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RAVAGE - Show 2017-12-23 22:37:27
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The beginning of Fozzy's theme starts to play through the arena Bastards of Young by The Replacements. When you hear that first scream in the song, Fozzy bolts through the curtains swirling about on stage trying to grab at all of the attention good or bad. Fozzy's bodyguard Sam Crow can be seen behind Fozzy looming in the background like a protective force. Fozzy sports his leopard print fur coat and oversized white framed sunglasses as he centers himself on stage.

He delivers a Jesus Christ pose as a bright spotlight shines down on him. He starts shaking his head about in a cocky fashion and makes his way down the ramp mouthing the words to his own theme as the spotlight and Sam Crow follow.

Fozzy/Crowd: GOD! WHAT A MESS!! ON THE LADDER OF SUCCESS!!

He blows a few kisses to some of the female fans ramp side. Once ringside he jaw jacks with a few of male fans front row and slams his feet against the ring steps as he walks upon the ring apron.

Bonn: Accompanied to the ring by his bodyguard Sam Crow. From Vancouver British Columbia Canada weighing in at 135 pounds the WWX Television Champion THE TREND KILLER!! FOZZZZZZZZZZZZZY OZZZZZBOURNE!

Once inside the ring he walks to the middle of the ring looking around at the crowd with a disgusted look on his face. He then runs up to the corner post and jumps up to the second turnbuckle and crosses his arms to his chest to a chorus of boos from the fans. He takes off his cheap sunglasses and throws them in the crowd followed by his fur coat and tosses it to the outside of the ring. Sam Crow patrols the outside of the ring as Fozzy calls for a mic.

Once the music dies down Fozzy is greeted with a chorus of boos from the El Paso crowd. He takes a moment to strut cockily around the ring enraging the fans even more. He flips them off and yells at some people sitting front row, for a moment he takes it all in and doesn't wait for the crowd to quiet down as he starts to speak.
Fozzy: OH BOO YOURSELVES!! BOO!!! BOO!!! You all suck! I hate this god forsaken state shithole of Texas. A bunch of fake and fat cowboy wannabes with your traditions and gluttony, you all make me sick. Yet you BOO ME! The most entertaining champion here in WWX today, BOO ME? I think you are all just projecting the hate you have for yourselves onto me. So here I am again everybody's scapegoat. No matter what promotion I'm in I get all the hate but SO WHAT!! I'm used to it, I'm used to the jealousy from all the other superstars in the back. I'm used to all the insults and snide remarks I get behind my back. 

Fozzy unstraps the WWX Television Title from his waist and hoists it up above his head.

Fozzy: You know what else I am used to? Being THE MAN!!! Being THE CHAMP!!!

Fans boo as he places the title on his shoulder.
Fozzy: I use all the hate I get to drive me even further. Every time I beat one of your little heroes I shove it right back up ALL of your collective asses. Each and every week I tell everybody how much they all suck and how much better I am than everybody else and here's the funny thing I BACK IT UP!!! Man or woman big or small, I'll beat them all. Now I'm NOT going to stand out here and tell you I'm the most dominate champion here in WWX but I will be. I am in fact the most entertaining champion WHO BETTER THAN FOZZY to introduce a "CHOOSE MY DEMISE" stipulation every time I defend this title. I haven't backed down from anyone and if I did it was for self preservation to live to fight another day, I'm not a stupid man. 

Fozzy: I've been here for a few months and already have this promotion by the balls. It's only a matter of time.............

(Guerrilla Radio hits the PA and the arena goes crazy with the arrival of Bob ‘the Beast’ Mellon. The International Champion walks halfway down the aisle with the International Title around his waist and a microphone in his hand. He signals to stop the music.)

Mellon: Hi Fozzy. Long time no see. You know I was in the back and I couldn’t help but notice you talking about being the champ and being the best there is or something. I don’t know if you realized but there is another champ around and you’re looking at him. Now I know we have had our run ins in the past. I also know that come Holiday Hell, I have to go up against your tag team partner, Krimzon Blaze in my triple threat match. I just want to be very clear with you. Interfering in that match would be wildly unsafe for everyone involved. See, I believe that you believe that your tag team partner is dead weight. I also understand you are only interested in adding more gold around your waist. I assure you, aiding Krimzon in our match on Sunday will do nothing more than put a weak minded moron in a position he can’t handle. What’s the term I’m looking for here… Ah, right, ‘over the hill’ would be what I would use to describe your partner. The ironic thing is that I should be considered that and yet I keep powering through title defense after title defense. Know that the only champion deserving of the International title is Bob Mellon. 

(Crowd boos incessantly)

Mellon: Do these idiots ever shut up? I don’t meamean to step on any toes either. Look at us. Two able bodied men conquering their own divisions. You’re a champ. I’m a champ. There’s plenty of room for us, no? There are no better champs or worse champs in this business… (Mellon begins to walk towards the ring) I mean let’s face it, we do what we have to do to stay on top and no body gets in the way of that… 

***TSHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH***

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***CHEEEEEEER!***

*El Paso erupts as static flows throughout the Don Haskins Center, followed by "Bulls on Parade" by Rage Against the Machine.  Soon after, Syndicate, with the World Championship in tow, steps out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.  Mellon stops and looks back at him as the Outlaw chuckles.*

Syndicate: No better champs, huh?  There is no one better than you two?  Really?

*He laughs again.*

Syndicate: Nevermind the fact that I've been facing TOP-TIER talent for the past four-and-a-half years and beating them all.  Nevermind that I've main-evented Hall of Pain three times.  And let's just ignore the fact that I am your UNDISPUTED World Heavyweight Champion!

***CHEER!***

Syndicate: This is the AGE of Syndicate, gentlemen.  That means it's not your time, Fozzy, nor yours, Bob.  No, no, it's MY time, that right there is MY ring, and this is MY WWX!  And if you guys don't understand that...

*Syndicate sets his mic and the World Championship on the top of the ramp and slowly takes off his leather jacket.  He picks up the mic again.*

Syndicate: ...then we're going to have a problem.

*The crowd buzzes as he walks over to Bob and comes face-to-face with him.*

Syndicate: I have no quarrel with you, good sir, but right now, you're in my way.  And I've never faced an obstacle that I haven't shoved aside.  So...later tonight, we'll see where you really belong in this company.  We'll see...if you really belong anywhere near the Los Angeles Outlaw.

*He smirks at Bob, who stands defiantly in front of the World Champion.  Syndicate then glances over to Fozzy.*

Syndicate: And you...you stay in your lane, or you're going to be in for a RUDE awakening.

*Syndicate backs up from Bob and walks back to the top of the ramp.  He reaches down, grabs the World title, and places it back on his left shoulder.*

Syndicate: Boys, I suggest that you take a good, hard look at what you want to accomplish in this business.  Because I plan on being here a long damn time, and as long as I am here, you'll NEVER be good enough to take my spot.  Many men have come to that realization over the past few years...it's time you two do the same.  Welcome...to the Syndicate.

*Smirking, Syndicate grabs his leather jacket and walks back through the curtain.  Fozzy and Bob stare at each other for a moment before slowly doing the same.*

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AN AFTERSHOCK IS COMING. FEBRUARY 10th, 2018!

Returning back from commercial break, West Virginia Mountaineer grabs a microphone before the match starts.

West Virginia Mountaineer:  Titus Tilon, time for the rubber to meet the road, son.  But, I'm willing to give you a present.  Hell, it's Christmas time! 

West Virginia Mountaineer stops, grins, and shrugs his shoulders.

West Virginia Mountaineer:  Look Tilon, you leave right now, let the referee count to 10 and we both go back and split a 30 pack of wonderfully chilled pseudo-Pepsi's.  I'll even give you one fourth of my earnings for tonight to compensate you. 

West Virginia Mountaineer nods and holds out his arms, saying off mic: "huh?  what a deal, right?  Titus can only smirk, look at the ref, and shake his head at the idea. The Mountain State Madman sighs.

West Virginia Mountaineer:  Son, if you let that referee ring that bell and you collar and elbow with me, I'm going to only be able to share a can of drink with you!  You'll call it dinner, because they're gonna wire your jaw shut and their gonna send you to a quack hospital to help your battered ego.  I'd take the walk, if I were you.

Titus Tilon mouths "no."  West Virginia Mountaineer sighs.

West Virginia Mountaineer:  You heard him, ref.  Let's get his funeral over with.
The ref quickly looks over both wrestlers before signaling for the bell.

Immediately Titus charges at the Mountaineer, but his opponent merely dodges to the side, he catches Titus with a back suplex, sending Titus to the center of the mat.
Mountaineer looks at Titus and smirks as he grabs ahold of Titus, pulling him into the The Dubya Vee DDT(Pulling Piledriver)
He covers
ONE
TWO
THREE

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[The fans are on their feet as the show continues to roll on. The camera goes to the stage as the lights in the arena go dark. "Aint no grave" thunders over the speakers as the camera pans around. A single white light comes on in the ring with a chair set up. Sitting backwards in the chair is Rayne, leaning forward as the fans can be heard cheering. He smiles as the music stops and then begins speaking].

Rayne: Have you ever wanted something so bad...something that has evaded you? You continue to fight an uphill battle and it dangles right in front of you, and theres always someone that keeps pulling it back? Welcome to my title shot. 

[Rayne stands up from the chair and walks around the ring]..

Rayne: For over a month now, I was hoisted into a surprise and got my shot at the WWX Championship. Each time I would get closer, defeating this person or that, there was always some sly underhand waiting on me to bring me back down. I fought and I fought, and now thanks to the help of none other than Super Bacon, I have earned my way back into a match where I should be coming in as the defending champion. I shouldnt have to be fighting for it at this point. 

[Rayne continues to pace].

Rayne: You see, this has been a long time coming for me. I made that clear to each of you, and will save you another spiel because at this point none of that matters anymore. None of that is relevant. The fact of the matter comes down to in just a few short weeks I step into the ring with three other men, two that I have already beaten in this journey, and one that should have been beaten by my hand. Now, here I stand, once more staring down the barrel of the proverbial gun as I try once more to attain the top of the mountain, the end of the journey, the throne...for a king. 

[Rayne walks over and leans on the ropes looking over the fans. He raises the mic and continues].

Rayne: For months, you have heard one man walk around and claim that he is the measuring stick, that he is the alpha male, the hardest working person in the company. This same man was taking "Holiday breaks" while we were out here busting our asses making sure this product continues to grow. Now...you all want to know what this title shot means to me.

[Rayne continues to lean on the ropes and runs his hands through his hair. Keeping his head down, he continues].

Rayne: This title shot...means everything. It means a matter of life or death, a chance to finally step out of the shadows I have been in. its a chance to take the measuring stick, the mouth piece, and seal my legacy as one of the best to step between these ropes. This title shot is the one thing that I have busted MY ASS for the last year to get! This is my justification that I still have it in me to come out here and be the top guy, to take that title and run with it. This is my chance to prove to the world that Syndicate can be beaten more than once at his own game and someone can last more than a month or two as champ. This...this...is what I need. I...


[The fans are on their feet as the show continues to roll on. The camera goes to the stage as the lights in the arena go dark. "Aint no grave" thunders over the speakers as the camera pans around. A single white light comes on in the ring with a chair set up. Sitting backwards in the chair is Rayne, leaning forward as the fans can be heard cheering. He smiles as the music stops and then begins speaking].

Rayne: Have you ever wanted something so bad...something that has evaded you? You continue to fight an uphill battle and it dangles right in front of you, and theres always someone that keeps pulling it back? Welcome to my title shot. 

[Rayne stands up from the chair and walks around the ring]..

Rayne: For over a month now, I was hoisted into a surprise and got my shot at the WWX Championship. Each time I would get closer, defeating this person or that, there was always some sly underhand waiting on me to bring me back down. I fought and I fought, and now thanks to the help of none other than Super Bacon, I have earned my way back into a match where I should be coming in as the defending champion. I shouldnt have to be fighting for it at this point. 

[Rayne continues to pace].

Rayne: You see, this has been a long time coming for me. I made that clear to each of you, and will save you another spiel because at this point none of that matters anymore. None of that is relevant. The fact of the matter comes down to in just a few short weeks I step into the ring with three other men, two that I have already beaten in this journey, and one that should have been beaten by my hand. Now, here I stand, once more staring down the barrel of the proverbial gun as I try once more to attain the top of the mountain, the end of the journey, the throne...for a king. 

[Rayne walks over and leans on the ropes looking over the fans. He raises the mic and continues].

Rayne: For months, you have heard one man walk around and claim that he is the measuring stick, that he is the alpha male, the hardest working person in the company. This same man was taking "Holiday breaks" while we were out here busting our asses making sure this product continues to grow. Now...you all want to know what this title shot means to me.

[Rayne continues to lean on the ropes and runs his hands through his hair. Keeping his head down, he continues].

Rayne: This title shot...means everything. It means a matter of life or death, a chance to finally step out of the shadows I have been in. its a chance to take the measuring stick, the mouth piece, and seal my legacy as one of the best to step between these ropes. This title shot is the one thing that I have busted MY ASS for the last year to get! This is my justification that I still have it in me to come out here and be the top guy, to take that title and run with it. This is my chance to prove to the world that Syndicate can be beaten more than once at his own game and someone can last more than a month or two as champ. This...this...is what I need. I...

[Rayne's mic goes dead mid-thought, and he looks at it confused for a moment before 'Hype' starts to play. The crowd erupts in cheers and Rayne shakes his head, mouthing the word 'No!' and 'This is my segment.' Finally Kurtis Ray emerges on the stage, mic in hand.]

Kurtis: Lemme stop ya right there, sunshine. I respect where you're coming from; I do. But there's a part of your whole schtick that cheeses me off. You're going to TRY to take the top of the mountain. You're going to TRY to be the new undisputed champion. There's a little movie I grew up watching that had an important message for people who thought trying was good enough. And that movie... Was Top Gun. If Maverick had had the balls to do what he had to to be the best, then he wouldn't have gotten Goose killed. 

[Kurtis starts down the ramp, his gaze laser-focused on Rayne.] 

Kurtis: I get that you're thirsty, Rayne. You want the title more than anyone has ever wanted anything, right? You need it. You need a shiny bauble to justify your existence. You need it to prove to everyone that you're the best, and in that regard you are no different than Syndicate. And don't get me wrong, I want that big golden validation just as much as you do. I just don't need it to prove to myself that I'm the best. I proved that I was a different class of wrestler when I earned my way into Holiday Hell last week. 

[Finally Kurtis reaches ringside. He climbs up into the ring, getting into Rayne's face.] 

Kurtis: I have no doubt you're capable of being a champion, Rayne, but you didn't earn this opportunity. You weren't the one that pinned the champion, and the only reason you got as far as you have now is because the GM thought it would be entertaining. You may have beaten me before, but my momentum has increased a hundredfold since and will continue to increase until I walk out of Holiday Hell, out of Hell in a Cell, with the WWX Championship firmly in my grasp. You look at yourself and you see a champion, a future king. I look at you and I see a casualty waiting to happen. 

[Kurtis reaches out to pat Rayne on the cheek.] 

Kurtis: You're a good kid, Rayne, but you're not a champion. And there are three animals waiting for you in that cage that are going to prove just that. My advice to you is this; don't try. Don't go into that ring thinking if. Always think when. In the words of a certain fan-favorite character... Do or do not. There is no try. 

[Kurtis grins, tossing the mic up in the air and catching it. The crowd pops, and Kurtis holds up his hands, posing for the fans. After a moment, he rolls out of the ring, making his way back up the ramp backwards, maintaining eye contact with Rayne. Rayne stands around and puts on a half smirk as he steps back up to Kurtis].

Rayne: Interesting…I don’t see a train station anywhere. 

[The fans let out a chuckle as he shakes his head].

Rayne: Kurtis, our history and my respect for you over this last month has grown ten fold. You have proven to me that you are everything you say you are, and more, and I can give you props for that. However, there is one thing that I don’t need you coming out here and doing…and that’s trying to test me. Last week was absolute havoc and this week I can assure you will be no different. However, there is one thing that you need to get to get into your thick *puts his finger to Kurtis head* little skull. 

[Rayne steps up and gets face to face with Ray. His look intensifies as he stares him down].

Rayne: I deserve this shot more than any of you. I beat everyone in my way to get here. You don’t deserve it, Darkness doesn’t deserve it, but here you are *points to himself* in my match! You called me a casualty last time and what happened? You were left looking at the lights. We were all in the ring together, had it not been for Darkness, I would have taken that championship when we had the chance. You were nowhere near. Don’t get the story twisted to drive home your own narrative. This match, this cell, this title…will all be mine. There is no try. You are right about that. From here on, there is no try. This time around, all there is to do is win. I have all my targets, all the ducks lined in a row, and now I just have to take the shots….one…by…one. The only kid, the only BOY here…is you. I don’t need pep talks from you. I need you to learn your place. This is my time, and there aint no train, darkness, or syndicate going to stop it. It’s the Rayne…and its coming down on all of you. 

[Rayne throws the mic down as the two men continue to stand toe to toe much to the fans delight.]

[We cut backstage to Penelope Creed. Damian Price stands behind her, a stoic look on his face. Penelope has a sincere look on her face as she begins to speak.]

Creed: My client and I have been waiting, Mr. Ranger. Apparently, you've forgotten about my client dominating your little gauntlet challenge. And you have seen fit to gift a championship match to the man who only beat him because of your television champion's fear. Had Osbourne not decided to get involved, Damian Price would be your new Number One Contender to the Television Title. Mind you, my client had more than earned a one on one title shot before that gauntlet match.

[Creed looks down towards the ground, shaking her head slightly.]

Creed: I warned you 2 weeks ago that I couldn't hold my client at bay for very long. You have seen fit to ignore my polite warning and continue to insult Mr. Price. Believe me when I say that Damian does not take that lightly. There will be repercussions, and that blood will be on your hands. Now, onto--

[As Creed tries to continue speaking, she is cut off by Kailee entering into the camera shot.]
Who do you think you are Price? Just because you won the silly little match doesn’t mean you can threaten people. Grow up man and wait like everyone else. You get your turn or or are you going to wine like a baby that you’re acting.
[She stormed away not waiting for an answer leaving the duo gaping at the anger and frustration of Kailee]


Red and white strobe lights begin to flash just before "My House" starts to play over the PA System. A few moments pass before Pyro erupts on either side of the curtain before Jarvis walks through the entrance. 


Bonn: Introducing from Lincoln, Nebraska...weighing in at 243 pounds...Jarvis VALENTINE!

Jarvis hops side to side before putting his arms in an X formation  above his head before taking of running down to the ring, Hr slides in the ring and pops up instantly. 

Jarvis puts is arm above his head again before making an X above his head again. He turns and walks backwards the corner as the camera seiches away from him to the crowd.


As A New Power plays,Rob Bacon sprints onto the ramp, bends down and then back up again, fireworks spray out of the arena as he lifts his hands up. he runs down into the ring and bounces off the ropes twice goes to the centre of the ring and spreads his arms out again.

Bonn: Introducing from Norwich, England, weighing in at 175 pounds...SUPER BACON!
Super Bacon and Jarvis immediately lock up, but Super Bacon shifts position, driving Jarvis to the mat, and following it up with a quick leg drop, he covers on Jarvis!

ONE



Jarvis kicks out, rolling away, but Super Bacon is hot on his heels with a baseball slide, pushing Jarvis over to the corner. He grabs ahold of Jarvis, bringing him up and back down with a DDT, but Jarvis breaks it up with repeated shots to the chest, forcing Super Bacon to break it up, but Jarvis rushes to take advantage with a clothesline. He knocks Super Bacon down, but he is waiting as he knocks him down with another clothesline, he motions for Super Bacon to get up.

Super Bacon walks right into waiting arms, grabbed by Jarvis he lifts him up and over with a suplex, bridging it for the cover.

ONE 



TWO


Super Bacon kicks out, he gets up the same time Jarvis does, STANDING ENZIGURI, knocking Jarvis clean...he covers!


ONE 




TWO



THREE



Bonn: The winner of this match, SUPER BACON!


**Commercial**



"The lights in the arena go completely black. "Path to Darkness" by Adrian von Ziegler begins to play. Darkness dressed in a black cloak and cowl steps onto the stage holding a single candle. 

Bonn: Introducing from Florence, South Carolina....weighing in at 290 pounds....DARKNESS!

Darkness slowly walks to the ring and enters the ring. Darkness then blows out the candle as the lights come back on simultaneously. Darkness then slowly pulls back the cowl and all you can see in the whites of his eyes.
Hart: It goes without question that the man in the ring right now believes to be the rightful world champion.
Lane: The man known as Darkness is what you should be saying, the rightful champion? Not so much. He has a tall order of defeating three other men before claiming the top title for himself once again.ain.

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Blackout, smoke rises up and Tom Black  enters the arena. There  is a mixture of  booing, hissing and cheering.
Bonn: Introducing his opponent, weighing in at 310 pounds, from Liverpool, England....TOM BLACK!

He looks around and knees the air repeatedly. He twitches and strides towards the ring. He grabs the ropes and tries to pull them apart. He fails and collapses, staring up at Darkness who merely scoffs at him.

Hart: This man had what was to be his shining moment last week, but a masked man had attacked him, costing him a chance at taking Bob Mellon's championship with him to Holiday Hell.
Tom Black is shown standing confidently in the face of Darkness cracking his neck,  merely waiting for the ref to signal the bell
The ref signals just as the two clash in the middle of the ring, locking up collar and elbow, neither giving in an inch
Darkness shifts gears, connecting a stiff knee to the gut of Black, following it up with an axehandle to his back, causing Black to wince as he tries to stay out of Darkness's reach
Darkness stalks his opponent, pressing him against the ropes, whipping him over, he goes for the big boot, but Black grips the ropes, preventing himself from falling for the attack.
Hart: Tom Black showing a new level of awareness against quite arguably one of the toughest opponents he has faced in awhile.
Lane: Yet is it enough(edited)
Tom Black dodges an attempted clothesline, sending Darkness up and over, but Darkness lands on his feet behind.
Darkness clubs Tom as he turns around, stunning him long enough to get back into the ring.
Darkness goes to get inside, but Black grabs ahold of him, DDTing him with his feet stuck on the ropes. Black pushes him onto the mat, covering him in the process.
ONE(edited)
TWO
Darkness kicks out, Black smirks as he stands, grabbing Darkness as well as he lifts him and back down with a basic powerslam. He goes and runs towards the ropes, bouncing back for a legdrop. He connects.
Black covers again.
ONE
TW
Darkness brings his shoulder up as he rolls away from Tom Black
the frustration showing on his face as he goes to reach for Darkness, but Darkness immediately going for a cradle pin
ONE
Black kicks out, but Darkness is now to his feet, connecting with a stiff european uppercut, and then a russian legsweep
He pops back up, rallying the crowd as Black stumbles a little...right into Darkness's outstretched left hand.
Hart: Sudden Darkness by Darkness!
Tom Black bounces off the mat, stunned, but Darkness doesn't cover, merely flicks his hand into the air, the lights merely flashing in and out as he smiles.
Lane: If Black knoes what is good for him, he will get up.
Darkness grabs ahold of Tom Black, locking his head in his grip, as he drops Black back down to the mat with the Total Eclipse (Lifting Reverse DDT)
Darkness covers
ONE
TWO
THREE
Bonn: Your winner of tonight's match....DARKNESS!

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DING DING DING
Bonn: This match is scheduled for one fall..
Bonn: AND IT IS FOR...THE WORLD WRESTLING XISTENCE....TAG TEAM CHAMPIONSHIP~!

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The beginning of Fozzy's theme starts to play through the arena Bastards of Young by The Replacements. When you hear that first scream in the song, Fozzy bolts through the curtains swirling about on stage trying to grab at all of the attention good or bad. Fozzy's bodyguard Sam Crow can be seen behind Fozzy looming in the background like a protective force. Fozzy sports his leopard print fur coat and oversized white framed sunglasses as he centers himself on stage.

He delivers a Jesus Christ pose as a bright spotlight shines down on him. He starts shaking his head about in a cocky fashion and makes his way down the ramp mouthing the words to his own theme as the spotlight and Sam Crow follow.

Fozzy/Crowd: GOD! WHAT A MESS!! ON THE LADDER OF SUCCESS!!

He blows a few kisses to some of the female fans ramp side. Once ringside he jaw jacks with a few of male fans front row and slams his feet against the ring steps as he walks upon the ring apron.

Bonn: Accompanied to the ring by his bodyguard Sam Crow. From Vancouver British Columbia Canada weighing in at 135 pounds THE TREND KILLER!! FOZZZZZZZZZZZZZY OZZZZZBOURNE!
Hart: The culmination of a road shaken by controvesy as Fozzy looks to complete this tournament as a double champion alongside his partner Krimzon Blaze.
Lane: While that might be the case Mike, but both teams are riddled by dislike by their counterparts.
Lane: How do you expect either team to rally together as a team if they're not in sync?
Once inside the ring he walks to the middle of the ring looking around at the crowd with a disgusted look on his face. He then runs up to the corner post and jumps up to the second turnbuckle and crosses his arms to his chest to a chorus of boos from the fans. He takes off his cheap sunglasses and throws them in the crowd followed by his fur coat and tosses it to the outside of the ring. Sam Crow patrols the outside of the ring as Fozzy gets ready for a fight.
The arena goes black, but a single white spotlight emits at the top of the stage as "Taking You Down" by Egypt Central begins playing as "The Aerial Specialist" Krimzon Blaze is seen at the top of the ramp.

Bonn: Introducing his tag team partner..from Detriot, Michigan..weighing 215 pounds...KRIMZON BLAZE!

As fans become unglued cheering as Blaze walks down the ramp way towards the ring as he claps as many hands as he can before giving a young fan a pair of his trademark KB glasses before entering the ring as green pyro erupts on all four corners as KB gives off his signature taunt.
(All of the lights in the arena go down to nothing. There is no music and various lights can be seen around the arena, but the ramp is completely dark. lights come up on the ramp enough to light up smoke that begins billowing across the stage and down the ramp and shadowy figures can bee seen emerging onto the stage as music starts to play.
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As the rap proceeds the darkened figures line up along the ramp revealing there is a great crowd of them, and a dias gradually raises on the ramp with a figure in a black robe facing toward the back of the ramp. When the song reaches the first chorus at the end of every line black lights under the ramp come on, illuminating a cluster of people in club attire wearing masks that obscure their faces with #faithful printed on them, until the end of the verse when two spotlights at the top of the ramp come on and the black-robed figure casts off the robe to reveal Kurtis Ray. He leaps off the dias into the crowd of the faithful and crowdsurfs down to the ring to a  decent pop. The crowd drops him off at Ringside, and he climbs into the ring, dashing to each corner to pose on the turnbuckle for the crowd.

Bonn: Introducing their opponents...weighing in at 270 pounds...KURTIS RAY!
Cameras switch a bit to see Willie Steen, following not too far behind, clearly pissed off as he mouths off towards the curtain behind.
Bonn: And introducing his partner...WILLIE STEEN!
Hart: I've....
Hart: I've never seen a more disgruntled set of teams competing for the WWX Tag Team Championship in my lifetime
Lane: Disgruntled is not the word i am thinking of, but either team needs to get it together if they want to become the next tag team champions.
The ref holds up the WWX Tag Team Championship in the air, showcasing it to both teams as they fixate upon it.
The bell rings as Fozzy stands ready, but immediately Steen and Ray are bickering back and forth on  who is staring before Fozzy takes advantage and belly to belly suplexes him to the center of the mat. Kurtis shrugs as Fozzy looks back, stepping under the ropes and waiting.
Fozzy immediately wastes no time, stomping on the arms of Steen before picking him up again as knocking him down with a dropkick that sends him rolling back to the corner where Kurtis takes charge, tagging himself in.
Ray and Fozzy lock up in the middle of the ring. Ray takes the early advantage, clothesline get Fozzy out of the ring. On the outside, Fozzy rams Ray’s shoulder into the post to gain the advantage. Fozzy tags in Blaze who continues to work on the shoulder. Ray manages to tag in Steen, who comes out fast with a barrage of quick, hit and run attacks.
He whips Blaze into the corner and hits a running enziguiri. As Steen goes up for the 450, Ray tags himself in. Ray sets up Blaze for the Death Ray, only to have Steen pull Blaze out of the maneuver and set him up for a Cali Clash instead. Ray then yanks Blazes back away from Steen, causing the two to get into another verbal altercation. As the two argue, Fozzy runs in and delivers a dropkick to both of them.
(Kurtis and Krimzon are trading blows. Ray's moves seem to keep getting sharper as he goes on, even as Krimson is starting to show his fatigue. Osborne is shouting from the corner for Krimzon to tag him in, but Blaze ignores the TV champ, too focused on Kurtis. Kurtis goes for a big elbow but Blaze ducks it, instead using Kurtis' momentum to drive him to the mat with a big uranage!)

HART: That had to hurt.

(Kurtis looks like he's out, and Blaze scrambles back to his feet. He looks at Kurtis, then Fozzy, and then shakes his head, climbing the turnbuckle. He leaps off, nailing Kurtis with Fires over Del Rey! Krimzon goes for the pin!)

1..... 2.... KICKOUT!

KURTIS: NO!

(The fans roar as Krimzon looks on, bewildered at the fact that Kurtis kicked out. Fozzy shouts that it was a slow count, miming that it should have been three. In the mean time, Krimzon gets to his feet, pulling Kurtis up and setting up the Mighty Death Pop, but Kurtis counters again, this time with a swinning DDT that leaves both men laid out on the mat.)

HART: You know what's coming, Gary!

(Kurtis uses the ropes to pull himself back up to his feet, looking disoriented for a minute before his attention locks on to Krimzon Blaze. He thrusts one arm up into the air and screams at nothing before pumping his arm.)

CROWD: CHOO CHOO!!
LANE: Here comes the good part!

(Kurtis haul;s Blaze to his feet, whipping him into the ropes where Fozzy takes the blind tag. Kurtis pops up Blaze and nails the Death Ray! Kurtis goes for the pin, but the ref won't count because Blaze isn't the legal man. Kurtis turns his attention to Fozzy just in time to take the Tallywhacker out of nowhere!)

LANE: Fozzy Osborne has just won the tag team titles for him and Krimzon Blaze!

(Fozzy goes for the pin!)


1....... 2....... 2.9 KICKOUT!!

KURTIS: NO!!!

(Fozzy looks bewildered, arguing with the referee as Kurtis gets to his feet, wobbling a bit, before going to grab Fozzy. Sam Crow tries to distract the referee, but Kurtis whips Fozzy into the Bodyguard, knocking him off the apron and hits Fozzy with the Death Ray!
Kurtis covers...Willie tackles Krimzon, sending him to the outside!
ONE
TWO
THREE
Bonn: Your winners....AND NEW.....WWX TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...WILLIE STEEN AND KURTIS RAY!
Steen begins celebrating with the titles, completely ignoring his partner. Ray whips Steen around and grabs one of the belts from his hand and holds it up in the air. Not to be outdone, Steen holds his belt in the air while fixing his icy glare on Ray.
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We come back from commercial to see the camera focused on Fozzy’s door. After a few seconds it pans away from the door to show Jarvis leaning on the wall just before the door.


Jarvis stands straight before muttering...


Jarvis: In due time my friend, in due time.


The crowd can be heard getting a little louder with a cheer before Jarvis smiles and walks past the door as the camera stays put.
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James Ranger comes out to a chorus of boos, flanked by two rows of arena security as he makes it down the ramp towards the ring.

Hart: Welcome back to Saturday Night Ravage and clearly James Ranger is not messing around with this contract signing. 

Lane: With last week's chaos with Syndicate and those fighting for the world championship, it only makes sense that the two fighting for the #1 Contendership only have the best protection Ranger can offer.

Hart: Protection??

Ranger steps into the ring, as the security flanks the ring side facing towards the ramp. His theme cuts off as he stands behind the central podium, flanked by two tables, each having a mic and a contract.

Ranger: Ladies and Gentlemen, it goes without saying that this company is blessed with talent. Blessed, with what i must regrettfully say, a confident and determined world champion in some time.


SYN-DI-CATE! SYN-DI-CATE! SYN-DI-CATE!

Ranger rolls his eyes as the crowd continues the chant for a few more minutes before talking again

 Ranger: To ensure that such a world champion is constantly challenged, i have given these two that will be introduced shortly the chance of a lifetime. A reason to fight, a reason to be the next king of the mountain. 

"A Welcome Burden" by Disturbed blares through the public announce system as scatter of jeers come from the crowd. James Ranger looks on toward the entrance stage as Rex McAllister strolls on out slowly and methodically dressed in a grey suit complete with grayish-white tie. Rex holds in his possession, the same five foot long Singapore cane that he used on Ravage, with aluminum metal wrapped around it. Rex rests it over his left shoulder as he stops on stage now. Rex scans the crowd slowly from left to right. Rex looks on with a serious expression on his face as he does.

Hart: Soon this man, Rex McAllister, will be going one on one with the Legendary Tommy Lipton. The question, and I really hate that I even have to acknowledge it at this point. But the question is no longer will it be at Holiday Hell, because he punched his ticket to the event last week in rather savage like fashion. The question now is, will he be able to finish the best of five series once and for by taking the last match, the one that counts?
Lane: Well, Mike. You're either not paying very good attention to what Rex has managed to do here, or you're just not willing to give the man his due. He was down two matches in this series, ONE in which he ALLOWED his former partner to take. He could've mailed it in after going down the second week after getting squashed by Tommy Lipton. But since then, Mike, he's turned it around, and now it's winner take all at Holiday Hell! I LOVE IT!

Rex makes his way down the ramp to ringside. Rex ascends up the steps. Rex looks in the ring where James Ranger awaits, getting a good look at the setup: red carpet, two podiums, and a table with a black cover over it complete with a clipboard sitting the center of it. Rex then walks to the turnbuckle opposite of the one where the ringsteps are. Rex then climbs up the turnbuckle where he stands on the second rope. Rex slowly raises his left arm with the Singapore cane in hand. The crowd jeers him unmercifully. 

Inside the the ring James Ranger and Rex McAllister wait...

...

*TOMMY LIPTON TOMMY LIPTON

...

*TOMMY LIPTON TOMMY LIPTON
And wait some more....

Hart: I wonder if Tommy is even here!?!

Lane: These fans are cheering him on awaiting his entrance... believe me he is here alright...

Rex shakes his head and raises a Mic.

Rex: Well it seems that Tommy Lip-

In The End By Linking Park hits the speakers and Tommy Lipton appears and is wearing jeans and a tiger pattern dress shirt. 

*CHEEEER

Hart: Here he comes... look at him, firm stone cold eyes. He looks ready to fight. 

Tommy makes his way to the ring and circles it eyeing Rex. TOMMY stops In front of the Announcers table and stares at Rex. 

Lane: You gotta think that Tommy is really frustrated with Rex McAllisters recent come back.

Hart: Tommy had this series at one point but Rex has tied it up, now Tommy needs to not lose again. 

Lane: Can Rex beat him three in a row? This is Tommy Lipton we are talking about! 

Tommy Lipton slides into the ring and climbs the turnbuckle raising his arm high. He hops off and walks right up to Rex, centimeters away eye to eye with his rival, Rex McAllister. 

The crowd reacts loudly in anticipation of this face to face confrontation.

Rex raises his mic once more, his singapore cane in the other as he has it resting over his left shoulder again.
Rex: My, my...how the mighty have fallen. Has the last several weeks really brought you to this point?

Rex looks Tommy up and down, measuring his body language. Tommy's shows off his cold stare as he continues to eye Rex.

Rex: That seems to be the case here as I look and see a man standing before me that's gone from being so confident about his chances, through having this seemingly insurmountable lead in this best of five series, thinking that he just was pre-destined to move on to face the Undisputed World Champion that easily. 

Rex steps aside now as Tommy looks on, almost shocked that Rex continues to stand his ground, showing seemingly a lack of interest in Tommy's presence. Rex takes a couple of paces toward ropes to his right. Rex leans slightly to his right against the top rope.

Rex: Now look at you. Just another one of my opponents, coming unraveled at the seams. Giving into your hate, which is ever so obvious through those vengeful eyes.

Tommy looks on, still looking stone cold, but determined.

Rex: So, I suppose we have a contract to sign, don't we? 

Rex pauses a moment as he looks toward Tommy with a hint of a smile.

Rex: A contract that allows us to do inhumane things, commit complete atrocities against each other until one of us simply can not do so any longer.

Tommy nods in agreement.

Rex: A concept so diabolical, it could only come from the mind of a man that has committed such himself in all his time in this company.

Rex turns his attention toward General Manager, James Ranger, who looks on impassively at first.

Rex: I'll bet you never considered that for a second, Tommy. How this whole year, one of which we dominated everyone that put in front of us. Every step of the way, guys just like him have been trying to put us in this position, because it benefits him more than it will ever you or I.

Tommy turns his head slightly to look at Ranger as Rex speaks.
Rex: Tanno Waters tried his hand at it, and he failed. Maxfield Stanton was next to step up to the plate, and once again the same result. Now...

Rex gestures toward James Ranger.

Rex: ...this man. The same man that put us, the pair even he himself could not have foreseen the incomparable success we would go on to have. This is the same man who had a hand in putting you in this spot, Tommy. This is the man that's profiting most from all this. You and I? We're nothing more than extra television byrates for HIS show!

Rex now walks back over to where Tommy is now. Tommy refocuses all of his attention back on him. Rex points out toward the crowd.

Rex: And these sheep you call your diehards? You're ever loving faithful? They want to see you tear me apart.

Rex turns his head to the left.

Rex: Right???

Crowd: Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Kick his ass! Kick his ass!

Rex: They don't care about you, about your physical well being. About the things that will happen to you come Holiday Hell, when and where I will tear you apart.
Tommy looks intensely at Rex, wanting to pounce all over Rex, but continues to hear Rex out.

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Rex: They don't want us to get back together, ever! You and me? We could end this right now. Right here...two-two. We can leave it even, Tommy.

The crowd murmurs in disagreement as Tommy and Rex are laser focused on each other.

Rex: We could tell this piece of shit to take HIS WWX that we've kept alive for the past year, and shove it! Or, you can continues to allow your emotions to get the better of you, and we can go to Holiday Hell and kill each other for him?

Tommy turns his head slightly again toward Ranger before he turns his attention back to Rex, singapore cane still resting over his left shoulder and all. 

Hart: This is such an intense moment. Tommy Lipton wants nothing, but to rip this guy's head off! 

Lane: But will Tommy actually accept Rex's proposal? Will they both walk out??? Uh oh, here comes the boss stepping up now. There's no way he will stand for this.

James Ranger steps into the fray now. Tommy puts his hand up and smiles at Ranger and shakes his head... He turns his attention back to Rex McAllister and raises the Mic...

Tommy: No, no, you are wrong Rex, you are wrong about so many things... wrong about so many things right here in El Paso Texas! 

*CHEEEEER

Tommy: this show does NOT belong to him...

Tommy points at James Ranger.
Tommy: Nor does it belong to us, it belongs to them! They dictate who will be a success and who will fall from the graces! They choose through merch sales, attendance records and more. With out them WE don't exist and neither does the WWX! 

*CHEEEEER

Tommy: Rex McAllister and Tommy Lipton could battle it out right here right now but that's not what these fans want! 

*WE WANT A FIGHT WE WANT A FIGHT

Tommy: They think that's what they want but really it's not, nope, Rex they want to see us at Holiday Hell, they want a reason to tune into the WWX Network and watch. We Rex, we are that reason! Regardless what Syndicate, Darkness or anyone for that matter has to say, it was you and I drawing the high raitings for the WWX Network this past year. We were their favorites and now they are eager to see their hero's battle it out. Much like Star Wars, one has gone to the the dark and one stays in the light and it's up to this Last Jedi to take down the bad guy once and for all... that is what Holiday Hell is all about. It's a shame I know as I bet they all want to see us fight here and now!

Rex raises his mic slowly to speak.

Rex: Then so be it.

Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Rex drops the mic , and in one motion grabs the singapore cane with the same hand he just held the mic in and goes to swing at Tommy.

CRACK!!!

***BOOOOOOOOOOOO

Lane:  Tommy is once again going to Be bested by Rex McAllister! 

Rex looks at Tommy who is on his knees now trying to get up. Rex raises the cane once more and drops it but Tommy grabs hold with both hands and the look on Rex's shocked face is priceless. Tommy drills a hard look into the eyes of Rex and he stands up still holding the cane. 

*TOMMY! TOMMY!TOMMY!
Rex pulls back hard and rips the cane from Tommys grasp and goes to swing again but Tommy ducks and hits a kick to the gut of Rex and drops him with a Canadian Ice Breaker! Tommy looks up at James Ranger who smiles on with a slow applaud and then James points to the contract. Tommy walks over to it and reads over it. He pics up a Mic from off the table and looks at James Ranger then at the laid out Rex McAllister... He signs the contract and then walks over to Rex and places the contract on his chest and kneels down and presses the Mic against Rex's ear... 
 

Tommy: I Am Coming... See you at Holiday Hell! 

In The End By Linkin Park hits the PA as we fade to commercial
DING DING DING
Bonn: This match is scheduled for one fall..and it is the main event of the evening and it is a CHAMPION...
Bonn: VERSUS CHAMPION MATCH!
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Lights dim to black. Blue and white lights begin to flash as Guerilla Radio hits the PA system. Fire works fly from the ceiling to the entrance way and explode as "The Beast" powers through. He marches down to the ring ignoring the fans on both side.
Bonn: Introducing FIRST...weighing in at 320 pounds...he is the WORLD WRESTLING XISTENCE...INTERNATIONAL CHAMPION....HE IS THE BEAST....BOB MELLON!
Hart: The arena is going to lose its mind tonight.
Lane: I would have to agree...as this is a dream match to end dream matches. Quite honestly a true test booked here by James Ranger, as Syndicate has to prove he is the greatest world champion against an IWA Legend in Bob Mellon.
Hart: IT goes without question, that Bob Mellon, despite the recent last few weeks, has been undefeated in his matches, dominating in fashion and in execution.
House lights to half when he arrives to the ring. The Beast enters the ring wearing Royal Blue trunks with white jagged lines with block letters on the rear reading "The Beast". The Beast rips of his shirt as the crowd boos vehemently. As the lights come up and the music dies down, Mellon runs from rope to rope warming up. Music comes to an end.
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CHEEEEEEER!

Static, followed by "Bulls on Parade", fills the Don Haskins Center, bringing the crowd to their feet.

Hart: Ladies and gentlemen, this is going to be a slobberknocker of a main event.  Champion versus champion, legend versus legend, Bob Mellon versus Syndicate.

Lane: Just a year ago, some would consider this a "dream match".  Tonight, here in El Paso, that dream comes true!

Syndicate steps out onto the stage, proudly holding the World Championship on his left shoulder.  He is dressed in a red leather jacket, gray undershirt, black denim jeans, and black Nike sneakers.  He performs a crucifix pose at the top of the ramp before making his way down towards the ring.

Bonn: And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California, weighing 224 pounds, he is the Undisputed World Heavyweight Champion...SYYYYYNDICATEEE!!!

CHEER!

Syndicate slides into the ring and climbs up one of the turnbuckles before performing a crucifix pose on the second rope.  He then jumps down and walks over to Bob Mellon.  Syndicate stretches out his hand, and Bob does the same.  The two shake before retreating to their respective corners.

Hart: A handshake to start this match!  That's not something you typically see from Syndicate.

Lane: Well, usually, he's a cocky a-hole, but tonight, he seems more serious, like he's the one with the chip on his shoulder.  We'll see how that attitude works out for him in the ring.
Syndicate backs away to his corner, before both champions begin to circle the ring before even the ref signals for the bell, the fans start getting hyped at the dream match that's about to unfold.
Hart: You can feel the excitement in the arena for this one.
Lane: They could wait for the bell to ---
DING DING
The fans scream in joy as the two champions blitz to the center of the ring, immediately lock and collar in the center. They jockey for an advantage, but both exhibit tactical know how, preventing the other from gaining an advantage.
They break away instantly from what seems to be a solid minute, the fans clapping their hands as both wrestlers merely smile and nod. They immediately circle each other, looking for an opening.
Again, they meet up in the middle, they tie and collar again, but this time, Bob pushes Syndicate with force, driving Syndicate into a corner. The fans' excitement simmers as Bob simply holds him place. The ref runs over...
ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR
FIVE
The ref pushes on Bob to break it up, to which he does open palms away from Syndicate.
Taking an advantage, Syndicate bolts out of the corner, knocking one upon Bob with the Original Syn, the fans screaming in shock at the quickness of the world champion.
Syndicate covers!
ONE
Bob rockets Syndicate up and away from him as he pushes his shoulders up, Syndicate immediately gets to his feet as Bob looks furious, smiling all the while.
Hart: Oh shit, i don't wanna be Syndicate right now.
Bob gets to his feet faster than Syndicate can connect with a big boot, caught mid-swing by the International Champion, who swiftly pulls and spins Syndicate in one fluid motion, catching him with a devasting German Suplex that knocks the air out of the surprised world champion.
Hart: Good God Syndicate!
Lane: Bullet...meet Wall
Syndicate struggles to no avail as Bob continues the assault, unleashing yet another german suplex, continued from the first, again the air is knocked out of Syndicate as he tries to struggle, the look of concern on his face as Bob smiles hungrily, executing a mean german suplex for the third time, releasing Syndicate.
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Syndicate is clean bounced across the mat, but the International Champion targets the world champion, yet Syndicate with haste rolls out of the ring, desperate to put distance.
Hart: Wise strategy by the world champion, clearly he thought he did his homework..
Lane: Homework?! Bob Mellon is the epitome of final exams in this company. You better bring those cliff notes from the archives.
Bob rolls out of the ring as Syndicate tries to stand up, only to get knocked back down with a mean clothesline. The outlaw's eyes bulge briefly as he lands back on his back, as the International Champion rallies, grabbing ahold of his prey, placing him on his shoulders.
The fans go wild as Bob starts running, Syndicate looking dazed!
Hart: Running Powerslam into the barricades!
Syndicate connects shoulder first into the barricades, the pain and anguish clearly in his face as he tries to comphrend what just happened, Bob looks to the crowd, threatening to smack a Syndicate fan nearby as he walks over.
THREE(edited)
Bob takes notice of the count, grabbing Syndicate, he rolls into the world champion into the ring.
FIVE
Bob rolls into the ring, he immediately covers, lifting the leg up!
ONE
TWO
Syndicate struggles but he manages to put the shoulder up, elicting a cheer from the fans, as Bob looks in amusement at the world champion. He stands up, again smiling.
Hart: I haven't seen Bob this happy in some time.
Lane: Not since he won the International Championship. Syndicate might wanna fight back like his life depends on it
Bob gets up, running for the ropes, he comes back looking to drop the Beast-Drop upon Syndicate, but Syndicate's kicks up, catching Bob on the fall, stunning the International Champion.
Syndicate rallies with the fans cheering him on, struggling to connect with the dropkick, which connects sending Bob stumbling back to the corner
Syndicate charges, connecting with another dropkick, sending Bob to the mat, Syndicate covers!
ONE
TWO
Bob pushes his shoulder up clearly not intenting to give up, the fans' shouting for either side.
Syndicate rolls Bob, crocodille style into the Vault, locking it in the center of the ring!
Hart: Bob in trouble here!
Lane: Clearly it is a miracle to see this happen can Syndicate pull it off!
Bob tries to break the lock, trying to strike Syndicate, who only shifts position and locks it in further. Bob is pale blue at this moment as it is clear he has no where to escape.
Lane: Come on Bob! Push through it!
Hart: This is it Syndicate!
Bob struggles as Syndicate continues to hold the lock in, til you see his arm go limp in the center of the ring, the ref goes to check..
ONE
The hand drops limp....
the fans get quiet in anticipation...
TWOOOOOO
Again the hand goes limp as Syndicate is wide eyed with this match to end
THREEEEEE
The hand falls....
it hits the mat limp!
The ref signals for the bell, a joyous sigh of relief is on Syndicate's face as his theme hits...
Bonn: Your winner....the WWX Undisputed Champion...SYN.....DICATE!
Hart: Good grief he pulled a miracle!
Lane: I don't know where he found the strength but he is the only one to properly knock our International Champion down!
Syndicate stands up, holding up his championship belt, when Darkness clean clocks him from behind, the fans in anger boo in response to the attack as Bob rolls out of the ring...
Hart: Darkness is here! Clearly looking to set an example upon the world champion!
Darkness immediately levels the tired champion with a Spinebuster in the middle of the ring, eyeing the world championship as he kicks Syndicate out of the ring.
He smiles as Syndicate struggles to get up, but Darkness picks him up and attempts to whip him into the steel steps, but Syndicate reverses it, sending the #1 Contender into the steel steps instead.
Syndicate immediately grabs his belt and walks back when suddenly the lights begin to flicker left and right, a masked man hops out from the fans' section as Syndicate tries to get his bearings, clocking him with a steel chair as he turns.
Hart: Again the masked man attacks!
Lane: Yet this time it is the world champion that is the target. What gives?!
The scene is a chaotic mess as the masked man is seen leaving Syndicate lying on the ground, Darkness witnessing it all, trying to stand and Bob Mellon leaning against the Barricades.


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