Hallows Night Fight 2011

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Slowly the shot returns from backstage to show the outside of the MGM Hotel and Casino

Jill Mathews: The MGM Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas, Nevada…

Jill Mathews: The very height if high class…

Vince Walters: And right there, in that casino is where the blood feud for the Xtreme Title will happen here tonight.

Jill Mathews: That’s right Vince as next up we have our Casino match for the Xtreme Title between Ryan Pugh and Matt Slater. No introductions here as both men have been separated for now until the final moment where they meet in the center of the casino floor of the MGM Hotel.

Vince Walters: Well as you said Jill, both men have been separated, and placed on different floors of the hotel, and will both be taking the elevator down. Once they’re both on the ground floor, and the doors open, the match begins, and hell gets broken loose.

Jill Mathews: We now cut to the control room of the hotel, where we’re waiting for clearance for the match to begin…

Suddenly the shot changes to the Security room where Jesse is getting the last bits and pieces in order before the match begins. Standing next to him in Tom Davis, ready to make the announcements, as on the security cameras we see the ref standing in the middle of the floor of the hotel, with two other officials on other monitors walking both Ryan and Matt towards the elevators, both competitors wearing normal street clothes. The elevators themselves have windows on their backs, looking down at the lobby, and perhaps more importantly, across from each other. Already a crowd begins to gather by either lift, either showing their support on the right, to Pugh, or across on the left, to Slater. Suddenly the shot returns to the control room, and to Jesse on a head set.

Jesse Styles: Alright get them in the elevators…

His instructions are followed by the officials as Ryan and Slater finally get the first look at each other, each stepping into the elevator across from one another before finally they step in and press down. As the doors shut behind them, the crowds begin the calling for them as they look to one another across the way, before we cut back to the control room. Jesse takes off the headset, before looking to the man operating the elevators.

Jesse Styles: Stop them.

Operator: Sorry, what?

Jesse Styles: Stop the elevators, now!

Operator: You’re the boss…

Suddenly he presses a button, and the elevators stop their descent, as both Pugh and Matt look in their compartments wondering why they’ve stopped moving. Suddenly the shot returns to the control room, and Tom Davis going up to Jesse.

Tom Davis: Sir, why did you do that?

Jesse Styles: I’m just giving them a minute to look at each other…get good and pissed at the man opposite…

Tom Davis: Do you think that’s wise?

Jesse Styles: I’m just giving the fans what they want…I’ve just turned this match into a blood bath.

Back out in the elevators, Slater watches Ryan as Pugh begins to pace around the small box he’s contained in. His anger beginning to build as he becomes impatient, before he starts striking the glass with his fist, looking up to the security camera and demanding that they let them go. Slowly, back in the control room, Jesse smirks as he watches the pair of them begin to grow more frustrated, before finally he hands a mic to Tom.

Jesse Styles: You can do your job now…

Slowly Davis takes the mic before suddenly the PA system comes to life, and the official introductions are made.

Tom Davis: The following contest is a Casino Match, and it is for the Vacant Xtreme Title!

Suddenly the shot changes to the floor once again, showing the ref of the match holding the Xtreme title in the air, as the crowd cheer in response.

Jill Mathews: I don’t like what Jesse’s doing here Vince. These two men wanna go, and they wanna go NOW!

Vince Walters: Ryan Always wants to go, the question is can Slater keep up with him? Both men want that gold, and without question both men are “Xtreme” enough to hold the belt. It’s just more of a question of who’s willing to go that extra mile to keep off their back when they’re taken down?

Tom Davis: First, in the elevator to my left. He hails from Manchester, England, and weighted in this morning at 230lbs. He is one half of the NEW Tag Team Champions, representing The Court, he is Matt Slater!



As “This Fire Burns” by Killswitch Engaged plays through the PA system, as well as the music systems inside the elevators, Slater remains focused, his eyes intensly looking over at Ryan, who appears to be going mad with rage, looking up into the security camera and demanding Jesse let them down to fight.

Tom Davis: And finally, his opponent. He hails from Athens, Georgia, and weighed in this morning at 350lbs. He is the first ever NEW Blackout Champion, representing The cRu, he is “The Insane Icon” Ryan Pugh!



With “Ridin High” by the Jawga Boyz is pumped into the elevators, Pugh finally stops complaining as he instead focuses his gaze at Slater from across the way, who even at this point looks a little pissed they’ve not begun yet. Slowly the shot returns to the control room for the final time as Jesse smiles, before patting the operator on the shoulder.

Jesse Styles: I think they’re ready now…

With that, the elevators begin moving once again, the crowd going wild as finally the elevators reach the floor, and the ref calls for the bell. Slowly the doors open, and the crowd goes silent. The pair remain in their containers, either rage and focus covering their faces as they look at one another.

Jill Mathews: What are they waiting for?

Suddenly Pugh releases an almighty roar, his face flushing red with rage before he comes running out and towards Slater, before Matt suddenly does the same, and the pair of them run at one another at full speed before suddenly they meet in the middle, both attempting a shoulder tackle, but Pugh uses his superior weight to knock Slater back.

Jill Mathews: DAMN! And Slater goes flying to the floor.

Vince Walters: Sorry Matt, but when you’re going against a juggernaut like Pugh in full on strength contest, then Ryan’s gonna win.

As Matt hits the floor hard, Pugh immediately jumps at him, but Slater quickly rolls to his feet. Once again Ryan comes running at Slater, but this time Matt is prepared for him, side stepping him before launching his knee into Pugh’s gut. As Ryan doubles over, Slater quickly grabs the back of his head, before taking it over to a nearby pillar and driving it into it, the resulting thud echoing through the lobby.

Jill Mathews: the sound of that was disgusting!

Vince Walters: Both of these men are showing no remorse as it looks like Matt feels like a little change of scenery…

Quickly Slater picks Ryan up again and taking him over to the casino area, before throwing him into the area, before taking a few steps back and planning his next move. As Ryan quickly rolls back to his feet, he quickly shakes his head, bringing himself back to his senses before Slater takes his chance and comes running, attempting a running knee, but right at the last moment Pugh grabs him and pulls him in for a double arm spinebuster onto the poker table, sending cards and chips everywhere.

Jill Mathews: An excellent reversal from Ryan there, changing the tide of the match in his favor.

Vince Walters: and it looks like he’s going to continue on with his assault.

Quickly Ryan climbs into the table with Slater, climbing on top of him, before holding his head in place and delivering a large series of punches to Matt’s face. Finally releasing the head after five or six times, before finally stepping onto the table, picking Slater up as he goes, before putting his hand over his neck. Taking him to the edge of the table, Ryan looks to hit the choke slam off the table onto the floor, but as he raises Matt into the air, Slater converts it on the drop down into an arm drag, sending Ryan off the table and crashing to the ground. Quickly Slater is back to his feet, looking down at Pugh from his elevated position, before jumping off the table and performing a diving knee drop onto the head of Pugh.

Jill Mathews: And just like that all the momentum goes to Matt!

Vince Walters: And he’s going for a pin!

Quickly Slater scrambles on top of Ryan…

ONE-

Before suddenly Pugh gets his arms under Slater, before forcefully pushing him off his shoulders and into the air, before lifting his knees for Slater to land on them.

Jill Mathews: Pugh going back to a move he used against Abraham a few months ago…

Vince Walters: And he won that match too, could this be a sign?

As Slater clutches his gut in pain, rolling off the knees of Pugh, Ryan quickly gets to his feet, before backing away a few steps, before he comes running, rolling into the Pugh Splash, but Matt quickly rolls out the way, causing Ryan to land face first on the floor. Quickly taking the upper hand again, Slater pulls Ryan to his feet once again, before taking him over to a slot machine, Driving his face into it. The machine rings, before Matt drives Pugh’s face in again, and for a third time, before finally releasing Ryan’s head, and causing Pugh to fall back. As Slater struck the machine a third time, the wheels started turning within it, before suddenly it came up triple 7’s. As coins start flowing out the machine, Matt looks to them, then back to Pugh, before suddenly he takes his shirt off and begins putting the money into the shirt.

Jill Mathews: What is Slater doing?

Vince Walters: Being an idiot you ask me, I know he was after Gold, but I don’t think that was the gold he was suppose to go for!

Once his shirt is suitably heavy, Slater moves the shirt and ties it up, creating what would be best described as a large nickel sock. Slowly moving over to Ryan, Slater lifts the coin-filled shirt over his head, waiting for Ryan to get up, however, as Pugh gets to his feet, and Slater swings the shirt, Ryan quickly sidesteps it, causing Matt to miss. Swiftly, Ryan delivers a large uppercut to the jaw of Slater, causing him to release the shirt and making him take a few steps back, before Pugh comes running in with a pump kick, knocking Slater onto his back, before Ryan climbs on top for a pin, sitting on him with one leg in the air.

ONE…

TW-

Jill Mathews: Kickout by Slater!

Vince Walters: Pugh Ryan’s still got the leg!

Upon the kickout, Ryan immediately flips Matt over, keeping hold of the leg and pulling in the Single Leg Boston Crab. The ref, who has remained a good (and safe) distance from the two comes running in, lowering himself to Slater, asking if he wants to give in. The crowds around the two men begin chanting for their respective wrestler. cRu supporters calling for Slater to tap, while Matt’s supporters beg him not to. After about a minute, Pugh finally realizes Slater isn’t quite broken enough, and releases the hold, much to the relief of Matt, who immediately grasps onto his lower back in pain. As Ryan comes back, quickly picking Slater up, Matt begins to fight back once again, knocking Pugh’s hand away, before delivering a swift kick to Ryan’s gut, knocking him back. Quickly Slater grabs Pugh, bringing him up with a surge of strength into the Back Suplex Position, before taking him over to the power table, and finishing the Delayed Back Suplex, driving Ryan through the poker table. After hitting the move, Slater quickly gets to his knees, grasping onto his back once again in pain before going for another pin on Ryan.

ONE…

TWO-

Jill Mathews: Arm up by Pugh!

Vince Walters: What is it gonna take to keep either of these men down?

Slater is once again up, looking down at Pugh, before once again going over to the shirt with the coins in it. Quickly picking it up, Matt returns to Stand over Ryan, before bringing it squarely down in his head, splitting the shirt, and sending the coins everywhere. Slater follows this up with another pin attempt.

ONE…

TWO…

Jill Mathews: ARM UP AGAIN!

Vince Walters: Well it’s clearly going to take a little more than that.

Slowly rolling forward Slater climbs off Ryan, before moving onto his back, using the time to rest up, and hopefully regain some feeling within his back. Slowly both men climb to their feet, removing themselves from the wreckage they’ve caused on the table. Suddenly Pugh’s arm shoots forward, grabbing Slater’s own, before Ryan pulls him in for a back breaker combo. As he finishes the move, Pug falls back on the ground, holding his knees, and rubbing them, while Slater struggles to move at all, considering the amount of abuse his lower back has taken. Slowly Ryan gets to his feet, before grabbing some of the coins off the floor, and going over to Matt, before forcing them into his mouth, Slater attempts to stop him, throwing random punches in Ryan’s direction, but quickly Ryan fills Slater’s mouth to the brim, before getting to his feet, taking a few steps back, before launching into an almighty kick in Slater’s coin filled mouth. As coins fly from Matt’s mouth, they leave covered in spit and blood, as Slater climbs onto all fours, coughing up the remainder of the gold from his mouth and throat.

Jill Mathews: NASTY shot from Ryan!

Vince Walters: Something tells me a few teeth have just left that mouth too…

Slowly Ryan comes running in again, going for a swift punt, but Slater quickly sits up, making Pugh’s foot to go flying past him. As Ryan finally regains his footing, Slater gives him a swift uppercut between the legs. As Pugh grabs his groin, Slater grabs Pugh, and brings him into the TKO position!

Jill Mathews: HE’S GOING FOR THE SHOCKWAVE!

Vince Walters: THIS COULD BE ALL OVER!!!

Suddenly, as Slater brings Pugh up onto his shoulders, he suddenly collapses, grabbing the small of his back in pain, causing Ryan to fall to the ground naturally.

Jill Mathews: He can’t do it! He’s taken too much abuse! His back can’t take the pain!

Vince Walters: Don’t let people tell you that Ryan Pugh doesn’t know what he’s doing out there. Throughout this match, he has worked on Slater’s lower back, and subsequently removed the Shockwave from his arsenal!

As Ryan gets to his feet, he looks down at Slater, an evil smile on his face as he grabs Slater by the head, and pulls him to his feet. Suddenly Matt quickly knocks the hand away, before jumping in the air, grabbing Pugh’s head and hitting the Codebreaker

Jill Mathews: RAINING SHADOWS!!!

Vince Walters: I’ll give it to him, Slater may not have the TKO, but he is still far from harmless…

However, as Slater lands on his back again, he clutches it in pain, only exacerbating the ongoing abuse to his lower back, especially on the marble floor. Quickly forcing himself through the pain, he crawls over to Pugh, turning him over before going for another pin attempt.

ONE…

TWO…

THR-

Jill Mathews: ARM UP MY PUGH!!! HOW THE FUCK IS HE STILL GETTING UP!!!

Vince Walters: They don’t call him The Insane Icon for nothing Jill!

Slater however, doesn’t let up as he grabs Ryan’s beard, before pulling him over his legs and quickly locking in the Gogoplata

Jill Mathews: YOUR MURCILESS DEMISE!!!! HE’S LOCKED IT IN!!!

Vince Walters: MATT IS FUCKING RELENTLESS!!!

As Ryan does his best to hold on, he pushes into the move, getting onto his feet in the bent over position, and subsequently forcing Matt’s shoulders onto the floor.

ONE…

TWO…

Matt swiftly releases the hold, before both men get to their feet, Slater with rage on his face as Pugh holds his neck in pain. Both men back away slowly, looking to hit out one final big push to victory. Suddenly both men come screaming, as Slater attempts another shoulder barge, Ryan jumps into the air, hitting the flying knee right into the face of Slater.

Jill Mathews: SUPER KNEE!!!

Vince Walters: This isn’t looking good for Slater…

Pugh doesn’t let up as he grabs Slater and picks him up onto his shoulders, looking over and performing the Crucifix Throw over to the roulette tables!

Jill Mathews: PUGH BOMB!!!

Vince Walters: REALLY not looking good for Slater right now…

Slowly Pugh makes his way over to Slater, finding on top of the roulette table, before climbing up on top of it, before grabbing Slater and pulling him up to his feet. Slater begins to throw some punches, attempting to knock Pugh back, and the pair begin going back and forth with punches between the pair of them, before suddenly Slater drops down and hits the low blow on Pugh. As both men find themselves on their knees, Ryan immediately grabs Slater by the head, and delivers a harsh head butt, before getting to his feet again pulling Matt up into the cradle, before bringing him down for The Sell Out, bringing his head crashing down onto the steel pole in the center of the roulette wheel.

Jill Mathews: SELL OUT!!!

Vince Walters: HE’S GOING FOR THE PIN!!!

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!!!

DING!!!

Vince Walters: PUGH DID IT!!!

Tom Davis: And your winner, and NEW Xtreme Champion, “The Insane Icon” Ryan Pugh!!!

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[The camera shoots backstage, and slowly to the door of a locker room, now slightly ajar. The shot moves gradually through the opening and peeks inside to see Cera holding a water bottle and staring at it. She frowns and speaks slowly to herself.]

Cera: Liars... everyone in this fucking profession. Who can you trust when the one's you thought were oh so professional may have fucked shit up big time?

[Rolling the bottle in her hands, she shakes her head and laughs at the irony of the situation, obviously a bit hysterical.]

Cera: Funny how one minute people care, one minute they tell you one thing, then the next they fucking tear you down. They claim something, only to turn around and do something else. It destroys a person, doesn't it?

[We realize that Cera seems to be talking to someone else, and the shot trails from the Baddest Bitch to the wall, where a large mirror stood, the only thing shown being her reflection. When Cera resumes talking, the camera turns back to her to see the water bottle being lifted, before it slams against the wall nearby.]

Cera: Tell me, what lurks behind these halls?! People claiming to be good guys, but never hesitating to stab their 'friends' in the back? Or how about staff members claiming to never take sides, but dropping it all for someone they're afraid of? Cowards... idiots... oh, and then there's always those who say they give a fuck about you... but when you may need something the most... where are they? Where THE FUCK ARE THEY?!

[She is now on her feet, screaming at her reflection. The reflection screams mutely back, but from how she's reacting... that's not what she's seeing. Cera's hands tighten at her sides as she stares scathingly at her reflection, her body shaking with fury.]

Cera: You're worthless. You don't deserve shit... I've told you this countless times, everyone else has told you this countless times... you're pathetic to think you had any talent... you're pathetic to think you had anyone... and you're pathetic to think you belong in this federation, in this country, and in this fucking world...

[There is no sadness or tears on Cera's face as she speaks this, as she looks almost calm. Her voice is monotonous and she stares with the most hateful intent at the reflection. Her body said something else, as it trembled with that anger that told a story (not that the story mattered). She was losing it, as the camera clearly showed.]

Cera: What about your hard work?? Not good enough! What about your training?? Not good enough! What about putting your all into something that seems to be crushing you?! Not. Fucking. Good. Enough. Fine... then what about Jen?

[Cera seems to pause at this and ponders, the camera tilting slightly as the person behind it waits curiously for an answer.]

Cera: What about Reya? Slater? The people who are faking it... it doesn't look fake. Why waste your time yelling through a door if you're fake. Why waste your time training someone for a match that's sure to end in fucking misery, just to train them...? How is that 'fake'? What do you know anymore? Who can you trust anymore? Decisions are going to have to be made... and I suppose they won't be what everyone wants, especially not what you yourself even want, but hey... it's for the 'Game', now isn't it?

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We go back to inside the MGM Grand Garden Arena where the camera is focusing on the two ambulances that have been brought in for this fantastically-hyped match. Cameras scan them both from different angles as the crowd settle down, staff members roaming around getting some things adjusted at the last minute as Tom Davis makes the introduction.

Tom Davis: The following contest, is a THREE WAY AMBULANCE MATCH, and it is for, the NEW TRANS-ATLANTIC CHAMPIONSHIP!

The crowd roar with cheers, having anticipated this brutal contest as they murmur in their droves.

Tom Davis: The rules of this match are simple. All three competitors will start inside the ring. There are no disqualifications, no count-outs, and everything is legal. The only way to win is to place your opponent on a stretcher that is nearby each ambulance, and then place them inside the respective vehicle. Once a competitor has been locked into the corresponding ambulance, they are eliminated. Once two combatants have been put into an ambulance with the third remaining, they will officially be the last person standing and declared the winner, and will also be the Trans-Atlantic Champion!



The arena goes completely black as the screeching techno intro of “Sorry You're Not A Winner” by Enter Shikari blasts from the speakers. The darkness remains until around twenty seconds in when the song kicks in and green lights light up the entire arena. Still the man everybody expects to appear is nowhere in sight. At around thirty seconds the loyal Aaron Abraham fans clap along with the song and the arena is going crazy. But still nobody appears as the green lights continue to circle and flash. Then on fifty seconds the chorus to the song kicks in and Aaron Abraham explodes through the curtain with his hand raised high. Aaron lowers his arm as he studies the two ambulances, going up to each of them and nodding firmly after consulting the means of victory in this match, jogging on the spot for a moment before roaming down towards the ring.

Tom Davis: Introducing the first challenger, from Camden, New Jersey, weighing in tonight at 228lbs, AARON ABRAHAM!

Jill Matthews: Two months ago, Aaron Abraham’s reign as the Trans-Atlantic Champion came to a startling end at ISunday, losing the gold against Cera in an Escape From Africa Match. Then, last month at Cold Front, Aaron Abraham acquired the Golden Contract Briefcase after defeating Matt Slater in a TLC Match. With that briefcase in his possession, he can use an opportunity at the Undisputed Championship whenever he pleases, but tonight he gets his rematch for the Trans-Atlantic Championship that he never cashed in. Only, this time around, the title has a new bearer ready to defend it at Hallows Night Fight.

Vince Walters: You forgot to mention that Aaron Abraham also reached the final of the Chase for the Gold Tournament, Jill. If he would have won that, tonight would be a different story for him.

Jill Matthews: Of course. Abraham could have been in the Main Event, facing Roger Wright for the Undisputed Championship. But he is here in this Ambulance Match, and as much as he has made it clear that his goals are on the World Title, he is still embarking on becoming the Trans-Atlantic Champion for the second time. But in his way are two adversaries who will do anything to have that championship also ... one that Abraham knows very well, and the other that he has never had the chance to face until now.

Abraham descends from the turnbuckle after being inside the ring as the commentators talked, doing a few stretches as his music fades.



As the beginning of 'Been to Hell' starts up, the lights dim and deep red strobes flash around the arena. On the Edgetron flashes moments of wrestlers being bludgeoned and bloody... until finally revealing the one who did it, wielding a war hammer in her hand covered in blood, until it starts flashing to reveal another image of the woman holding a bright red baseball bat, with the word 'Power' on it, along with raised steel studs trailing over the top. It flashes suddenly to a close-up of her haunting pale blue eyes, which narrow wickedly. Suddenly the Edgetron goes black as glowing words crawl upon the screen, spelling out 'Sweet Malevolence', fading then returning with 'In the form of', fading once more and coming on again with one last word... 'bloodshed'. Crimson lights then flash down to the entrance and stop there. Out steps a figure dressed in thick, heeled boots, ripped jeans and a leather jacket, but this time her mood is different. Her arms remain by her side but her hands are clenched into fists, Cera bestowing an expression of pure rage as she looks out at the fans, bitterly frowning as she starts to walk to the ring with a purpose.

Tom Davis: And introducing the second challenger, from Sky Valley, Georgia, weighing in tonight at 135lbs, CERA!

Jill Matthews: Cera knows what it’s like to be the Trans-Atlantic Champion. She has been there once before, and she plans on being there again. But with what happened to her manager Jen Ryette during the week, I doubt she will be able to keep her composure. Those eyes of malice convey that story almost perfectly in my opinion.

Vince Walters: Well the good news is we won’t have to deal with that rainbow-loving child while this match goes on. The bad news is that because of her injuries, Cera is seeking revenge, and it is aimed at Aaron Abraham and Shane Sparx.

Jill Matthews: Make no mistake about it, Cera is the Baddest Bitch for a reason. But tonight, she just might very well drag her opponents through hell and make them pay for their indiscretions.

Cera enters the ring and removes her jacket hastily, but there is a target instantly that Aaron notices. An electrocution burn is prominent on Cera’s arm, snaking up around the inside and outside forearm towards the elbow. Cera glares evilly at Abraham as her music fades, both combatants waiting for the champion to make his hometown entrance.



“I’m Not Your Boyfriend, Baby” by 3OH3 plays through the speakers as the crowd generate a loud ovation, standing up in unison to greet and admire their hometown champion. Shane Sparx struts out with confidence from the entrance, taking the time to look at the two ambulances as the crowd clap and sing along with his song. He raises the championship high above his head and they cheer louder, a great smile coming onto his face as he starts to walk to the ring.

Tom Davis: And their opponent, from Las Vegas, Nevada, weighing in tonight at 245lbs, he is the Trans-Atlantic Champion, SHANE SPARX!

Just as Tom Davis finishes this announcement, the match has already begun! Cera didn’t want to wait and left the ring, gunning straight for Sparx and striking him with a hard punch to his face, forcing him to drop the TA Title onto the ground! His music quickly fades as the crowd cheer enthusiastically for this match, the two trading punches until Cera gets the upper hand with kicks to his midsection and then one to his chest that knocks him down.

Vince Walters: What happened to the rule of this starting in the ring?!

Jill Matthews: There are no rules, Vince! Remember folks, the only way to win is to put your opponents inside each ambulance, after placing them on a stretcher no less, and then closing the doors!

Abraham takes Cera unawares with a rushing axe handle to her back, grabbing her by her bad arm and then harshly whipping her into the steel barricades on the aisle way. Sparx gets back up and spears Aaron to the ground, pummelling him with punches until AA reverses the mount and starts to punch away at Shane. The two brawl as Cera disappears off screen, AA dragging Sparx up and then grabbing his head before slamming him face first into the barricade! Shane bounces off and feels his face, Abraham keeping behind him to make sure he doesn’t get away. Sparx walks towards the ambulances until AA reaches him, grabbing him from behind and then hitting a back suplex onto the bare concrete floor!

Vince Walters: If this is just the beginning, I can’t wait to see what the rest of this match is like!

AA lures over Sparx a moment until the crowd cheer thunderously, Abraham spinning around in response and then receiving a VILE CHAIR SHOT to the face from Cera!

Jill Matthews: What a sickening chair shot from Cera! A few more of those and AA will be eliminated at this early stage!

Cera starts going ballistic with the chair as she hammers it down upon the bodies of Sparx and AA, bending the metal considerably. After a short while she looks sadistically at the chair before throwing it away, going towards Sparx and helping him back to his feet before unleashing a Roundhouse Kick to his head. Cera seems to be in control as she fumes with anger, pulling Abraham up until he catches her off guard with an uppercut, following it up with a jawbreaker that stuns Cera momentarily, and then finishing off the combination with a neckbreaker onto the concrete!

Jill Matthews: You might not see a lot of wrestling holds and moves in this match but wherever they land in this environment, it will be deadly.

Vince Walters: They’ve not even wrestled in the ring yet! I have a feeling this match is just going to dominate the outside area!

Abraham gets back up and looks around his surroundings, heading towards the ring before looking under the apron and pulling out a lead pipe. Abraham bashes it against the ring post to test its weight before heading back to his opponents. He sees Sparx getting up and swings the object towards his head, only for Sparx to avoid contact by ducking down and then grabbing Abraham, spinning him around into a spinebuster! Shane exhales as he sees the pipe, picking it up and then gazing over its metal contraption. Cera is heading back up but he sees her quickly, striking the pipe against her side before he hammers it down across her spine!

Vince Walters: Damn! She’ll be in a lot of pain tomorrow morning!

Jill Matthews: That’s even if these competitors will be able to wake up tomorrow morning!

Sparx drops the pipe with a loud, dull clatter before he drags AA up with a sleeper hold, applying the submission as he takes steps back towards the ambulances. He seems to want to choke out Abraham before placing him on a stretcher, reaching the right-side ambulance before Aaron fights out of the sleeper hold, elbowing Sparx in the ribs several times before he drives him into the back of the ambulance with a shoulder tackle! Abraham takes a few steps back as Shane grimaces against the vehicle, AA finding a trash can. He lifts up the weapon and heads towards Shane with utter revilement, swinging the can at an angle that is driven into the head of Abraham with an almighty thud!

Jill Matthews: If this match doesn’t reveal any signs of brain damage I’ll be surprised!

Vince Walters: He hit harder than the Rangers did in the World Series last night!

Sparx has fallen onto the ground as AA stalks over him with the trash can, unaware that Cera is approaching him with the steel chair again. Abraham goes to slam the can onto Shane’s prone body but Cera intervenes, slamming the trash can into the back of his head with the steel chair! AA collapses onto the ground and feels the back of his head as Cera looks about ready to explode, selecting Sparx and dragging him up before whipping him mercilessly into the ambulance!

Jill Matthews: That damn vehicle might not be able to take these combatants to the hospital, let alone conceal them in for the match to be won!

Cera kicks Shane several times before she picks him up again, whipping him hard into the ambulance side for a second time. Sparx stays upright though as Cera creates some space, suddenly rushing forward to crush him against the vehicle. Unfortunately Shane reacts as he bursts away from the ambulance and clutches Cera around her waist, throwing her over his shoulders with a belly-to-belly suplex that makes her hit the ambulance, Cera then falling upside down onto the back of her head!

Vince Walters: Holy shit!

The crowd chant that exact same phrase as Sparx struggles back up, Abraham managing to get back to his feet and heading around to the area between both ambulances. He strikes towards Sparx and the two trade punches, Shane getting the upper hand as the crowd cheer before nailing him with a knee strike and following it up with a DDT! AA is planted onto the concrete as Sparx evaluates his opponents, realizing that one needs to go. He notices one of the stretchers and walks slowly over to it, pulling it away from the barricade before guiding it towards the back of the left-side ambulance.

Jill Matthews: Now the stretchers have come into play. I must stress that you don’t need to strap your opponents down. You can just push them in normally, as long as the opponent remains on the stretcher.

Vince Walters: The thing is, the straps help to restrain them also. If they get fully sealed they’re screwed!

Sparx collects Abraham and then bashes his head into the ambulance, stunning him before driving Abraham onto the concrete with a brainbuster! The crowd cheer loudly as AA limply falls onto the ground after the move, Shane knowing that his elimination has come at the right time. He drags AA towards the stretcher before pulling him up and placing him on it, adjusting his posture before starting to strap his legs against the stretcher.

Vince Walters: Here we go! Aaron Abraham is on the verge of being eliminated!

Just as Sparx finishes strapping down AA’s legs and heading towards his arms, he is struck in the back by a hard knee from Cera, the Baddest Bitch full of rage as she kicks Sparx viciously towards the ambulance’s side. Shane tries to defend himself with a clothesline but Cera ducks under, sweeping her leg against his stomach before she takes him to the passenger side of the ambulance, grabbing his head with her hand before launching Shane’s head THROUGH THE SIDE WINDOW!

Vince Walters: AHH!

The crowd boo heavily as their champion collapses onto the concrete face down, Cera smirking evilly before she cackles. Cera ignores their booing though as she locates AA near the back of the ambulance, ready to complete Shane’s task by strapping his arms and chest down. Thankfully for AA he has recovered, taking Cera by surprise with a closed punch before nailing her a few more times to keep her away. AA hastily loosens the straps around his legs before he climbs off the stretcher, striking Cera in the stomach with a kick until he rotates her up onto his shoulders and plants her hard onto the concrete with a VICIOUS POWERBOMB!

Jill Matthews: Oh my God! Her back could be broken after that move!

Vince Walters: Quick, someone call an ambulance! Oh wait, there it is!

Abraham sneers at Cera before he ventures off to get another stretcher, this time from nearby the right-side ambulance. He pulls it along with his back turned, which might be a mistake, but he is safe knowing that both Sparx and Cera are down. Shane starts moving around from nearby the passenger side, but his face is covered in blood, dripping down onto the concrete with gruesome streams.

Vince Walters: Looks like we have blood. He was lacerated by that glass after Cera smashed his head through that window!

Sparx starts to crawl from the pool of blood as Abraham places Cera onto the stretcher, opening up the back doors of the ambulance in advance to reveal the inside. He gestures for the ramp to come down, which it does so, Abraham going around to the back of the stretcher and starting to push Cera up into the ambulance!

Jill Matthews: Could we see our first elimination here?!

Abraham slots the stretcher with Cera inside into the ambulance, but out of nowhere comes Shane Sparx, bloody and all, headbutting AA several times before he grabs one of the doors and slams it into his head! AA falls down as Shane wipes the blood from his eyes, looking at Cera inside before starting to close the doors.

Vince Walters: Sparx is going to eliminate Cera!

As he closes one door, Sparx slowly goes over to the other, starting to close it until it gets jammed. Shane looks at the visible gap before the door suddenly fires back into his face hard, Cera having kicked it into his head after getting off the stretcher from the inside! She limps down the ramp feeling her back, kicking Sparx away from the ambulance before she returns inside and pulls the stretcher back out.

Jill Matthews: They have to be on the stretcher. It doesn’t count if you put them in without it.

Vince Walters: What if they left the stretcher inside and then placed them on that before closing the doors? Does that count?

Jill Matthews: I’m not certain of the specifics but we’ll see.

Cera then sees Abraham and rushes at him with adrenaline, but AA counters her rush into an overhead throw, Cera landing onto the hood of the ambulance! Abraham gathers his breath and energy before he climbs onto the hood also, grabbing Cera into a DDT position before nailing her with that very move onto the windscreen, the glass cracking after the connection!

Vince Walters: That poor ambulance!

Jill Matthews: What about these competitors, Vince?!

Vince Walters: ... They’ll get better. They usually do.

Abraham resides on the hood as Cera lies against the cracked windscreen, blood now leaking from her head after the glass cut her open. Sparx is back up and tries pulling AA off the hood by his leg, but Abraham kicks him away, sliding off the hood and then taking down Shane with a hard clothesline. AA has his sights set on now eliminating the champion as he sees the stretcher in place near the left-side ambulance, driving Sparx down with a Fisherman Buster onto the concrete to keep him battered.

Jill Matthews: The Trans-Atlantic Champion is in trouble here! He could be on the verge of losing his coveted title, in his hometown no less!

AA has placed Sparx on the stretcher and has opened up the back doors to the ambulance, starting to push Sparx up the ramp that has appeared as the crowd boo the cRu member. He slots the stretcher into the open spaces and goes to close the right door, doing so with a slam. He then smiles as he starts to close the final door, the crowd booing immensely!

Vince Walters: SHANE SPARX IS GONE!

Jill Matthews: NO, WAIT!

The door won’t close as AA pushes on it with all his might, but Sparx seems to be stopping it from the inside. After a while Shane overpowers Aaron and breaks free from inside the ambulance, both men tumbling down onto the ramp. Shane and AA battle back up to their feet as Cera starts to head towards them with the trash can from earlier, trading punches until Cera drills them down with the steel weapon. Sparx falls onto the ramp, his face bloodied much like Cera’s, the Baddest Bitch slamming the can onto AA several times before throwing it towards the crowd in a rage. She then drags up Abraham and runs him towards the right-side ambulance, launching him onto the hood with a splat!

Vince Walters: This match is going on, and nobody has been eliminated yet!

Cera mounts the hood and stands over AA bleeding, picking him up and guiding him up to the roof of the ambulance. She nails him with her Xtreme Rush on the roof but can’t seem to nail him with the Xtreme Speed, due to AA falling down after the strong knee strike. Cera decides to pull AA up and place him into a DDT, growling as she goes to snap his neck onto the roof. However, Abraham starts to struggle free, spinning out of the hold before pulling Cera onto his shoulders and them driving her onto the roof with an F-5!

Jill Matthews: AA countered the DDT into an F-5! What a move!

Vince Walters: Blood is everywhere! Glass is everywhere! There is carnage everywhere! This match was going to be brutal, but I didn’t think it would be this brutal!

Jill Matthews: WAIT, LOOK AT AA!

Abraham has stood up and is looking down at Sparx, who has crawled and stopped in the center of the aisle between the two ambulances, lying on his back looking up at the ceiling. AA looks around before he shouts aloud, flying off the ambulance with a PHOENIX SPLASH! But Sparx moves out of the way, AA sickeningly landing face first ONTO THE CONCRETE!

Jill Matthews: OH MY GOD!

Vince Walters: HOLY SHIT!

The crowd chant Holy Shit again as AA is motionless, Sparx pushing himself up gradually as his body is covered in his own blood, and probably a bit of Cera’s too. Sparx, wasting no time, starts to pull AA by the arm towards the stretcher at the right-side, bracing AA with his body after lifting him up before putting him onto the stretcher.

Jill Matthews: I think AA is out cold! He took a major risk with that Phoenix Splash, and it didn’t pay off.

Sparx guides the stretcher up the ramp with AA on it, but from the top of the ambulance flies Cera, striking Sparx in the face with a missle dropkick! Cera lands across AA with a splash after using that dropkick on the champion, Shane rolling back towards the crowd barricade. Abraham, using his last amount of wits, starts to sit up, but he can’t avoid an XTREME KICK from Cera, AA lying back down after the hard strike! She then rolls him into the ambulance and folds up the ramp before she SHUTS BOTH THE DOORS!

Vince Walters: AA IS GONE!

Tom Davis: Aaron Abraham has been eliminated!

Jill Matthews: So the Golden Contract holder is out of this match, and we are down to two!

Cera looks exhausted as she turns her attention back to Sparx, but he has her scouted, driving her against the closed ambulance with a spear! The lights on the ambulance start to flash and it begins to drive away slowly out of the arena, leaving the one on the left-side behind. Both Cera and Sparx are a bloody mess as they get back up, Sparx heading towards the remaining ambulance. Cera follows his trail though and, after getting close enough, kicks him in the abdomen before planting him onto the steel ramp with a neckbreaker!

Jill Matthews: Which one of these two will leave Hallows Night Fight as the Trans-Atlantic Champion?!

Vince Walters: They’re getting so close to victory they can practically smell it ... either that or it’s the blood!

Cera locates the other stretcher and guides it up the ramp, slowly going over to Sparx before she engages her NOTHING PERSONAL submission! The crowd boo as she tries to choke Shane out, Sparx frantically putting his arms forward to grab anything that might stop Cera. Cera keeps a tight hold though as Sparx limps his way towards the lead pipe in the aisle, falling to one knee as he clutches the pipe. With one last amount of energy, Sparx nails Cera with the pipe that forces her to let go, Sparx resting on his knees for a moment as Cera feels her face.

Vince Walters: It was a good thing that pipe was in range, otherwise we’d have a new TA Champion by now!

Shane gingerly gets back up and picks Cera up too, putting her into a headlock before walking her towards the ambulance. However, Cera starts to hammer Shane in the back with her forearm, running him into the edge of ambulance door as it was open! Cera leaves Sparx down before she looks over her shoulder, smirking wickedly through her exhaustion as she limps over to the TA Title that was left behind after it was dropped at the start of this match. She picks it up and studies its face, looking back at Sparx before she starts heading back towards him, measuring him up for a fatal strike.

Jill Matthews: Cera has that title back, and I think she is going to leave an imprint on Sparx’s head as a farewell gift!

Cera waits eagerly as Shane pushes himself up, slowly turning around as Cera lashes out. But Sparx ducks under at the last second, Cera spinning around before receiving a big boot to her bloody face!

Vince Walters: He dodged the bullet so to speak!

Sparx hears the crowd cheering loudly as he picks her back up, grabbing her around the neck before he balances his feet on the hood and flips off, nailing Cera onto the ramp with the CONFLAGRATION!

Jill Matthews: THE CONFLAGRATION CONNECTED!

Sparx knows he has little time left as he fetches the stretcher, placing it nearby Cera before he places her onto it. She looks out of it as he starts to push the stretcher into the ambulance, grabbing his championship and placing it on his shoulder as he closes the first door.

Vince Walters: HE’S GOING TO REMAIN CHAMPION!

Shane exhales a hopeful breath as he slams the last door shut, BUT at the last minute it bounces back out, the stretcher starting to roll back out of the ambulance!

Jill Matthews: NO, CERA SURVIVED!

Shane, realizing the predicament, halts the stretcher with his thighs, trying to push it back up. Cera eventually sits up and then grabs Sparx by the throat, trying to choke him out. But as she has him gripped, Shane shakes off the championship belt from his shoulder and then swings it rapidly, battering it against her face!

Jill Matthews: I THINK HE GAVE CERA A TA TITLE FAREWELL GIFT INSTEAD!

The crowd roar thunderously as Sparx barrels the stretcher into the ambulance, finally SLAMMING THE LAST DOOR SHUT before collapsing onto his ass with his back to the door, his eyes closed and breathing heavily as the fans cheer and his music plays.

Tom Davis: Here is your winner, and STILL the Trans-Atlantic Champion, SHANE SPARX!

Jill Matthews: I don’t think I have ever seen a match like that! It will be a long time before we see a match of that magnitude again, I can assure you!

Vince Walters: Aaron Abraham and Cera gave Sparx a run for his money, but he ended up retaining the championship in his hometown! He must feel ecstatic now!

Jill Matthews: Well once the agony goes away I think he will be. Shane Sparx is still the TA Champion folks, and he has survived a brutal war here at Hallows Night Fight!

Sparx starts to get up and raises the belt above his head, slowly looking at the remaining ambulance as it starts to pull away, containing Cera inside. It disappears at the side of the arena as Sparx finally rejoices, grimacing with agony though as he celebrates with his TA Championship. We then cut to a few commercials advertising the latest NEW merchandise available.

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(Jesse Styles sits perched in his executive chair, looking calm and relaxed as he checks the monitor in his swanky looking office. Compared to the changing room Gaf’s been given the last three months it sure shows the differences in class. Styles rests his head against his hands looking rather smug, that is until Kevin Rouser storms in uninvited, punches the mahogany desk and leans forward in a confrontational manner as Styles jerks forwards looking unimpressed.)

Kevin Rouser
Why haven’t we been granted TV time?

Jesse Styles
Who gave you an invite?

Kevin Rouser
Don’t play games with me; you’ve been holding us down months.

(Finding his worked up exterior amusing, Styles laughs in Rouser’s face, which only causes Rouser to get more worked up as he stamps his foot in frustration and stares at him menacingly.)

Jesse Styles
OK I admit it; we’ve been holding you down because you’re THAT important.

Kevin Rouser
I agree! At last you’re finally telling the truth.

Jesse Styles
Jeeze, I was being sarcastic.

Kevin Rouser
Well it couldn’t last could it? You had to start lying – you weren’t being sarcastic at all.

Jesse Styles
Look Kevin in case you haven’t noticed, I’m a bit busy right now… but I promise I’ll get back to you on the TV time thing, I’m sure we can come to some sort of “arrangement”….as long as you stop pestering me.

Kevin Rouser
Deal. You better.

(Rouser walks out, slamming the door as a sinister smile appears on Style’s face.)

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Tom Davis: Ladies and gentlemen IT'S TIME!!! It's time for the main event of the evening!!! This historic bout will be a three stages of hell match and the winner will be crowed the Undisputed NEW World Champion! Introducing first from Brighton England here is Specter!!!



Without any special theatrics or pyrotechnical displays, Specter slowly makes his way out from the back as the sounds of “Please” by Nine Inch Nails drone throughout the arena, Specter smirking cruelly as he walks down the ramp, neglecting to acknowledge the fans as he does so.

Jill Mathews: Here comes the mad man him self in Specter. A man who has battled for the past month in the chase for the gold tourney to get to this point. Now the question is can Specter finally get over the hump at a pay per view and prove to the world that he is indeed one of the very best?

Vince Walters: Bad things happen to Specter at pay per views there is no question about that. It's almost like he's cursed or something. Perhaps he pissed off a which doctor once upon a time I dunno.

Jill Mathews: So you don't believe he will be able to get over this hump?

Vince Walters: You wanna hump? I'm game baby!

Jill Mathews: Never mind...

Tom Davis: And, now introducing his opponent from Webberville Texas here is ROGER WRIGHT!!!!



The crowd begins to cheer and rock around with the rhythmic beating of drums, the guitar riffs picking up as a strobe light at the entrance ramp flashes with the memorable beat. The strobe ceases its pulsation as the guitar picks up and takes over, the crowd continuing to stand on their feet in elated excitement as the time draws nearer.

And then, as the song bursts into overdrive, that time arrives.

From the back Roger Wright emerges with a smile on his face, the pyro going off on top of the stage as the crowd nearly blow the roof of the arena with cheers. At the first verse the pyro ends and Roger steps out from behind the sparks, making his way to the ring whilst slapping hands with the fans.

Jill Mathews: A former three time NEW World Champion looks to bring home the prize for a fourth time here tonight. Roger has to be driven for it has been over six months since he lost the title back at Demented.

Vince Walters: You are looking at a man who has done it all in this business and yet the last six months come pay per view time he's a lot like Specter almost cursed so to speak.

Jill Mathews: Well one of these men will walk out the winner and won't be labeled as cursed any longer that's for sure.

Vince Walters: Well the ref has the leather strap out to hook to both these men's wrists for the first stage obviously is going to be a leather strap match.

Jill Mathews: Yes all three of these stages are quite interesting we got a leather strap match, a flaming tables match and if needed a steel cage match where the only way to win is escape.

Vince Walters: I think you should spank me with a leather strap tonight after this is all over.

Jill Mathews: Id'e rather choke you with one.

Vince Walters: I'm down for that too.

DING!!

The ref hooks the leather strap onto Roger's wrist and then Specter's wrist. Both men just glare at each other for a moment and then Roger grabs a hold of the strap using his power advantage pulling Specter to him and driving his left shoulder into the upper body of Specter which knocks the wind out of him for a moment. Roger now goes to one of his classic moves that brought him to the dance and that's those knife edge chops right across the chest of Specter multiple times. Specter however seems very little effected by these chops as he just kind of stands there shaking his head that is until Roger hit him with a hard left hand right to his right eye. Specter drops to one knee and Roger takes part of the strap and begins to whip Specters back with it time and time again. Specter slowly rises to his feet as Roger continues to whip him with the strap. Roger now comes up behind Specter and wraps a portion of the strap around Specter choking him!!! Specter begins to gasp for air but quickly manages to counter by hitting a MULE KICK right to the groin of Roger sending him down to his knee's. Specter now backs up a few feet and comes a running hitting a double front kick to the chest of Roger knocking him down on his back. Now Specter mounts on top of Roger hitting a series of closed fist shots with great anger behind them.

Jill Mathews: Wow this has turned into a brutal fight already look at fist shots that Specter is dropping down on Roger boy is his face taking a beating right now.

Vince Walters: Well I think Roger trying to choke Specter out might of upset Specter a bit.

Jill Mathews: Or, Specters just being well him self which is evil as of late.

Vince Walters: Also a possibility.

Specter gets off of Roger and drags him to his feet by using the leather strap. Specter now pulls at it again once Roger is to his feet and this brings Roger towards Specter. Roger runs right into a standing drop kick from Specter taking Roger again off his feet. Specter drags Roger near one of the turnbuckles now and climbs up it. MOONSAULT!!!!NO!!!! ROGER GOT HIS KNEE'S up and Specter landed right on those knee's. Both men stay down for a few moments and then Roger rises to his feet dragging Specter with him and he goes to short arm close line Specter but he ducks it and then tosses Roger over the top rope!!! Specter grabs a hold of the leather strap and stops Roger from falling all the way to the outside ring mat. He now walks up to the ring ropes and draped part of the leather strap around Roger's throat and now pulls back on the strap literally HANGING ROGER WRIGHT!!!! The crowd gasps at this as Roger is just hanging there with feet dangling as Specter holds his grip on the strap while the ref pleads with him to let go of it. Specter however does not as the camera zooms in on the face of Roger who is literally turning blue and looks like he's about to pass out from the lack of oxygen! Specter finally releases his grip on the leather strap and Roger falls to the outside mat his body just laid out on the outside mat as Specter LEAPS OVER THE TOP ROPE LANDING A LEAPING LEG DROP ACROSS THE BACK OF ROGERS NECK!!! Specter rolls Roger onto his back and brings the dead weight of Roger to his feet rolling him back into the ring. Now Specter rolls in and makes the cover on Roger!!

Jill Mathews: My god this man is just evil he literally just hung Roger Wright.

Vince Walters: I really am beginning to like Specter's style more and more.

Jill Mathews: You make me sick Vince!

Vince Walters: Oh you no it makes you hot.

Jill Mathews: We have a pin in the ring.

ONE....

TWO...

THREE!!!

NO!!!

Jill Mathews: WOW! I guess Specter didn't hang Roger long enough as odd as that may sound.

Vince Walters: It takes a lot and I mean a LOT to keep Roger Wright down but man I thought this stage was going to Specter right there he literally hung the man.

Specter looks at the ref who holds his fingers up motioning it was a two count and Specter now just waits to see if Roger tries to get to his feet. Moments pass and Roger still hasn't moved so Specter gets tired of waiting and reaches down pulling Roger to his feet. He goes for DeViate!!!! That special spinning heel kick but Roger ducked under it and as Adrien turned around Roger grabs him and a SPINE BUSTER!!!! Roger covers him...ONE....TWO...NO!! Specter kicks out and Roger slowly gets back to his feet as does Specter. Roger pulls Specter near him with the use of the leather strap and goes for a running boot as he pulled Specter near him and he connects!! Specter hits the ground hard from the boot to the face as Roger who seems to be getting a second wind here drops his knee right into the face of Specter. Roger now grabs a hold of Specters legs and applies his TEXAS CLOVERLEAF what he calls the ONE UP!!! Specter shakes his head multiple times showing the ref he refuses to give up as Roger pulls back even more on the hold but Specter continues to give up and reaches for the ring ropes. Roger continues to pull back on the hold but Specter does manage to get to the ropes and the ref forces Roger to break the hold. Roger now with eyes focused stands there just motioning for Specter to get up and as Specter does get up he turns around WRIGHT STUFF!!!!NO!!!! Specter shoved Roger off him and tugged on the leather strap bringing Roger right back towards him and READ THE PASSAGE!!!! SPECTER HIT IT!!!

Jill Mathews: Wow he blocked the Wright Stuff and nailed his Read the Passage that running Canadian Destroyer!! What a counter there by Specter this might just be his night Vince.

Vince Walters: It might be for Specter is now making the cover on Roger here.

ONE....

TWO....

THREE!!!!!

DING!!

Tom Davis: Specter wins stage one by pin fall!!! Stage two which is a Flaming tables match begins now!!

Jill Mathews: Specter is up one to nothing here in this best of three and Roger is down and out.

Vince Walters: All Specter needs to do is grab a table, light in a blaze and toss Roger through it and he can be the World Champ!

Jill Mathews: I think he heard you Vince because he just rolled outside the ring to grab a table.

Vince Walters: Damn right he heard me because like I said I matter baby.

Specter who has now removed the leather strap from his wrist is now outside the ring grabbing a table that was set up outside the ring and shoving it into the ring. He then reaches down into a black bag that was outside the ring grabbing a thing of lighter fluid and a box of matches. Specter now rolls back into the ring but the moment he gets to his feet somehow Roger Wright had gotten to his and DAMN NEAR took Specters head off with a powerful close line!!! Roger drops to his knee's obviously still hurting from getting his by the Read the Passage but he did manage to stop Specter from setting that table up and lighting it a blaze. Roger slowly gets back to his feet as does Specter and the two men begin to brawl and it's Roger who gets the upper hand with non stop left's and rights. Specter is reeling as Roger grabs a hold of him and hits a running bulldog laying Specter out!!! Roger now picks up the table and sets it up in the ring and now reaches down grabbing a hold of the lighter fluid. Roger squirts the lighter fluid all over the table and then drops the lighter fluid. He turns to get the box of matches but Specter is right there WHAM!!! Specter dropped Roger with a running DOUBLE KNEE GUT BUSTER!! DOWN GOES ROGER!!! Specter is down for a moment as well but gets to his feet and climbs to the top turnbuckle SPLIT LEGGED MOONSAULT CONNECTS!!!! The crowd claps from that amazing move as Specter looks at Roger noticing he is still trying to get up and Specter then rolls outside the ring grabbing a steel chair! He now rolls back in and as Roger gets to his feet WHACK!!!!!!! Steel chair shot right to the skull of Roger Wright knocking him down to the mat. Specter now places the chair over the face of Roger Wright and climbs to the second turnbuckle leaping off but Roger shoved the chair off him and got to his feet just as SPECTER IS COMING DOWN WRIGHT STUFF!!!!!! While Specter was still in mid AIR!!!!!

Jill Mathews: Can you believe that?

Vince Walters: What a Wright Stuff and I gotta tell you Jill I have seen many of those hit over the last almost two years that Roger has been in this company but man that was really and truly out of no where.

Jill Mathews: Just wow Specter did not see that coming no way he could of and now he is laid out and it looks like Roger has a chance to set that table a blaze now.

Vince Walters: Wouldn't be the first time Specter's been burned.

Roger grabs the matches but as his body comes back up he has to steady him self from falling over. Blood has begun to fall down his face due to that chair shot from Specter. But, Roger does manage to steady him self and sparks a match tossing it onto the table!!! FLAMES LIGHT UP THE TABLE!!! Roger now turns around and brings a out of it Specter to his feet. Roger drags Specter near the burning table and tries to toss him onto it but SPECTER put the breaks on and sent a series of elbow shots into the gut of Roger. With Roger clutching at his gut Specter grabs Roger and drops him with an Exploder suplex!!!! Specter falls to the mat still dazed from the Wright stuff and slowly but surely both men get to there feet exchanging shots once again near the burning table. Specter quickly kicks Roger in his gut stopping the battle of the fists and Specter backs up GOING FOR HIS READ THE PASSAGE AGAIN!!!!! NO!!!!! This time as Specter went for the flip Roger used his power to stop it and Specter was unable to flip into the Canadian Destroyer or as he calls it the Read the Passage. Roger got out of it and POWER SLAMMED SPECTER THROUGH THE BURNING TABLE!!!! Specter is the first to hit the flames but Roger gets into the flames as well a bit!!!!

DING!!

Tom Davis: The winner of the second stage is ROGER WRIGHT!!!! Which means there will be a third stage which will be an escape only STEEL CAGE MATCH!!!!

Jill Mathews: Wow both men got burned there but Specters back got it the worst as the ref's poured bottled water onto his back and onto Roger's arms and now have gotten out of the ring as the cage is beginning to lower!

Vince Walters: It's one stage a piece here so this final one is for it all!

Jill Mathews: Both these men want that title so badly hell some could say there careers depended on it.

Vince Walters: I dunno about there careers but it's for sure something they both crave badly.

Jill Mathews: And, the cage has been lowered right now Roger and Specter are both laying in the ring hurt pretty bad so it's going to be interesting to see who can actually have enough left in there tank to escape the cage.

Nether man moves for a few minutes then Roger crawls to the near by ring ropes and pulls him self to his feet. He now slowly begins to climb up the cage and the crowd in attendance are to there feet as they see Specter still not really moving. Roger is over half way up the cage and Specter now sits up!!! Specter gets to his feet and begins to climb up the cage after Roger!!! Roger is around the top of the cage and Specter manages to reach out and grab the left ankle of Roger's just before Roger could swing his body over. Now Specter pulls Roger down a few steps and the two men are slugging it out half way up the cage. Roger slams Specters head into the cage and then Specter slams Rogers skull into the cage both men lose there balance and FALL OFF THE CAGE BACK DOWN TO THE RING MAT!! Both men breathing heavily as they lay on there backs in the ring and slowly both men show signs of movement as they both crawl to alternate sides of the ring grabbing at the ring ropes to pull them self's up once again.
They are both to there feet now and limp over to the middle of the ring where they meet once again slugging it out and Specter sends a knee right into the lower stomach area of Roger stopping his attack. Specter grabs Roger by the back of his head and SLAMS him face first into the side of the cage and then tosses him into the other side of the cage face first. Specter now grabs Roger and BLUE THUNDER DRIVER!!! Specter takes Roger down with it and sits back up looking at the cage. He slowly gets to his feet and walks to the cage. He now begins to climb up it one step at a time.

Jill Mathews: Specter now back in the drivers seat here I don't know if Roger can get back up in time from that one he's lost a lot of blood and this match has just been insane.

Vince Walters: The one thing Iv'e learned from my years here in this fed is to never think Roger is done. I have seen that man get back up from things that almost no one else would get up from for weeks. His opponent is one of the other people that I can say the same thing about.

Jill Mathews: Well Specter is at the top of the cage Vince!

Vince Walters: And, there's very little movement from Roger wow!

Jill Mathews: What is Specter doing?

Vince Walters: He's at the top but he's turned his head and looking back down at Roger.

Jill Mathews: OH MY GOD!!!!! SENT FROM ABOVE FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!! ONTO ROGER!!!

Vince Walters: That crazy son of a bitch! I think he just killed him self and Roger!

Jill Mathews: Unbelievable.

The crowd is yelling holy shit as nether man moves for a good few minutes and the camera even cuts backstage for a moment where NEW trainers are ready to head out to the ring but Jesse Styles stops them. "This is the main event you are not going out there until it's over!" The trainers stop in there tracks and we fade back to ringside were Specter is moving literally crawling towards the cage door. The ref opens the door and Specter has reached it he begins to crawl out and half his BODY IS OUT THE DOOR!!!! BUT, ROGER leaps at the last second grabbing Specter by his left ankle pulling him back inside the cage!! The crowd erupts as the ref outside the ring once again closes the cage door. Both men come to there feet once again moving very slowly towards each other and Specter with a THUMB TO ROGERS EYE!! Roger holds his eye as Specter drops him with a side walk slam showing the amazing power he has for being only five foot ten in height. Specter now brings Roger back to his feet and goes to slam his head into the steel cage again but Roger put on the breaks elbowing Specter in his gut and SLAMMING SPECTERS face into the cage not once, not twice, but three times!! Specter is now busted open above his eye and both men look battered and just wore down. Roger now grabs Specter POWER BOMBING HIM INTO THE TURNBUCKLE!!! Specters back hits hard across the turnbuckle and he goes down to the mat face first. Roger wipes the blood from his eyes and reaches down bringing Specter to his feet lifting him up WRIGHT AWAY!!!! Roger drops him!!!! The crowd pops as Roger walks over to the cage and very slowly begins to climb for you can tell he's hurt but he's climbing non the less. About three fourths the way up the cage as Specter sits up!!! The crowd can't believe it but Specter stands to his feet and climbs up the cage after Roger. And, he reaches Roger just as Roger had swung his leg over the cage. Specter pulls Roger back over the cage after head butting him and now Roger reaches out grabbing a hold of Specter WRIGHT STUFF FROM THE TOP OF THE CAGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Vince Walters: Holy shit?

Jill Mathews: I think what we just saw right there defines that saying and listen to the crowd they are screaming it what a match we are seeing here!

Vince Walters: The thing is that Wright stuff from way up there did just as much damage to Roger as it did Specter.

Jill Mathews: You are right both men are down.

Vince Walters: You know all this excitement is making me hot I think I am going to take my shirt off and see what happens.

Jill Mathews: If you do that so help me god I will throw up directly on you!

Vince Walters: Shirt stays on got it.

Specter and Wright amazingly begin to show life once more as Specter begins to crawl towards the cage and Roger begins to crawl towards the DOOR! The race is on as Specter uses the cage to pull his self to his feet and begins to climb the cage while Roger inches ever so close to the door with blood just pouring down his face. The ref opens the cage door and ROGERS BEST FRIEND SHANE IS SEEN at ringside now yelling for Roger to get out the door!!! Specter is now near the top of the cage and has just literally stood on TOP THE CAGE! HE looks down at Roger who is half way out the door and LEAPS OFF THE CAGE!!! SHANE see's this and tries to reach into to pull Roger out but Roger smacks his hand away!!!! And, pulls him self through but SPECTER HIT THE GROUND FIRST AND HARD!!!!!!

Jill Mathews: Oh my god get the trainers out here! Hurry damn it!

Vince Walters: I do not believe what I just saw Specter literally leaped off the top of the cage to the floor to win this match and become the CURRENT CHAMP! He is one crazy bastard!

Jill Mathews: Roger had a chance Shane could of pulled him out in time but Roger's pride got in the way there.

Vince Walters: Specter has done it that's all I know to say after two years with this company almost he has won a one on one world title match. Now his body might be broken but he has done it.

DING!

Tom Davis: The winner of the match and NOW THE CURRENT NEW UNDISPUTED WORLD CHAMPION SPECTER!!!

As the EMT's roll out the stretchers for both men Shane is seen walking away shaking his head while Roger is on the ground with a glazed look in his eyes. Specter gets handed the NEW UNDISPUTED World title from the ref and he holds it close to his heart with a sick smile on his face as the EMT's load him onto a stretcher. Meanwhile Roger keeps refusing to be loaded onto a stretcher.

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As the cage is being lifted and trainers and EMT’s do their job at ringside, the entire arena is on their feet in applause for the two men who have literally left it all in the ring.

Jill Matthews: Well, ladies and gentlemen... My mind is literally blown... What a wonderful match... What an enthralling, exciting, brilliant match and what a way to end Hallows Night Fight!

Vince Walters: I agree Jill, I agree... Both men left it all in the ring and Adrien Specter will leave a well deserved Undisputed Champion.

Jill Matthews: Has Vince Walters been humbled?

Vince Walters: I’ll let you humble me.

Jill Matthews: I knew it was too good to be true... But forget that... Adrien Specter is leaving Undisputed Champion but he has paid the price here as he’s loaded into a stretcher at ringside.

As Specter is strapped into the stretcher, Roger Wright is damn near carried back stage, propped up on the shoulders of trainers and EMT’s, Shane there by his side trying to talk to him. As they are about half way up the ramp the big screen begins malfunctioning and making a terrible high pitched buzzing noise. It draws everybody’s attention and creates a mass silence in the arena.

Suddenly:



The entire arena appear shocked at what they’re hearing and rightly so.

Vince Walters: Is this what I think it is?! Is Aaron Abraham about to cash in the golden contract?!

Jill Matthews: No! Not like this! Not this way! Specter can’t even walk!

Vince Walters: More to the point, wasn’t Abraham driven out of here in an ambulance after the Trans Atlantic Title match?

The music stretches on and on, blaring through the sound system at an incredibly high volume until in a single instant, the music stops and the lights go out.

Jill Matthews: What the hell is going on? Ewwww did you just touch my leg Vince!?

Vince Walters: ...Erm... No... Of course not...

The darkness lasts a minute or two and the audience are becoming restless when the lights flick back on in an instant.

There is utter panic around the arena as everybody’s shields their eyes from the blinding light. At ringside the EMT’s who were dealing with Specter are in utter shock as they see he is no longer on the stretched in front of them- No. He is now in the ring, still strapped to the stretcher but propped up against the top rope so as to take a long hard look at the image before him.

In the middle of the ring, the golden contract, the briefcase open and on display to all and the huge screen, which Specter is staring right at, reading one very important message.

...11/21/11...

...Kamikaze...