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Danny Daemon vs Spyke & Viral

The opening bass lines of 'Play Me' start, then it speeds up. Viral, Spyke, and Dr. Loki walk out, making several obscene gestures at the audience.

'Everybody's an Enemy
telling me lies and it's killing me
why they all want to get rid of me
Everybody's my enemy
Several try to disguise the devil in them
Wanting to get into my cerebellum but I'm
Ready and willing to tell them that I can't f with them
Exhale so hard it got my chest swelling
like my d**k does when watching nikkid women
do sick stuff on my porn collection on television'

'Trust nobody
I don't know who to call a friend
they all just pretend to be <******** Everybody this is to all of ya'll
cuz everybody is an enemy [x2]'

Announcer: Ladies and Gentlemen, making their way to the ring at a combined weight of 540 pounds…’The Monster from Manchester’ Viral…and the Spunky Super Sexy Soldier Spyke Gein….THE REJECTS!

The Rejects make their way to the ring, still insulting the audience. Dr. Loki takes the stairs, Spyke jumps onto the apron then jumps over the ropes, and Viral takes a big step over the top rope.

'Watching my own back
strapped in chrome, to my homies
where the tombstones at, where the hoes at?
Cuz to many didn't act like dikes, hermaphrodites
with benzene, amen
Look at the trash they biting
The life in times is kinda weaker
like the time and life of the sandman
on Apollo theater
imagine that another black with a hook
who pulls the wack talent off the stage
I'm enraged'

They each run at a turnbuckle and jump to the top quickly they each raise both of their middle fingers to the audience. They each meet back in the center of the ring.

The stadium is totally dark.
An ominous voice calls out
"Though he be a Demon, the scourge of the night. He shall be as a Star, the Earth's guiding light"

The lights turn back on and Danny is standing in front of the curtain with his arms spread and his head looking down.

Caught here in a fiery blaze, won't lose my will to stay.
I tried to drive all through the night,
the heat stroke ridden weather, the barren empty sights.
No oasis here to see, the sand is singing deathless words to me.

Danny lifts his head up and spits a mist of blood into the air.

Can't you help me as I'm startin' to burn (all alone).
Too many doses and I'm starting to get an attraction.
My confidence is leaving me on my own (all alone).
No one can save me and you know I don't want the attention.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring at 250 pounds…Danny Daemon….THE DEMONSTAR!!!

Demonstar runs towards the ring and slides under the bottom rope, he runs over to the top turnbuckle and raises both of his hands to the air

Sometimes I don't know why we'd rather live than die,
we look up towards the sky for answers to our lives.
We may get some solutions but most just pass us by,
don't want your absolution cause I can't make it right.
I'll make a beast out of myself, gets rid of all the pain of being a man.

Danny jumps down from the turnbuckle and takes off his coat.

Viral and Spyke each grab one of Dannys arms and whips him into the ropes. Danny bounces back to be hit by a dropsault by Spyke. The ref makes Viral go to a corner.

Spyke kicks Danny in the ribs, then roundhouse kicks him in the face, he quickly goes for a pin.

1…

Danny throws Spyke off of him and gets back up.

Danny snapmares Spyke and kicks him in the spine. Spyke stays sitting up and holds his back, Danny runs back to the ropes and bounces back, he hits Spyke in the face with a low dropkick, Danny goes for a cover.

1…

Spyke kicks out.

Spyke runs towards Viral, holding the back of his head.

Danny grabs Spyke by the back of his shirt and pulls him towards him, he quickly locks in a full nelson, then puts his right foot in front of Spykes left foot and jumps forward, hitting a Full Nelson Front Slam.

Danny gets up and Viral smacks him across the face as hard as he can. Danny slowly turns his face back to Viral after the slap, a look of total hate in his eyes. For probably the first time in GWA history, Viral has a look of fear on his face. Danny rears his hand back and punches Viral square on the jaw, Viral falls off the turnbuckle.

Spyke recovers while Danny is distracted and bounces off the ropes, he dropkicks Danny in the back and Danny falls over. Spyke jumps up in the air and plants his feet into Dannys back as hard as he can.

Spyke tags in Viral. Viral claps Dannys ears and whips him into the ropes, when Danny comes back, Viral picks him up and slams him back down for a perfect spinebuster!

Viral hooks Dannys leg for a pin…

1…2…

Danny kicks out…

Danny stays laying down and holds his back, which is obviously causing him a lot of pain. Viral stands next to him and jumps, then brings his knee down on Dannys back.

Viral hooks Dannys leg again.

1…2…

Danny kicks out.

Danny gets to his feet and Viral whips him into the ropes, Viral attempts a clothesline but Danny ducks under it and quickly turns around and quickly hits Viral with a Bridging Dragon Suplex…

1…

Viral kicks out and goes to tag in Spyke.

Spyke climbs to the top turnbuckle and Viral gets Danny to his feet and holds him up facing Spyke.

Spyke stands up and points down to his shoes. He jumps off of the turnbuckle and does a backflip (while facing the inside of the ring and moving forward) then kicks his feet out forward to attempt his Shooting Star Dropkick AKA the Nike-A-Go-Go.

Danny however, ducks out of the way and Viral is kicked directly in the face.

“Oh s**t” says Spyke as he looks down at Viral. Danny taps Spyke on the shoulder, Spyke turns around to catch a knee-smash facebreaker, Dr Loki gets up on the turnbuckle to yell at the ref, Danny takes this opportunity to set up Spyke for a powerbomb then powerbombs Spyke into the turnbuckle…Danny then quickly runs over to Loki and dropkicks him off of the apron and into the guardrails…

Danny looks around at all of the unconscious bodies and shrugs his shoulders.

Danny goes over to the turnbuckle and lays on the ropes (a la Eddie Guerrero) and waits for his opponents to regain consciousness. Danny appears to have everything under control, but doesn’t want to end the match just yet.

Viral makes his way to his feet first and Danny stands up, Danny runs to the ropes and clotheslines Viral out of the ring. In this time, Spyke gets up and waits for Danny to turn around, Spyke kicks Danny in the side of the head.

Spyke takes a phony martial arts pose and waits once again for Danny to get up. When he does, Spyke rushes to the ropes and does a flip then bounces off the ropes and hits Danny with a back-handspring elbow.

Spyke hooks Dannys leg for a pin…

1…2..

Danny kicks out.

Spyke quickly sets up, and hits a standing shooting star press and once again hooks Dannys leg for a pin…

1…2…

Danny kicks out again…

Spyke runs at the turnbuckle and hits his head on it repeatedly, screaming “DAMMIT DAMMIT DAMMIT” very loudly...

When Danny gets up, Spyke quickly locks in a mandible claw!

Spyke keeps the hold on as Danny lets out a muffled scream…Spyke starts kneeing Danny in the chest with the hold still locked.

All of a sudden Danny rears back with his right hand and punches Spyke right in the gut with all he’s got. Spyke backs off to a corner and coughs uncontrollably, Spyke tags in Viral.

Viral steps over the top rope and runs at Danny, hitting him with a clothesline.

Danny gets up and Viral grabs him by the neck and chokeslams him…Viral covers Danny for a pin…

1…2…

Danny gets his shoulder up!

Viral picks up Danny and walks over to Spyke and tags him…they both put him on the top rope and set up a double superplex…Danny breaks their grip and headbutts both of them until they fall off of the turnbuckle.

Danny points across the ring and shouts “Get ‘em Johnny!”. The Rejects, obviously believing they are about to be attacked by Johnny Chaos, turn away from Danny, which is about the biggest mistake anyone can make.

Danny flips off of the top turnbuckle and over both of them, hooking their heads as he falls. Hitting a Diamond Dust on both of them!

Danny gets up and looks down at the Rejects and admonishes them for not listening to his teachings and turning their backs on an opponent…

Danny looks at the audience…then promptly falls down flat on his face from sheer exhaustion…

The Ref begins counting them out…

1…no signs of movement from either Danny or the Rejects…2….Danny starts to stir….3…Viral and Spyke start to get up too…4…Danny is up on his knee….5…Viral gets to his knee and pushes Danny over…6…Viral gets to his feet…7…Viral helps Spyke up and Danny gets back to a knee…8…Danny gets to his feet…

Viral gets Danny up on his shoulders and hits him with a devastating Death Valley Driver.

Danny lays on the ground, spasming.

Danny gets up to a knee as Viral climbs to the top turnbuckle, followed by Spyke climbing on top of Virals shoulders and standing up, setting up for the Eliminator!

Spyke raises his middle fingers to the air then jumps off of Virals shoulders to attempt a suicide splash.

Danny rises up from his knee and catches Spyke! He then quickly swings to his side and slings Spyke at Viral, knocking Viral off of the top turnbuckle and sending them both to the outside of the ring.

Danny raises a fist to the air and the audience cheers…Danny then runs to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, he turns around and, when Viral and Spyke get to their feet, knocks them right back down with a moonsault.

A chant of ‘DAN-NY DAE-MON’ begins in the arena. Danny gets to his feet and rolls Viral back into the ring. Danny hooks his leg for a pin…

1…2…thr…

Viral gets his shoulder up!

“GET BENT!” shouts Danny at the top of his lungs as the audience begins to cheer.

Danny rolls Viral over onto his chest and wraps his legs around Virals head. Danny then reaches back and grabs Virals ankles and pulls his feet over his shoulders, locking in the Demon Bender!

Viral lets out a scream and tries to reach for a rope. Danny doesn’t notice Spyke climbing to the top turnbuckle.

Danny gets drilled in the back of the head with a dropkick and lets go of the hold.

Viral picks Danny up over his head and tosses him out of the ring…Viral tags Spyke and Spyke immediately goes to the tope rope…

When Danny gets to his feet, he is immediately leveled by a Corkscrew Plancha!

Dr. Loki distracts the ref as Viral goes out to work on Danny. Viral headbutts Danny in the head then sets up for the First Infection (AKA the Alabama Slam).

Viral has Danny up and slams him down on the steel steps, causing major damage to the back of his head. Viral rips off Dannys mask and the camera gets a good shot at the gash on the back of Dannys head…

The usually rowdy audience expresses concern for Danny.

Any concern they had is temporarily wiped away as Danny spits a mist of blood in Virals face. Danny ignores his pain. Danny puts his mask back on and rolls back into the ring. He walks over to Loki (who is still messing with the ref) and grabs him. Spyke tries to stop Danny but is met with a face-full of blood. Danny throws Loki into he ring and does what everyone in the arena has been waiting months to see happen again…

“LET’S GET TWISTED!!!” says Danny, signifying that the Twist of Cain is coming.

Danny hooks Loki in an inverted facelock and picks him up in a reverse suplex. He flips Loki over and slams him to the ground in a facebuster.

Danny then picks up Loki and tosses him into the audience.

Two blood-soaked and very angry Rejects make their way to the ring. Danny Double-Arm DDT’s Viral quickly but is nailed in the back of the head by a roundhouse kick from Spyke. Danny falls over and holds the gash on the back of his head. Spyke goes to the turnbuckle and climbs to the top, he jumps off and does a front flip, then lands on Danny with his head, hitting his finisher, Geinocide!

Spyke tags in Viral and then climbs to the top rope again…

Viral throws Danny with a fallaway slam and Spyke hits him with a diving double boot stomp in midair, hitting the Rejection!

Viral puts his foot on Dannys chest.

1…2…3!

*DING*DING*DING*

Announcer: Here are your winners…THE REJECTS!

Danny is left laying in the center of the floor. Spyke spits on him and Viral lights a cigarette. They both leave as Johnny Chaos and an official run out to help Danny to the back. They get Danny to his feet and act as crutches to get him to the back.

The Gallow

Hatebreed’s ‘I Will Be Heard’ drifts onto the speakers, the unaccompanied lyrics sends the fans to their feet. Slowly the music sifts into the arena, BK’s cue to emerge from behind the curtain, now with any sort of theatrics; he simply pushes the curtain to one side, his sights firmly fixated on the floor. His coat trails him, the lights flickering as many colors as possible around him.

Without warning, as Kutterman is halfway down the ramp Rogue’s lesser used entrance is heard, the simply said lyrics said as all the lights are cut, Kutterman slides beneath the bottom rope meanwhile.

The sound of revolution
The soul, my evolution

The lyrics brought a cheer from the crowd surrounding in blackness, barely five seconds passing before the lights return to their normal state to reveal Rogue and BK staring each other down from a yard away from the other.

Rosalyn Peters: The following match is, ‘The Gallow’!
This was met with a resounding cheer, the crowd obviously hoping for a decent show of brutality tonight.
Rosalyn Peters: A reminder of the rules; there are no disqualifications! The match continues until one man cannot further compete! All ropes are wrapped in barbed wire! The turnbuckles have no sandbags, and ANYTHING GOES! The chosen weapon for this week is acoustic guitars! Some even with a special surprise.
And now, closest to me, weighing in at a massive two hundred and eighty-six pounds, he is the monster of the GWA, at six feet and six inches, he is the challenger, he is known as Rogue!
For this match there was no favorite, another cheer comes from the crowd at the announcement of Rogue.
Rosalyn Peters: And his opponent, he is the innovator of destruction, the Hardcore God, a former BTWF Gaia Champion, at two hundred and thirty-six pounds, Bryan Kutterman!
As with Rogue a huge cheer sounds from the crowd, but Kutterman not showing any sort of reaction to this.

Glancing around him at the ring a look of almost terror is etched on Rogue’s face, although he is much taller than his opponent he still can’t muster a smile at Kutterman as the two step towards the other to meet in the center of the ring. The barbed wire wrapped on each rope glimmer in the light, Kutterman displays a look of delight at Rogue’s obvious nervousness towards the match. Kutterman’s laugh rings out through the small building, Rogue’s expressions turning to a look of pure hatred as Kutterman yells out, “Welcome to my home, your hell!”

Kutterman shakes his head to relieve the cobwebs after Rogue’s fist plummets into his cheek, the bell rings out behind them, Kutterman reacts with a well cut chop across Rogue’s chest, and another for good measure. Rogue takes a step backwards to balance himself, pulls his fist back and throws it back at Kutterman for the second time, for the second time it hit its mark, this time high on his cheek. Instead of waiting for an opening Rogue forges his own, pushing past Kutterman’s retaliation, a chop, to grasp his wrist. Rogue’s strength works to an advantage as he pulls Kutterman into an Irish Whip, but not to be out done in his own match Kutterman forcibly trips himself over Rogue’s outstretched foot, Kutterman tumbles to the mat, inches away from one of the six acoustic guitars. Wisely Rogue doesn’t move, instead he waits for Kutterman to stand, which wasn’t done in any hurry, the two sizing the other up from not but a meter away. Ten seconds pass before either of them move, when Kutterman turns side on to Rogue, fist clenched tightly and ready to strike. At this Rogue follows suit, raising a fist, Kutterman slowly bridges the gap between the two until he comes within his own striking distance, Rogue biding his time to strike. Rogue ducks the perfect instant to avoid Kutterman’s punch, dropping to one knee and plunges his own fist deep into Kutterman’s midsection; the Hardcore God doubles over, almost presenting himself to Rogue. This time a given opportunity Rogue sets Kutterman on his shoulder, lifts himself to his feet and sprints towards the ropes, at the last second throwing Kutterman from his shoulder and onto the propped up guitar and ropes. Kutterman’s body shatters the wooden guitar into a thousand shards, the body of the guitar hiding small pieces of glass that imbed into Kutterman’s back and help the barbed wire to cut Kutterman’s back up. The only indication of pain is a clenched fist and a wide eyed expression. Not giving Kutterman a moment’s rest Rogue drags Kutterman up with a fistful of hair, hooks him into position for a vertical suplex, and heaves up Kutterman, pausing for a second before he drops him on his back, slamming him back down into the mat.

Kutterman let out a groan, not a groan of pain, but anger, anger at the fact that he was being beaten by someone in his own match, his home ground. Kutterman’s hands steadied himself as he pries himself from the mat, his eyes firmly fixed on Rogue. Without a second thought for himself Rogue throws himself against the ropes, his skin being lacerated as he bounces back towards Kutterman, the monster with his arm out, completely misses Kutterman, running right onto Kutterman’s shoulders. Using Rogue’s momentum Kutterman drops to his side, planting Rogue’s forehead in the center of the mat in a Death Valley Driver. Kutterman himself staggers away from Rogue, falling on his knees, trying not to come in any more contact to the ropes. As if in a choreographed sequence both Kutterman and Rogue jump to their feet, Kutterman’s hand scooping up a guitar in the process, both spinning towards each other in time, Rogue’s fist outstretched, Kutterman’s guitar flying through the air, the guitar connects, the fist not. The guitar shatters around Rogue’s head, but Rogue’s stance doesn’t waver, Kutterman’s face contorting in anger, sending his own fist towards Rogue. One hit, two hits, three, four, five closed fisted shots slam into Rogue’s face, but only to move the bigger man back a step and cause a slight trickle of blood run from Rogue’s nose.
Rogue taking the beating forces BK’s face to contort into an expression of pure hatred and anger towards Rogue, Rogue sending a smirk right back at Kutterman, pushing BK to the point where he couldn’t take it anymore. Kutterman explodes from his stance, his arm out for a clothesline, but it needn’t be as he runs right past a lowered Rogue. Kutterman having to immediately put on the brakes so he didn’t throw himself right onto the ropes, using his arms to balance himself Kutterman kept his front unscratched. Unawares of Rogue though, Kutterman inhales deeply, Rogue sneaking behind him so they were back to back, Rogue hooking each on BK’s arms with his own, pulling the smaller man right onto his back and even lifting Kutterman from his feet. To keep his weight balanced out Kutterman hooks both of his feet around Rogue’s waist, whilst he struggled for his arms. Pulling BK right in to him as far as he could he doesn’t even have to move away from the ropes as he pushes BK up even higher by his arms, holding him there for a second before letting BK fall face forwards. BK’s body sags down between his feet being suspended by Rogue, and his neck guillotined on the barbed wire ropes. Being ever merciless Rogue pulls away from BK, dragging Kutterman from the ropes, revealing the blood-letting cuts all across his neck.

Rogue falls to his knees, holding his head in his hands, wiping the dried block from his face as he awaits his opponent to stand, Kutterman slowly turning his body over and making it to his own knees. Rogue stands a second after Kutterman copying like a shadow around the ring, the two making an invisible circle in the ring before meeting up, Kutterman’s busted body limping forward, Rogue looking still in decent enough shape. A chop ripped across Rogue’s chest, Rogue countering with his own chop, this time aimed at the unprotected neck of BK. BK’s groan of pain rattles through the entire arena, Rogue giving the Hardcore God a minute to regain his composure, letting BK step away towards the ropes. Without delay BK once again sprinted across the ring at his target, no clothes-line ready arm though this time, throwing all of his weight at Rogue, BK dips to his right. This doesn’t help any, Rogue catching BK on either side of his body, the bigger man easily lifting BK’s legs up and throwing his head under whilst he drops to one knee, slamming BK down in a well constructed Tilt-a-Whirl Back Breaker. Kutterman rolls from Rogue’s set knee, arching his back in pain, Rogue walking from one side of the ring to the other pumping himself up, grabbing the neck of a guitar in the process. Kicking BK to his stomach Rogue picks up both of Kutterman’s boot, and sets them back after he fixes his own legs in behind BK’s knees from the outside. Rogue begins to put pressure on the lower part of BK’s legs, pushing them back towards BK’s thighs, Rogue’s hands searching for the guitar, positioning it in front of Kutterman’s neck and wrenching back on it. Rogue continues the submission, tightening the pressure more and more every second, the stringed neck of the guitar further lacerating Kutterman’s neck. Ten seconds passes, then twenty, twenty-five, the glass contents of the body of the guitar spills out right beneath BK’s chest, Kutterman noticing, using one free hand to take a handful and throw in up and back into Rogue’s face!

Glass flies into Rogue’s open mouth, cuts his cheek and across his eyebrow, a second wave forces Rogue to relinquish the hold on his adversary. Kutterman crawls away from Rogue as both writhe in pain in the center of the mat, but he was still the first to make it to his feet, Rogue stumbling around, trying to rid the small shards of glass from his mouth, walking right into a right foot. Spitting blood across the ring Rogue doubles over, grasping his stomach in pain almost asking Kutterman to put him into the Standing Head Scissors. Pulling Rogue back a few feet Kutterman heaves the back end of Rogue up, before falling back to plant Rogue’s forehead deep into the guitar’s body, smashing it. Both men collapse on the mat, BK sitting cross legged in a daze, Rogue on his back staring right back up at the ceiling, three shattered guitars and thousands of glass shards lay about the ring, BK staggering to his feet, dragging Rogue with him to one of the clusters of glass and wooden pieces. Turning Rogue back first to the thousands of weapons BK did the same, standing behind Rogue and clasping his hands around his waist, throwing himself backwards, and Rogue up and over his head, throwing the big monster into the mess. Seconds after he lands Rogue’s body spasms, but rather than moving he kept with the pain, Rogue stays almost a deadly still. To keep the attack moving it was BK’s turn to search out a guitar, after finding one to satisfy his needs he lashes the fourth guitar across Rogue’s prone body, a second shot awakes Rogue, a third shot makes Rogue roll away under the ropes leaving BK alone in the ring. As to almost show his victory BK holds the destroyed guitar high in the air for all to see, Rogue falling down to his knees, nursing his chest as he searched beneath the ring. All that was visible to Kutterman of Rogue was his head bobbing up and down by the ringside, and that was enough for him, Kutterman flying across the ring, dropping his boots in front of him at the last second, throwing them into Rogue’s skull. The impact threw Rogue across the narrow space between the ring and the railing, his a cut across his eyebrow now expelling a fair amount of blood, the fans getting a handful of blood as they patted him.

It’s BK’s turn to slide beneath the sharpened ropes, receiving a fan’s chair on the way over to Rogue, before BK reached Rogue he opens the chair, setting it down in the middle of the aisle-way, giving a confident smirk to the crowd. Using both hands, instead of just one, BK hauls Rogue to his unsteady feet, back turned to Kutterman, Rogue took a tiny step backwards, BK lowering his body to catch Rogue’s right leg over his shoulder and Rogue’s neck with his other arm. With all his remaining strength BK lifts Rogue on is shoulders, and drops right back down to land Kurt Angle’s Olympic Slam! Rogue’s weight crumbles the steel chair, the two hundred and eighty plus man not even registering a reaction for at least five seconds after the impact, until finally he lets out a low groan. Even while giving up fifty pounds to Rogue, Kutterman still manages to pull Rogue back to his feet, and once again into the standing head scissors, Kutterman lifting Rogue up by his stomach, throwing Rogue down haphazardly into a half completed Powerbomb onto the flattened chair.
Standing side on to Rogue, BK puts one foot on his chest, his face once again written with anger as he points out to the crowd. Without warning the big, claw like hand of Rogue warps around BK’s ankle, his other hand hacks at the back of Kutterman’s knee. The surprise attack causes BK to lose his balance, fall forward and for the second time in the neck get guillotined, this time on the guard rail. The rail provides enough support for Rogue to stand, BK clutching his neck in pain, the cuts reopening and blood is seen seeping through Kutterman’s fingers, Rogue pulls BK towards him, sending a blood splattering chop across Kutterman’s neck. Specks of red were seen all up and down Rogue’s arm as he pulls it away from Kutterman, his left fist a close follow up to his chop, slamming into BK’s face. A long, loud cheer rises up from the crowd as Rogue pulls Kutterman back towards the ring again, pushing him into the ring, Rogue searching beneath the ring again, this time getting the chance to brandish a wooden trestle table, sending it into the ring after Kutterman. This earned a second cheer from the crowd, Rogue however not tending to the table, but following up on Kutterman by bending down and pushing himself under Kutterman’s legs, standing up so Kutterman sat on his shoulders. Rocking backwards Rogue couldn’t stay standing, collapsing backwards into the Electric Chair Drop to slam Kutterman’s back dangerously onto clear mat.

Kutterman lay prone, his limbs sprawled out on either side of him, Rogue using the time to his advantage as he turns his attention to the table, pulling out both of the legs of the trestle and flipping it the right way up. The two remaining guitars were also thrown onto the table, Kutterman, being the last ingredient to the recipe of destruction, is finally added to the table, Rogue turning his back to the table as he places one boot cautiously on the bottom rope. Before the monster could even make it to the second rope a hand grips his shoulder, turning Rogue on his heel to meet a fist, another fist to the face and a gut busting knee drops Rogue to his knees, and finally a right boot was enough for Kutterman to pick Rogue up and put Rogue on the table. No time wasting, no looking back and no cocky grin gave Kutterman enough time to almost leap to the top of the turnbuckle, his back still turned to Rogue he sends the slightest glance backwards as he throws his body towards the heavily laden table. Rogue’s ring sense gave him the intuition to roll off the table and onto his knees, the big man crawling away as BK’s body crashes through all the wood! The carnage, enough to make any man cringe as Kutterman was almost unconscious between millions of tiny pieces of wood, gave Rogue the time to slowly make his way to the turnbuckle. First rope, second rope, using all his balance Rogue made it to the third rope, watching where his feet were placed he turns his back to the crowd, points down at Kutterman and leaps…

… Rogue’s legs flew out from beneath him, Rogue making an entire half turn by the he collides with Kutterman, head first, the Shooting Star Press most obviously being botched as Rogue’s neck snaps under his weight!!! The crowd let out a unified gasp as Rogue rolls away from Kutterman, who is also not moving, Rogue’s arms clutching his neck with his head tucked, paramedics sprinting towards the ring to come to Rogue’s aid. Loud groans of pain are heard from Rogue, but his face isn’t visible, his head is tucked right into his chest, but the groans are relentless, the pain is obvious, Rogue’s body slowly coming to a stop, as do Rogue’s yells, and he simply lies with his neck tightly held. The bell sounds loud throughout the small arena signaling the end of the match, Rogue still holding his neck tightly, but otherwise unmoving, BK neither making any moves.

Rosalyn Peters: This match has been called to a finish as neither competitors can continue.

The announcement didn’t even have any impact on the crowd as every person was standing, every set of eyes in the building locked on Rogue as his neck is fitted with a neck brace and he is lifted onto a stretcher. Kutterman was also being tended to by a paramedic, but he was soon to stand, rubbing at his numerous wounds as he climbed through the ropes, now relieved of their barbed wire. All the while Rogue’s body is carted away past all of the concerned fans and past the curtain at full speed…

Hated vs The Unholy Meatpuppet

Roselyn Peters: "The following contest is scheduled for one fall with a time limit of sixty minutes, and it is your main event of the evening!"

"Introducing first, originally hailing from West Chester Pennsylvania, and now residing in North Aekea, weighing in at Two Hundred and Forty Five pounds and standing a tall Six Feet, Four Inches, he is a former World Heavyweight Champion, he is The Unholy Meatpuppet!"

The house lights in the small arena quickly shut off, sending the fans into darkness. A small strobe light located somewhere near the entrance curtain slowly begins to pulsate along to the drum beat of AFI’s "The Leaving Song".

Walked away, heard them say
"Poison hearts will never change,"
Walk away again.

Unlike usual, Puppet doesn’t make the GWA fans wait for very long and quickly emerges through the curtain. The crowd let out a mixed reaction with a few cheers among the massive chorus of boo’s. As the flashing strobe light behind him lights up his silhouette it is clear that his right arm and elbow is heavily bandaged after taking the brutal assault from Sparco the show prior.

Hard to notice gleaming from the sky,
When you’re staring at the cracks.
Hard to notice what is passing by with eyes lowered.

Puppet quickly pulled himself to the ring apron with the help of the middle ring rope, and made his way into the ring. The crowd still booed, jeering and yelling insulting remarks into the ring, a fan audibly yelling “And people said that Sparco was on a losing streak!” Puppet just brushed the comment off with a rude hand gesture towards the fan, as he knew too well that his last two matches had resulted in losses.

All the cracks, they lead right to me,
and all the cracks will crawl right through me.
All the cracks, they lead right to me,
and all the cracks will crawl right through me, and I fell apart

Slowly the song died out before reaching its end, as it normally does, and the lights throughout the arena slowly return to their normal opacity. The fans continued to play with Puppet. Continuing to boo and chant obscenities at him with the occasional cocky fan yelling out a derogatory comment towards his current wrestling. Puppet either ignored them or occasionally replied with an obscene gesture of his own, all the while continually adjusting the bandaging and brace around his elbow.
“And making his GWA return, Hailing from Youngstown, Ohio, Weighing in at Two Hundred and Twenty Pounds and standing a tall Six Feet, One Inch, he is the Cynical Shogun! Andrew ‘Hated’ Clearwater!”


I AM HATED!!!!!

Woh oh ah oh........you know!!
Woh oh oh.....hate breeder woh.
Woh oh ah oh........hate breeder woh.

"Making his way to the ring.......from Youngstown, Ohio......weighing in at two-hundred and twenty one pounds........Andrew......Hated......Clearwater!"

::As the announcer introduces A.C. to the crowd, Hated begins walking out from the curtain, facing the crowd with his "Orton esque" pose, with his arms stretched outward and his fingers extending towards the cheap seats::
::Then, Hated stands stiffly on his legs, roaring to the crowd with his head leaned back as his hands extended out into the sky. Then, he paces cockily down the isle with a smirk on his face::

Brain invasion goin' on in everyone
You feel the things to make a world turn angry red
Because the next time you can't take it
Next thought...murderlation
And hate is all you wanna know
Woh oh oh.....hate breeder woh.
Woh oh ah oh.....hate breeder woh.
Woh oh oh.....hate breeder woh.
Woh oh ah oh.....hate breeder woh.

::When Hated gets to the ring, he walks up the steps, and enters the squared circle through the middle and top ropes. Then, he goes to the turnbuckle, opposite of the stairs he came in on, and stands on the turnbuckle's second rope::
::While standing on the turnbuckle, Hated points to a random member of the crowd, and bends over. Then he comes up fast, with his eyes closed, a slight grin on his face, and both arms stretched outward::

Because you were bred to take it
Next stop annihilation
They bred the hate right in your ********' bones
Woh oh oh.....hate breeder woh.
Woh oh ah oh.....hate breeder woh.
Woh oh oh.....hate breeder woh.
Woh oh ah oh.....hate breeder woh.

Hated drops from the corner turnbuckle and turns to his opponent, who just glared back at him with anger in his eyes as he continued to adjust the strapping on his right elbow. Hated sends a smirk in the direction of Puppet, but Puppet replies only with his continuos glare. A small section of the crowd begin a “Welcome Back” chant, but it quickly died away as it failed to catch on with the majority of the crowd. The signed referee for the match, Peter London, checks to see if both men were ready to start the match...

...Then rang the bell.

The two didn’t make a move, no circling the ring, no face to face confrontation and no rushing into an elbow and collar tie up. They just stood, still adjacent to each other, still glaring each other deep in the eyes. Despite the two wrestler’s long history in the GWA, this is the first time that the two have ever wrestled one on one, though the two being the caliber of wrestler that they are no doubt studied hours of tape scouting each others weaknesses. Clearwater seemed to have lucked out, with Puppet’s current weakness being displayed by layer upon layer of white tape and bandaging. Slowly the two approached each other, each man with their arms raised to collar bone height, seemingly ready to lock up in a collar and elbow tie up. The two locked up in the middle of the ring, but the smaller and lighter Hated took control almost immediately, with the injured arm of Puppet not enabling him to take the pressure of the hold. He quickly broke out of it and backed away. Hated again smirks at Puppet, before inviting him for yet another elbow and collar tie up. Puppet slowly approaches Hated again, his arms raised as they were before. The two approached each, much slower than they did before. They got to such a close distance that they could touch the tips of each others fingers when Hated leaped in the air and hit a standing dropkick directly to the injured elbow of Puppet, which quickly sent him to the ground. Puppet quickly grabbed his elbow in pain, but Hated refused to give Puppet a break. He had alluded to this earlier in the week with his promo that Andrew cut earlier in the week saying that any weakness that Puppet showed, he would be unrelenting on any weakness that Puppet dared to show. As hard as Puppet may have tried to hide the pain of his previously dislocated elbow, it is hard to ignore the bandaging and strapping around it.

Clearwater planted Puppet with a few quick toe kicks right on the elbow, as Puppet tried to roll out of the ring and away from any further punishment. Andrew stood in the centre of the ring with his hands on his hips as Puppet stood a mere few inches away from the ring apron, shaking his right arm violently and readjusting his protective bandaging. A fan at ringside yelled towards Puppet, “Get back in the ring and fight, p***y! It’s just a sore arm!” Puppet immediately whipped his head around to face the teenage fan and began to verbally berate him. The two stood a few feet from each other, each yelling their profanity riddle diatribe towards each other when suddenly Puppet’s face was driven into the top of the guardrail after a baseball kick between the first and second rope by Hated. Puppet’s skull bounced off of the top rail before he spun one hundred and eighty degrees in a daze and resting against the rail, his arms draped outwards across the top bar. Andrew quickly got to his feet and began to strike Puppet’s injured arm once more with a few clubbing axe-handle like blows. He then jumped over the rail and ventured into the crowd as Puppet again began to cradle the injured arm. Hated grabbed the arm as he stood directly behind Puppet, before spinning him around and slamming the elbow joint down hard across the top of the guardrail. Puppet let out a loud cry of pain before collapsing to his knees, his arm still draped over the rail. Hated spun around and folded up a chair, that a fan had been sitting on before fleeing the area, and held it high over his head, threatening to strike Puppet’s arm. Peter London, who still stood in the ring, loudly threatened to disqualify Clearwater if he even thought further about using the illegal weapon. Andrew merely threw the chair to the side before leaping and hitting another standing dropkick to the arm of Puppet.

Puppet crumbled into a heap at ringside, ripping away the amounts of bandaging that surrounded his injured arm to relive any extra pressure that it may be giving. Hated merely peered over the rail at his foe, a smirk growing across his cocky face as he realizes that there is no way that he can now lose. Puppet throws away the remaining padding from around his arm to the side, and stumbles towards the ring apron and rolling into the ring. The crowd behind Hated urge him to get back into the ring to finish Puppet off, as he just lied dead in the centre of the ring, cradling his arm and fighting the pain. In one swift movement Hated hopped the guard rail and jumped onto the ring apron, sliding through the ring ropes into the ring. As soon as Andrew’s feet hit the canvas Puppet looked up, staring his opponent in the eyes. As Hated approached his enemy Puppet quickly tried to crawl backwards, trying to protect his arm from any further injury. Though it seemed to be in vein. Hated systematically went back to work on the right arm of Puppet, landing kick after kick dangerously pinpointed to the elbow joint of Puppet, who with every kick winced and let out a small cry of pain. Hated dropped to the mat and placed Puppet’s a basic arm bar, stretching the elbow joint to the limit. Puppet quickly tied his feet up in the nearest ring ropes forcing a rope break, but Hated refused to comply.

Peter London begins to count...1....2....3....4...Hated let’s Puppet’s arm loose.

Hated quickly got to his feet, and began again with the devastating kicks to Puppets arm. The Cynical Shogun then halts for a moment to look back at the crowd. AC then returns to Puppet, and begins to lift the Meatman up to his feet, and then back into the left turnbuckle corner of the south ropes. Hated then places Puppet’s arm over the top rope, and then grabs from underneath it. Puppet hollers as Clearwater twists his injured arm that’s wrenched over the rope. Peter London then counts once again....1....2....3....Hated releases the arm. Hated then looks back at London, and attempts to scare the ref into backing away, which Peter does not. Hated then returns his attention back to Puppet, and grasps onto Puppet’s right arm with his own right hand. Hated then leans into Puppet, and then backs away forcefully enforcing an irish whip into the opposite direction. Puppet begins to dash for the right turnbuckle of the north ropes, but Hated keeps the hold onto Puppet’s right arm. AC twists Puppet’s arm as he ducks underneath the bridge of opposing arms, and then brings his right leg up to execute a spinning back kick. Hated’s foot nails Puppet square in the kisser, and sends the Meatman down to the black and white canvas. Hated quickly goes for the pin cover, hooking the leg of Puppet. London gets down on all fours as he begins to slam his palm against the mat.

1....2....Puppet kicks out.

Hated then returns to his feet whilst holding onto Puppet’s head. As Clearwater brings Puppet to a vertical basis, Hated begins to grab a hold onto Puppet’s injured arm. The Cynical Shogun the wrenches Puppet’s own arm behind his back, as Hated stands behind him maneuvering a back hammerlock. Puppet yells for a moment, and then slaps the shoulder of the arm within the hammerlock. As Puppet does this, London asks the Meatman if he wants to give in. Puppet shakes his head in defiance, and yells “No!” out to the crowd. Both men move to the center of the ring with Puppet’s arm still locked into the submission hold. Once near the center, Hated starts lifting Puppet up backwards off of the ground. Puppet is lifted high into the air by AC, and then maneuvers hi way behind Hated, which causes Clearwater to lose the injured arm of Puppet. Puppet, now behind Hated, quickly takes Hated’s underneath his left arm and executes a reverse ddt, sending both men down to the mat. The back of Hated’s head hits the mat hard on the canvas, as does Puppets. However, Puppet holds tightly onto hi unholy arm as it revels in pain. Hated stirs and then gets to his feet, as Puppet tries to do the same. Both men try to elevate themselves more steadily by using the east ropes. With Puppet still trying to gain his balance, Hated delivers a closed right fist to the left side of Puppet’s face. Puppet moves to block, preparing for another hit from Hated, but AC brings Puppet up to a standing position and begins to deliver chops to the Meatman.....*SMACK*.....*SMACK*......*SMACK*......Directly after the third chop, Puppet feels within himself that enough is enough. Puppet then delivers a left forearm to Hated’s right side of his face. Then Puppet executes a knife edged chop. Next, yet another left forearm to Hated. And then, another back handed chop. As Puppet begins to gain control of the match up with his forearm/chop combo, Hated backs into the turnbuckle corner right of the north ropes. Puppet begins to delay his onslaught for a slight moment. Then, the Meatman uses the uninjured arm to begin choking the life out of Hated by forcing the elbow directly into the throat area of Clearwater. London begins the count, but before he can utter a one, Puppet backs away from Hated. Puppet backs up into the center of the ring, and then sprints forward and nails a big boot into Hated’s left shoulder, pin pointing the Cynical Shogun’s weakness.

Puppet brings his foot back down as Hated yells out into the air whilst grasping his left shoulder with his right arm. Puppet then move back towards Hated, smacks Clearwater’s right arm away, and starts to beat it with his left forearm shot after shot after shot after shot! Puppet then halts, and brings his left forearm up in the air for what looks like a thunderous left strike, but Hated quickly sticks out his right arm, and delivers a thumb to Puppet’s left eye. Puppet backs away for a moment, trying to pick at his eye. AC hurriedly lifts himself onto the second turnbuckle rope. Puppet faces Clearwater as the Cynical Shogun leaps into the air with a forward somersault. In the air, Hated wraps his right arm around Puppet’s head, and forces the Meatman down to the mat backwards with a one am over castle. Hated’s back hits the ground hard, but Puppet’s makes a sickening thudding sound. Hated then scurries to his feet, and begins to stomp away at Puppet’s injured arm while holding onto his own. After the kicks delivered by Clearwater, the Cynical Shogun gets down on all fours, and turns Puppet over onto his stomach. Hated then moves to the head area of Puppet on all fours, and begins to execute a laying head lock with Puppet starring at the canvas. Hated wrenches the head of Puppet, trying to cut circulation. Puppet then begins to try and stand. Puppet gets his left foot underneath him, and then his right. Hated follows through as well, getting his feet underneath himself. Puppet then quickly wraps his arms around Hated’s torso, locks the hands, and then lifts Hated back behind him for a fisherman suplex! Hated hits the mat with Puppet’s arms still locked around him. Puppet bridges the suplex for a pin cover. London moves into count. Before Peter can slam his right hand into the canvas, Hated begins to wrap his own arms around Puppet’s torso, and push off of his own back with his feet, forcing he and Puppet up off of the ground in a giant bridge of bodies. Once high enough, Hated begins to turn the equation over, with Puppet doubled over, and Hated standing. Once this has happened, Puppet drops to his knees, and pulls Hated forward, flipping him over his unholy shoulders with a fireman’s carry. Hated’s butt hits the mat, with his back against Puppet’s left knee. Puppet then reaches with his left arm, and wraps his arm around Hated’s neck, executing a headlock with the knee driving into Clearwater’s back.

Hated reaches for any ropes near to him, but alas, both he and Puppet are dead center in the middle of the ring, facing the west ropes. London kneels to one leg, and asks if Hated wants to give into the pain. Hated yells out defiant words, as he shakes his head. After a moment of yelling from Hated, Puppet switches up the hold, now wrapping his right arm around Hated’s throat. Puppet then reaches for Hated left arm with his unholy left arm. Puppet clasps his hand around Hated’s wrist, and then pulls back with all of his might. Hated yells in complete agony as Puppet pulls dearly on his possibly re-injured left arm. Hated direly puts his right leg up next to him, and begins to lift himself up off of the ground. Clearwater then puts his left leg underneath him, trying to elevate himself even more. Puppet’s arm still wrapped around Hated’s neck, as the Meatman begins to stand erect as well. Puppet, still holding onto Hated’s left arm, squeezes Hated’s throat area to try and regain control. Hated then starts to moves his feet forward, and evidentially grabs onto the west ropes with his right hand. London taps Puppet, and explains to him the consequences of keeping th hold on Hated. Puppet ignores this however, and pulls Hated back to the center of the ring. Hated then quickly back elbows Puppet in the right side of his unholy face. Clearwater then elbows Puppet once more, forcing the Meatman to release Hated’s left arm and throat. Puppet then stumbles back up against the east ropes, and checks his mouth for blood with his right hand. Hated hold his arm as he turns towards the east ropes, and faces Puppet. Puppet looks up at Hated, and vice-versa. Puppet then runs for Hated. Once close enough, Hated hooks Puppet’s arm and flings him forward executing an arm drag. Both Hated an Puppet quickly get up, and Puppet then runs for Hated once more. Hated then hooks the arm, and delivers another arm drag that send Puppet across the ring. Both Hated and Puppet get up hurriedly once again. This time, Hated runs for Puppet with a clothesline in mind. Hated sticks out his injured left arm to deliver the clothesline, but Puppet snatches the arm of Hated and brings him down to the mat with a crippler crossface!

Peter London slides in on all fours to try and evaluate the situation. Hated’s right arm outreaches for anything at all to get a hold of, as his left arm his being pulled back away from his arm socket. Puppet hollers towards Hated for him to tap out. Hated’s right arm flails crazily as his eyes are being blinded by Puppet’s locked arms. As Puppet has the crossface locked into Hated near the west ropes, Hated grabs out and manages to get a hold of London’s shirt. Hated violently pushes London to the side, knowing that he is not the ropes, and begins to search the canvas floor. Puppet pulls back harder which forces Hated to cease his search for the bottom ropes, and grab at Puppet’s arms to try and pry away his unholy arms from around his cynical face. Hated then reaches out his hand, and lifts it high into the air as it looks like he is going to tap out to the crossface. Hated then places his hand on the canvas slowly, and pushes off, forcing both he and Puppet rolling into the direction of the center of the ring. Once in the center, Puppet is on his back with Hated on top of him with the crossface still locked onto Clearwater’s head, but not his left arm. Hated then begins to reach down not being able to see where he’s reaching. AC then grabs a hold of Puppet’s right foot which was wrapped around Hated’s stomach along with Puppet’s left leg. Hated then begins to pull Puppet’s right foot up to his chest, as Clearwater maneuvers his hands around the heel of the Meatman’s right foot. Puppet then starts to yell out in pain, and the crowd erupts in cheers, knowing that the anklelock has been locked in!

Hated then wraps his arms around the right ankle of Puppet, and quickly moves to his feet. Puppet turns over onto his stomach as Hated stands, twisting the right ankle of the Meatman. Puppet yells out to the crowd as he tries to crawl towards the south ropes. Hated screams for Puppet to tap out to the anklelock, but Puppet just shakes his head as he refuses to tap. The crowd chants for Puppet to tap, but Puppet hollers curse after curse towards them as he still crawls. Puppet then becomes a foot away from the bottom of the south ropes, and he sticks his left arm out to grab onto the rope. Just before Puppet can snatch the proverbial “life saver”, Hated pulls Puppet’s body backwards, by his ankle, and begins to twist even harder. Puppet yells in fury as he pushes his body up off of the ground, and begins to turn over....The Meatman turns over, and pulls Hated in closer to him. Before Hated can move back once more, Puppet brings his left leg into his body, and kicks Hated’s left shoulder hard! Puppet then brings in the leg once more, and kicks Hated in the left shoulder yet again. This time, Hated drops the right ankle of Puppet, and scales backwards, and up against the north ropes. Puppet gets to his feet unsteadily, as Hated begins to sprint from the north ropes. Once close enough, Hated trip kicks the back of Puppet’s legs, sending the Meatman to the mat. Hated then hooks Puppet’s leg for the pin.

1...2...th...Puppet kicks out.

Hated stands on his feet, looking angrily at London, as Puppet lays horizontal near the south ropes. Hated then looks down at Puppet, and then looks over to the north ropes, and then back at Puppet. Clearwater then begins to run for the north ropes. Hated bounces off.....makes his way back......and then baseball slides Puppet onto the outside floor. Puppet lands onto the ground outside of the ring, as Hated begins to stir to his feet. Hated then runs over to the left turnbuckle of the north ropes, and then waits for a moment. On the outside, Puppet begins to get to his feet, shaking off the cobwebs. As soon as Puppet begins to get to his feet, Hated runs straight to the right turnbuckle of the south ropes, scales the second and top turnbuckle pad, and then leaps off, in the direction of the outside. Hated flies through the air looking to land a flying clothesline, but Puppet catches Clearwater in mid-air and executes an STO!!!

Hated hits the outside floor with a devastating thwack after being hit in mid-air by his own move, air supply, by the Unholy Meatpuppet. Puppet falls to the side of Hated after mustering enough strength within his injured arm to aid him in sending Hated to the ground. Both wrestlers lay on the outside floor as the crowd in attendance goes wild with excitement. London slides underneath the south ropes, and moves to check on both men. Puppet tries to push himself up, as Hated grabs at the back of his head, possibly signaling a concussion. Puppet puts both of his feet underneath him as London checks Puppet’s person. London then abandons Puppet’s space, and kneels down to inspect Hated. As Peter and Hated talk over AC’s possible injury, Puppet rolls back into the ring. As Hated can be heard saying the word, “no” over and over again, ref London looks over to the isle area, and signals for them to bring out EMTs. The crowds cheers no become boos as three EMTs bring out a stretcher and a first aid kit. In the ring, Puppet looks on as the EMTs try to work on Hated. All of a sudden, Clearwater begins to stand, and makes his way towards the ring. Puppet leans up against the north ropes shaking his head, as Hated slides back into the squared circle.

Hated begins to pull himself up via the south ropes, as EMTs rush in the ring and try to halt Hated from continuing. Hated moves to attack Puppet, but the EMTs and ref London hold him back. As Puppet moves forward to try and continue the match, ref London and an EMT move to cease his movement by pushing him up against the north ropes. Puppet yells out, “The ******** is this?!”, and he begins to beat the unholy hell out of London and the EMT standing in his way! Now, on the opposite side of the ring, Hated starts nailing EMTs left and right! Both wrestlers are kicking and hitting the EMTs, and London. Puppet then throws one EMT out of the ring over the west ropes, as Hated clotheslines two out over the south ropes. As Clearwater tosses a third EMT out of the ring over the east ropes, Puppet lifts London’s lifeless body over his head and throws the ref over the west ropes, and onto the outside! The crowd flips those nuts as both Hated and Puppet begin to turn around to face each other. The two stare each other down just as they did earlier in the match as the crowd chants “GWA!” in unison.

Both men circle the ring half way, and then move to the center in a fast pace. Just then, Hated lifts up his right arm into the air, and dangles his fingers. Puppet then does the same with his uninjured arm, as he moves closer and closer to Hated. Once close enough to each other, both Puppet and Hated lock and intertwine fingers, and begin to squeeze forcefully! Both men, with angst in their faces, push each others hand into the other man’s hand, trying to gain the advantage over the other. With their arms in the air, both Hated and Puppet get nose to nose, and eye to eye. Hated then mumbles, “You’re gonna lose, toolshed.” Puppet then snarls and doesn’t say anything as he kicks Hated in the stomach. Clearwater doubles over, and holds onto his stomach briefly. Then, Puppet takes the initiative to place Hated’s head underneath his left arm, and hook the pants of AC. Puppet the lifts Hated backwards quickly, and executes a lightning fast suplex. Puppet keeps Hated’s arm over his head, and keeps the grasp on the Cynical Shogun’s pants as he swings his legs and gets to his feet to lift Hated up for yet another suplex! Puppet keeps the hold on the pants as he follows suit with the three amigos, and lands the third suplex onto Hated in the center of the ring. Hated’s back hits the mat, as does Puppets. Hated snatches back with his right arm, and grabs at the back of his head. Puppet laughs out loud as he begins to stand near Hated’s head. As soon as Puppet gets to his feet, Hated reaches back, snatches Puppet’s right ankle, and brings his feet into his torso to fling Puppet forward onto his stomach, allowing Hated to get to his knees with the ankle in his hands! The crowd cheers as Hated stands on his knees wrenching the ankle of the Meatman. Puppet, pissed as hell from Hated’s opossum maneuver, grabs at his hair, and yells out loud. Puppet yells out at Hated, as the Meatman taps out to the anklelock! However, there is no referee! Hated notices this after the bell hadn’t sounded, and drops the ankle of Puppet.

Hated walks over to the side of Puppet, and kicks him in the injured arm once....twice....three times! Puppet turns over onto his back, and yells in pain, grabbing at his injured arm. Hated then drops to his knees, and clobbers Puppet in the head, forcing Puppet to drop his arm that he was holding his injured arm with to his side. Hated then grabs Puppet’s left arm and left leg, and pulls him towards the right turnbuckle of the north ropes. Once he has Puppet placed where he needs him, Hated turns towards the turnbuckle, and begins to climb it with his back facing Puppet. Puppet seems to lay lifeless, as Hated gets to the very top of the turnbuckle to get ready to execute his Moonshine. Just as Clearwater gets to the top, Puppet quickly scurries to his feet....runs up the turnbuckle to the very top while wrapping his hands around Hated’s waist...and then he lifts Hated up into the air backwards! In the air, Hated flips completely, and lands face/chest first into the center of the ring, as Puppet lands hard onto the canvas on his back!! The crowd chants “Holy s**t!” wildly, as this is the kind of insane s**t they paid their hard earned money to come and see. Both wrestlers lay in the ring for a few moments before Puppet begins to stir. The Meatman turns over onto his stomach, and begins to crawl over to Hated’s body. Once close enough to Hated, Puppet rolls the Cynical Shogun over onto his back, and places his right arm over Hated’s right arm and chest. From the isle, referee Craig Cody rushes down the walkway, past the assortment of bodies of EMTs and Peter London, and slides into the ring to count the pin.

1....2.....thre...NO! Hated gets the shoulder up!

Puppet rolls off of Hated, and over onto his unholy back. Puppet grabs at his hair, and shakes his head almost praising god for the two count to just be a dream, and really a three count giving him the win....Puppet rolls back over onto his stomach, and begins to push himself up off of the ground. He looks over to Hated, and starts to get up onto his feet. Puppet stands fully erect near the north ropes, and motions a “cut throat” taunt to signal that it’s gonna be over right here, right now! Puppet bends down to lift Hated up by his hair, but Hated reaches up with his left arm to hook Puppet’s right arm, and uses his right arm to snatch Puppet’s left leg. Hated rolls Puppet forward, and executes a textbook inside cradle for the pin!

1....2....thr....Puppet kicks out of the small package!!

Both men begin to get to their feet fast with Hated getting up near the north ropes, and Puppet near the west ropes. Puppet, with his back facing the east ropes, holds onto the west ropes, as Hated runs towards him. Once close enough to Puppet, Hated jumps into the air, grabs back with his right arm around Puppet’s head, looks to execute a neckbreaker, but falls hard to the mat by himself! Puppet had a good hold onto the ropes, to keep himself from falling down with Hated. However, Hated’s head bounces off of the canvas after the fall. Puppet then turns around and hooks the leg of Hated for the pin whilst pushing on the second rope for leverage.

1....2....thr....Hated kicks out!

Puppet gets off of Hated, and pounds his fist into the mat with anxiety in his face. Puppet then gets to his feet, and kicks at Hated’s head, the at AC’s left shoulder. Puppet keeps this combo going for three rotations before finally lifting Hated up off of the ground by his hair. With Hated’s head palmed into his right hand, Puppet grabs Hated’s hair, pulls back, smiles a demon esque smile, and then irish whips the Cynical Shogun into the south ropes. Hated runs for the ropes, and comes back in the direction of Puppet. Puppet then scoops Hated up and looks to deliver a Puppet Driver, but Hated shifts himself behind Puppet, and kicks Puppet’s back! Puppet bends back for a moment as Hated turns his body, grabs behind him with his right arm, gets a hold onto Puppet’s head, and then brings him down to the mat snapping his head back with Horrific Madness! Both wrestler’s butts hit the mat as Puppet’s neck snaps, and he falls to the side on top of the canvas. Hated gets to his feet quickly while holding onto the back of his head with his right arm. AC then runs towards the east ropes, bounces off, comes back, and then delivers an elbow onto Puppet’s injured arm. Puppet grabs at his arm and yells in pain. Hated then gets up to his feet once more, and reaches down to pick Puppet up. Puppet is lifted up onto his feet by Hated. Then, Puppet’s head is placed underneath Hated’s left arm, and his own left arm is placed over top of Hated’s neck. Hated then lifts Puppet into the air, and places Puppet onto the top of the left turnbuckle of the south ropes. Puppet is the chopped by Hated while sitting on top of the turnbuckle. After a few knife edged chops onto Puppet’s chest, Hated climbs the turnbuckle in front of Puppet. Hated then places Puppet’s head underneath his right arm, and looks to slam Puppet down to the mat with a superplex. Hated lifts Puppet into the air, but Puppet hooks his right leg underneath the top rope. Hated delivers a few right fists to the stomach area of Puppet, then attempts to lift Puppet into the air again. Hated lifts the Meatman, into the air slightly, but Puppet flails his legs, which force Hated to set him back down onto the turnbuckle. Puppet then grabs at Hated’s head with his left hand, and forearms AC with his right arm once.....twice.....three times! Now, Hated is dizzy, and looks to be ready to fall to the mat. But, before Hated can fall, Puppet reaches underneath Hated’s legs, and scoops up Clearwater....then, he jumps from the second turnbuckle rope with Hated scooped upside down....*BOOM*....Both wrestlers hit the mat as Puppet forces Hated’s head into the canvas with a Puppet Driver from the turnbuckle!!!!......As the audience in attendance shouts in ecstacy, Puppet falls forward on top of Hated’s body.

1....2...thre...NO! Cody sees that Hated has placed his right foot on the north bottom rope!!

The crowd can’t believe their eyes. Puppet sits up and leans back into the turnbuckle looking up at the old ceiling of the arena. Puppet then starts to get to his feet via the north ropes. Once standing fully, the Meatman grabs Hated by his hair and right arm. Puppet maneuvers the exhausted Hated up off of the ground. While keeping Clearwater balanced on his cynical legs, Puppet lifts and locks up Hated’s right leg with his unholy left arm. Then, Puppet goes to lift Hated up off of the ground. Puppet lifts AC into the air, and goes to turn a 180 for the Revolution, but as soon as Puppet lifts Hated into the air, Clearwater snatches Puppet’s injured arm, and slams the Meatman to the canvas with force. Hated then quickly situates his legs around Puppet’s injured arm, and locks his cynical arms around Puppet’s face executing the crippler crossface. Puppet yells out to the crowd in pure unadulterated pain to the very same move he used against Hated earlier in the match. Hated wrenches the injured arm of Puppet back with his legs near the east ropes, trying desperately to detach the arm from it’s socket. As Puppet yells out, he searches for any rope near to him. Puppet then intelligently pushes off of his free arm, and rolls he and Hated over to the near center of the ring, with Puppet on top of Hated. Cody spots that Hated’s shoulders are both down on the mat, so he begins what could possibly be the final pin of the night!

1....2...thr...Hated throws Puppet off of him to save his life!

Hated gets up near the south ropes, as Puppet gets up using the north ropes. As both wrestlers get up with adrenaline running through the both of them, the crowd gasps in astonishment. Puppet then runs for Hated. Once close enough to Hated, Puppet fires his right boot into the air in order to deliver a gigantic sole kick to Hated’s face. Clearwater, as fast as he can, ducks down, and flips Puppet over his cynical shoulders, and onto the outside. However, Puppet lands on the south apron as Hated faces the north ropes. Hated begins to turn to face Puppet, and in an uncharacteristic move by the Meatman, Puppet leaps onto the top rope. Puppet leaps off and soars through the air. Hated ducks whatever attempt Puppet was planning, as the Meatman lands on his feet in the center of the ring with his back facing Hated. Puppet turns to face Hated, and just as he does this, Hated scoops up Puppet upside down, and plants the Meatman’s back neck/top shoulder area in the canvas for a Big O!! Right after the Big O, Hated collapses on top of the Puppet o’ Meat.

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

*DING**DING**DING*

Roselyn: “Here is your winner......Andrew Clearwater!!!!!”

Hated rolls over onto his back next to Puppet’s right side near the east ropes holding his hands up to his eyes. Clearwater then rolls outside of the ring, and tries to walk amongst the two laid out EMTs. Hated begins to stumble, so he uses the steel bar railing to keep him up on his feet. Craig Cody almost immediately slides outside of the ring to raise Hated’s hand in the air. Back in the ring, Puppet drags himself up to a standing position with the south ropes. He wipes the hair out of his eyes, as he looks towards the isle. Puppet stares off at dizzy Hated who is holding onto his left shoulder with his right arm. Hated begins to walk towards the curtain, but before he enters the backstage corridor, the Cynical Shogun turns around to face Puppet. Puppet sees that Hated is starring back at him, so he moves to the center of the ring holding his injured arm as well. After a short stare off of the two brutally battered men, Hated turns, and then exits through the black curtain. Puppet then turns his attention to the crowd who are now standing in attendance to show their appreciation to the Meatman. Tonight will definitely be a night that Puppet, Hated, and the entire wrestling world will recall as one hell of A Memorable Return.