.
Flesh and bone by the telephone.
Lift up the receiver, I'll make you a believer.
Take second best put me to the test.
Things on your chest that we need to confess.
I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver.
Reach out and touch faith!
Reach out and touch faith!

Seraph walked along the apron to the centre of the south end. A quick little hop onto his knee followed by a twirl brought Seraph up into a crouch with his back to the ropes. He crossed his arms, index and middle fingers extended, in front of his chest. His eyelids closed as he began to breath steady. His breathing slowly increased as he swings his arms out again. Seraph’s eyes flared open as a determined yell escaped his chest. His jacket opened at the bottom to allow his leg to sweep between the top two ropes. The rest of his body followed his leg as he kept a light rotating motion while in the ring.

Your own. Personal. Jesus.
Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who cares.
Your own. Personal. Jesus.
Someone to hear your prayers. Someone who’s there.

The music continues playing as Seraph is in the ring just bouncing for a bit. He then rushes to a corner to jump onto the second turnbuckle. His arm’s stay out behind him as he looks over the whole crowd slowly, taking in all the cheers being thrown at him. He hops back down to the ground and unsnaps the top of his collar. He continues ripping apart his jacket and passes it off to a ringside assistant. Time passes as the music keeps rolling and Seraph stretches out a bit.

Feeling unknown and you're all alone.
Flesh and bone by the telephone.
Lift up the receiver I'll make you a believer.
I will deliver, you know I'm a forgiver.
Reach out and touch faith.
Your own personal Jesus.
Reach out and touch faith.

The beginning of Killing time hit as the lights went out and an X was shown on the screen. As the music picked up, the pyro hit and Xw ran out to the stage, gloating as the crowd cheered. He stopped and took a look around for a couple of seconds as the crowd gave him an acceptable amount of cheering. He smiled and began to walk down the ramp.

On his way down to the ring, Xw tagged some hands. He stopped before the ring and jogged in place for a few seconds before bursting with a slide into the ring. He looked around while he was on the ground before getting up and walking to the middle of the ropes and hopping onto the middle one, holding the top rope with his left hand, and doing some one armed crotch chops. He jumped off the ropes and walked over to a turnbuckle, climbing to the top rope and making an X out of his arms followed by doing a crotch chop and then jumping off and back into the middle of the ring. He looked around for a few seconds at the men who had already entered that were standing on the apron, and smiled. he was ready for a good fight as he went to a corner, and stood there, still in the ring.

The announcer raised the mic to his mouth looking very professional as always. "Next, from Edmonton, Alberta, Canada, weighing in at two hundred and twenty pounds, the Bad Chyld, A, J, WANRER!" The lights quickly flashed green and pitch black as the fans jeered loudly.

Red eyes and tears
No more for you my love I fear
No more fear, no more fear, I'm in love

AJ Warner pushed the curtain out of his way with a blank expression on his face. Obviously he wasn't thrilled if you saw his promo before hand, but he was ready to put up a fight. He tightened his hand wraps with no flashy taunts or anything this time around. The Bad Chyld just walked down the ramp with a little smile this time, pointing to Xw and talking s**t like always. He quickly slid into the ring and awaited the match to start.

Tear Gutter in the center of the ring surrounded by rowdy and ready competitors. She put the microphone to her steady lips and began to speak. "And the last competititor in the Impress The Boss match weighing in at two hundred and forty eight pounds, hailing from Everett Washington, he is..."

I'm tearing away
Pieces are falling I can't seem to make them stay
You run away
Faster and faster you can't seem to get away
Break!!!

The lights flash blue and red at the curtain as a lone figures steps through it, his silluhette makes him seem large and deeper than any actual human being.

Ian Davis: "Wait the last person, I knew who had this theme song was the, the, THE POWERHOUSE!" this was shouted excitedly as Ian was awaiting another legend.

Janus Irving: "Your such a huge mark, Ian, you know that?" Janus said this abruptly.

Hope there's a reason
For questions unanswered I just don't see everything
Yes I'm inside you
Tell me how does it feel to feel like this
Just like I do

Ryan Ross steps through the curtain making certain, that he was the last member of this six man match. The fans boo loudly as Ryan steps forward a few steps and on to center stage. The fans in the front row of the aisle ways scream profanities and jeer the heel vigorously. Ryan noddes his head and starts his journey down the stage to the ramp.

I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
Do I really want this
Sometimes I scare myself I just can't let it go

Ryan walked down the ramp not looking at the ring at all just smack talking the fans as he passed calling them slobs, miscreants, or worthless piles of s**t. Ryan walked down to where a young boy sat happly waving his Mark Zout sign that was signed by the man himself Mark Zout. Ryan looked down at the kid and back up to the ring staring a hole through Mark, Ross thought for a moment and got momentarily blinded by the flash of Litimus's camera. Ryan blinked a few times and focused back on the kid. Ross reached out his hand slowly asking for the pen to sign his own name, the fan quickly handed over his pen and the sign. Ryan smirks up at Zout and signs it quickly, caps the pen, and gives it back to him. the fan reaches out for his sign but gets a big middle finger and Ryan ripped his sign in half the little kid looks up in tears as Ryan ripped it into little pieces and threw it on the kid as he turns to Zout in the ring and flips him the bird.

Ian Davis: "Was that really necassary, Janus? He hurt that poor kid's feelings, being a huge jerk." Ian said this heatedly as Ryan smirked.

Janus Irving: quickly interjected her own thoughts, "Well I'm thinking he's the only one man enough to win this match, he's the only one with the kill or be killed attitude."

Can you believe it
Everything happens for reasons I just don't know
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone
I don't care about anyone else but me
I don't care about anyone or anything but me
God damn I love me

Zouts face contorted in anger as he quickly ran towards the ramp rebounded off the ropes, and launched himself across the ring. He hit the ropes opposite the ramp and rebounded off them gaining speed with everystep Mark lept before he hit the ropes a second time jumping up and over the top rope and landing directly ontop of Ryan, who topples over with the flying Zout. Mark starts punching Ryan in the face delivering blow after blow as the two men wrestled around the matting on the outside of the ring. Ryan's music stopped and Jon Nite called for the bell as the match officially got under way. Matt and Aj looked at each other as if they had already devised a plan and they did. Both bad guys quickly started the beat down on the two unsuspecting faces. Seraph the veteran of the four in the ring gets the first blow by Matt, who gives him a stiff right hand in the kidneys, and a second to the small of the back. Aj delivered a high dropkick to the back of XW's head jumpstarting a heated fued - what could be a hellacious battle for the two warriors. Matt pushed Seraph into the ropes and ran away from him to the opposite ropes getting speed for a move. He rebounds hard and launches himself at Seraph with a ruthless intension. Seraph thinks quickly and drops to his back and pulls down the top rope causing Matt the going flying over and onto the outside. XW took a few more hits before lowering his head and through his shoulder into Aj's abdumin doubling him over still ontop of XW he threw Aj into the air and over the top rope with a back body drop.

Seraph and Xw looked to one another, then down to the bodies askewn over the matting outside the ring. Both men ran away from the mess of flash and bone, bounded off the opposing ropes, and srinted forward again. At this time, Matt and AJ were gaining their feet, and Zout and Ross were caught in a battle of punches that lead them in close and just beside the other two. Everyone on the outside ends their quarreling to look up as Seraph leaps over the ropes rotating foreward four hundred fifty degrees in a Somersault Suicida, while Xw Leaps up, spinning one hundred eighty degrees and springboards off the top rope in a moonsault, the two of them taking out all four other men.

With all six bodies already worn and tattered barely a minute into the match, the crowd around the arena were fired up, letting out whoops and hollars: "HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t! HOLY s**t!" The chant and sheer buzz of excitement from the spot was completely deffening.

The arena has been happy with the contests up to this point, the National championship crowned to none other then Alex lords in a surprise win. The second title match of the night is also the ending match of the Universal Championship Tournament, Sparco fought past the likes of Cody bogard, Johnny Maverick, and Viral. Hunter on the other side of the tournament rankings Defeated Figgy, Shadow Starr, and Ice. While Hunter held a controversial victory over Ice in the semi finals, he still managed to gain his spot here in the Main Event. Both stars have little experience with each other at this point, and will surely need to watch out for what the other could toss out.

Tear Gutter stands center ring, watching around waiting for her signal to start. With a thumbs up from a stage hand listening through a headset, Tear begins her announcement.
“The following matchup is scheduled for one fall, and is the National league of Superstars UNIVERSAL CHAMPIONSHIP! This match has a 60 time limit, and will end only with a count out, Disqualification, a three count, or Submission. Entering first from Conrner brook Newfoundland Canada, he is the Viper, HUNTERRR SULLIVVAAAAN”

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 Breaking Benjamin starts to play and blare. Sullivan is waiting in the gorilla position for the lyrics to hit before bursting out onto the stage. Fans are already responding in a harsh chorus of Jeers.*
Borderline, dead inside.
I don't mind, falling to pieces.
Coming in, violin, let's begin.
Feeding the sickness.
How do I simplify, dislocate, the enemy is on the way.

Show me what it's like to dream in black and white, so I can leave this world tonight.



*With the signal of the beginning lyrics Hunter storms out of his position, of course to a series of discriminating chants and boos. 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, a form of malevolence shines through. The ramp was laid out before him, en route to his goal. The championship*

Full of fear, everclear.
I'll be here, fighting forever.
Curious, venomous, you'll find me climbing to heaven.
Nevermind, turn back time.
You'll be fine, I will get left behind.

Show me what it's like to dream in black and white, so I can leave this world tonight.


*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.*

Hold me, I'm to tight.
Breathe the breath of life, so I can leave this world behind.

It only hurts just once.
They're only broken bones.
Hide the hate inside.

*The music died off and Sullivan dropped back to the mat, looking around the ring, making a few last mental notes, warming up nervous about finally getting his chance, he was going to do it tonight, gonna grab what he dreamed of.*


Hunter and Sparco stand in there respective corner the main event moments from unleashing its epic furry. The referee moves in to Sparco, making a quick check over of the man’s gear, turning out the expected weaponless attire. The Ref soon turned to Sullivan whom was waiting rolling his eyes back in his head, feeling this nothing more then a waist of time. The Ref made a fair search, finding nothing. Both men were now called to the center of the ring; the rules were explained in detail, going over the situation of a tie as well. Both men were ordered back to there corner, the point where the belt would be shown to the men skipped. The World Title Belt was to be reviled by the new instated general manager after the match. Sparco bounced around in his corner, shifting side to side with a slight jump. Sullivan was stretching out his legs, leaning to one side, extending the muscles to the fullest, repeating several times. The ref looks to both men, then to the time keeper signalling the bell.

Things are now underway! Hunter moves in low to the ground, and keeps an open possibility to spurting for an attack. Sparco moves in ready to guard his legs, knowing Hunters attack strategies. Hunter makes a quick mistake in Sparco’s point of view as he makes a break for the legs, quickly being forced to the ground. Sparco moves around the body gripping in a reverse waist lock on the more technically sound competitor. Sullivan moves the grip to a vertical where he has a better chance of breaking out of the hold. It works as Sullivan breaks the grip on his waist, taking Sparco into an arm wrench wrist lock. The captured arm was pulled up onto Sullivan’s shoulder for resistance, as he moves his arms over the elbow, pushing down. The arm bar doesn’t last long as Sparco drops down to the matt and arm wringers Hunter over head to the matting. Sullivan rolls on the landing and is shaken from the shock counter. Sparco is already on the move, charging in leaping with a cross body. Hunter, however shaken, still counters the attempt, catching the leaping wrestler. Sullivan quickly tosses the man’s lower half to his shoulder and plants a scoop slam.

Hunter moves in swiftly covering, getting a mere one count before Sparco kicks out and moves to his feet. Sullivan backs up slightly keeping an eye on his opponent, Sparco shakes himself clean before offering a lock up. Hunter smirks moving in and accepting the lock. Sparco is pushed back a bit before falling victim to a tight side headlock. Sparco fights in the hold before pulling back to the ropes, Irish whipping Hunter across the ring. Sullivan heads across the ring, followed half way by Sparco, whom stops in the center. Hunter makes the rebound and comes back to Sparco who makes a high leap frog, clearing Sullivan’s height with ease and skill. The Viper keeps running, rebounding off the ropes again, returning to center ring into a HURRICANRANNA! Sparco sends the deceiving Hunter for a loop towards the corner with the highflying manoeuvre.

Sullivan shakes himself clear of the toss, being caught off guard with the move. The manoeuvre its self didn’t take too much from him, however, set him back a few notches. Hunter stands up and leans in the corner slightly. Sparco seems to be getting slightly cocky, challenging another lock up. Sullivan doesn’t feel like being showed up again, taking the challenge in strive. Sparco is pushed back hard into the corner, given little chance to do much of anything. Hunter sends in a few cheap left and right hands knocking the smaller man around. The referee intervenes and pulls Sullivan off the cornered illegal assault, sharing a few harsh words. A match like this is definitely not one you want to get disqualified in. Sullivan makes a mistake turning his back to his opponent, choosing to return a few words to the ref. With that minor choice, Sparco takes up on the assault, bouncing to the second rope and shooting off with a missile dropkick. Hunter is nailed hard in the back, knocking him roughly to the canvas. Sparco makes a quick follow up, rushing the ropes, and returning, making a leap into the delayed drop kick, nailing the head. Sullivan in frustration rolls himself from the ring, holding his head from the attack. Hunter wanders away from the apron slightly to the edge of the ramp, before turning. TOPE SUICIDA!

Sparco moves back to his feet receiving a great reply from the crowd! Sparco chants start up as the smaller man drags Hunter to his feet rolling him quickly into the ring. Sparco makes a quick cover the ref sliding in ONE, TWO, kick out. Sullivan tosses up his shoulder bringing an end to the attack, and a continuation of the match. Sparco follows up not wanting to lose what he has already gained, grabbing Sullivan by the hair and to a seated position. Hunter is soon locked in a sleeper hold slowing down the pace slightly. Sparco grinds the arm and holds tight wanting to gain gold ASAP, Sullivan however, doesn’t think the same. Hunter shifts around gaining his ground enough to break a vertical. Sparco is rocked with some rough elbows, forced out of the hold before it could take full effect. Hunter sends his opponent into the ropes, meeting him on the return with a tilt-a-whirl back breaker! Sullivan holds down on the man, pushing his lower back onto his knee. Sparco’s arms wave around slightly, but he avoids tapping out, annoying Sullivan to some extent. Hunter pushes Sparco off his knee, bringing him back to his feet after the move. Sullivan takes Sparco and brings him up in a side walk slam position, holding him with one arm in taunt before dropping him in another back breaker. Hunter repeats the previous submission, wanting to gain a submission out of the lower back. The move brings no product, causing Hunter to retry his method again. This time round he merely picks Sparco back up off his knee, holding him up again by one arm, looking out to the crowd. The crowd returns to Sullivan boos, that quickly shift to cheers! Sparco counters, bringing both men down with a headlock take down! Hunter tries to push off the hold, but is unsuccessful, the head being held tight, squeezed. Hunter takes another root rolling the man to his side, bringing Sparco to his back. One two, roll back. The pin counter supplies no result as it’s brought back to the original position. Hunter chooses to take another attempt at a counter, fighting through the move and gaining another vertical. This puts Hunter in an ideal place for a counter, pulling up with a back suplex!-No. Sparco flips through landing on his feet; Hunter turns around confused into an ENZUFURY!

Hunter stands frozen for a second before toppling backwards and lying flat out on his back. Sparco doesn’t go for the cover, but instead bounces around the ring getting the crowd pumped up, sure signs that he’s really starting to enjoy the contest. Still with his wits about him he notices Hunter getting to his feet and simply stays behind him, stalking the unaware man. Hunter turns around to find where Sparco has got to and ends up meeting several quick jabs and kicks to his midsection. Sparco releases the feisty assault, but Hunter the bigger and tougher man manages to let loose one massive clubbing blow to the back of Sparco’s head; knocking him face first into the mat. Hunter angrily stamps down onto Sparco’s body, before grabbing a handful of hair and pulling Sparco up and pushed up against the ropes. He then looks about the crowd taunting them with a malicious grin before unleashing a massive open palm slap to Sparco’s chest which is followed by the audience wincing in unison. Hunter then slaps the reddened chest again and again until the overwhelming power knocks Sparco over the top rope but he manages to land on the apron. Sparco bends over and unleashes a couple of headbutts into Hunter’s midsection, but again Hunter just releases more clubbing blows, dazing Sparco on the apron. Hunter grabs his head, lifts Sparco up over the ropes and over the ring. He holds Sparco up high in above his head for what seems like eternity before slamming Sparco down into the mat in a strong STALL SUPLEX!

Hunter goes straight down for the pin in an effort to keep Sparco from regaining energy and forces him to kick out on the stroke of two. He stands, leaving Sparco on the canvas and takes two steps away from him before turning with a hop in his step and dropping down on to Sparco’s ribcage with a knee drop. Sparco gasps for air as Hunter lifts Sparco up in a standing front face lock and taunts the crowd. “IS THIS YOUR HERO?” the crowd boo wildly at the arrogant Sullivan before he drops down, driving Sparco’s head into the mat in a vicious DDT! Sparco lays face down into the canvas and Hunter stands above him, before lifting his left leg and locking in a single legged Boston crab! Sparco can clearly be seen in pain, his face scrunched up as he looks about him for a counter. With no ropes around him, Sparco manages to gain enough strength the roll forward; throwing Hunter over him. Hunter is straight to his feet but is knocked back down by a diving forearm attack from the youthful Sparco. Hunter once again jumps back up but Sparco is quicker on the attack and takes Sullivan’s legs out from beneath him with a low dropkick. Again Sullivan gets back to his feet, although this time a little more slowly and it gives time for Sparco to step back and when Hunter is at a vertical base, he runs and knocks Hunter on his a** with a big leg lariat!

The crowd cheer wildly as Sparco can feel the adrenaline running now. He throws fists passionately into the air, almost sensing victory so early on. He is thanking the crowd for their support but he knows there is still work to be done he turns towards his opponent... VENOM SNAP! Sparco drops like a sack of potatoes. The sheer brute force of that left fist sent a shockwave through his body and his leg is left twitching on the mat. Hunter staggers at his feet shaking his fist, the shot was hard, hurting Sullivan as well on the exchange. It wasn’t long before Sparco is covered, any other move would have been idiotic. One, Two, kick out. Hunter slams the mat as the smaller man rolls his eye from out of his head, shaking himself on the canvas. Hunter moves to his feet grabbing the spunkful star and bringing him with. The Viper intends on taking full advantage of the star while he is loopy. Sparco is lifted upon Hunters shoulders and placed high in the corner, top rope. Sullivan takes aim as he sends a few high shots hitting the smaller man around on his perch. Hunter begins to climb, only for his precaution shots to back fire. Sparco sends in a knuckle shot trying to prevent what even maneuver Hunter was attempting. Sullivan fires back with stiff elbows, gaining his upper hand in the position once again. Sullivan from the second rope takes hold of Sparcos bent forward body, launching in a gut wrench suplex!

Hunter and Sparco land hard on the matting, Sparco clearly feeling the more brute of the shot. Sullivan moves to his feet after the suplex, taunting out to the fans, hand movements around his waist. Sparco laid on his back grabbing back the air that was just knocked out of him. Hunter shows no means of letting up as he drops a hard knee across the chest, moving back to his feet and repeating. Sparco holds his chest rolling onto his back trying to perhaps gain himself back to his feet. Hunter smirks dropping another knee on the lower back of the downed star. Sullivan holds there grabbing Sparco under the chin, pulling up in a camel clutch maneuver. The knee is firmly set in the lower back, adding to the pain onto the maneuver. Sparco struggles for an escape, opting to take the easy route out, biting Sullivan’s fingers. Hunter bites his lip pulling his fingers from danger, getting angry from the counter. Sullivan seeks revenge, slapping the sides of Sparco’s head. Hunter grabs the Euro born star and drags him to his feet, dragging him slightly close to the ropes, hitting an inverted atomic drop. Sparco makes a grasp for his groin, but is quickly lifted back into the air, this time dropped chest first into the ropes! Hunter hit the flap jack off the ropes, backing up slightly as Sparco stagger on his feet. The Viper awaits the opportune moment before nailing a picture perfect drop kick. Sparco tumbles back and falls through the ropes landing on the apron. Hunter grins as he takes the top rope, looking out to the fans. Hunter springs up to the top rope and hits a high vertical landing on Sparco with a DOULBE STOMP!


Hunter tumbles to the out side matting afterwards but feels no more then a little bump. Sparco slides off the apron holding his chest in pain from the leaping move. Sullivan showing the fans that he holds athletic abilities as well. Following up on his assault Hunter drags Sparco to his feet planting him back down with a scoop slam. After the slam Sullivan drops an elbow, gaining a vertical once more before dropping another. Sparco seems rather out of it, which spawns the reason Hunter grabs him by the head, pulling him up to his feet in a front chancery. With a glance back at the barricade behind him Sullivan devises a plan of action. Hunter tosses Sparcos arm over his head seemingly going for a suplex, but is quickly countered rammed into the barricade instead. The Viper wont allow a turn around clubbing hard onto the back of the star. Hunter takes Sparco by the hair slamming his head into the barricade several times before lifting him up and dropping in a snake eyes. Sparco doesn’t get a chance to do anything before he is whipped into the apron, hitting back first and slouching down arching the impact point in pain. Sullivan looks out to the crowd before rolling into the ring, the count already at 6! The viper had devised a quick clever victory to the top, walking around awaiting the ten count. SEVEN, EIGHT, NINE, TE- No Sparco barely manages to roll himself into the ring and to the continuation of the match!

Sparco keeps his eyes on a Hunter who stands basically on the other end of the ring. Sullivan lets out a scoff as the star was able to return to the ring. Confident in the hurt he was able to place on the high flyer Hunter moves in offering a lock up. Sparco holds his lower back a bit and tosses the idea around in his head before moving in to accept it. The Viper smirks not connecting for the lock up but making a swipe with his palm. The slap misses as Sparco ducks under and comes up from behind, connecting a hard drop kick to the upper back. Hunter flings forward to the second rope, landing draped over the second rope. Sparco responds quickly heading off the ropes and returning with a TIGER FEIN- Sullivan backs off the ropes and avoids contact. Sparco steadies himself again standing on the apron, leaning back for seemingly a springboard. Hunter launches a fist as Sparco fakes a launch catching the technical star off guard, following up with a shoulder thrust through the second rope. Hunter doubles over, and is dragged to the matting with a sun set flip! One. Only a one could as Hunter rolls back and out. Sparco follows suit and shoots top his feet. The highflyer charges Sullivan leaping and twirling hitting a elbow nice twirling rolling elbow! Sullivan falls hard from the impact, Sparco hooking the leg and getting a two count off the strike. Sparco doesn’t let up wanting to grab hold of the match by the horns. Sullivan is pulled to his feet slightly dazed, Sparco attempts to whip the heel into the ropes. Hunter makes a counter sending Sparco in his place, but that turns to be a fault in game plan as Sparco handsprings off the ropes! Hunter is nailed with a rebounding elbow! Sullivan crashes to the canvas with another elbow shot, Sparco taunts the crowd slightly before hitting a standing shooting star press! Things are not over for Sullivan yet as Sparco shoots back to his feet. The light on his feet highflying wrestler takes aim sticking out his tongue and fitting Sullivan’s hurt body in a square box made with his hands. Making a turn Sparco speeds to the turnbuckle jumping to the second rope, and springing up to the top, bouncing off with a MOOONSAULLTTTT-NO!! Hunter moved to his feet and dodged the maneuver! Sparco lands on his feet and stumbles catching himself from dama- HALF NELSON SUPLEX!!



The ref checks on Sparco for a moment, Sullivan on the other hand merely smiles as he turns to the turnbuckle behind him. The viper starts to undo the pad without the ref noticing. Sullivan pulls the pad down slightly exposing the metal, turning around to grab hold of his victim. Hunter pulls Sparky off the ground to his feet but was quickly rammed back into the turnbuckle! Sparco had done so on counter, completely oblivious to the top turnbuckle situation. The ref also thinks the same, watching Hunter as his face cringes in pain. Sparco follows up sending left and right hands flurrying the man with blows. Sullivan finds himself defenseless as Sparky leaped up to attempt a hurracanranna, Sullivan managed a reversal. The viper pushes Sparco back in a flip, causing him to land on his feet. The exchange however, isn’t over as Sparco nails a follow up drop kick. Karma coming back to bite him in the a**, as his upper back was driven into the steel. Sparco has gained a clear advantage back as he drags the Viper from his corner looking to be setting up for somethi- EYE POKE! Hunter retorted with a double eye poke, staggering Sparco back. The star was completely blinded, the ref yells at Hunter for the act standing between the two men. Sullivan smirks and he steps forward with a fake, frightening the ref back into Sparco… SPARCO LAUNCHES THE REF IN A GERMAN SUPLEX!!!!!!

The blinded highflyer had made a blind, and crucial mistake! The ref had been mistaken for an attacking Sullivan, defending himself however he could. Hunter smirks at the act seeing his chance to take a victory. Sparco rubs his eyes and notes his mistake leaning down trying to bring life back to the Ref. The Viper takes his chance for a cheap shot, clubbing the star in the back of the head with a forearm. Sparco falls forward on the ref, being pulled right back to his feet and pulled into a front cancary, calling The Crumbler! It doesn’t call through as Sparco on the complete vertical of the move shifts his weight. The athletic star lands on his feet behind his foe, holding Hunter in an inverted cancary! CARDIAC ARRESST!!!! Sparco dives for the cover in a blind sense of happiness, only for the realization of the ref being out to clue in. ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE!! The fans count in detest. Sparco gets to his feet and moves to the ref desperately trying to awake him. It’s to no use, he’ll need a new ref, Sparco quickly looks to the ramp going to call for another ref….. THE REJECTS STAND AT THE ENTRANCE! Sparco looks to the downed Hunter Sullivan, it’s almost as if he had it all planned out. “********! ” Sparco lets out the verbal pack of rage as the Rejects work their way down the ramp smirking. He won’t let the match end like this, he will fight for his title, he won’t let it go after coming so far! As soon as the rejects got close enough Sparco sprinted jumping to the top rope, spring boarding off! SHOOTING STAR PRESS!! The Rejects go down! Sparco is met with rumbles of cheers as he lays in follow up, harsh, brutal shots to Spyke. In attempt to take the men out of the match and even the playing field Sparco heads for the apron, grabbing a steel chair.

Viral gets to his feet and is the first to be rocked with the chair, the giant doesn’t fall, another shot! Viral staggers back to the steel steps dazed and confused. Third times the charm! Viral tumbles over the steps after taking a steel chair drop kick. The fans cheer in unison “Sparco, Sparco.” The Euro star pumped as he turns into a CHAIR SHOT! Spyke takes down the highflyer with his own chair. Sparco falls to the matting holding his head in pain. The IRTI member pulls the match competitor and lifts him, rolling him into the ring. The fans like before react in unison, booing this time round against the Rejects. Viral gets back to his feet and comes round with a little trickle of blood running down his face. In the mind of revenge he takes Sparco’s dropped chair and slides into the ring after Spyke. Spyke drags the star by his arm center ring, placing his chair under Sparco’s face. The smaller Reject pats Viral on the chest signaling for him to do what is needed. Viral lifts his chair up taunting the crowd for the con-chair-to…. ICE AND BOGARD RUSH THE RING!!! Viral makes a swipe with his chair for Bogard, missing, getting it kicked back in his face by Ice! The fans are beside them selves as a brawl breaks out in the ring! Spyke is tossed to the out side by Bogard, whom follows the smaller star. Ice after kicking the chair back in Viral’s face tosses him out soon after. The ring is clean, only body’s remain. Ice and Bogard manage to fight the Rejects back up the ramp, forcing them back stage in utter brawl! Suddenly Hunter starts to stir, as does the ref. Hunter crawls towards the downed Sparco, whom lays center ring. The Villainous man draps his arm over the downed opponent. The ref takes a moment, but crawls to the cover. Fans stand at the edge of their seats. ONE TWO!!! KICK OUT!!

The fans explode in cheers as their home town hero fights back against the pin. Hunter pounds the matting, enraged! Sullivan pushes himself back to his feet moving to the corner eyeing his opponent, rubbing his foot on the ground. Sparco starts to rise to his feet, not aware of his surroundings, not until The Viper charges with the VIPPPEERRR SNAAAPPPP- What? No! Sparco ducks under it, pushing himself back to his feet afterwards bringing Hunter up in an electric chair! Sparco makes a bellowing yell as he pushes Hunter off his shoulders and down to the canvus… HI-JACKER!!!!! Sullivan falls limp, but Sparco doesn’t go for the cover, he heads for the ropes climbing them like the last rig of the ladder. This is it, his time to shine. CORKSCREW! Sparco makes the cover! ONE TWO THR-KICK OUT!! What? Sparco is confused and angered, another pin! One two threeeee- Kick OUT! Sparco gets to his feet and look around at the audience who are chanting aloud a THIS IS AWESOME chorus. Sullivan rolls over onto his stomach trying to muster some sort or return to action, failure is his only result. Sparco decides that he must take things to a whole new level to win the prize he yearns for. Spraco grabs the downed and dazed opponent and drags him to the corner, resting his lower back on the first buckle. Hunter is soon face-washed as Sparco scrapes his boot across his cheek, gaining a full four count before backing off. This doesn’t last long as Sparco runs to the opposing ropes and returns with a hard running boot. Sparco nods out to the fans as he holds the ropes, the fans returning him approval.

Sparco moves off the ropes and pulls Hunter to his feet and back into the corner, sending in back elbows. Sullivan leans back and takes the shots showing little ability to counter. Hunter is then assaulted with shoulder thrusts, ending off with a back flip, the fans watch on as Sparco charges forward leaping up for a knee-Sullivan drops out of the way!! Knee connects with steal as it’s realized that it’s the unbuckled turnbuckle! The fan favorite of the match drops to the matting and holds his knee in pain making yelps of injury. The ref moves in, the lower leg is next to hanging from the knee. Sparco shares aloud cries of pain! Hunter is still rather out of it and holds no conscious knowing of the predicament at hand. Stage hands start to rush into the ring looking and investigating the knee. It’s been dislocated. Sparco pleas to remain in the match but knows that he is asking an impossible request. The ref looks to the time keeper to ring the bell. The fans roar in boo’s, however, calm down when the realization of Sparco’s true injury dawns in. A stretcher is brought down ringside, but out right rejected. The refs and stage hands collaborate and help Sparco from the ring. Hunter staggers to his feet and holds the ropes, he is looking around confused, attempting to gain a grasp on the situation. Tear Gutter moves to the ring and speaks with the ref, she nods before pulling the microphone to her mouth. “This match has been called to an end, due to a sustained injury. Thus, your winner, and NEW UNIVERSAL-“ The fans roar with cheers? “STOP RIGHT THERE! This man will not be our first champion! Not like this.” The fans stand and roar not only with approval of the decision, but rather the man speaking it.

“I am your General manager! I AM BRIAN ******** BLADE! And I will not allow such a feat take place!” Blade stands atop the ramp and starts making his way down to ring side, seething with anger. “Hunter you have earned your place in the main event, earned to fight for the title but I wont let a title be handed to you, not today, not ever.” Sullivan has broken out of his sense of happiness in the idea of being champion is torn from him. In return the star takes a counteracting route, demanding a microphone. “Kid, you were wrestling a classic, a great match, but In terms of winning world gold, your not there just yet. Instead I will find a replacement. Not for tonight, no, for a month from now.” Hunter cuts in on the legend, not a fan of the choice at all. “What is this, I should be champion, no replacement is needed! I should be champion! I should be ******** champion!” Blade takes offence to the comment as he rolls into the ring. “I am your ******** boss, and if I feel you are not champion, your not champion, But you did win the tournament. And thus, next month at our next PPV you will face off against an opponent of my choosing, in a rematch of sorts. That match will choose our first and true Champion. Now if you want to argue this any further I’ll make you fight your way back up to that placement. So shut the ******** up. “ Sullivan feels defeated, almost letting words of anger fly from his mouth, but opting, to take the more intelligent route. “Okay, fine, you win. I’ll be at the next PPV, and I’ll defeat what ever jobber faced punk you send at me. I’ve already defeated who there is to defeat, Cody, Ice, Figgy, Shadow, Sparco. I pity you having to find a man.” Blade scoffs but is entertained with the comment none the less. “Okay, well looks like we have an understanding, punk. As for who you face, I’m putting notice on the roster right now, I’m watching.”

The PPV ends with Hunter and Blade sharing a spiteful handshake, The Viper not impressed with the situation at hand.