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We are TAPED at the Pepsi Center in Denver, Colorado as Showdown Episode Thirty Four is on the air! Tonight, more qualifying matches for Xtreme Battle Zone culminating with Carlos Shotgun versus Robert Mastro in the main event. Also, more happenings with Syndicate and William Knighthawk makes his Showdown return! Will the Skeletons of Society make their presence known tonight? That plus much, much more.

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Earlier in the day. Before Showdown kicked off Kazadine is shown, inside Dark Stranger's locker room and he's bargaining with Mike Dimter who is locked away in that cage.

Kazadine: Yes, I promise. I will let you out.

Dimter: Okay? But you're saying I have to trade you my soul?

Kazadine: Yes, that is what I'm saying. I'll let you out this cage but only if you give me your soul.

Dimter: No! No! I'm tired of this.

Kazadine: Suit yourself.

Dimter reaches his hands up to the cage, barely able to get fingers out.

Dimter: Anything but this. I'll do whatever you ask Kazadine.

Kazadine: Alright, then say the magic words. Kazadine, you are the Dark Prince! And I will free you...

Dimter: Okay. Kazadine, you are the Dark Prince!

Kazadine throws a handful of black dust to the ground and the sound of a bomb goes off. A spark flies and the room fills with black smoke. When the smoke clears, the cage door is still locked shut but Dimter has escaped the cage.

Dimter: Thank you.

Kazadine: Now quick. We must escape.

Kazadine draws a door handle on a wall and opens it like a secret door. He closes the door, just as Dark Stranger walks in the locker room with Lady Gaga.

Stranger: He's gone! Mike Dimter is gone.

Gaga: What happened? Where that puppet go?

Stranger looks directly in the camera.

Stranger: YOUR SOUL IS MINE!

Stranger rushes out of the locker room. The camera cuts back to ringside.

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Opening Match: The Dark Stranger vs Kazadine - Xtreme Battle Zone Qualifier

Dark Stranger is shown in the ring pacing, the arena lit in red and Lady GaGa screaming at him from ringside. Dark Stranger is pissed. Kazadine music hits and Dark Stranger is waiting on him. Fans are booing as Kazadine appears from under the ring and Lady GaGa tries to call out to Dark Stranger but not before Kazadine hits him with an ax handle to the back of the skull! Kazadine puts the boots to Dark Stranger and pulls him in for an Atomic Drop! Kazadine tries to follow with a clothesline but The Dark Stranger grabs him by the throat!

The commentators say he's going for the Darkness Chokeslam but Kazadine kicks his way out of it and pulls him in for a sick DDT! Kazadine covers him up for the one... kick out! Dark Stranger sits up and Kazadine follows up with a boot to his skull. Kazadine goes to pick Dark Stranger off the ground and Dark Stranger uppercuts his way out of it!!! He backs him up to the ropes and slings him to the ropes for a Big Boot to the face! Dark Stranger covers for a one... two.. kick out! Dark Stranger picks Kazadine up by the throat and tosses him in the corner with one hand. Dark Stranger unleashes with uppercuts and inside knees to the mid-section. Kazadine tries to fall to a knee but Dark Stranger starts choking him out in the corner. Ref trying to count Dark Stranger off and Kazadine gets a thumb to the eye.

Dark Stranger turns to hold his eyes and Kazadine mounts top turnbuckle for a great Ax Handle Smash! Kazadine then goes for a Big Leg and connects! Hooking a leg for the one... two.. shoulder up. Lady GaGa spots Mike Dimter at the top of the ramp and chases after him. Dimter sprints backstage and the match continues with Kazadine going for a Slingshot Suplex. But he can't hold Dark Stranger up long enough. He tries to resituate it. But Dark Stranger pulls him in for a European Uppercut! Followed by a quick Suplex attempt of his own and connects with it! Kazadine's back smacks the canvas. Suddenly Paige appears from under the ring and the fans try pointing her out.

The Dark Stranger spots her on the outside apron and yells for her to get off. Dark Stranger appears to be going for a Big Leg anyways and runs the ropes. Paige hits him in the back of the head and that sets Dark Stranger off!! The ref tries to order her out of there and tries to hold Dark Stranger back. Kazadine turns around and goes for a heart punch on The Dark Stranger but Dark Stranger moves just in time and Kazadine stops short of the ref's chest. Dark Stranger turns him around and sets up for that Tombstone Piledriver. The Heel from Hell then hits him with the Darkness Falls and folds his arms over his chest. One... two... three! Dark Stranger raises his arms in victory and he yells out to Paige again. The Dark Stranger leaves the ring finally and Paige tends to Kazadine the Dark Prince.

Winner by Pinfall: The Dark Stranger

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As Dark Stranger heads up the aisle he spots Lady GaGa with Mike Dimter back in the cage. The Dark Stranger jogs back there to check out what's going on. The cameras follow him all the way to the back. Dark bursts in to his locker room and sees that his other puppets, Ryan Ryder and The Ray are sitting there as well.

Stranger: How did you get him back?

Gaga: Easy. His soul wasn't his to begin with... we already know it belongs to you!

Stranger: That's right. Hahaha. That's right. Because I'm the DEMON of DESTRUCTION!!! And these are allll my puppets.... aha.

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"I am a Viking" by Yngwie Malmsteen cues over the PA system as that can only mean the return of William Knighthawk. The 2011 King of Xtreme makes his way out with "The Real Mercy Killer" Robert Mastro as the two of them take a walk down towards the ring. Knighthawk has made it known that with his return, also marks the return of the Skeletons of Society. The SOS enter the ring to a mixed reaction with mostly cheers for Knighthawk's return to the XWF. The music cuts out as Knighthawk continues to look around the arena.

Knighthawk: "I'm going to cut to the chase here. It's nice to hear this reaction from everybody but I did not come back here for a feel good moment. I didn't come back here as a favor to anybody else. I came back here for unfinished business. You see when the XWF returned to television and they were looking for the next big thing, they had it with William Knighthawk! Unfortunately there were a few roadblocks that came about which caused my exit. Did it effect me? I think it effected the XWF much much more. So much they had a guy with a bucket of chicken running roughshod. So much, that they had to bring back legends that should have hung it up a long time ago! Well no more reason for them to be here. I'm here to take back what is rightfully mine. My spot at the top of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation! You have a guy named Carlos Shotgun who thinks he's the bad man around here but from what my new friend Robert Mastro has been telling me, that hasn't been the case!"

Knighthawk hands the microphone over to the Real Mercy Killer.

Mastro: "Carlos, you've been wasting everyones time for far too long. We're not here to see you make a mockery out of Iron Man, we're here for wrestling!"

The crowd boos as Mastro shakes his head.

Crowd: "Iron Bong! Iron Bong! Iron Bong!"

Mastro: "Shut up!"

The crowd boos again.

Mastro: "That doesn't matter right now. Besides the fact that you're too busy getting high to even know what I'm telling you. I'll let everyone out here know this. Knighthawk made the right decision making me a member of the Skeletons of Society. Tonight your precious little Iron Bong is going to understand who the Real Mercy Killer is. He's going to find out what Robert Mastro is all about! You better believe that Skeletons of Society at the end of Showdown will be all over the net, trending worldwide!"

Mastro drops the microphone as the crowd boos again. "I am a Viking" cues up over the PA system as the SOS make their way out of the ring.

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As we cut to Lars Douglas's office. Standing across his desk is a man in a black mask and black gear.

Lars: "What are you? A member of the G.I. Joe?"

Unknown: "Wouldn't you like to know."

Lars: "Oh, 'Unknown' right?"

The man in the black mask looks Lars over.

Unknown: "Yeah, that's right. Unknown. Unknown to the world. But not foreign to the XWF. Not a stranger to the Xtreme Wrestling Federation."

Lars: "You speak in riddles. I speak directly. And it's your lucky day... because next Showdown you will be in an XBZ Qualifier against ... Jive of the Hollywood Poets. You two have something in common I think..."

Unknown: "And what's that? Does Jive loathe himself for being apart from the XWF? Admist the chaos... I see clear. Ever so clear now! That the XWF was meant for me and I was meant to come back at Xtreme Battle Zone for a reason."

Lars: "What's that?"

Unknown: "That's my purpose... to..."

Lars: "No! What the hell is that behind you?"

Unknown spins around and is face-to-face with..


Unknown turns back to face Lars. He shakes his head in disgust. Scene cuts back to ringside.

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"The Beast" Dustin Holt vs "Happy Go Lucky" Gary - Xtreme Battle Zone Qualifier

Dustin Holt slides in the ring and Gary gives the boots to him. Gary tries to irishwhip and Holt reverses it to an irishwhip of his own. Gary bounces back and catches a knee to the stomach. Followed by a Tilt-a-whirl Slam! He goes for the cover and gets the one... two.. Holt picks his head off the mat and smiles up at the official. The commentators speculate that Dustin Holt is making an example of Gary but he's risking losing this easy road to XBZ.

Holt picks him up and Suplexes him to the ground!! Then he applies the Jellyfish Tentacle and Gary immediately taps out!!! But Holt doesn't let go. He wrenches back on the twit and just keeps working Gary over on the mat. The ref tries to pry him off and calls out two more officials. Holt lets go and shoves some officials back. They form a half-circle around him and Holt waits for Gary to get off the ground, DKO!! The crowd is stunned and Dustin Holt looks back over his shoulder at what he's just done. The refs afraid to approach him as he smiles sadistically at "Happy Go Lucky" Gary.

Winner by Submission: "The Beast" Dustin Holt

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Bob Levy is standing by with the Xtreme Champion, Pike Lorenzo. Lorenzo as always is wearing his full preacher gear while holding a cup of holy wine. The Xtreme Championship rests comfortably on his shoulder sparkling like a light of hope.

Levy: "Pike Lorenzo."

Pike inturrupts Levy holding his hand up before he has a chance to speak.

Pike: "Mister Levy you and I are not friends. You may call me the Preacher. I take it back. You asking questions at this time is completely unnecessary."

Levy shakes his head and takes a step back as a chorus of boos are heard in the background.

Pike: "As everyone knows by now, I have made it my mission my duty. This is my service to the lord jesus christ to bring sanctity to the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. Coming up in Los Angeles at the Xtreme Battle Zone, my loyal subjects will bear witness to the next step in my mission. My blue print of success in spreading the good word. You see Mister Levy, the first thing was to bring Xtreme Sportsmanship to the most barberic of championships, the Xtreme Title. So far everyone has seen what takes place when you put faith in front of steel chairs, barbed wire, and tables. The faith will guide you to victory as it has done for me."

The boos grow louder and louder as Pike turns his attention towards the camera.

Pike: "They will understand father. Soon enough they will. Please forgive their ignorance for they not know what they do."

Pike closes his eyes and says a little prayer before continuing.

Pike: "Dangerous Cliff Saxton. Cliff the only thing dangerous in this case is your confidence that brutality will beat the Lord. You too need to be cleansed of the ignorance that has overcome you. Not to worry, that is what I am here to do. Cliff do not take this as punishment. Take this as enlightenment. Take this as a path that you may see towards the light. The light of becoming a follower. The light of faith. See this for what it is but do not for one think that you will advance to the Xtreme Battle Zone. That path is for the Preacher. That path is for Pike Lorenzo, Cliff. This will be quick, to the point. There will be no parading around or signs of vein. This is a duty. This is what I am here to do. The lord will see me through this match, though Xtreme Battle Zone, all the way to Xtreme Mania Eight. E nomini patri, et Fili e spiritu sancti, amen!"

Pike slowly takes a sip off the holy wine before walking off camera. The camera cuts to ringside.

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"Hollywood Poet" Jive vs Marcus "The Wolf" Andrews - Chairs Match

Jive is in the ring standing in front of a microphone on a stand. Looks like we're going to get some spoken word before this match begins. However before he can say anything, Marcus Andrews slides in and knocks him over on top of the microphone. The crowd boos at the Wolf who slides out and goes for a steel chair. Jive tries to get back to his feet as Andrews tosses the chair back in. Jive kicks the chair away and starts hitting right hand shots to Andrews. Jive hits an atomic drop and goes for the chair.

Andrews seems to be rolling around on the canvas as Jive tries to turn him around. As Andrews turns around, he sprays a red mist into Jive's eyes! Jive cannot see anything and starts to blindly swing in the air. Andrews wipes the blood like mist from his mouth as the crowd boos again. Andrews picks up the chair and ducks another blind swing from Jive. Andrews kicks Jive in the midsection and chairs him in the head! Andrews picks up Jive and yells at him before chairing him in the head one more time! Jive falls to the canvas in a heap as Andrews covers him. One.. Two.. Three!

Winner by Pinfall: Marcus "The Wolf" Andrews

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Andrews gets out of the ring and Only by Nine Inch Nails begins to play. The world heavyweight champion, Rage, makes his way out and he looks to be in a foul mood. He darts to the ring where Jive is slowly starting to get up. Rage kicks him in the mid-section before hoisting Jive up and dropping him with a jackknife powerbomb. The fans boo as Rage demands a microphone from the announcer. He removes his jacket and looks right into the camera.

Rage: I am through waiting to get what is rightfully mine. I am sick and tired of playing games. Original, get out here right NOW!

The lights go off and the typing sound is heard as letters show up on the big screen.

We… Are… Here…

THE SYNDICATE

"Headlong Flight" by Rush plays and The Original makes his way out wearing a fancy suit while holding the world heavyweight championship across his shoulder. The fans boo him loudly as he takes his sunglasses off and smiles.

Rage: Get in this ring RIGHT NOW.

The fans cheer as Original shrugs it off.

Original: You don’t get it, do you? You don’t give orders around here. At Jaded you lost the title to The Syndicate. The world championship you knew doesn’t exist anymore. This here is The Syndicate World Title. This was born of the blood of its two former champions, Carlos Shotgun and you Rage. If anything you should be nice to me and I just might grant you a title shot…

Rage: That’s what this is all about isn’t it? You know I get to choose my opponent and this is your way to manipulate me into granting you a world title match. I got news for you Original. I’ve known who my opponent will be from the start. Since I became champion I have KILLED everyone in my path. I broke Shotgun. I buried Falkenyork. I snapped Adkins in half. I AM the ELITE KILLER.

The fans boo as Rage looks at Original.

Rage: And I AM your worst nightmare. I have fought only the best and I have proven beyond any doubt that I am the greatest of all time. I beat three half of famers in a row. I beat three former world champions. I have nothing but…

Original: You have done NOTHING! NOTHING! All you did was break the elite. I am sick and tired of this. The Elite are gone. Adkins has seen the light and joined the single most powerful in the history of wrestling. Falkenyork took his ball and ran home and Shogun is too high to know where he is half the time. You talk about them as if they were the holy grail? Look at me! I am the first triple crown winner in the XWF. I am an ORIGINAL. I gave birth to this whole thing. If it wasn’t for me none of you, NONE OF YOU would be HERE.

The fans boo as Original is visibly agitated as he continues.

Original: For too long, too long, I have been overlooked. I have been downplayed as if I was somehow past my prime. All of this stopped the moment The Syndicate came in. Now I have all the cards. I have all the powers. I have the championship and you Rage, you have NOTHING. I can beat you at anything. I can outwrestle you any day of the week! I am better than you in every possible way. I always have been and I’m willing to prove it. I am the greatest ever! I can beat anyone at any time!

The fans heckle Original who looks around annoyed.

Rage: I will give you the title shot right now under one condition. You say you are the greatest ever? You say you can beat me in any match? You can “outwrestle” me? You want to be considered above the elite? You want a fight?

Original looks at Rage puzzled before nodding confidently.

Rage: I’m going to make your life a living hell. I’m going to make sure people remember your slow demise. I am going to break you piece by piece. Original, you want to be the best? You will fight me at Xtreme Battle Zone… in an Iron Man match.

Original’s eyes grow wide as the fans cheer. He looks around as the fans taunt him. He looks at the belt before looking back at Rage with a serious look on his face.

Original: …

Rage: Unbelievable. For the first time in your career you finally understand your role. You understand that nobody wants to hear you talk out of your ass the way you do week in and week out! Nothing would satisfy me more than beating the living HELL out of you for sixty full minutes. So what is it going to be Original? Time to put up or shut up!

Original looks hesitant for a moment before snapping his head up microphone raised.

Original: YOU ARE ON!

The fans cheer as Rage smiles confidently before growing serious again.

Rage: Good. Original realize this. You want to parade around with the championship title as if it belongs to the Syndicate. Realize this you little nugget. They say that possession is nine tenths of the law and with that you feel that the championship belongs to you. That championship may be in your possession Original. At Xtreme Battle Zone? Iron Man match? Your ass belongs to the MODERN, DAY, MONSTER!

Rage drops the microphone as the expression on Original's face changes to one of slight concern. Original shakes his head and gives off a smile before walking away. The camera cuts to commercial.

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March 2013

Los Angeles, California

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XWF Presents "Xtreme Battle Zone" LIVE on Pay Per View

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Xtreme Champion Pike "The Preacher" Lorenzo vs "Dangerous" Cliff Saxton - Xtreme Battle Zone Qualifier

Saxton shows no signs of backing up from the Preacher as the bell sounds off. Saxton charges with a swing as Lorenzo ducks. Lorenzo ducks again and grabs a headlock. Saxton shoves him off and goes for a clothesline but gets backdropped. Lorenzo picks up Saxton and armbar tosses him to the canvas before backing up. Saxton gets up and charges into a drop toehold. Saxton slides out of the ring showing signs of frustration. Saxton back into the ring starts to taunt Lorenzo. Lorenzo slaps his hand down and hits a european uppercut. Another uppercut connects before Lorenzo drops Saxton with a dropkick into a cover. One.. Two.. Saxton kicks out.

Lorenzo picks up Saxton and goes for another forearm shot. Saxton blocks and hits a right. Another right connects. Saxton whips Lorenzo off the ropes and hits a backdrop. Lorenzo tries to get up but gets cut off with a shot to the back. Saxton picks up Lorenzo and goes for a whip. Lorenzo counters and whips Saxton into the corner. Lorenzo goes for a charge and Saxton sunset flips over into a pinning attempt. Lorenzo rolls through as Saxton tries to go for the ropes. Lorenzo grabs Saxton by the legs and slingshots him neck first into the bottom rope. Lorenzo pulls Saxton out and covers. One.. Two.. Saxton gets the shoulder up. Lorenzo hooks the leg. One.. Two.. Saxton kicks out before the three count.

Lorenzo picks up Saxton and hits a backbreaker into another cover. One.. Two.. Saxton gets the shoulder up again. Lorenzo grabs a hold of Saxton's arm and goes for a cross armbreaker. Saxton rolls backwards and tries to get back to his feet. Saxton grabs a hold of Lorenzo and tries for the Finisher out of nowhere. Lorenzo counters out and goes for the Holy Grail. Saxton breaks loose and rolls up Lorenzo. One.. Two.. Lorenzo kicks out before the three. Lorenzo rolls back to his feet as Saxton goes for a swing. Lorenzo ducks under and gets a go behind. Full nelson locked. Lorenzo drops Saxton with the Holy Grail! Lorenzo rolls up Saxton as the referee checks the shoulders to the canvas. One.. Two.. Three!

Winner by Pinfall: Pike "The Preacher" Lorenzo

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El Mito is walking around backstage as he runs into Darren Romeo.

Romeo: Mito.

Mito: Romeo.

Romeo: Great to see that two up and comers such as ourselves have a chance to show everyone what the future of this company is all about.

Mito: Ha ha.

Romeo: What's so funny?

Mito shakes his head.

Mito: Nothing. Was just thinking of something.

Romeo: Well whatever. Was thinking though. We should, help each other out. It'll benefit us in the long run.

Mito: Romeo oh Romeo. I'd agree with you but honestly I think there's other reasons for that proposal. I think you just remember what happened the last time the two of us squared off in the ring.

Romeo looks a bit annoyed.

Romeo: That was then and this is now. Just keep in mind. If it comes down to us squaring off one on one, we'll see what happens this time around.

Romeo walks off as we go back to ringside.

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Main Event: "The Elite Savior" Carlos Shotgun vs "The Real Mercy Killer" Robert Mastro

Shotgun circles around Mastro before locking up to start up the match. Mastro immediately pushes Shotgun into the ropes and follows with a quick left, right, left combination. Shotgun tries to cover up but the shots land. Shotgun pushes Mastro back and immediately gets a takedown followed by a barrage of punches. Mastro pushes Shotgun off who immediately runs the ropes and fires a clothesline. Mastro ducks and Shotgun runs the opposite way. Mastro launches Shotgun with a hip toss. Shotgun gets up and Mastro immediately slams him down to the mat.

Shotgun gets up and staggers into the corner. Mastro charges at him and rams right into Shotgun. Shogun falls in a sitting position and Mastro gets a head of steam and runs towards him before driving a knee to the face. Shogun seems to be momentarily out while Knighthawk is seen on the outside cheering his stable mate on. Mastro picks up Shotgun by the hair who quickly nails him with quick lefts and rights to the midsection. Mastro is stunned as Shotgun slams him head first into the top turnbuckle. Mastro bounces off and Shotgun immediately grabs him into a Russian leg sweep and sends Mastro crashing into the turnbuckle in a move he calls The Bong Hit.

Shotgun grabs Mastro’s leg and pulls him into the center ring before hooking the legs and sitting back into a sharpshooter. The fans pop as Shotgun pulls back comfortably. Mastro is seen in serious pain as the referee checks on him and asks him to give up. William Knighthawk climbs on the apron and starts trash talking Shotgun. Shotgun lets go of Mastro and immediately leaps at Knighthawk with a right hand. Knighthawk flies into the security railing on the outside and the fans cheer loudly. As Shotgun turns around Mastro immediately drops him with a double arm DDT. Mastro immediately pins Shogun one… two… kickout! The fans boo as Mastro gets up and taunts them. He points at Shotgun and picks him up by the hair. Immediately Mastro follows up with a perfect T-Bone Suplex.

Mastro signals for the end as Knighthawk is seen recuperated and slamming the mat in support. Shotgun slowly gets up and Mastro immediately picks him up into a cradle piledriver. Shotgun slips out at the last second and lands on his feet. He kicks Mastro and hooks him up before dropping him into a German Suplex. Shogun holds on as the fans pop as he picks Mastro up and drops him down into a second German suplex. Shogun picks him up again and lifts him. Mastro powers out and runs a clothesline. Shotgun ducks and hooks Mastro and drops him into a T-Bone suplex of his own as the arena explodes.

Shotgun hooks the leg one…two… Knighthawk is seen on the apron yelling at Shotgun once again. Shotgun gets up and gets right on his face and dares him to enter the ring. From behind Mastro charges towards Shotgun. Shotgun moves out of the way and Mastro stops right before he hits Knighthawk. Mastro puts his arms up and Knighthawk screams for him to watch out. As Mastro turns around Shotgun immediately kicks him to the mid section and drops him into a bullet bomb. Shotgun pins one… two… three!

Winner by Pinfall: "The Elite Savior" Carlos Shotgun

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The referee raises Shotgun’s hand but he shakes loose and looks down at Knighthawk. Knighthawk mouths some words and Shotgun dares him to get in the ring. Knighthawk sees this and takes off his shirt and climbs up on the apron. The fans pop as both men tease a comfrontation. Shotgun motions for him to enter and Knighthawk looks around at the fans before smiling and stepping in the ring.

Shotgun and Knighthawk waste no time exchanging lefts and right as the arena explodes. From behind, Mastro charges at Shotgun and it becomes two on one. The SOS proceeds to beat down Shotgun with vicious punches. Shotgun tries to fight back but Knighthawk and Mastro are relentless. Mastro holds Shotgun as Knighthawk hits a big punch to the stomach which drops Shotgun.

Knighthawk immediately grabs Shotgun and drops him with the Out of Your Misery cradle piledriver. Mastro and Knighthawk celebrate when the lights go off and strobe lights start flickering. Letters are seen being types on the big screen.

We… Are… Here…

THE SYNDICATE

"Nobody Hears" by Suicidal Tendencies plays and Mark Adkins comes out with a chair and a microphone. He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring. Knighthawk and Mastro stare at him but back down and exit the ring. Adkins sets the chair and sits on it and looks down at Shotgun.

Adkins: I don’t know how to break this to you Shotty… but we need to talk.

Shotgun is clearly out which seems to annoy Adkins. Adkins: Carlos, I really need your attention on this one.

Adkins gets up, folds up the chair and slams it down on Shotgun’s right arm. Shotgun wakes up and holds his arm in pain as Adkins start laughing.

Adkins: There we go. Better! Let me help you out a bit more…

Adkins swings the chair and hits Shotgun in the left arm. Shotgun rolls to the side in clear pain.

Adkins: January twenty second, two thousand and twelve. Does that date mean anything to you Shot? Does it?

Shotgun is seen trying to sit up but his arms provide no support.

Adkins: You are NOT listening to ME!

Adkins hits Shotgun in the right leg and Shotgun is seen in crucial pain trying to gain distance.

Adkins: January twenty second, two thousand and twelve. DO YOU REMEMBER THE DATE?! DO YOU!?!

Adkins hits Shotgun in the left leg and Shotgun is just destroyed siting back looking up at Shotgun.

Adkins: The day everything changed. The day YOU became a three time, three time, three time XWF Heavyweight champ, remember that bro? Remember?

The fans are shocked as Adkins hits Shotgun across the mid-section. Shotgun is helpless by this point.

Adkins: Los Angeles, California. Two elite, one match, one title. January twenty second, two thousand and twelve. The day you stole my world title. The day you stole my glory. You went on to have what is considered one of the greatest reigns in recent memory. That was supposed to be MY accolade. MY accomplishment. Since that date nothing has quite been the same. Since that date… I… haven’t been the same.

Shotgun is breathing heavily and Adkins looks at him with a deranged look.

Adkins: Am I boring you? Am I?!

Adkins swings the chair across the midsection once more.

Adkins: You stole the spotlight. You stole my glory. I’m going to pay you back ten fold. I just heard that next week you will have a chance to qualify for Xtreme Battle Zone against your good buddy William Knighthawk. How typical. While I am forgotten you get handed yet another opportunity to sneak into the main event and submit this people to another one of your bullshit eras. This is the era of the Messiah. This is the era of THE SYNDICATE. We are in control, not you.

The fans are booing as Adkins puts the chair across Shotgun’s throat and leans on it.

Adkins: If I were you I would seriously consider heading back into exile. Put on your suit and fly away because I assure you Shotgun, if you make it to Los Angeles, I will end your miserable career. I will burn everything that you have. Everything that you own. Everything… that you love. I will rape your hooker wife and I will beat on your daughter like the little whore that she is. And the sad part? Not only will they not have a choice in the matter, but they will embrace it. They will learn to ENJOY it.

Shotgun’s eyes grow wide as Adkins leans back and starts laughing. Shotgun sits up and tries with all his strength to get up, Adkins taunting him all the way.

Adkins: I’m going to be watching. And just so you can’t say I never gave you nothing… take this as a gift… from me to you.

Shotgun is up to his knees as Adkins steps back and swings the chair to the side of the head. Shotgun is out cold as Adkins slams the chair on his back before extending his arms and posing in the middle of the ring. The crowd starts booing as Adkins extends his hands and looks down at a Shotgun. The copyright is displayed on the screen as the scene fades to black.

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