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PART III

The scene opens up backstage in a dark room where The Dark Prince Kazadine stands in front of a lit candle.

Kazadine: "Last Showdown the world saw but a preview of what I can really do. Devilyn Storm wants pain? He wants to play with darkness? I will give him that and much more. At the next Showdown Devilyn Storm will meet his maker and I assure you he will never be the same again. See you at Showdown…"

Kazadine starts levitating before flashing a sinister smile.

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World Heavyweight Champion Carlos Shotgun vs Rage - Dead Cell Match for the World Heavyweight Championship

The camera cuts back to ringside for one of tonight's featured contests. The crowd turns their attention towards the ring. Danielle Worley looks up in the air as the twenty five foot steel cage starts lowering down.

Manic: "Carlos Shotgun has been a dominant World Champion over the last seven months but there's a strange feeling in the air tonight."

Chico: "Yeah but how many times as the Elite Savior been in a position to lose only to show people why he's considered the Greatest of All Time?"

Manic: "This is true Manic. We'll see how that goes in just a few moments."

The ringcrew starts to secure the cage and check to make sure everything is in place. We get a thumbs up as Danielle Worley looks towards the entrance way.

*ding* *ding* *ding*

Worley: "The following is the Dead Cell match.. It is for the Xtreme Wrestling Federation.. World Heavyweight Championship! This match will be contested under Last Man Standing rules.. The victor will be the individual who can keep their opponent incapacitated for the referee's ten count."

Manic: "For those who might need a better visual so to speak on this cage. Think of it like Hell in a Cell."

Chico: "Yeah but without using those words so we don't get a phonecall from a Stamford Connecticut based company."

Chico elbows Manic in the arm. The stadium lights fade as we cut to a side stage. Nine Inch Nails is standing by for a live rendition of Rage's theme "Only".

Rage makes his way out to a mixed reaction of cheers drowned out by boos. Rage shows no emotion towards the fans as he continues his walk down the eisle.

Worley: "Making his way down the eisle is the challenger. He is from Cleveland, Ohio.. Weighing in tonight at three hundred and twenty six pounds.. He is a 2011 Hall of Fame Inductee and former Xtreme Champion.. The Master of the Straight to Hell powerbomb.. Rage!!!"

Rage looks up at the demonic steel structure as he walks through the cage door. Worley looks terrified as Rage circles around the ring announcer.

Manic: "Rage has shown that he has no remorse and honestly I don't blame Worley for being the slightest bit scared at this time!"

Chico: "Oh no doubt Rage will snap out on anybody at any given time!"

The camera cuts to another side stage. AC/DC is standing by for a live rendition of Shotgun's theme "Shoot to Thrill".

The camera cuts over to a shot of a makeshift landing pad that's set up at the side of the entrance way.

Manic: "Where's Shotgun?"

The crowd looks up in the sky as a helicopter reading "CSR Enterprises" flys overhead. Happy Hogan is piloting the helicopter as we see get a shot of the World Champion. The crowd erupts when they see who it is.

Manic: "There he is!"

Chico: "The Elite Savior!"

As the helicopter starts lowering down, we see Carlos Shotgun with a glass of wine in one hand and a whore wrapped around his arm. Rage continues to pace around the ring as the chopper lands. Shotgun hops off the chopper with the World Championship around his waist.

Worley: "Making his way down the eisle.. From San Juan, Puerto Rico.. Weighing in tonight at two hundred and twenty five pounds.. The master of the Bullet Bomb and Bullet Shock.. He is a 2005 Hall of Fame Inductee.. A Genius.. Billionaire.. Playboy.. Philanthropist. The current reigning and defending three time World Heavyweight Champion.. The Elite Savior.. Carlos Shotgun!!!"

Shotgun makes his walk down the eisle looking confident as always. The cameras pan around the stadium this crowd no question is pro Shotgun tonight.

Manic: "You think any of this is going to play into Rage's head?"

Chico: "I honestly don't know Manic. Shotgun's aura definitely messes with the minds of all his opponents but Rage tonight looks like a man possessed."

Shotgun is about to enter through the cage door as he waits for Worley to exit. Worley eyes turn towards the champion who gives her a wink. Worley smiles as Shotgun turns his attention away from Rage.

Manic: "What is he doing?"

Rage gets impatient and slides out of the ring. Shotgun turns back around towards the door as Rage kicks the door in Shotgun's direction. Shotgun blocks the door with his hands before it smacks him in the face.

Chico: "Rage is.. He doesn't want to waste any time here!"

Rage starts shouting at Shotgun to get his ass in the ring. Shotgun just shakes his head in disgust as the referee yells at Rage to back off.

Manic: "We said that Rage would stay focused but he's losing whatever patience he had."

Shotgun enters the cage as another referee locks the cage door with a padlock. The crowd starts chanting "Iron Bong" towards Shotgun who nods his head and waves in approval. The referee waves his arm signaling for the match to begin.

*ding* *ding* *ding*

Chico: "Here we go!"

Shotgun ducks a charging clothesline from Rage and starts hitting hard right hands. Right, right, right, right.. Right.. Shotgun charges off the ropes with another right that staggers Rage backwards. Shotgun goes for a headlock and Rage shoves him off the ropes. Shotgun comes back with another right hand that stuns Rage. Shotgun goes off the ropes again as Rage almost takes his head off with a big boot.

Manic: "Shotgun is known for his technical expertise but I don't think we're going to be seeing too much of that in this match."

Chico: "Forget about that Manic.. Shotgun just connected with seven punches to the head and that didn't take Rage down. Shotgun got dropped with one big boot."

Shotgun gets back to his feet and turns around only to eat a clothesline from Rage. The crowd starts to boo Rage as the referee keeps his eye on the champion. Rage picks Shotgun up and hits a stiff headbutt. Shotgun clutches his forehead as Rage drops him to one knee with a hard right hand. Rage steps back and charges drops Shotgun to the canvas with a kick to the head. The crowd boos the challenger again as Rage looks out towards the crowd.

Manic: "The crowd isn't understanding that all the boos directed towards Rage it's like.."

Chico: "He's feeding off of it!"

Rage picks up Shotgun and throws him into the corner. Shotgun tries to walk out of the corner but gets shouldered in the midsection. Rage hits another hard shoulder as Shotgun is curled backwards in pain. Rage goes for a right hand and Shotgun blocks. Rage blocks a right hand goes for a swing. Shotgun ducks as Rage finds himself in the corner now.

Manic: "Shotgun in control!"

Chico: "Here comes the champion!"

Shotgun hits Rage with a sick forearm to the head and follows with a kick to the midsection. Shotgun hits a right, right, right, another hard right.. Another hard right.. Shotgun steps back and taunts Rage who is staggering forward. Shotgun hits an atomic drop and taunts Rage again before going off the ropes. Rage ducks under a clothesline and grabs Shotgun by the throat.

Manic: "Rage going for a chokeslam right here!"

Shotgun hammer fists the inside of Rage's elbow before tossing him to the canvas with an under arm takedown.

Chico: "Did you see that Manic? Rage is over three hundred pounds and he made that look easy!"

Shotgun is starting to show off his confidence again as he smiles towards the crowd. Shotgun still has Rage by the arm as Rage gets back to his feet. Shotgun twists the arm around and goes for an irish whip. Rage blocks the irish whip. Rage pulls Shotgun towards his direction before dropping him with a sidewalk slam.

Manic: "Rage in control."

Rage gets on top of Shotgun and starts rocking his head with rights and lefts. Right.. Left.. Right.. Left.. Right.

Manic: "Shotgun taking some heavy punishment here!"

Rage digs his nails across Shotgun's head and face and hits him with another right hand. Rage gets back to his feet as Shotgun tries to get back up. Rage picks up Shotgun and tosses him over the top rope.

Manic: "Down goes the champion!"

Chico: "Shotgun is in some trouble here."

Rage slides out and looks under the ring as the referee starts a ten count on Shotgun. One... Two... Three...... Four..... Shotgun is dragging himself back up. Five... Shotgun is back on his feet as he rests himself on the ringpost.

Manic: "Shotgun up at five."

Chico: "Yeah now he has to worry about Rage who has a chair!"

Rage armed with a chair walks towards Shotgun. Rage smacks the ringpost with the chair as Shotgun ducked under the shot. Shotgun hits a standing dropkick that whips Rage back first into the cage.

Manic: "Rage is rocked!"

Chico: "This could be the opening he needs!"

Shotgun runs up on the apron and looks towards Rage who is still stunned. Shotgun charges for a diving Thesz Press and Rage catches him in the powerbomb position.

Manic: "This is trouble here, this is trouble!"

Shotgun hits desperation right hands.. Right, right, right, right.. Rage staggers back and Shotgun grabs a hold of the cage. Shotgun breaks away from Rage who staggers forward and turns around. Shotgun dives off the cage with a crossbody and Rage catches him. Rage sets Shotgun up and drives his head face first into the cage. The referee continues to look on as the crowd is stunned.

Manic: "Shotgun is down but he still managed to avoid what could have ended the match."

Chico: "Straight to Hell on the floor? Yeah we'd be looking at a new champion right now."

Shotgun's forehead has been busted open as blood starts running down his face. Rage picks up the champ and throws him back into the ring. The crowd starts chanting "Iron Bong" as Rage tosses a chair over the top rope into the ring. Shotgun wipes his forehead off and freaks out when he sees he's been busted open. Rage for the first time in the match shows a smile.

Manic: "Shotgun is besides himself!"

Chico: "Of course he is Manic. He just sees how the match is going and knows he needs to do something.. Do something right now if he's going to win."

Rage charges Shotgun after the champion dares him to bring it. Shotgun ducks under a swing and hits a knee to the midsection. Shotgun starts hitting some serious hard right hands as the crowd wakes back up. Right right right right.. Right.. Right.. Left.. Right... Right... Right hand drops Rage to the canvas.

Manic: "Rage goes down!"

Chico: "Listen to this crowd!"

Rage gets back as Shotgun goes off the ropes. Rage gets staggered into the corner off a clothesline. Shotgun picks up the chair but notices that Rage has recovered. Shotgun drops the chair and charges. Rage ducks under as Shotgun stops himself short of hitting the turnbuckle with his chest. Shotgun turns around and ducks under a right from Rage. Shotgun hits a kick to the midsection and Russian Leg Sweeps the back of Rage's head into the second turnbuckle.

Manic: "That'll put him down!"

Rage is still getting back up as Shotgun wipes blood out of his eyes. Shotgun grabs the steel chair and kills Rage with a shot to the head. Rage is down to one knee as the crowd chants "one more time". Shotgun goes for a swing.. Rage grabs Shotgun by the throat.. Shotgun hammer fists Rage in the arm again to break the hold. Shotgun goes for a swing and Rage punches the steel chair to block. Rage cringes and grabs his hand in pain. Shotgun smashes Rage in the head again with the chair. Rage is still up.

Manic: "What the hell does he have to do?"

Chico: "What did the chair do to deserve this?"

Shotgun runs off the ropes and drops Rage to the canvas with another shot to the head with the chair.

Manic: "Rage goes down!"

The crowd erupts as the referee starts a ten count.

Chico: "How much did Shotgun have to do there to keep the big man down?"

Manic: "Shotgun still took him down Chico!"

Two.... Three.... Four.... Rage is recovering. Five.... Rage is back to his feet.

Manic: "Oh.. My.. God."

Shotgun walks up to Rage and jabs him in the midsection with the chair. Rage clutches onto his stomach as Shotgun levels him with a chairshot to the back. Rage is cringing in pain but is still on his feet. Shotgun starts to figure up the crowd as he looks over at Rage. Rage dares him to take a swing.

Manic: "What is Rage doing?"

Shotgun charges with the chair... Shotgun drops the chair as Rage grabs him by the throat. Rage lifts Shotgun high up... Shotgun in mid air reverses... Shotgun spins Rage around and goes for a cross armbreaker. Rage is still on his feet.

Chico: "Rage is going to go for the chokeslam all night if he has to!"

Manic: "No doubt about it Chico. Shotgun has had an answer to it everytime he's tried though."

Shotgun continues to try to roll the arm breaker over as Rage uses his strength to stay on his feet. Rage lifts Shotgun up and slams his back into the canvas. Shotgun cannot keep hold of the move as his hands fall to the mat.

Manic: "There's no submissions in this match. Shotgun knows though that he can wear down the big man if he locks something on."

Chico: "Yes he can. Rage needs to avoid the Bullet Shock Sharpshooter if he's thinking about walking out of here as champion!"

Rage backs into the corner to catch his breath as the large sold out crowd continues to look on. The referee is checking on Shotgun who is still losing a good amount of blood.

Manic: "Shotgun tried to take advantage there but could not. You gotta think about this Chico. Shotgun would have the advantage in conditioning."

Chico: "You think so? Rage is in the best shape of his career."

Manic: "Shotgun has the advantage there Chico lets not kid ourselves. With Shotgun losing blood by the second though... This match will be at Rage's advantage the longer it goes."

Shotgun is still on the canvas as Rage continues to suck wind. The referee checks on Shotgun before Rage walks up and grabs him by the shirt.

Manic: "What's Rage doing?"

Chico: "I think he's pissed that the official did not start a count. I mean Shotgun is on the canvas right now."

Rage yells for him to do his job as the referee starts a count. One... Two... Three... Shotgun starts getting to his feet. Rage decks Shotgun with a right hand before he can get back up. Rage pushes the referee out of the way as Shotgun's face is covered in red.

Manic: "Rage is.. He's losing it here."

Rage starts stomping Shotgun in the head.. Stomp to the head.. Stomp to the back.. The camera cuts to a shot of Shotgun's face.. Rage kicks him in the face. The crowd starts to get on Rage as he raises his arms in the air to soak it all in.

Chico: "No Manic.. He still knows what he's doing."

Rage walks up to Shotgun and drags him to his feet. Shotgun breaks free and hits Rage with forearm to the midsection. Rage returns the favor with a forearm to the back. Shotgun turns away from Rage while cringing in pain. Rage to attack again but takes a spinning forearm to the face.

Manic: "Shotgun trying to build momentum here!"

Shotgun runs off the ropes and staggers Rage back with another forearm to the head. Rage staggers off the ropes and walks towards the center of the ring.. Shotgun has him hooked for a T-Bone Suplex.

Manic: "Does Shotgun have the strength to pull this off?"

Rage elbows out and tosses Shotgun over the top rope.. Shotgun lands feet first on the other side of the apron and taunts Rage. Rage goes over as him and Shotgun tie up between the ropes. Shotgun drags Rage through to the other side of the apron.. The two start exchanging shots to the head. Shotgun ducks a swing and kicks Rage in the midsection. Shotgun grabs a front facelock.

Manic: "What's going to happen here?"

Chico: "I dunno but it doesn't look good for Rage."

Shotgun jumps off and drops Rage with a DDT on the other side of the ring apron. Rage goes crashing to the floor as the crowd pops. The referee looks over as Rage is down for the count.

Manic: "My god!"

One.... Two.... Three.... Four........ Five........ Six... Rage is starting to get back to his feet. Seven........ Rage is back up as Shotgun charges.. Rage looks up and hiptosses Shotgun into the cage. The back of Shotgun's head goes crashing to the floor. The crowd starts chanting "Pavitra Bakavasa".

Chico: "What are they saying?"

Manic: "I dunno."

The referee starts the count on Shotgun as Rage walks towards the ring steps. Two... Three... Four... Five... Shotgun is slowly getting back up. Six... Seven... Eight... Shotgun is back up as Rage has the ringsteps lifted over his head. Rage charges with the ringsteps. Shotgun's head cracks against the steps. The camera zooms up to a bloody handprint on the corner of the steps where Shotgun tried to block.

Manic: "Good god!"

Chico: "That's it."

Rage starts looking under the ring as the referee counts Shotgun down. Two.... Three.... Four.... The crowd pops as Rage grabs a table.

Manic: "This is going to get ugly!"

Chico: "Going to? If ugly was an artform this would already be a modern art masterpiece!"

Shotgun gets to his feet at six as Rage sets a table up on the outside. Shotgun losing his balance grabs the cage before he falls back down to the floor.

Manic: "Shotgun took a hard shot to the head from the steps. That might have knocked his equilib er.. Whatever it's called."

Chico: "I'm sure getting hiptossed headfirst to the floor didn't do any favors either Manic."

Rage looks under the ring again and finds yet another table.

Manic: "Another one?"

Chico: "Hell why not."

Rage double stacks the tables as Shotgun continues to catch his breath not knowing what is going on at this time. Rage kicks another set of ring steps loose as he tosses it over the top rope into the ring.

Manic: "I don't know what Rage has in mind here but this isn't going to be pretty."

Shotgun slowly gets back on the apron as Rage steps over the top rope back in. Rage places the steps in the middle of the ring before grabbing Shotgun who is on the outside part of the ring apron. Rage points towards the ring steps and puts Shotgun in a front face lock.

Manic: "No he's not going to."

Chico: "Yes he is!"

Rage lifts Shotgun up in a delayed vertical suplex and walks over towards the steps. Shotgun knees Rage in the head and lands back on his feet.

Manic: "Shotgun just saved himself there!"

Rage goes for a swing and Shotgun ducks under into a waistlock. Rage counters the German Suplex with an elbow to the face. Shotgun staggers back before falling forward. Rage grabs Shotgun by the throat as the crowd is on their feet.

Manic: "No!"

Chico: "Oh no.. No.. No!"

Rage lifts Shotgun high in the air and spikes him down on the ringsteps with a huge chokeslam. The referee turns his head cringes at the sight as the crowd cannot believe it. Rage looks at the referee and yells at him to start the count.

Manic: "Rage just killed... And I mean killed..."

Chico: "That's it. Shotgun is done."

Shotgun is still laying flat on the steps as the referee starts the count. One........ Two........ Three........ The crowd turns their attention towards the eisleway.

Manic: "What's going on here?"

The camera cuts to a shot of Sasha Shotgun running down towards the ring. Not too far behind is Barry Browning. Six........ Seven........ Shotgun staggers back up. Rage looks outside the ring and sees Sasha and Browning arguing with each other. Rage grabs Shotgun by the hair and whips him down to the canvas.

Manic: "What are they doing out here?"

Chico: "Good question Manic."

Sasha is shouting at the referee to stop the match as Barry stops arguing with her and starts nodding his head in approval.

Manic: "What is she doing?"

Chico: "Shotgun is done Manic. She knows it more than Carlos does."

Rage starts laughing at her before grabbing Shotgun by the throat again. Rage yells at Barry to hold her by the arms so she can't turn her back at what he's about to do. Shotgun is at Rage's mercy at this time as Barry grabs Sasha by the arms.

Manic: "Rage is just toying with the champion at this time!"

Sasha breaks free of Barry and slaps him in the face as the crowd pops.

Manic: "That's not the woman to mess with!"

Barry gets pissed and throws Sasha into the cage door. Sasha's head smacks the metal door post as she falls to the floor. The crowd starts booing the hell out of Barry.

Manic: "Give me a break!"

Chico: "This is going to far.."

Shotgun notices what happens and starts hammering away at Rage's arm to break the choke. Rage still keeps a hold of him so Shotgun kicks Rage in the groin.

Manic: "That'll break the hold!"

Shotgun rushes to the outside of the ring and starts yelling at the referee to open the door. Rage is still down from the shot between the legs as the crowd is still raining heat on Barry Browning. Barry taunts Shotgun on the outside as Shotgun continues to yell at a ref to open the door.

Manic: "Shotgun wants out but the ref is not having it right now."

Chico: "Does Shotgun even realize he's still in a match?"

Shotgun starts kicking at the door as Barry backs away. Rage is on one knee as the referee's attention continues to be averted from what's going on outside the ring. Shotgun finally loses his patience.. Shotgun grabs a cameraman and whips him into the cage door in an attempt to bust it open. The lock on the door doesn't break.

Manic: "What is he doing?"

Barry sticks his face in front of the door and starts laughing at Shotgun. Shotgun shrugs his shoulders and dropkicks the door into Barry's face. Barry crashes to the floor as the crowd pops.

Manic: "Good god!"

Shotgun turns around.. Rage decks him in the head with the camera that the fallen cameraman was using.

Manic: "Shotgun down again!"

Rage throws the camera down to the floor. Shotgun is down again as Rage stands over him contemplating what to do next.

Manic: "Rage not.. Not sure what to do right now."

Chico: "Well shit Manic he's pretty much thrown everything at him so far."

Manic: "Not everything Chico."

Shotgun grabs Rage by the leg in an attempt to drag himself back up. Rage grabs Shotgun and throws him back into the ring. The camera pans around as the ring canvas has blood stains all over the place. Rage steps back into the ring while looking towards the double stacked tables he set up earlier. The camera cuts to the outside where Lars Douglas is standing by with personnel as Sasha and Barry are being attended to.

Manic: "Lars trying to get them out of here."

One of the medical personnel asks about the cameraman. Lars tells them not to worry about that right now.

Chico: "Why isn't the other guy being taken care of?"

Manic: "I dunno.. I guess cameramen are expendable?"

Rage raises his fist high up in the air calling for a powerbomb.

Manic: "Rage wants to end it right now!"

Rage drags Shotgun over towards the side of the ring where the tables are set up as the crowd stirs once again. Rage kicks Shotgun in the midsection and sets him up.. Shotgun tries to counter out but Rage lifts him up into the powerbomb position.

Manic: "No!"

Shotgun starts punching Rage in the head with hard right hands.. Shotgun locks Rage in a Triangle Choke.

Manic: "Shotgun is still in this one!"

Chico: "How is he doing it?"

Shotgun transitions the choke into a front facelock choke as Rage starts to struggle to stay on his feet. Rage spins around and goes to slam Shotgun on the steps. Shotgun lands on his feet and locks Rage for an overhead suplex. Rage elbows out.. Rage grabs Shotgun by the head and goes to throw him out of the ring.. Shotgun counters and tosses Rage over the top rope. Rage goes crashing through the double stacked tables. The crowd is going crazy at this time.

Manic: "Rage just got sent straight to hell!"

Chico: "I think he would've rather been sent to hell over what just happened there! Shotgun's going to do it!"

The referee starts the count as Rage is completely covered from head to toe with pieces of the two tables. The crowd is chanting along as the referee is up to three... Four...... Five...... Six...... Seven...... Eight...... Pieces of the table go flying as Rage sits back up. Nine...... Rage is back to his feet.

Manic: "Rage just rose from the dead!"

Shotgun taunts Rage to get back into the ring. Rage rolls back in as Shotgun dives in with forearm shots to the back. Rage shoves Shotgun backwards onto his back and stands back up. Shotgun charges in again with a right hand.. Rage returns with a right.. Shotgun with a right.. The two are exchanging rights in the ring as everyone is standing on their feet chanting "This is Awesome".

Manic: "Who is going to get the advantage here?"

Chico: "I don't know I'm just loving this!"

Rage goes for a swing.. Shotgun ducks under and gets a waistlock. Shotgun hits a German Suplex.

Manic: "German!"

Shotgun maintains and goes for another one.. Rage hits an elbow to break free.. Shotgun staggers back and Rage charges.. Shotgun hooks Rage and tosses him over with a T-Bone Suplex.

Manic: "Shotgun drops Rage!"

Chico: "Now what?"

The referee is about to start the ten count before Shotgun shoves him out of the way and goes for another attack.

Manic: "Shotgun isn't done here.."

Shotgun is calling for a Bullet Bomb as he drags Rage onto his feet. Rage is still stunned from the suplex as the referee circles around the ring. The crowd starts chanting "Iron Bong" once again as Shotgun sets Rage up... Shotgun pauses for a moment and walks on the ringsteps that are in the middle of the ring.

Manic: "Shotgun is going to do it Chico!"

Chico: "How is he doing this?"

Manic: "Because he's an Elite.. That's how!"

Shotgun walks Rage onto the steps with him.. Rage starts to regain awareness as Shotgun tries to pick him up.. Rage blocks.. Blocks again.. Rage breaks loose and steps back as Shotgun tries to keep hold of him. Rage backdrops Shotgun onto the ringsteps.

Manic: "Again!"

Chico: "His back is gone.."

The referee is about to start a count.. Just like Shotgun, Rage pushes the referee out of the way. Rage grabs Shotgun by the head as the crowd is split down the middle.. Rage kicks Shotgun in the midsection and sets him up for the Straight to Hell powerbomb. Shotgun drops down to his knees to block. Rage starts unloading knee shots to the bloody head of Shotgun. Rage continues.. Knee, knee, knee... Another hard knee shot to the head.

Manic: "Rage is a man possessed at this time!! He's not going to stop until he sends sends the champ Straight to Hell!!"

Chico: "He's not letting up Manic!"

Rage sets up for the powerbomb again as Shotgun's arms hang down limp with no movement. Rage lifts Shotgun up high in the air.

Manic: "No! No!"

Rage slams Shotgun on the ringsteps with the Straight to Hell powerbomb.

Manic: "Shotgun just got sent Straight to Hell!!!"

Chico: "He's done Manic. Shotgun is done!"

The referee turns around and covers his eyes with his hands. Rage turns the referee back around to start the count. The crowd tries to get the champion back into the match.. Rage rests on the turnbuckle, breathing heavy. Two...... Three...... Four...... Five......

Manic: "We've seen this happen before and Shotgun has always found a way to come out the winner!"

Six...... Seven...... Eight...... Shotgun is still not moving. The referee looks stunned right now.

Manic: "Will he?"

Chico: "Not tonight Manic!"

Nine...... The referee hesitates for a moment..... Ten!!! The crowd loses it. Rage falls down to one knee as the referee calls for the bell.

Chico: "My god Manic!!! We have a new champion!!!"

*ding* *ding* *ding*

The crowd is an emotional mess of cheers and boos as the referee hands Rage the World Heavyweight Title. Danielle Worley is standing by for the official word.

Worley: "The winner of this match..."

The camera cuts to Worley who gets the microphone taken away by Lars Douglas.

Manic: "What? What is Lars doing out here again? Rage in the biggest damn match of his career has just unseated the Elite Savior!"

Lars walks into the ring as the referee looks to raise Rage's hand in victory. Rage smacks the referee in the head with the World Championship.

Manic: "Come on now!"

Lars: "I didn't like that guy anyway!"

Rage rolls Shotgun out of the ring as the now former champion is still knocked senseless from the powerbomb on the steps.

Lars: "The winner of this match... And NEW World Champion... Finally!! OUR World Champion... A champion that the Xtreme Wrestling Federation can truely be proud of!! The Elite Killer... RAGE!!"

Lars shakes Rage's hand before raising his arm in the air.

Manic: "What the hell is going on here? Why is Lars giving Rage his endorsement?"

Chico: "I don't know Manic... I do know that what we just saw here... We may never see another match like this one ever again."

Manic: "I don't agree with you too often Chico. In this case.."

"Only" by Nine Inch Nails plays over the stadium. Rage and Lars continue to laugh at the boos being thrown in their direction.

Winner: Rage

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The scene cuts to the announcers at ringside.

Chico: "That was a brutal match Dan. I can’t believe it."

Manic: "A new world champion has been crowned but now it’s time to crown the King of Xtreme. It started out with 16 men folks and over the course of a month we are finally down to two, and wouldn’t you know it Chico? They are both members of the elite."

Chico: "Christian Falkenyork and Mark Adkins have known each other for over 10 years Dan. They founded The Triple Threat. They are both hall of fame members. They are both former world champions. They have both main evented Xtreme Mania. These men have done everything and tonight they get a chance to add another accolade to their list. Who will be The King of Xtreme?"

A video package opens set to “The Future is Now” by The Offspring.

Mark Adkins and Christian York are seen training in different shots going all the way back to their BOW days.

“I stand before you proclaiming that I WILL win, for OUR generation.”

Mark Adkins is seen in the BOW ring arrogantly extending his arms in a confident pose. Several shots are spliced of Adkins performing his signature moves.

"For some reason everything is falling into place.. Right now.. At this very moment in time for Chris Falkenyork to step into the ring with the Xtreme Icon, Mark Adkins. This is a match that's been in the making for so long that I'm not quite sure if.. My peace of mind will be able to.. Hold it all together."

A young Christian York is seen debuting in the BOW going on to become the king of the cage.

Fast forward to their respective XWF debuts. The elite arrive and take the fed by storm. Christian York is seen fighting against Blood in their series of classic matches. Mark Adkins is seen standing in front of a crucified Rage and Carlos Shotgun with a grin on his face.

“Do you really want to do this? All jokes aside York, What's your point? What's your purpose?”

Christian York is seen making everyone tap out such as Carlos Shotgun, Shawn Taylor, Stephen Blood, Jesse Jones, Original, Cade Silver and Number 8. York is seen winning BOW title, XWF title, XWF tag team titles, North American title and the Intercontinental title, among others.

“It's not about having.. A good month.. Or you just so happened to care at one Pay Per View. It's about consistency with your greatness at all given times.”

Falkenyork is seen being inducted into both the BOW and the XWF Hall of Fame. It immediately y gets spliced with clips of Mark Adkins winning XBZ, winning the Xtreme championship and becoming the XWF world champion for the first time. It continues with Adkins regaining the title at Xtreme Mania in a brutal match to become a two time world heavyweight champion. He is shown being inducted into both Halls of Fame as well.

“I stand before you as the Mecca of the Xtreme Wrestling Federation. I stand for excellence. I stand for motivation. I stand up against GARBAGE.”

Christian Falkenyork is seen delivering a headbutt while wearing a riot gear helmet right into Mark Adkins head.

"Suck my dick Mrs Adkins!"

York is seen being dropped right on a riot helmet with an end of Five by Mark Adkins. He looks down at Falkenyork and cherishes every second of it. The scene splices into the days of The Triple Threat with Christian York, Mark Adkins and Xavier Summers posing for the crowd. It quickly changes to multiple past matches between both of them hitting their signature moves against one another. A quick sucession of shots feauting the qualifying matches for KoX are shown. Adkins is seen defeating Yarmouth Blade, Hayden Truesdale and Carlos Shotgun while York is seen defeating The Original, Rage and Josh Davis.

Two men. One PPV. One King of Xtreme.

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Main Event: Mark Adkins vs Chris Falkenyork - King of Xtreme Final

The package ends with shots of both men holding the XWF world title for the first time in the middle of the ring.

A shot of the sold-out crowd is shown as everyone gets ready for the main event of the evening.

Worley: "Ladies and gentlemen the following match is to crown the 2012 King of Xtreme!"

Manic: "It’s time for the main event Chico. It’s time to crown a new King of Xtreme!"

Worley: "Please welcome our guest commentator for this match…. The Original!"

Headlong Flight by Rush plays as The Original steps out wearing a suit and tie. He looks at the crowd arrogantly and shakes his head at them as he walks down coldly, confidently. The fans in Mumbai still receive him to a great ovation as The Original sits down on the commentary table.

Chico: "What a pleasant surprise. Glad to have you here Original."

Original: "Did anyone really think the XWF would hold a PPV and not feature me? The streets would riot at the very thought!"

"Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine begins to play as the lights slightly dim and green lasers decorate the entrance way. V 7.0 is seen on the big screen followed by “Now Loading…. Christian Falkenyork”. Christian Falkenyork walks out in front of the massive Mumbai crowd. The fans chant his name while others boo him. Falkenyork soaks it all in as he confidently walks down the ramp.

Worley: "Introducing first weighing in at 220 from Astoria, Oregon. He is a former world champ, former tag team champ and he is widely considered as the greatest champion in XWF history. Please welcome CHRIS FALKENYOOOOORK!!"

York stands in the center of the ring and takes a small bow in front of the crowd. He runs the ropes and warms up as he continues to receive a mixed reaction from the sold out crowd.

Manic: "Leading up to this match we have seen a vicious Christian Falkenyork. He has insulted Mark Adkins, he has embarrassed him and he hasn’t backed down for a second. Make no mistake about it Chico, Falkenyork could very well be the greatest in ring technician of ALL time and has refused to back down even for a second against The Messiah, Mark Adkins."

"Public Enemy #1" by Megadeth begins to play as pyro starts showering down on the stage. The TV-MA logo is shown on the big screen and more explosions go off as Mark Adkins walks out on top of the ramp. He plays off the fans and receives a strong reaction from the Mumbai crowd.

Manic: "This is a peculiar situation here Chico. Usually it’s Adkins the one who gets under the skin of his opponents. Adkins is the one that defines controversy but heading into this match Adkins has been somewhat subdued for his standards."

Chico: "You can see the determination in Adkins face. You can tell how much this means to him. Adkins is a legend and him and Chris have traveled the whole world together Dan. This match couldn’t possibly be more evenly matched."

Worley: "His opponent weighing in at 227 pounds, from Chicago, Illinois. He is a former two time world heavyweight champion, a member of the hall of fame and the most controversial superstar in the history of the XWF… TV-MA, The Messiah of Xtreme, Mark Adkiiiiiiins!!"

Adkins slides into the ring and poses for the sold out crowd. The Mumbai crowd seems to be very much into Adkins and it can clearly be seen in Falkenyork’s face that he doesn’t really care.

Adkins’ music slowly fades away leaving both men standing in the ring. Chief Luke stands between them as they both stare down in center ring. The crowd is downright electric as the referee goes over some rules. Neither men say anything and just stare coldly into one another. The referee checks that both competitors are ready and signals for the bell to ring.

*ding* *ding* *ding*

Both men stand in front of the other staring each other down. The crowd knows they are witnessing something special as York starts trash talking and Adkins just nods and smiles. Dueling chants start up “Let’s go Adkins/Let’s go York”. Finally both men get in a fighting stance and slowly circle each other, neither one willing to make the first move. Falkenyork goes for the first takedown attempt but Adkins immediately defends himself and slips out.

Adkins smiles and says “no, no, no” while waving his finger. Falkenyork smiles and continues to circle looking for the opening. Falkenyork shoots again but Adkins side steps him this time and slaps York in the back of the head. Adkins stands back with his grin intact and York turns deadly serious.

Original: "Looks like Adkins is faring a lot better than I thought."

Chico: "Adkins is sending York a clear message right there."

Manic: "York is clearly not amused."

Both men circle each other, Adkins keeping his distance, York trying to corner him. York fakes another takedown, Adkins sidesteps him and immediately York takes him down with a clothesline. The crowd erupts as Mark Adkins gets right back up and York hits him with another. Adkins gets up and York whips him against the ropes, York runs after him and goes for a running drop kick but Adkins immediately drops to the mat. York misses and Adkins immediately capitalizes and grabs a hold of the legs. York tries to push Adkins off him but Adkins readjusts and slingshots York right into the third rope. As York bounces Adkins nails a beautiful lung blower. York holds his back in pain and Adkins immediately applies a chin lock on the mat.

Adkins wears him down while York looks somewhat amused by the hold. He controls his breathing and gets up to his knees. York proceeds to elbow Adkins in the mid-section. Adkins willingly lets go and does a wild swing kick which York checks with his hand. York looks somewhat shocked at the sudden move. Adkins gets a takedown of his own and proceeds to hit a barrage of punches on York. York covers up and manages to push Adkins to the side. York immediately rolls to his feet and Adkins gets up. Right as York is going to charge he stops in his tracks when he sees Adkins is just waiting for him to make his move. York says “no, no, no” and waves his finger back at Adkins which makes the arena start a “Let’s go Falkenyork” chant which immediately duels with the “Let’s go Adkins” chant.

Chico: "Falkenyork stopped dead in his track there Dan. He knew Adkins had him scouted."

Original: "Adkins is perhaps giving more respect to York than he might deserve. If it was me I would rush in and beat his ass."

Manic: "That sure worked out well for you in your match?"

Original: "What’s that Dan?"

Both men circle each other once more until they lock up in center ring. They test their strength against one another and they seem to be equal. You can see in York’s face his determination as he screams and pushes Adkins back with all he has. Adkins goes flying into the ground and looks up at York obviously stunned. His expression changes greatly as he gets back up and challenges York again. York goes to lock up again but instead he delivers a hard shot to the midsection. York follows up with a left hand, a right, left, right, left, left and a huge right. Adkins is rocked back but suddenly he fires a stiff right of his own and it turns into a full blown brawl between both men. Adkins and York exchange punches in the center ring and the arenas goes mad. Adkins rocks York back and follows with a clothesline. York ducks under and hooks him up and drops him down with a rock bottom into the mat.

York gets up and steps on Adkins right hand. Adkins screams and the referee immediately warns York who at first refuses to take his foot off Adkins’ hand. Adkins is in clear pain as York lets go. Adkins holds his hand and York follows up with several stomps to the arm, the elbow, the shoulder and every area he can get to. Adkins is trying to back away to safety but York stays right on him until he is pushed back right into the turnbuckle. York hits a kick to the face and grabs the arm and wraps it around the bottom rope. York pulls back and the referee gets on his face and counts up to 4 before letting go. Adkins is in serious trouble as he drags himself back to the corner and uses the ropes to slingshot himself to his feet. He swings a hard left which York ducks and grabs a hold of his right arm. York jumps over the top rope and drives his arm into the top rope as he lands on the outside. Adkins screams and drops back to the mat holding his arm.

Chico: "York has found a chink in Adkins’ armor. That arm is obviously injured."

Manic: "Falkenyork has found his bull’s eye and its Adkins right arm. Adkins better do something, quick."

The fans on the first row are going crazy cheering York on. York turns around and sees a group of fans with a sign that reads “We love Mrs. Adkins!”. York smirks and gives them a thumbs up and the whole section explode with “Let’s go Falkenyork” chants. The dueling begins once again as York slides into the ring. Adkins was playing possum and he immediately stomps on the back of York’s head. York stops dead on his tracks as Adkins stomps down on him. Adkins waits patiently for York to get up. He bounces off the ropes and nails a fameasser down into the mat. Adkins stomps the back of the head of Falkenyork and the referee immediately warns him heavily. Adkins raises is arms with a grin on his face and says “oops”. The referee checks on York who pulls himself up. Adkins kicks him right above the eye and the referee once again interferes and pulls him back.

York is holding his eyebrow and Adkins proceeds to stomp on him once more. Once York stops holding his brow a stream of blood starts to slowly trickle down. Adkins almost looks to be in an orgasmic trance as he picks Falkenyork up and drops him with a jumping DDT. York is clearly dazed while Adkins seems to be much more confident. He gets up and yells at York to do the same. York sits up and Adkins swings a wild kick. York catches his leg and gets up. Adkins swings with an enziguri but York evades that one as well. York immediately grapevines Adkins leg and applies an ankle lock. Half of York’s face is covered in blood as he applies the pressure. He looks very composed as he does so while Adkins immediately grabs the bottom rope. Falkenyork holds on up to the 4 count before letting go.

Falkenyork wipes the blood off his eye and the cut seems under control for the moment. Falkenyork goes to pick up Adkins but the hair but Adkins immediately does an eye poke on the left eye. York holds his eye and is blinded temporarily. Adkins immediately hits York with a suplex, he holds on and delivers a second suplex, he holds on and delivers a third before going for the pin 1…2…. Kickout. Adkins looks amused as he gets up. York rolls to the ropes and stands next to the apron. Adkins goes to grab York’s legs. York grabs the ropes and stays put. Adkins swings him up in the air and drops him on the back. Adkins runs the ropes and drops down with a splash. He pins once more, 1…2…kickout.

Manic: "You can see that Adkins is pushing the pace forward."

Chico: "Indeed and he knows York is having trouble seeing. His left eye is covered in blood and Adkins nearly poked his right eye out a second ago."

Original: "This is the type of cheap moves Adkins is willing to do to get ahead."

Adkins grabs York by the hair and drags him to the turnbuckle. He delivers a couple of big shots and York is stunned as he scoops him up and sets him up in a tree of woe. Adkins smiles confidently as he proceeds to deliver a combination of kicks into the mid-section. York tries to defend but he is getting hammered. Adkins measures him one final time and delivers another kick, York grabs his leg and pulls him towards him leaving Adkins off balance. York frees up his leg and delivers a knee right to the jaw. Adkins is rocked back as York flips back to his feet. Adkins immediately hooks him from behind and goes for a German suplex. York grabs the ropes and follows up with an elbow which causes Adkins to lose his grip. York immediately transitions to behind Mark, hooks him and nails a huge German suplex of his own. The crowd gets on their feet as York holds on.

York drops Adkins into another huge German suplex, the crowd chants “TWO” as York keeps his grip and lifts him up and drops him right into a third German suplex to a loud “THREE”. York keeps holding on and lifts Adkins once more, Adkins elbows York and breaks away, he charges right at York but York sidesteps him, hooks him again and drops him right into another Geman suplex “FOUR!”. York lifts him again and Adkins is seen visibly struggling to loosen the grip but to no avail, “FIVE!”. Adkins is sandbagging York who uses all his strength to lift him up and drop him for a sixth time as the fans explode with “SIX!!”. York lets go and gets to his knees and looks at Adkins who is down and out.

Chico: "That was brutal!"

York breathes in and gets to his feet. He immediately grabs the legs and goes to flip Adkins over, Adkins struggles and pushes him away with both legs. York uses the momentum to run backwards into the ropes and bounces right into a drop kick to Adkins from the sitting position. Adkins goes down and immediately York grabs his arm and grapevines into an arm bar.

Original: "Adkins is going to tap right here folks!"

Adkins screams out in pain as York pulls back on his arm. Adkins is in visible pain, his face bloody red and the referee immediately gets on his face and asks him if he wants to quit. Adkins flips him and tells him to fuck himself as he scrambles to make it to the ropes. York is relentless pulling back with everything he has. Adkins appears to be in extreme main, his eyes getting bloodshot with each second.

Chico: "York injured that arm early on in the match and it has paid in dividends. There is no ways Adkins can withstand this Dan!"

Manic: "He is going to get his arm broken!"

Adkins seems to be fading but suddenly a surge of adrenaline takes over him. He pulls and pulls and manages to roll over York relieving the pressure. With his left hand he decks York right over the eye and blood starts flowing massively from the previous wound. York lets go and Adkins immediately rolls to his feet. York follows after him and out of nowhere Adkins jumps into and end of 5. York slips with ease from the move and Adkins holds his arm in pain. York delivers a shoulder block into Adkins setting him back into the ropes. York follows with a dropkick but Adkins manages to sidestep him. York drops to the mat and Adkins immediately grabs his leg and flips York into a half boston crab. Adkins sits back and pulls and York is in trouble as blood pours down his face into the mat.

Original: "Adkins is resorting to copying York’s finisher?"

Chico: "A modified version 7.0. Notice Adkins isn’t using his damaged right arm Original."

York kicks back and manages to slip away. He gets up and Adkins charges at him. York knees him in the mid-section and hooks him into a DDT, Adkins reverses into a northern lights suplex, York sandbags himself back down and Adkins nails an End of 5 right in the center of the ring. The crowd erupts as Adkins drops down into an immediate pin 1….2….kickout!

Manic: "Jesus!"

Original: "I’m not sure people are very high on Jesus here in India Manic."

Chico: "You have to wonder if Adkins got all of that in. His injured arm is clearly giving him problems."

Adkins opens his eyes wide and looks at the crowd. He knows he is in a war right now. York’s face is completely covered in blood as Adkins gets up holding his arm. He looks down at York and starts taunting him. The fans are riled up as Adkins flashes the elite hand sign and calls for the end. York slowly gets up as Adkins screams profanities at him. York gets right into position and Adkins hooks him into another End of 5, York pushes him off and Adkins turns around and swings a straight left, Adkins catches it and instinctively throws a big right which York gladly puts his head right in front of it. Adkins winces in pain as he connects with his bad arm, York immediately drops him with a Fade to Black.

Manic: "The head is one of the strongest parts of the body Chico. That must have hurt!"

York hooks the leg 1……2…… kickout! The crowd is stunned and York is as well. He wipes the blood from his eye and splatters it on the mat. He is visibly frustrated while Adkins is seen breathing heavily next to him. York breathes deep and gets to his feet as another “Let’s go Falkenyork/Let’s go Adkins” duel starts up. York hones in on his target and immediately grabs both legs. York goes for the version 7.0 but Adkins won’t budge. He pushes York back. York grabs his legs again, Adkins counters with a small package 1…..2….. kickout. Adkins gets on his feet followed closely by York. York swings wildly but Adkins blocks with his left hand and headbutts York right into the wound. York’s blood stains Adkins face as Adkins immediately follows up with a sick impaler DDT. The spot where York’s face landed leaves a huge stain of blood from his wound and he’s not moving.

Adkins looks down and looks around at the crowd. The crowd cheers as Adkins goes to climb the ropes. He climbs the top rope and looks down at York. Adkins goes for the Lake Shore Drive but immediately York leaps and hits the ropes. Adkins falls right into the turnbuckle and holds his groin in pain. York immediately grabs Adkins’ legs and pulls them over the ropes leaving Adkins into a sitting position. Adkins pushes York off with a left hand but York immediately comes back up and nails a sick headbutt. Adkins is rocked back and York steps up into the second rope and pulls him down into a Go To Sleep/Fade to Black. The crowd pops as York hooks the leg 1…..2…..3!

The bell rings as the arena gets up on their feet and give a standing ovation.

*ding* *ding* *ding*

"Wake Up" by Rage Against the Machine cues over the stadium as Danielle Worley stands by for the official word.

Worley: The winner of this match and the XWF’s 2012 King of Xtreme…. Christian Falkenyork!!!!

Chico: "He did it! My god he did it!"

Manic: "What a war Chico! This place is going bananas!"

Chico: "These men put everything on the line and this truly was a brutal battle any way you look at it."

Both York and Adkins are down on the mat recovering as the referee raises York’s hand. York barely reacts as both him and Adkins are visibly exhausted. The fans remain on their feet cheering as York gets to his knese and slowly gets up. He looks around at the fans and raises his hand in victory to a huge “Falkenyork” chant. He rests back on the turnbuckle with small but satisfied smile as he looks at Adkins who is slowly getting up.

Adkins gets to his feet and looks at York obviously disappointed. He holds his injured arm and walks right towards York. York is visibly weary as Adkins stands in front of him and stares him down. Adkins extends his hand and York looks at him suspiciously. Adkins doesn’t back down and York gives in and shakes his hand. Camera flashes go off all over the arena as both elite stand side by side in the middle of Mumbai, India, an electric crowd chanting their names as the scene fades to black.

Winner: Chris Falkenyork

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Copyright XWFED 2012

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