KOX qualifying match.
Headhunter vs. Adam Jones

Camera pans to the back minutes before the opening bell. Headhunter is shown walking down the hallway with the Pure Title belt draped over his shoulders. He is dressed in his usual Punisher-like attire. Walking right beside him, as always, is his lovely wife and valet, A-Death, clad in her usual blue tights and top. Hunter receives many greetings on his way down the hallway from various Vendetta superstars.

D.C. Henning: “Hey, Hunter, how’s it goin?”

Ash Wheeler: “Hey, big guy, how’s it goin’?”

Hunter, though, ignores it and proceeds down the hallway, until suddenly, he runs into the one guy he’s been dying to see this whole time, who’s conveniently hidden by the camera. Hunter gives him a stern look.

Headhunter: “We meet at last.”

Camera pans outward, and reveals it to be none other than the XWA World Champ, Caleb Spires, who gets a massive pop from this Mayhem crowd. Caleb looks the big man dead in the eyes as he then proceeds to walk right up in the XWA World Champ’s face. The crowd cheers heavily as the 2 big-name superstars stare eachother down.

Headhunter: “You know, Caleb, when I look into 99.99% of the locker room’s eyes, all I see are a bunch of misfits, playing around in the big man’s yard… but when I look at you, I see a whole lot more.”

Caleb: “What do you see?”

Headhunter: “When I look at you… I see a little bit of myself… a stone-cold killer.”

Crowd cheers heavily through the stands of the arena as they are watching this on the TitanTron.

Headhunter: “After all, you and I made history last Sunday. Last Sunday, you and I were the only ones to walk in with gold, and walk out with gold, and that, my friend, makes us special cases, which brings me to tonight…”

Caleb: “And…”

Hunter pauses while he looks down at Caleb’s XWA World Title.

Headhunter: “Tonight… marks the beginning of the King of Xtreme tournament, and the beginning to my rise to the top, and when, not if, but when I win this tournament, I’ll have the right to face the reigning champion from either promotion in the main event at XtremeMania. Just think of the implications, Caleb… me fulfilling my destiny of winning the King of Xtreme Tournament, you being the XWA World Champion… gets you thinking, doesn’t it?”

Caleb: “Indeed it does… what a match that would be.”

Headhunter: “But don’t get too excited, Caleb…”

Headhunter gets right in Caleb’s face.

Headhunter: “It’s to die for!”

Crowd cheers heavily in the background while the 2 huge fan favorites stare eachother down.

Camera then pans to the interviewing room with Jack Johnson.

Jack Johnson: “Standing with me at this time is the man who will be facing the Pure Champion in one of four King of Xtreme qualifying matches, Adam Jones.”

Crowd cheers as the camera pans away to reveal Adam Jones.

Jack Johnson: “Adam Jones, tonight sees you in an uphill battle as tonight, you will be facing a former black belt in Ju-Jitsu, a multi-time world champion, and the first ever XWA Pure Champion, “The Soldier of the Night” himself, Headhunter, any last words before the opening bell?

Jones: “Yeah. Headhunter, you think that, just because you’re big and bad, that you intimidate me? Yeah, you’re 6’8”, 326 pounds, most of that being pure muscle, but like they say, the bigger they are, the harder they fall, and you’re gonna learn that, as you like to say, the hard way.”

Crowd cheers while Adam Jones pauses.

Jones: “All this talk of you winning this tournament, of it being your destiny to win this tournament, you may be big and bad, but at the end of the day, it’s just your big mouth writing checks your mongoloid ass can’t cash. Tonight, I’m gonna prove what a fluke your win at Xtreme Champions was and I’m gonna show you the bitter taste of defeat. See you in five.”

Camera pans back towards Jack Johnson as Adam Jones leaves the room.

Johnson: “Okay, Chet Lemon, Black Snow, let’s send it back to you for the opening bell.

Back at the arena.

Camera pans back to the arena and to Justin Roberts standing in the ring to kick off the beginning of the next KOX qualifiers.



Justin Roberts: “The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is a King of Xtreme qualifying match under Xtreme Rules, making his way to the ring first, from Melbourne, Australia, weighing in at 226 pounds… ADAM JONES!”

The lights go out on the arena and the crowd goes wild as “No More Words” by Enderafter hits the PA. Adam Jones soon comes out of the entrance way, waving his arms up and down, soon followed by a firework explosion to a nice pop. Jones then comes marching down the ramp, high fiving various fans on the way down.

Lemon: “Here comes who many would consider to be the huge underdog in this KOX qualifying match, Adam Jones.”

Snow: “No kidding, Chet, the odds may be stacked against him, but don’t think he’s gonna go down without a fight, let me tell ya.”

Adam Jones then slides into the ring and goes onto the top rope, posing to the fans one last time in the dying seconds of his music. Jones then squats down and looks patiently down the ramp, patiently awaiting the challenger.



Justin Roberts: “And his opponent, being accompanied to the ring by A-Death, from Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 326 pounds… he is the XWA Pure Champion, “The Soldier of the Night,” HEADHUNTER!”

The lights go out on the arena and a blue aurora shines over the fans and they go batshit crazy for a familiar entrance as thunder and lightning effects begin to hit.

Suddenly, familiar riffs are heard and the crowd’s cheers grow even more wild as red smoke begins to fill the stage area. After a long moment, Headhunter soon steps out of the red smoke alongside his lovely A-Death, and both generate a massive pop together as they stare Adam Jones down all the way up the ramp. Both then proceed to march slowly down the ramp as Megadeth’s “Crush ‘Em” blares over the PA.

Lemon: “And here he comes! He is the Soldier of the Night, the Killer of XWA, the XWA Pure Champion, Headhunter!”

Snow: “Gotta love his entrance, Chet, gets me every time, I’m tellin’ ya.”

Lemon: “Headhunter makes his way down the ramp as we’re about to kick off the next of our KOX qualifying matches, and Snow, I don’t think many would dispute that Headhunter is perhaps the favorite to win the KOX tournament for a chance to main event XtremeMania.”

Snow: “No, not at all, but he has some stiff competition up ahead in the other KOX qualifiers, and it’s definitely gonna be an uphill battle from here.”

Fans extend their hands out to Headhunter, patting him on the shoulder as he does his signature slow march down the ramp in light of the Undertaker. He’s wearing his usual black leather coat and Punisher-esque singlet and with the Pure Title draped over his shoulders. Hunter then makes it to ringside and slowly makes his way toward the steps. The camera then gets a nice close up of Headhunter as he does his signature march up the steps. Headhunter poses on the apron and generates a massive pop as the lights return on the arena. Headhunter then does his signature ring entrance, stepping over the ropes to get inside the ring, using his massive size to his advantage. Headhunter then gives Adam Jones an evil stare as he proceeds to slide his black leather coat off. Headhunter sets it aside, giving it to A-Death, who takes his jacket and holds it for him. The 2 KOX opponents enter a brief staredown in the closing seconds of Hunter’s music as they await the opening bell.

DING DING DING!

The bell sounds and the match is underway.

Both men start encircling eachother around the ring momentarily. Hunter comes out with his hands cocked in front of him, Undertaker style. Hunter walks up to Jones, while Jones squanders around the ring, avoiding him. Jones rushes at Hunter and goes for a baseball slide to the shins, but Hunter reaches down and catches his knee caps in a nice showing of athleticism. Hunter gives Jones a Catapult in the corner, but Jones lands safely on the middle ropes near the turnbuckle, stopping himself up top. Jones then leaps off the top turnbuckle, and gives Hunter a huge Enzuguri off of them. Jones catches Hunter right in the face and Hunter arches his back, facing the mat, but he can’t get the big man off his feet. Jones then rushes at Hunter from behind, and gives him a running Bulldog from behind, drilling Hunter face first off the mat as Hunter’s face goes bouncing off of it. Jones quickly rises up to a vertical base and runs at the ropes, and does a huge Moonsault off of them. Hunter’s back bounces off the mat and he grabs his gut with both hands in pain as Jones plants him with a devastating top rope maneuver. Jones covers him…

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Quick kickout after 2!

Jones walks through the ropes and goes to the outside. Jones grabs a steel chair then slides into the ring with it. As he does, Hunter starts to get up to a vertical base. Hunter turns around and sees Jones coming at him with a steel chair. Jones swings at him with a steel chair, but Hunter ducks under and appears behind Jones. Jones turns around and Hunter kicks Jones in the gut. Jones staggers back and drops the chair on the mat. Hunter grabs Jones by the arm and lifts him high into the air, and plants him with a huge Flapjack stomach-first onto the steel chair. Jones grabs his stomach with both arms and gasps desperately for air as if he just had the wind knocked out of him! Hunter then grabs the steel chair, and sandwiches Jone’s leg in between it. Hunter picks Jone’s leg up, and smashes his leg across the mat with the chair around his knee cap, and Jones howls in pain! Hunter then grabs both of Jone’s legs and drags him across the ring. Hunter goes to the outside and pulls Jones near the corner turnbuckle. Hunter then pulls Jones legs into the corner, and drives Jones nutsack into the turnbuckle, forcing him to straddle it. Hunter then crosses Jones legs into a figure four, with the chair still around one of his legs, and places him in the Figure Four Leg Lock from this position!

Lemon: “Headhunter with a Sharpshooter in the corner with a steel chair wrapped around Adam Jones’ legs!”

Snow: “Three perks for the price of one, Chet, my God is this Heahunter deadly!”

Jones’ grows a large strain on his reddened face as Hunter continues to pull hard on both of Jone’s legs. Jones sees the bottom rope nearby, however, and grabs onto them for safe measure, forcing Hunter to break up the hold. Hunter continues to hold on, though, but the ref urges Hunter to let go… after 4 seconds, Hunter finally lets go of the hold and reaches underneath the ring. Hunter pulls a ladder from underneath the ring and holds it up high in an amazing show-off of strength. The crowd gives a nice pop for their man as Headhunter slides the ladder into the ring. Hunter then slides himself into the ring and lines the ladder up near the nearest turnbuckle, but Adam Jones, unbeknownst to Hunter, slowly makes his way back up to a vertical base. As he does, he charges at Hunter, and gives him a vicious kick to the shin. Hunter staggers on one knee as he nearly loses balance on them. Jones then continues to kick away at his shins with a fury of kicks to the shin, wearing Hunter down more and more. Jones then places Hunter’s head underneath the arm pit as he groggily staggers around the ring, and plants him with a DDT face first onto the rungs of the ladder! Hunter rolls flat onto his back and yelps in pain as his face goes bouncing off of them!

Lemon: “And the underdog, Adam Jones with a DDT face first onto the ladder!”

Snow: “The young Adam Jones showing some speediness there against that beast, Headhunter there, Chet!”

Jones quickly rises up to a vertical base, using the ropes to pull himself up for safe measure, and charges at Hunter. Jones then dives high in midair, and plants Hunter with a Rolling Thunder Kick, sandwiching his spine into the ladder rungs yet again! Hunter scurries around the ring, placing his hand over his spine as he felt his spine smashed up against the hard steel ladder rungs. Jones quickly rises back up to a vertical base and hits an elbow drop, furthering the damage. Jones then picks the ladder up and places it over his shoulders as he waits in the corner for Hunter to get up, stalking his prey. Hunter very groggily gets up to a vertical base after 10 seconds and as he does, Jones comes charging at Hunter with the ladder hung horizontally over his shoulders. Hunter is not able to react in time, however, and Jones crushes the ladder right into Hunter’s skull! The sound of the ladder crushing his skull could be heard from a mile away as Hunter falls like a tree back first onto the mat, down and out!

Lemon: “And Adam Jones smashing the ladder right into the Pure Champion’s skull!”

Snow: “For once, Hunter is actually being beaten at his own game here, Chet! Adam Jones is ACTUALLY one-upping the Pure Champion!”

Adam Jones then moves backward and places the ladder vertically against the nearby turnbuckle. Jones then picks Hunter up by the hair and pulls him up to a vertical base. Jones backs Hunter into the nearest turnbuckle and starts tearing away at Hunter’s mid section with vicious mud hole stomps, puncturing the champion more and more with each stomp, and causing him to lose more balance with each one. After 10 stomps, Hunter falls flat off his feet and sits down in the corner, seemingly ready to pass out. Jones pulls Hunter back up, however, and goes onto the top turnbuckle. Jones tucks Hunter’s head under his arm pit again, and plants him with another DDT, a Tornado DDT this time! Hunter’s battered corpse skids along the mat and lies near the ladder conveniently placed in the corner where he’s at. Jones sees an opportunity to deal some major damage here as he waits patiently in the corner for Hunter to get up, and once again stalking his prey. After 15 seconds, Hunter very slowly makes it up to a vertical base, and as he does, Jones immediately starts charging at Hunter, going for yet another Running Missile Drop Kick—this time, to the face—but Hunter moves out of the way and Jones crashes the soles of his feet right into the ladder rungs! Jones arches his back and puts one hand over his spine in pain as he missed with the Running Missile Drop Kick. Hunter takes a few seconds to catch a small breather before reaching outside and grabbing the steel chair he placed around Jones’ leg previously. He drops the steel chair right at his feet, obviously having something big planned for Jones as he waits patiently for the light weight to make it to his feet. Jones very slowly gets up, and as he does, Hunter charges at Jones, and plants him with a Stinger Splash in the corner—smashing Jones’ spine into the ladder in the process—and as he does, Jones staggers out of the corner, nearly off balance. He takes a few steps and runs straight into Hunter, who catches him and plants him with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly Suplex spine-first onto the steel chair!

Lemon: “And Hunter with an Overhead Belly-to-Belly right onto the steel chair and just like that, we’ve seen the momentum shift in the Pure Champion’s favor!”

Snow: “Not for long, though Chet, mark my words.”

Hunter wastes no time continuing the offensive fury on the wounded Jones, grabbing him by the arm and pulling him up to a vertical base. Hunter wrenches the arm and throbs Jones off of his feet with a quick tug, then quickly pulls him back up and wrenches the arm down again, and again. Finally, after working the arm in successive fashion 3 times, Hunter gives Jones an Armtwist before climbing up onto the top ropes with his feet and preparing for a familiar maneuver, which gets the crowd buzzing.

Lemon: “It’s that time again!”

Snow: “Hunter’s goin’ Old School!”

Hunter takes a few steps along the top rope, then dives graciously off of them, and drills Jones with Old School! Hunter drops Jones face into the mat like an anvil as he just hammered him with that high risk maneuver! Hunter, though, quickly pulls Jones back up to a vertical base, allowing him no time to recover whatsoever, and plants him with a Shinbreaker. Jones hops on one foot as he goes limping back into the corner with the ladder, nearly off balance. Jones falls off his feet just as he makes it there, grabbing onto the rungs and using them to pull himself up to a vertical base for safe measure. Hunter charges at Jones, going for a Body Avalanche in the corner, but Jones gives Hunter a drop-toe-hold onto the ladder rungs and sends his face riding off of them as he falls flat on his back, with both hands shielded over his face for a few seconds as he rolls onto his stomach. The camera catches a portion of his head not covered by his hands and sees the blood dripping down Hunter’s face as he has been busted wide open from that drop-toe-hold in the corner!

Lemon: “Headhunter is bleeding!”

Snow: “No way!”

Lemon: “The Soldier of the Night, the Killer of XWA, the Pure Champion, Headhunter, is bleeding, and this may be the opening Adam Jones needs to pull off the upset here!”

Snow: “Quick, Jones, beat the animal while he’s wounded! This is your chance!”

Jones takes the ladder and sets it down horizontally, lining it up near the turnbuckle along the mat. Jones then exits the ring onto the apron and slowly begins to climb the top turnbuckle. Jones takes this time to line himself up along the top turnbuckle as he waits for Hunter to get up to a vertical base. Hunter slowly makes it up to a vertical base, and as he does, Jones dives off the top rope and lands right onto Hunter’s shoulders, then plants him with a Diving Hurricarana spine first right onto the ladder! Hunter squirms around the ring like a worm, once again with his hand over his spine, arching it in pain! Jones wastes no time, however, continuing the pain as he grabs Hunter by the ankle and drags him back near the ladder. Jones picks Hunter up by the ankle and violently slams his ankle against the ladder rungs! Hunter grabs his ankle with both hands and yelps in pain. Jones grabs Hunter by the ankle and slides them open yet again as he rises back to a vertical base, though, and gives Hunter an elbow drop right in between them, right in the nads! Hunter cries in pain and this time, starts grabbing his grape fruits, allowing Jones a few seconds to catch another breather. Jones picks Hunter up by the hair to a vertical base and gives Hunter a couple of vicious right hands to the skull. Hunter groggily falls back against the ropes, nearly off balance, while Jones catches him and holds him up against the ropes. The ref comes in and gets to a count of 4, telling Jones to break it up. After a count of 4, Jones releases the hold and gives Hunter a Snapmare spine first onto the ladder again. Jones then gets Hunter into a Side Headlock, wearing the big man down. Hunter looks drowsily up into the ceiling as he looks ready to pass out, but the crowd buzzes in the background, desperately cheering the fan favorite—and the current XWA Pure Champ—on until finally, after 15 seconds, Hunter slowly makes it to one knee, and then climbs himself up to both feet. Hunter arches his back while facing down towards the mat, and in an amazing display of athleticism—especially for a man his size—he sends Jones flying onto the ladder with his signature Uchimata Makikomi Ju-Jitsu throw!



The crowd buzzes heavily as both men are down and out, Jones arching his back and placing his right hand over his spine in pain from that throw! Hunter, though, holds onto Jones’ arm and makes it up to a vertical base. Hunter then hoists Jones up in the air, planting him with a Flapjack Gutbuster. Jones’ face turns (figuratively) blue as his gut goes crashing off of Hunter’s knee at a fast pace. Jones falls backward onto the mat, but Hunter picks him back up to a vertical base and places Jones, seemingly in position for yet another Shinbreaker, but this time, flips Justin over on his stomach, planting him with the Suicide Solution (once again) stomach first onto the ladder!



Jones rolls onto his stomach, with both hands over his gut as he once again has the wind knocked out of him from that! Hunter sees a chance to finish it here and directs the slit throat pose to the crowd, calling for the end. Hunter gets in the corner and raises his arm up high, signaling for the Chokeslam as he stalks his prey. As he does, the crowd goes absolutely nuts as they wait in anticipation for his prey to get back up to his feet!

Lemon: “And the Pure Champ is signaling for the Chokeslam, and it looks like this may be over in a hurry!”

Snow: “Well, Jones, you put up one hell of a fight, but you might as well throw in the towel now. Once Headhunter sees that you’re vulnerable, there is very little, if anything, you can do to claw your way out of his stronghold. Justin Stoppable couldn’t pull it off last Sunday, I don’t see how Adam Jones can now.”

After 20 heart-pumping seconds, Adam Jones very groggily makes it up to a vertical base, using the ropes to pull himself up for safe measure. Adam Jones turns around and as he does, he staggers forward, and runs right into the choking palm of Headhunter. Hunter attempts to lift him up for a Chokeslam, but Jones fights it and with one kick to the gut, Jones manages to get Hunter off of him. Hunter arches his back and yelps in pain before turning around to face the crowd, resting along the top rope to catch a breather. As he does, Jones grabs the steel chair off the mat nearby. Hunter turns around and as he does, Jones smashes it right over Hunter’s skull, dropping him like an anvil back down to the mat. Jones then raises it up high, looking down on the Pure Champ with a malicious look in his eyes, and then proceeds to pummel Headhunter with several vicious chair shots to the wounded animal on the mat, shaking him more and more with each one! Jones then squats down in the turnbuckle, once again stalking his prey as he looks on with deadly ambitions in mind, while Headhunter looks around him, completely dazed as he struggles to make it back up to his feet. Hunter eventually—albeit very slowly—pulls himself back up, using the ropes to do so, but just as Hunter makes it to one knee, Jones comes rushing at Hunter, trying to hit him with a punt, but Hunter athletically catches his ankle in the process to a huge pop! Hunter leaves Jones reeling as he desperately tries to fight out of Hunter’s stronghold. Hunter, though, drops down to the mat, and once again tries to plant him with a Catapult in the corner, successively this time, though. Jones staggers out of the corner right near the part of the mat where he dropped the steel chair at. As he does, Hunter starts to make it up to a vertical base. Hunter charges at Jones, going for a running Big Boot, but this time Jones sees it just in the nick of time and ducks under it. He then catches Hunter’s ankle, and is able to hit a T-Bone Suplex right onto the steel chair!

Lemon: “And Adam Jones with a T-Bone Suplex right onto the steel chair, and the Pure Champ is down again!”

Snow: “Remember at the beginning of the program where you said that Adam Jones has no chance in hell tonight? Well, we just might see an upset over the Pure Champ here, Chet!”

Lemon: “With the way things are going, indeed we just might.”

Hunter is completely stunned by that T-bone as he once again starts squirming around the ring like crazy, attending to his wounded spine with his right hand, temporarily out of commission. Jones covers Hunter…

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Hunter gets the shoulder up at 2 1/2!

Hunter, though, is unable to get up after feeling the impact of that last move. Jones takes advantage of this and goes to the outside as Hunter struggles to get back up to his feet. Jones pulls a table from underneath the ring and slides it through the apron. Jones then slides himself through the apron and sets the table up near the turnbuckle. He then picks Hunter up to a vertical base and places him in the corner. Jones then manually climbs the turnbuckle ropes until he’s high over Hunter’s head. Jones then flips and attempts to hit Hunter with what would be a Frankensteiner onto the table, but Hunter stops him in midair, and reverses it into a Last Ride right through the table to a huge pop!

Lemon: “Adam Jones going for a Frankensteiner from off the top turnbuckle, but Headhunter countered it into a Last Ride through the table and now Adam Jones is down!”

Snow: “What a counter by the Pure Champion on that one, Chet! See, THIS is why he’s a former Ju-Jitsu Black Belt, and the current, and first ever might I add, XWA Pure Champion.”

Hunter drops down and hooks the leg for a pin…

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Kickout at 2 ½!

Hunter gets on both knees, looking on with a slight sigh of disbelief, thinking he had the match won with that move. Hunter then gets up to a vertical base and walks right in between Jones’ legs and picks them up. He then wraps them in a figure four and turns the fallen Jones around, locking him in the Sharpshooter flat center in the middle of the ring! Jones screams in pain and desperately reaches for the bottom ropes, but he can’t get to them! Jones looks ready to tap out, but after 15 seconds, he desperately crawls to the ropes, taking little tiny baby steps to get there! Finally, after 20 seconds of this, Jones manages to make it to the bottom rope, forcing Hunter to break up the hold. Hunter scurries toward the turnbuckle, using this time to take a small breather, while he waits patiently for Jones to get up.

Lemon: “And Adam Jones makes it to the bottom ropes.”

Snow: “Jones may not be out of it just yet, Chet.”

Lemon: “No, but one important fact remains: the longer this match continues, the longer it favors Headhunter.”

Snow: “Indeed. We saw it last Sunday in his first ever Pure Title defense where Justin Stoppable managed to fight out of one predicament after another, but each time he did, Hunter continued to pull more rabbits out of his ass until finally, he was able to make Justin submit to the patented Soldier’s Clutch, and we may see that again here tonight with Adam Jones.”

Jones very slowly gets up near the top ropes, and as he does, Hunter charges at Jones, then leaps up, trying to take him down with a flying leg drop to the fallen Jones, but as he does, he moves out of the way and Hunter catches his hamstring right onto the top rope and straddles it! Hunter then falls off the top rope and onto the mat, grabbing his hamstring as he crashes and burns on the mat. Hunter slowly makes it up to a vertical base and as he does, Jones grabs him, and plants him with a Twist of Fate face first right onto the steel chair! Jones then quickly climbs up to a vertical base and turns around, and poses to the crowd, which gets an unusually mixed reaction in spite of his opponent here tonight (more cheers than boos, though).

Lemon: “And Adam Jones is calling for the end here!”

Snow: “He’s one Swanton away from pulling off an upset here, Chet!”

Jones then steps through the middle ropes and gets onto the apron. He then slowly climbs the top turnbuckle, using his hands to help line himself up on the top turnbuckle. Jones clutches his arms into an “X”, then lets out a wild scream to get the crowd buzzing before arching his back and getting ready for the…

Lemon: “Adam Jones is going for the Swanton Bomb!”

Snow: “If he hits this, Hunter can kiss his hopes of being a Double Champ goodbye!”

Jones then graciously dives off the ropes, going for the Swanton Bomb on the fallen Headhunter, but Hunter rolls out of the way right at the last second and Jones hits nothing but mat! Jones collapses on his stomach, grabbing it with both arms as he screams in pain. Hunter groggily climbs up to a vertical base and marches over towards Jones. As he does, Jones is now up to one knee, at which point, Hunter grabs him by the hips, and plants him with a Killer Slam (Angle Slam) flat center in the middle of the ring to a sizeable pop! Both men are down momentarily while the ref comes and checks on them. Hunter shows some signs of life but is unable to move for a brief moment. After a few seconds, however, Hunter slowly manages to make it back up to a vertical base. He then marches toward the corner and, in a monstrous display of strength, rips the padding off the nearby turnbuckle. Hunter then goes to the outside and pulls out a bag full of thumbtacks from underneath the ring. Hunter slides in with it and opens it up. The crowd then starts buzzing wildly as Hunter begins pouring tacks all over the ring right near where Jones is lying. Hunter then picks Jones up to a vertical base and lifts him over his head. Hunter then plants Jones with a Snake Eyes right into the exposed turnbuckle (now without the padded protection). Jones staggers off of it, nearly off his feet as his face connects with the exposed steel. Jones stumbles right over the sea of tacks. As he does, Hunter bounces off the ropes behind him and charges at Jones. He then leaps up, and plants Jones with a Leaping Reverse STO face first into the tacks! Jones flips right onto his spine and squeals in pain. As he does, the camera gets a nice shot of his now-bloodied up face as he’s now busted wide open, with tacks lined up all over his face.

Lemon: “And Adam Jones is busted wide open!”

Snow: “Seriously, you can play connect the dots with all those tacks all over his face, Chet, my God what a hit from the Pure Champ!”

Hunter then crawls over to the fallen Jones and hooks the leg…

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Kickout at 2 ¾!

Hunter gets up and immediately gets right in the referee’s face. Hunter gives him a stern look while the ref re-assures him that it was only a 2 count. Hunter, though, gets down and grabs Jones by the arm, then rolls through and converts it into a Cross Armlock right in the middle of the ring! Jones screams in pain while Hunter begins to tug on his right arm with both of his powerful arms. Jones looks like he’s ready to tap, but after a few seconds, Jones rolls him up into a Schoolboy pin attempt…

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Hunter, though, rolls out of it—thus breaking the pin attempt—and then turns it into an Omoplata to a huge pop!

Lemon: “Now he’s got the Omoplata locked in!”

Snow: “Man, the athleticism of the Pure Champ, Chet, it’s unbelievable, especially for a guy his size!

Jones screams in pain as he is trapped helplessly, seemingly with nowhere to go. Luckily for him, however, Hunter has it locked in conveniently right near the bottom rope. After a matter of seconds, Jones is able to make it to the bottom rope with his feet, thus forcing Hunter to break up the hold. Jones gets a small few second breather to climb himself up to a vertical base. Hunter soon charges at Jones, trying to take him down with a vicious Clothesline, but Jones grabs his face and plants him with a Jawbreaker. Hunter drops down on both knees before pulling himself up and resting along the top rope, attending to his punctured jaw with both hands. Hunter turns around and sees Jones charging at him. Jones takes him out with a Clothesline over the top rope, but Hunter lands safely on his feet and stares him down—a la the Undertaker—before grabbing both of his legs and pulling him through the apron. Hunter pulls him to the outside and grabs him by the hair. Hunter drags him toward the ringside barrier and tries to slam him face first against it, but Jones puts his leg up and blocks it with his hind leg. Jones then grabs Hunter by the face and slams his face against the ringside barricade. Hunter stumbles around on his feet, drowsily looking down at the padding on the ground as he nearly collapses off his feet. Jones follows up from behind Hunter and gives him a swift kick to the hamstrings. Hunter cries out and as he staggers on one knee. Jones gives him another, and another, working the leg until finally, Hunter takes a breather, resting alongside the apron. Jones quickly grabs him, however, and Irish Whips Hunter into the steel steps. Hunter is passed out on top of the steel steps as he goes colliding into them at a vast speed (slower than usual, though due to a smaller opponent). Jones then quickly jumps onto the apron, and then, in a single motion, leaps onto the top rope. Jones then flies off of them, and plants Hunter with a Springboard Leg Drop, sandwiching his chin right onto the hard steel in the process.

Lemon: “Adam Jones, the underdog, with a Springboard Legdrop right onto the steel steps!”

Snow: “I know you can never count the Pure Champ out, as we’ve seen first hand at Xtreme Champions, but at the moment, it looks like Headhunter is out of it, Chet!

Lemon: “This very well may be the opening Adam Jones needs to pull off an upset and advance to the next round in this KOX qualifier. The question is: can he capitalize on it?”

Snow: “Yes, he can, you just wait!”

Hunter’s body goes skidding off the steel steps as he lingers in pain. Jones is not finished yet, however, and picks up the steel steps. He backs up, giving Hunter some nice distance as he waits patiently for Hunter to get up to a vertical base. Hunter very groggily gets up to a vertical base, and as he does, Jones comes running at Hunter with the steel steps, trying to ram them into his skull, but Hunter lifts his boot up and big boots the steps, causing them to sandwich Jones right on the outside! Hunter picks up the steel steps, and raises them up high before violently jamming them into Jones’ ribs. Jones skimmers around and cries in pain as Hunter picks them up again, and jams them into his ribs yet again, and again. Finally, after the 3rd smash, Hunter drops the steel steps right at his feet and picks Jones up to a vertical base. He then scoops Jones up over his head, and plants his skull right onto them with a Sitout Scoop Slam Piledriver onto the steel steps! Jones is out unconscious as he begins to bleed profusely from the skull from that move! Hunter then tosses the steel steps into the ring, then picks Jones up from his bleeding skull and rolls him back into the ring. Hunter sits his chin upon the steel steps and grabs a chair. Hunter then raises it up high, and blasts Jones straight square in the skull so hard it left a huge dent in the chair! Jones goes rolling off the steel steps in an unconscious heap. Hunter then directs the slit throat pose to the crowd, signaling for the end to a huge pop!

Lemon: “And Headhunter is calling for the end here!”

Snow: “I know Adam Jones proved me wrong several other times when I said it was over, but now it must really be over for him, Chet, I don’t see him fighting his way out of this one!”

Hunter then goes to the outside, and slowly begins to climb the top turnbuckle. Hunter waits patiently for Jones to get up to vertical base as he lines himself up on top. After 20 seconds, Jones very slowly makes it back up to a vertical base. As he does, Hunter goes diving off the top turnbuckle, trying to hit him with a Diving Clothesline, but Jones hits him with a standing Missile Drop Kick to the face, timing it just right as Hunter crashes and burns toward the mat, grabbing his face with both hands and scurrying around in pain!

Lemon: “Adam Jones countered again!”

Snow: “No way!”

Lemon: “Adam Jones with a Missile Drop Kick to the face of the Pure Champion, and once again finds a way to turn the tables in this rollercoaster of a match!”

Snow: “Jones is one Swanton or GTS away from stealing this one!”

Both men are down and out in the middle of the ring momentarily while the crowd heavily applauds both their efforts. After 20 seconds, Adam Jones slowly gets up to a vertical base, using the ropes to pull himself up, and as he does, Headhunter sits up—a la the Undertaker—to a huge pop. Hunter turns around to face Adam Jones. Adam Jones looks on in a look of utmost disbelief. Adam Jones dives at Hunter, going for a baseball slide, but Hunter catches him in a great showing of athleticism! Hunter clutches both of his feet, going for yet another Catapult into the corner, but as he lifts Jones into the air, Jones goes flying in Hunter’s face and catches him with a massive clothesline in the corner. Jones then puts Hunter on the top turnbuckle, then places him on top of his shoulders, going for the GTS! Jones takes a few steps, then attempts to hit the GTS, but Hunter falls safely behind Jones back and pushes him into the ropes. Jones rushes towards the ropes and as he does, he jumps up and lands safely on the top rope. Jones then goes for a Moonsault off of the ropes, but Hunter catches him in an awesome display of strength and places him in an inverted facelock position. Hunter then drops down, and locks him in his new submission hold, the Killswitch!

Lemon: “There it is! The Killswitch! The Killswitch! Headhunter’s new submission hold! Will Adam Jones tap here!”

Snow: “He may have no choice!”

Adam Jones screams in pain and desperately tries to fight out of it, but he can’t as Headhunter has him trapped where he is, tugging on his left arm while having his neck and right arm trapped in a neck scissors. Jones, after a few seconds, desperately taps where he is and the bell sounds.

DING DING DING!

Justin Roberts: “Here is your winner by submission and advancing to the next round in the King of Xtreme qualifying tournament… HEADHUNTER!”

Lemon: “Headhunter has won the match and will advance to the next round of the King of Xtreme qualifying tournament!”

Snow: “Seriously, though, Adam Jones look like he could’ve had the match won on several different occasions, that GTS at the end might’ve done it.”

Lemon: “Nonetheless, Headhunter, the Soldier of the Night, the Killer of XWA proving to the world why he is the first ever XWA Pure Champion with a win over Adam Jones here tonight. Headhunter will advance to the next round and Black Snow, I don’t think there’s a man on the Mayhem roster that can stop that man, the Soldier of the Night, from becoming the next King of Xtreme.”

Snow: “Or Vendetta for that matter. Everyone in the Vendetta KOX tournament better take notes, you’re looking at quite possibly the next King of Xtreme!”

The lights go out on the arena and the crowd cheers on heavily while “Crush ‘Em” by Megadeth blares over the speakers. Hunter looks into the ecstatic crowd while the ref raises his arm in victory. A-Death then slides in through the apron and applauds her man’s effort. The two then start celebrating together in the ring, until suddenly, something throws them off…

A video on the TitanTron airs, but at first, all there is the sound of clapping in the background. Hunter looks on, confused, until suddenly, the TitanTron reveals the men on tape…

Justin Stoppable and Big Daddy Bull in the arena parking lot.

Justin: “Congratulations… Champ!”

The crowd gives a very mixed reaction—mainly boos—at the 2 men featured on camera, while Hunter looks on with a stern look.

Justin: “No, seriously, we wanted to congratulate you on your win. After all, you’ve shown that you are among the absolute greatest performers ever to grace the Vendetta roster. Yes, I said it, you are one of the best…

Justin pauses.

Justin: “At beating a total jabroni! I must say, for somebody who calls himself the Killer of XWA, you sure as hell are slow, Headhunter! I could’ve beat Adam Jones in less than half the time you did and with one hand tied behind my back! But wait, that’s not all you are good for, Hunter, you are good for one other thing as well, you are good at stealing victories.”

Crowd boos heavily.

Justin: “Headhunter, you proudly boast 2 victories over the “Next Xtreme Thing, but in the first contest, you didn’t pin me to win that title, you pinned somebody who, on his best day, couldn’t lace my boots, the Xtreme Icon. And last Sunday, when it was you and me, one-on-one for that title, just when it seemed that my bad luck was finally about to end, you shocked the world, you did the one thing nobody does, you made the “Next Xtreme Thing” submit…”

Crowd cheers heavily.

Lemon: “That he did.”

Snow: “Surprise, surprise.”

Justin: “But that win WAS A FLUKE!”

Crowd boos.

Justin: “Last Sunday, I had your number like no one else in this business has. Last Sunday, I had you on the verge of BITTER DEFEAT! But you, my friend, seem to have a nagging talent for pulling rabbits out of your ass, you pulled it off in the first ever Pure Championship match, and last Sunday, in our Submission Match, you did it yet again.”

Justin pauses while he walks over toward an unforeseen object in the arena parking lot.

Justin: “But don’t think for one second that you are in my head. In fact… I think all evidence leads TO THE CONTRARY!”

Justin then uncovers the vehicle, and it turns out it’s none other than Headhunter’s own Porsche Carerra GT! Except it’s all smashed and dented like crazy! The crowd boos heavily while Justin and BDB start to pound hard on the already smashed exterior of Hunter’s Porsche. Meanwhile, Hunter and A-Death look on, pissed off. A-Death puts her arm on Hunter, warning him not to go, but Hunter pulls her arm away and soon high tails it out of there. Hunter runs out of the ring and up the ramp, and rushes toward the back and the crowd cheer him on heavily as they do it!

Lemon: “Headhunter is coming after Justin Stoppable!”

Snow: “He’s asking for a death wish here, Chet, mark my words.”

After a few heart pumping moments, Hunter is seen in the arena parking lot. He looks around each corner, calling Justin out, but nobody comes. “JUSTIN! SHOW YOURSELF, COWARD!” Hunter pounds a bunch of random cars around him once, leaving a dent in each one, trying to get him to come out, but still no one comes. Hunter then comes across his own dented Porsche. He comes over, and checks on the huge dents in the exterior and dents in the windows and windshield.

Suddenly, Justin yelps out and rushes behind Headhunter, and cracks him in the back of the head with a sledgehammer. Hunter falls on both knees while Justin starts cracking him viciously with the sledge. BDB then comes out, and starts beating Headhunter with a sledge of his own and the crowd boos them both heavily while they take turns wacking the Pure Champ. Finally, after a dozen blows, Justin squats down and holds Hunter’s chin with his bare hands. “How do you like that, Champ?” Justin then grabs Hunter by the forehead and rams his face right through a side window. Justin then pulls him out, and throws him on top of the car. As he does, the camera gets a nice close up of his face as blood starts pouring all over it. Justin then gets onto the car, and hoists him over his shoulders. Justin then plants him with an F-5 right on top of the roof so hard that it leaves a huge dent in it! Justin and BDB yelp out in victory while the crowd boos them both heavily.

Lemon: “Help! We need a medic out here! Somebody, get a medic!”

The camera zooms in on Headhunter’s battered corpse as it gets ready to cut to a commercial break.

[Following the Safari Man/Dante Cross Match]

Coming hot off the heels of one of the most successful, strongest revenue-generating pay-per-views of the entirety of the Xtreme Wrestling Association, the hardcore XWA fans of Melbourne, Australia, couldn't possibly be more excited for the first stop of XWA Mayhem's international tour as the Mayhem superstars eagerly visit the Land Down Under. At Xtreme Champions, championships changed hands, match stipulations became unforgettable, and the superstars of the XWA raised the bar to a completely new level, tempting their fate, risking their lives, and shortening their careers, all for the pleasure of the undying fans watching around the world. Mayhem may have been the most affected brand of all, as it received a new Cruiser-X Champion in DC Hennig, but much more importantly (to the Sydney, Australia fans, anyway) is the fact that Australia's own Ash Wheeler secured the XWA Intercontinental Championship, and McNugget captured the highly-regarded XWA Championship, obviously meaning that one half of the current XWA Mayhem champions are home-grown in Australia. So naturally, the Sydney fans are eagerly anticipating the Ash Wheeler/Xtreme Icon "King of Xtreme Tournament" qualifying match, and the DC Hennig/McNugget No Disqualification match, respectively. However, as interested as they are in what's to come later on in the night, that's not to say they're not interested in what's happening now, as, following a solid show-opener between two new rising stars in the XWA, the fans know enough about mainstream wrestling to know that a backstage segment is sure to come. Unanimously turning their heads and their attention to the enormous Mayhem titantron, the fans are instantly taken to your standard abysmally gray hallway, complete with lighting and sound equipment, various cords and wires strung pretty much anywhere, and the typical two or three guys wearing black shirts standing around and doing nothing scattered around, deep in conversation. However, despite the dullness of your standard hallway surroundings, the fans are shocked to see almost every Mayhem wrestler lined up on either wall in the hallway, with the likes of Justin Stoppable, CJ Hardy, Evan Flare, Akira "The Hero," Phantom X, Adam Jones, Johnny Blast, Jake Truesdale, Darren Shan, Alex Hardy, Nathan Stryker, Smoke Xtreme, and Nate Insano all lined up, side-by-side, with the babyfaces talking to the other babyfaces and the heels talking with the other heels. Why they're lined up, the crowd has yet to discover, but regardless, they mark out considerably for having their respective Mayhem favorites and least favorites together in the hallway, so audible applause can be heard on the television screens of those watching at home. However, that faint applause becomes an all-out markfest as, at the far end of the hallway, the only Mayhem champion to retain his title at Xtreme Champions, XWA Pure Champion Headhunter walks down the hallway, slapping the hands of Justin Stoppable and Adam Jones and soaking up the applause of his fellow respectful babyfaces, and a few undeveloped heels that decide to break character and give Headhunter the respect he truly deserves. However, Mayhem General Manager Razor Xtreme is quick to put the heels in their place, and decisively orders everyone to applaud the "Xtreme Champions" with a stern "Get your heads out of your asses and clap, boys." Razor's loyal Mayhem wrestlers reluctantly oblige, and even the most dastardly of heels begins to applaud Headhunter, all the while rolling their eyes while the Pure Champion continues his descent down the hallway. While an audible pop from the live audience could be heard in the background noise of Headhunter's ceremonious entrance, anyone watching at home can instantly hear the insane reaction that the live audience gives the next man to enter the hallway: the new, Australian home-grown XWA Intercontinental Champion, Ash Wheeler! With a gorgeous brunette full-figured twin on either arm of the Intercontinental Champ, Ash Wheeler walks down the hallway, soaking in the half-hearted applause of his fellow co-workers as the dimly lit hallway barely provides any light for the shiny championship golden faceplate to reflect. The applause for Ash Wheeler dies down considerably as Ash finds a nice spot to lean on in the hallway, his brunette... err... escorts, happily stopping along with him. However, even the Australian-born Intercontinental Champion's reaction from the live audience pales in comparison to the next man to nonchalantly enter the hallway, the NEW and, of course, Australian-born XWA Champion, "The Shooting Star" McNugget! If anyone were to have Mayhem tuned into their televisions and weren't looking at the screen, the reaction McNugget receives would sound as if something were happening live or inside the ring, it is literally that loud. McNugget has a huge smile on his face, reflected a bit off the beautiful XWA Championship draped across his shoulder, as he instantly congregates with Ash Wheeler when he walks down the hallway long enough to see him, all the while soaking in some half-hearted applause from his likely jealous co-workers. With three of the four Mayhem champions having already made their respective entrances to their fellow wrestlers, a few of the more arrogant heels check their watches and impatiently wait on the one and only champion that has yet to receive the forced adoration of his colleagues. However, that champion must be running late, and, considering the fact that he did not make his little entrance on time, the Mayhem superstars give up hope and all begin to walk in different directions, about to attend to much more important matters. The camera focuses on a disgruntled Razor Xtreme, who is either disappointed in a certain late champion, or is disappointed in his wrestlers for not waiting for that champion. However, that look of disappointment quickly turns to a look of... well, a mixture of disappointment and relief, as sure enough, the new Cruiser-X Champion, "Mr. Phenomenal" DC Hennig, rushes down the hallway, completely out of breath, as he must've been rushing to make sure he wouldn't be late for this rare sign of respect from his colleagues. Smooth move, DC. The Cruiser-X Title is draped around the shoulder of DC Hennig, who is bent down, his hands on his knees, breathing heavily. Razor Xtreme looks annoyed, confused, and concerned for the well being of his Cruiser-X Champion, who finally leans back up, still panting heavily, and finds enough wind to talk to his boss.

Hennig: (pants heavily) Sorry I'm late... (pants heavily) I was in a little... (pants heavily) in a little altercation in the parking lot... (pants heavily)

At this time, sub-General Manager Smoke Xtreme passes by, with a bottle of water in his hand that looks like he's taken maybe two drinks of it. He stops when he sees Razor, and opens his mouth, just about to say something, when DC grabs the bottle of water out of his hands, says "Yeah, don't mind if I" and before he can even say "do," DC chugs the bottle of water like his life depended on it, until the bottle contains about 1/8th of the water that used to be in it. Smoke Xtreme is rendered speechless... he just stares at DC with that "Oh no he didn't!" look on his face, until DC politely hands him the bottle back. Smoke Xtreme opens his mouth to talk once more, but DC once again takes the bottle from his hands. Apparently, he's gonna need just one more drink. That's excusable, right? Well, not to Smoke Xtreme, who violently smacks the bottle out of the hands of Mr. Phenomenal! Water spills out onto the floor below them as DC looks on in astonishment. He looks even more astonished when Justin Stoppable walks by DC, Razor, and Smoke, and instantly slips on the wet floor, landing squarely on his ass in front of all three men. The three men's eyes grow wide as the behemoth of a man gets up onto his feet very angrily. Stoppable's nostrils flare as DC sheepishly points to Smoke behind his back, placing the blame solely on "The Ultimate Smoke."

Stoppable: Smoke... I'm going to give you... (looks at watch) five seconds... and if you're not out of my sight by then... I'm going to shove my boot about as far up your ass as it'll go. Understood?

Smoke looks exactly like a deer looking directly at headlights as a cold beam of sweat begins to run down his forehead. Smoke doesn't even give a reply, as he leaps over the small puddle of water and runs about as far as his legs are gonna take him. Stoppable nods, then casually walks off, as if the situation never happened. Razor and DC have their jaws open slightly, with their eyebrows furrowed and their pants possibly soaked. Their conversation continues...

Hennig: Well that was terrifying...

Razor: Yeah... yeah... anyway... you had an altercation in the parking lot?

Hennig: Oh yeah, yeah... pretty messy...

(awkward silence)

Razor: So... you're just not gonna tell me about it... or...?

Hennig: Oh sure. Well, I got your text about how all the champions need to be here at 8:15 on the dot. So, I'm in the building, when I notice that I left the Cruiser-X Title in my car. So, I hurry out of the building, burst out of the door, and lo and behold, I see some fool trying to break into my car! So I ran over to him and clubbed him in the back of the head with my forearm. Well, his head shatters the driver's side window, there's blood everywhere, he's completely unconscious, and...

Razor: ...and?

Hennig: And... apparently there are two parking lots, a north lot and a south lot.

Razor: (eyes widen) Which lot are you parked in...?

Hennig: The north lot.

Razor: And this little... altercation... took place in the...

Hennig: (sighs) It took place in the south lot...

Razor: Ahhhhhhh dammit DC, you have got to be kidding me. Do you realize the lawsuit we're going to have to face because of this? Oh my god, this isn't happening...

Hennig: Now wait a minute, you didn't let me finish!

Razor: There's more?!? Please, no...

Hennig: No no no, it's good news! You see, I thought about the whopping lawsuit we'd definitely face, so I immediately found my way to the security room! I paid off one of the guards, and got access to the security tapes in the parking lot. Well, I took a look at the tape from the south lot, and it was... pretty brutal. So, I destroyed the tape! There is no incriminating evidence against XWA!

Razor: What?!? Brilliant, DC, brilliant! Ahh man, I could kiss you right now, but...

Hennig: Well, keep it in your pants, sir, because there's more...

Razor: ...

Hennig: Well, I noticed something when I watched the tape, but it never really processed until after I smashed it. So, I went back to the scene of the crime, and took a look at the car. There wasn't much damage... well, you know, besides the completely smashed window, and the massive amount of blood in the driver's seat... which, I noticed, stained a paper that was on the dashboard.

Razor: Wait, wait, is the guy alright?

Hennig: Well... kinda... but I really think that the paper is more impor --

Razor: What do you mean he's "kinda" alright?!

Hennig: (sighs) Yeah, yeah, he was up and conscious and all that. I'm sure he called an ambulance or 911 or something... anyway, back to the paper. I saw the paper there on the dashboard, and it looked like a bank notice, so I unlocked the door, you know, since the window was smashed, and opened the door. Oh, I almost forgot, when I opened the door, it slung backwards and knocked that poor sap back to the ground. (laughs)

Razor: (muttering under his breath) Son of a bitch...

Hennig: God bless him... well anyway, I took a look at the paper, and it looked like a bank statement. Well, it turned out, it was McNugget's! That guy must've been trying to break into McNugget's car! (laughs again)

Razor: Alright, alright, now let me get this straight... someone tried to break into McNugget's car...

Hennig: Yup.

Razor: But because of you, McNugget has a smashed window, gallons of blood staining his driver's seat, and absolutely no way to prove that someone tried to break into his car, since you destroyed the security tape...

Hennig: Uhh... well, yeah... hadn't really thought of that...

Razor: Not to mention the fact that the guy who was breaking into his car is now hopefully being transported to a hospital without a damn clue what just happened.

Hennig: Yeaaaaah... damn, that's gotta suck for McNugget...

Razor: Oh hey! I just remembered! You're facing McNugget tonight in a no-disqualification match.

Hennig looks completely emotionless, as the faint sound of the crowd's unanimous laughter can clearly be heard. Razor pats DC on the back and smiles, obviously content with putting the unpredictable Cruiser-X Champion through hell tonight. Razor then nonchalantly walks away, likely to prepare for his match with Evan Flare, as DC breathes a huge sigh, and dejectly turns to walk away, his head bent down as he looks sheepishly at his feet. The faint sound of the laughter of the live audience can be heard in the background as XWA Mayhem fades away to commercial break.

Match: "Mr. Phenomenal" DC Hennig vs. McNugget

DING! DING! DING!

Roberts: The following contest is a no-disqualification match, scheduled for one fall!

DC Hennig Custom TitanTron

Roberts: Introducing first, from Robbinsdale, Minnesota, weighing in at 209 lbs., he is the XWA Cruiser-X Champion, "Mr. Phenomenal" D! C! Hennig!!

The crowd is on their feet, giving Mr. Phenomenal a noteworthy ovation, considering the fact that his opponent is an Australian native, and Mayhem is in Australia tonight. Regardless, after a few seconds of making the fans crave Mr. Phenomenal, with children holding their cardboard signs high in the air, adults getting their cameras to capture a damn fine Kodak moment, and teenage girls pushing their bra's up to impress the phenomenal one with a couple of phenomenal ones themselves (okay, I made that last part up), DC Hennig blasts through the curtain like a bat outta hell, throwing his arms high in the air, with one of them containing his signature white towel in hand, and his newly won XWA Cruiser-X Championship draped proudly over his shoulder. DC is wearing a color of singlet that his father damn near patented; the classic aqua, as well as matching white kneepads and white tape around his wrists, two of his fingers, and his left knee, and to top it all off, his lucky white boots with gold trimming and the letters "Mr. P" written on them in fancy golden font. The fans cheer even louder after actually seeing Mr. Phenomenal, and DC soaks it in as he makes his way to the center of the stage. DC looks out into the crowd with a big smile on his face, perhaps realizing he's finally made it to a point in his career that he merely dreamed about when he entered the business professionally over a year ago. All the hard work that went unnoticed... the talent that became obsolete... the irreconcilable differences that almost destroyed his career... all that is behind him. Mr. Phenomenal has finally achieved the level of success that was fingertips away for over a year. And he loves it.

Lemon: Well ladies and gentlemen, we are in for a treat here tonight! Coming up next is a no-disqualification match between the undefeated DC Hennig, and the new XWA Champion, McNugget!

Snow: I tell ya Lemon, I'd go as far as to say this is a dream match. I have a feeling these two are going to exceed any and all expectations by the time this match is over.

DC Hennig, standing at center stage, soaks in the adoration of the capacity crowd like a sponge, before turning around (so that his back faces the ramp and the ring) and points to the words Mr. Phenomenal, written in fancy white font, of course, on the back of his singlet. While turned around, Hennig throws his white towel behind his back with his right hand, then, while it's in mid-air, DC turns back around and catches it with the same hand. As soon as he catches it, he throws his arms high in the air as a huge display of pyrotechnics goes off right behind him. A barrage of beautiful blue and golden blasts of pyro shoot upward in the background, then intersect as they both move to opposite ends of the stage, then make their way back to their starting points. DC sports a confident smile, in conjunction with his unnecessary chomping of chewing gum, as he proudly walks down the ramp. He leans to the left as he walks down the stage, then smacks the hands of several of his lucky fans who scored front row seats. After making it about halfway down the ramp on the left side, DC sees fit to waddle over to the right side, meeting the eager hands of the fans on that side of the arena. One young fan in particular is holding a typical DC Hennig poster; just a white posterboard with the name crudely drawn on it. DC takes notice and stops at the fan, then hands him his towel, thanking him for his undying support of Mr. Phenomenal, knowing full well that spotting another fan here tonight that is holding a DC Hennig poster rather than a McNugget poster will be damn impossible. The smile on the child's face couldn't be bigger as he looks up at his dad, making sure his dad caught the Kodak moment. DC slides into the ring quickly, then makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle. He ascends it, making himself at home on the second turnbuckle, then raises his arms in the air a final time. He spits his gum out, then effortlessly smacks it away with his right hand. For some horribly odd reason, the fans mark for a piece of wet, chewed gum flying towards them. DC gets off the turnbuckle and paces around the ring, soaking in some pretty impressive applause (once again taking into consideration the location of the event, and the birthplace of his opponent), then casually waits for the XWA Champion.

McNugget Theme

Roberts: And the opponent, from Newcastle, Australia, weighing in at 205 lbs., he is the XWA Champion, "The Shooting Star," McNugget!!!!

The jam packed live audience in the Acer Arena completely destroy any and all structure and framework of the roof of the arena, as the instantaneous XWA Champion captured the imagination and hearts of the capacity crowd at Xtreme Champions in an emotional victory over Gabriel "Blaze" Angels and Nate Insano to win the coveted World Title. Throw in the fact that we are, of course, in McNugget country, and the fans are on their feet, screaming their hearts out in support for the man who has always gave them a reason to love professional wrestling. Anyone watching on television, or in the arena live, can instantly recognize that they will undoubtedly watch with their jaws agape as McNugget will surely continue his tradition of blowing the fans wildest expectations out of the water, especially considering the fact that this is his first encounter with DC Hennig at XWA. As the positive atmosphere in the arena fills the air, and McNugget's theme continues to blaze throughout the speaker system, finally, McNugget has arrived, bouncing out of the curtain full of energy and excitement to be in his homeland. The crowd gets even louder (if possible) after actually seeing McNugget, and in between quieter parts of McNugget's theme, and audible "McNugget! McNugget! McNugget!" chant can be heard, the crowd unanimous in their support for "The Shooting Star." McNugget's attire is particularly fitting, as he's wearing long purple tights, strecthing from his waist line down to his ankles, with a huge white lightning bolt design running down both legs. Two large red M's are on the kneecaps of McNugget's tights, presumably standing for McNugget, of course. "Wizard of Oz" is written in a cartoonish, comic book-like kind of font on the outer edge of his left leg, while his ring name "McNugget" is in the same font, in the same location, only on his right leg. McNugget's boots, as seen in a prematch segment earlier, are solid black, with red lining on the outer edges. Throw in small black wrist bands pushed up to just below his shoulders, and two black streaks directly under his eyes, a sign of determination to say the very least, and McNugget may be the most inspiring superstar to grace XWA with his presence.

Lemon: I've been in this business long enough to realize that I have NEVER heard an ovation like this before! The atmosphere here in the Acer Arena tonight is deafening!

Snow: It's hard for me to hear you Chet, but you're right on the money... this Australian crowd absolutely loves their XWA Champion!

McNugget runs to the right of the stage, where several fans are eager to snap picture of the Wizard of Oz, until McNugget extends his right arm and holds his middle and index fingers out, signaling a burst of pyro literally no one saw coming. Sure, the bursts of red, white, and purple pyro were beautiful, but dear gawd, McNugget... ya could've given them a warning! McNugget runs over to the left side of the stage now, where those fans who saw what just happened at the right side of the stage anticipate the huge burst of pyrotechnics, a carbon copy of the one seconds ago that leaves the fans energized for the matchup. McNugget then walks down the ramp, rather slowly in comparison to the energy he exurted earlier during his entrance. McNugget sticks to the right side of the ramp, more than happy to give out some priceless high-fives to his biggest fans. He even goes so far as the sixth row, literally having to lean over the barricade to get to the same kid that held the DC Hennig poster from before, but his creative "McNugget's on the Top-Dollar Menu" sign was worthy of some wrestler-fan interaction. When he gets almost halfway down the ramp, he then shifts gears and heads over to the left side of the ramp, where those exuberant fans are ready to get a heaping helping of McNugget. McNugget slaps some hands, ignoring the ruder fans who keep groping and grabbing him rather violently. McNugget finally slaps hands until he reaches the very bottom of the ramp and looks into the ring at his opponent, who looks like his hearing might have been affected from the monstrous roar of applause McNugget is receiving, which hasn't decreased in the slightest since they first saw him bounce out of the curtain. McNugget slides into the ring, and sure enough, DC leaps out of it, either allowing McNugget to have his time with his home crowd, or fearing that McNugget will get the best of him before the match ever begins. Regardless, McNugget hops onto the second turnbuckle with ease, unhooks the XWA Championship from around his waist, and confidently holds the title high in the air as tens of thousands of flash cameras go off all around him. At this time, DC rolls back in, his XWA Cruiser-X Championship placed on a little table beside of Justin Roberts. McNugget hops off the turnbuckle and eyes DC Hennig very menacingly, then hands his XWA Championship to a stage crew worker and pops his neck a few times. DC Hennig stretches his shoulders, McNugget flexes his legs, and as both men engage in some serious pre-match workout, the bell rings, and what might become the match of the night is on!

DING! DING! DING!

As the XWA Universe is on their feet, still giving either man in the match a standing ovation for their participation and success in Xtreme Champions, DC Hennig has his head turned to the left, and McNugget has his head turned to the right, both transfixed on the reaction coming from the red-hot live audience, putting both men over the moon as they realize that their hard work has finally paid off. Then, almost as if it were planned, McNugget turns his head to the left at the same time as DC turns his head to the right, and the two meet each other's eyes in a silent expression that screams "Wow," as they both cannot get over the rockstar ovation they're receiving. The two then step forward a few paces until they're barely a foot away from each other, looking into each other's eyes with confidence and pride as the fans finally begin to sit down. McNugget shows the utmost respect for DC Hennig and extends his hand, looking for Mr. Phenomenal to shake it and ensure that this contest will be nothing but a respectable wrestling match to go down in the history books. DC nods slightly and shakes McNugget's hand, and McNugget immediately pulls back and returns to his original standing point. McNugget and DC then circle the ring, and the match is on! Both men circle the ring about halfway, to where DC is standing where McNugget was standing and vice versa, before the two meet in the center of the ring and lock up. DC gets the upper hand surprisingly, and overpowers the XWA Champion, pushing him back just a few paces, and then proceeding to celebrate as if he had just signle-handedly won the World Series. McNugget begrudgingly accepts DC's pompous assitude, as the crowd eats up the idiocy of Mr. Phenomenal, which even prompts McNugget to crack a smile. The two once again lock eyes, and McNugget looks to be having almost as much fun as DC as he urges DC to lock up again. DC obliges, and the two once again lunge forth at each other, but this time, while DC looks to hook up with McNugget's shoulders, the cunning veteran ducks and hooks his left arm around DC's gut, then spins around while hooking his right arm around DC's gut until he is now standing directly behind DC with both arms locked around the midsection of Mr. Phenomenal. McNugget wastes no time at all and picks DC up off the ground, then turns and slams him face-first to the mat in a standard Waist-Lock Takedown. McNugget then spins around on DC's fallen body, not allowing DC to get back to his feet, and positions himself to where he is almost butting heads with DC while on the ground, then displays some more of his natural wrestling ability by shoving DC's head under his armpit and driving his forearm into DC's throat in another basic, but lethal, amateur wrestling hold, the Front Facelock, choking DC out, keeping him grounded, and leaving the crowd more than satisfied with the fantastic ability of their XWA Champion. However, it's a bit too early in the matchup to do any major damage, and after McNugget slides off DC a tad bit to be able to apply more pressure to the hold, DC manages to get to his knees while McNugget still has the hold locked in. DC then pushes his hand off the mat to boost him onto his knees, albeit very stable, and McNugget is forced to transition himself onto his own feet. However, this may have well been what the veteran McNugget hoped for, as, using his free hand, he grabs hold of the bottom of DC's singlet, then picks him up and drives him into the mat with a Vertical Suplex, then immediately floats over his fallen adversary's body and hooks the leg, looking to score a quick, decisive victory over Mr. Phenomenal. 1... 2... kickout at 2 and 1/4, and the fans pop for... well, it could be for just about anything at the moment, be it DC's kickout, McNugget's offense, or the fact that they managed to get tickets to the first DC Hennig/McNugget encounter in XWA history. McNugget's insurmountable offense doesn't end here, as he picks DC up into a sitting position, then slides his right arm under DC's right arm. He then bends DC's arm behind his back with his left arm, then bends his own right arm and grabs DC's right wrist, then caps off the Chickenwing Chokehold by driving his left forearm into DC's throat. The camera catches the pain and frustration on DC's face as, regardless of how long the match has gone on or how much damage has yet to be inflicted on DC thus far, a chickenwing hurts like hell. McNugget forces DC's trapped right arm upwards in a direction that it really shouldn't be going, as DC realizes that the only way to escape the hold and the pain is to get to his feet, where a counter would be much easier. DC does manage to bend his back backwards enough to force himself onto his feet, but McNugget follows him all the way, and instead of shoving DC downward, McNugget decides that it would be much for productive to keep driving DC's arm upward. DC continues to wince in pain as he realizes that he can't be more than a foot away from the ropes. So, DC wiggles his left arm until he frees it, then throws some not so friendly elbows right between the XWA Champion's eyes, making McNugget release the hold, but still keep hold of DC's right arm. DC then pulls off a very impressive maneuver, as the Cruiser-X Champion bounces onto the middle rope, while McNugget still has DC's right arm bent straight, but backwards, and flips completely backwards until he lands on his feet behind McNugget, using McNugget to force him under DC's right armpit, with McNugget having to bend backward a bit so as to avoid breaking his neck. DC then grabs the top of McNugget's tights, and quickly picks him up and drives him to the mat, face-first, in an impressive Inverted Suplex. Instead of taking his first opportunity to go for a pinfall, DC decides instead to not immediately get on his feet, and instead try to get blood flowing back into his right arm. DC shakes it about until he realizes that McNugget is getting up much faster than anticipated, so DC gets onto his own feet and walks towards McNugget. He extends his right arm outward, probably looking to "help" McNugget onto his feet, but McNugget, on one knee, catches DC completely off guard, and uses DC's little "helpful" gesture to slingshot him over McNugget's own body in a lightning fast Arm Drag. The quick Arm Drag has so much velocity that it knocks DC onto his feet and into the set of ropes behind him, then the momentum carried there causes DC to stumble back towards McNugget, who takes advantage of that and picks DC up onto his shoulders, then quickly drops him back down to the mat, flipping him over onto his back with a quick Fireman's Carry Slam and, once again, swiftly moving onto DC's body, hooking the leg and looking for another quick pinfall. 1... 2... kickout at 2 and 1/2. It's at this time that McNugget comes to a surreal realization; this match is a no-disqualification match. Being the hardcore ring general he is, McNugget slides off of DC's body and out of the ring, then walks to where announcer Justin Roberts is sitting and demands that the Mayhem announcer get off the black steel chair on which his ass is promptly seated. Roberts obliges, and, after taking a quick, prideful glance at his XWA Championship that was placed on a small table next to Roberts' chair, McNugget grabs the chair, folds it, and tucks it under his arm as he turns around to walk up the steel steps and enter the ring. McNugget is astonished to see that, even though he really didn't take a lot of time getting the chair, DC Hennig is already beginning to get back to his feet, as "Mr. Phenomenal" is on one knee and pushing himself off the mat with his hands. McNugget quickly slides the chair into the ring, then enters the ring himself. McNugget wastes no time at all and picks up his steel chair, but unfortunately, he's in close enough proximity for DC Hennig to take advantage and lunge forward at his opponent, headbutting him in the gut with DC's familiar Battering Ram maneuver. The move isn't entirely effective at all, but it did serve a purpose in that it caused McNugget to drop his chair just after he picked it up. With DC on his knees and McNugget in a prone position (eww...) DC recognizes his opportunity, and extends the four fingers of his right hand before driving his hand directly into the throat of McNugget, doing possibly considerable damage to his larynx in a vicious Judo Thrust. DC gets onto his feet at the same time McNugget kneels down on one knee, grabbing his own throat with concern over internal bleeding, but the strike appears to have done only minor damage at the time. However, more importantly, it threw the XWA Champion off guard long enough for DC to do two things; regain his composure, and take notice of the steel chair lying to the left of both DC and McNugget. Thinking quickly on his feet, DC picks McNugget up onto his feet and kcks him squarely in the gut, then locks in a quick Front Facelock. DC has far more cruel intentions in mind than a Front Facelock, however, as he then grabs the top of McNugget's tights with his right hand and lifts "The Shooting Star" upside down. Keeping McNugget in an upside down position, DC walks over a few steps to the steel chair, then drops to his side, driving the very top of McNugget's head into the steel chair in a wicked Scoop Brainbuster! The crowd instantaneously marks out at the sound of head meeting steel, but is quick to realize that Australia's own McNugget was the one who was driven onto the damn thing! They don't boo, persay, but it's assumed they're not happy with DC, who doesn't even give them time to react as he immediately crawls onto McNugget's body, looking for a three-count. The cover, 1... 2... kickout at 2 and 1/2! The crowd pops like never before as DC gets onto his knees and looks at the ref, clearly blindsided by the fact that McNugget was able to kick out of such a devastating move.

Lemon: Oooooh, a devastating Scoop Brainbuster onto that steel chair, but McNugget refuses to lose here tonight!

Snow: He's the XWA Champion for a reason, ya know.

Determining that it's going to take a lot more then that to keep McNugget's shoulders on the mat for a confirmed three seconds, DC kicks it into high gear and grabs McNugget's chin with both hands as he gets to his own feet. And soon enough, both men are up, with McNugget being involuntarily forced to his feet by a crafty DC Hennig, who then takes advantage of the situation by Irish whipping McNugget to the southeast corner of the ring. McNugget's back collides with the three turnbuckles, as DC then grabs the steel chair and extends it once more, to where it's propped up and ready for someone to sit on it. DC hardly has the time to sit, though, and instead places it about two feet away from the resting McNugget. DC then goes to the very opposiute northwest corner of the ring, and the fans are glued to the ring, ready to see what kind of running strike DC can pull off with the aid of the steel chair. The fans barely have enough time to even think of a spot before DC begins running towards McNugget. BUT, just as DC begins to leap into the air to plant one of his feet on the steel chair and propel himself that much higher in whatever move he was attempting, McNugget pulls through out of nowhere and punts the chair like a football. The chair flies about a foot in the air with absolutely perfect timing, as it is then driven into the shin of a midair DC Hennig, who unceremoniously feels the harsh effects of gravity and falls to the ground, his knee bouncing off the chair that caused such a calamity. McNugget falls back to the corner in relief, and massages his own shin, as the kick inadvertantly caused a bit of damage to his own leg, but definitely not as much damage as it did on DC, who is grasping his knee with much concern, considering the damage that has been done on that very knee in the past. Regardless, the chair calamity wasn't enough to keep DC down for good, and before you know it, Mr. Phenomenal is on his hands and knees. But this may have been exactly what the XWA Champion wanted, and, as DC begins to get on one knee, McNugget walks forward to the chair, and props it up exactly as DC had it before, only turned at a slightly different angle. McNugget then walks backwards a bit to where he is once again rested on the corner of the ring. After about ten seconds or so, DC Hennig is on both feet, but is bent forward to where he has to use his hands to keep him up. It's at this time that McNugget takes advantage of the situation and runs forth, then leaps and plants his left foot onto the propped up steel chair. McNugget then pushes off that and maneuvers his legs to where both feet are hooked around DC's neck, then McNugget twists around and slings DC a good 3/4 of the way across the ring with a powerful Springboard Hurricanrana. The crowd is thrown for a loop at McNugget's incredible offense, as is DC Hennig, who, after sliding across the ring, is forced by the momentum of the Hurricanrana to sit up. DC's dazed look says it all as McNugget picks himself back onto his feet, and DC starts to get onto his hands and knees as well. McNugget then panders to the crowd for a bit, soaking up his first night as the XWA Champion in his homeland of Australia, and providing a slim window of opportunity for DC to regain his composure and get back to his feet. And that he does, and McNugget immediately takes notice and runs towards the reigning Cruiser-X Champion. But somehow, DC actually anticipates it, and as soon as McNugget comes within close enough proximity, Mr. Phenomenal performs a quick Tilt-a-Whirl Backbreaker in the blink of an eye, this time throwing McNugget for a loop. With McNugget on the mat, writhing in pain, DC takes a moment to stretch his possibly injured knee, then walks over to the chair that may have caused such an injury. DC grabs the chair and closes it, making for what will surely be a straight-up chair shot to McNugget. But DC is astonished to find that, after he turns around, McNugget is already on his feet, using the nearby set of ropes for leverage. DC walks over to McNugget and when he gets close enough, begins to life the chair up over his head. But just as soon as DC has it in front of his face, McNugget catches DC completely off guard and performs an incredible Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick, using the velocity of his own swinging foot to drive the steel chair directly into Mr. Phenomenal's phenomenal facial features! A generic "oooh!" from the crowd caps off the perfection of the move, and DC teeters backwards, but ultimately drops the steel chair and falls flat on his face. McNugget then gets a devious look on his face, as he has beyond a shadow of a doubt created an unheard of spot involving DC Hennig. McNugget walks towards the chair and grabs it, then extends it to it's previous position, to where someone could sit on it if it weren't in the hands of McNugget, and McNugget sits the chair down, then climbs onto DC's back and pulls his head backwards in a standard Camel Clutch. McNugget keeps the hold locked in for a mere eight seconds or so, as the fans quickly realize that the submission hold was only part one in his fiendish plot to annihilate Mr. Phenomenal. McNugget stops applying pressure to the hold and only holds DC's head up with his right hand, as McNugget is now using his left hand to grab hold of the steel chair seated to his left. McNugget grabs hold of the chair and slides DC's head through the small opening between the back and the seat of the chair, then hops off of DC's back and turns DC over onto his back and picks him up onto his feet. The seat of the chair is resting directly on DC's chest, with the four legs extending right in front of DC's very eyes. The crowd literally refuses to blink as McNugget positions himself to where he is to the very right of DC Hennig. McNugget then proceeds to pick DC up, as if he were about to give the Cruiser-X Champion a backdrop suplex. However, instead of dropping him backwards onto his back, McNugget grabs DC's leg and swings him forward, then drives Mr. Phenomenal down with insurmountable force in an indescribable Feint Backdrop Wheelbarrow Facebuster, forcing the chair that is promptly positioned around DC's neck to collide with the mat full force, potenitally crushing DC's vocal cords as his throat bounces off the damn chair with intense velocity! The crowd could not possibly be more satisfied, as this no-disqualification match is already exceeding any and all expectations!

Lemon: Oooooh my! The larynx of Mr. Phenomenal may have damn well been crushed with that high-impact maneuver!

Snow: Good lord... McNugget is really taking "no-disqualification" to a new level...

With DC Hennig basically laid the hell out on the mat, McNugget does show some signs of decency, and twists and pulls the steel chair off of DC's neck, helping Mr. Phenomenal breathe... well, as best he can with his face down on the canvas. McNugget's decency doesn't last very long, though, as McNugget throws the chair out of his way, grabs DC's ankle, and applies an STF, especially adding pressure to DC's obviously injured neck. McNugget pulls DC's neck backwards, looking to score a submission victory, and although this match up hasn't gone on very long, the fans, McNugget, and DC Hennig are starting to believe that the end may certainly be near for DC Hennig. However, in an unexplainable feat, DC is able to pull through and abstain from submitting until McNugget becomes a bit bored of the hold, and decides to let go. DC finds the opportunity to breathe a breath of relief, but once again, the XWA Champion doesn't allow DC the luxury of breath for much longer, as McNugget kicks DC in his side, directly on a few of his ribs, prompting DC to turn over. And as DC does so, McNugget picks DC up into a sitting position, then applies an Inverted Facelock on the seated and vulnerable Cruiser-X Champion. But it doesn't end there, as, after maintaining a firm hold on DC's neck, McNugget then takes it one step further by applying a unique submission hold known only as the Stretch Plum. McNugget continues his newfound tradition of applying as much pressure to DC's affected neck as humanly possible, making DC wince in unimaginable pain, pain that one of the ringside cameramen can easily catch on camera for the millions of XWA Mayhem viewers can clearly see. But once again, DC finds the wherewithal to bear the hold for an approximate twelve or thirteen seconds, as McNugget, never one to be fond of sitting still for very long, releases the hold once more, deciding instead to end this match on more exciting terms. Well... maybe later, as, rather than exitting the ring to get a barbed wire shotgun or a flaming bowling ball, McNugget decides to go on a less exciting, more effective game plan, and picks DC Hennig up to his feet, then drives his knee into the gut of the reigning Cruiser-X Champion. DC Hennig naturally bends over in pain, and McNugget finds a way to take advantage of even that, and spins around in a complete rotation, all the while extending his clench right fist, until it makes contact with DC's vulnerable temple in a strike referred to as a Spinning Back Fist. The strike is effective enough to temporarily stun DC for a bit... long enough for McNugget to grab hold of DC's right forearm with his left hand, then drive his own forearm into DC's chest, pushing him backwards towards the ropes. After hitting the ropes, McNugget slingshots DC off of them, and DC is wearily forced by momentum to run towards the opposite set of ropes and bounce off them. As DC begins to come towards McNugget, the wily veteran drops to his stomach directly in the middle of DC's charging rampage. DC is forced to either trip over McNugget's body, or leap over it, and although his attention is primarily focused on the possibility of dry blood being caked in his larynx, DC takes the high road and leaps over McNugget, then continues running to the set of ropes he was just slingshotted off of, bounce off of them, and run back towards McNugget. The Shooting Star is already on his feet by the time DC bounces off the ropes, and as DC comes running toward him, McNugget picks DC up onto his shoulders, and, before he can even balance DC on his shoulders, drops down, driving DC into the mat with a Samoan Drop. The crowd pops as DC continues to get manhandled, while the Australian born XWA Champion is looking to secure a victory here tonight over his opponent. That thought is intensified even more as, after getting to his feet relatively quickly, McNugget, who is standing right in front of a fallen DC Hennig with his back turned to Mr. Phenomenal, leaps into the air and performs a beautiful Standing Moonsault, driving all of his unsupported body weight into the mid-section of DC Hennig. The wind is knocked out of DC as McNugget decides that, instead of going for the pinfall that would likely end the match in the middle of the ring, a top-rope manuever would be much more satisfying to himself and to his tens of thousands of adoring fans.

Lemon: Uh oh... things are not looking good for our Cruiser-X Champion...

Snow: A Live from the 2290 may damn well end this match in it's tracks, Chet.

With that said, McNugget wanders over to one of the corners of the ring and climbs to the very top turnbuckle, taunts for his legions of Aussie fans, then flies into the air, looking to nail a Flying Splash. With his arms and legs extended, and his mid-section completely unprotected, DC makes a very split decision while lying on his back on the mat, and brings his own knees up to his gut. It's too late for McNugget to turn back now, and sure enough, his vulnerable gut and ribcage smacks DC's knees, painfully shooting McNugget back up into the air upon impact, and crash back onto the mat about a foot or two away. DC finds that one of the most difficult struggles of his career thus far is getting back onto his feet after taking such an unassailably disastrous beating from the reigning XWA Champion, and uses the feedback from the crowd (although they're likely cheering more for McNugget than for DC) to will himself onto his hands and knees. However, by the time Hennig finds himself on both knees, McNugget is already onto his feet, holding his stomach with his right hand. McNugget walks over to DC and extends his arms, probably to "help" DC onto his feet, but DC throws a right hand right into McNugget's stomach. McNugget is knocked back just a bit, but is still within close enough proximity to grab hold of DC's head if need be. But DC doesn't allow that, as he throws another punch to McNugget's gut, then uses the barely visible window of opportunity to get onto one of his knees, while his other foot is planted on the mat. And as McNugget walks back over to DC, Mr. Phenomenal eagerly meets the Shooting Star and leaps up off the mat, then grabs hold of the back of McNugget's head and rags him down to the mat face-first in a powerful Leaping Reverse STO. McNugget's face bounces off the mat, and the crowd's reaction is a bit more pro-McNugget than DC would like. Regardless, McNugget gets up pretty quickly, given the huge roll he was on earlier, and DC recognizes that, and gets to his own feet, more wearily than McNugget, given the aforementioned beatdown from before. McNugget swings his arm looking for a Clothesline, but DC ducks it and, almost by instinct, connects with a Step-Up Enzuiguri, taking McNugget down onto one knee. DC takes advantage of that, and begins what will hopefully (for him) be one hell of a comeback. DC runs over to the nearest set of ropes and bounces off, then charges at McNugget and kicks him in his prone face with a Running Calf Kick, this time knocking McNugget onto both of his knees. McNugget is still vulnerable enough for DC Hennig to run back to the ropes once again, bounce off them, and once again perform a running strike to McNugget's face, this time flattening the XWA Champion with a Shining Wizard. McNugget is knocked onto his back and the momentum of DC's running strike carries him about three feet away. Despite the velocity of the move, though, McNugget is already showing signs of movement, as he is now beginning to get onto his hands and knees. DC grabs hold of McNugget's chin and helps him up, then slings McNugget over to the northeast turnbuckle of the ring. DC then panders to the crowd for a bit, throwing up his arms for a 70/30 reaction, as most of the fans are naturally more drawn to the native XWA Champion than the American Cruiser-X Champion. Regardless, DC walks over to the southwest corner of the ring, directly parallel to McNugget, and charges after McNugget, then, when he gets close enough, he propels his knee upwards, smacking it against McNugget's chin in a Running High Knee. In a comical note, DC overshot the move just a bit, and as a result, DC goes flying over the top rope as McNugget simply collapses to the mat below. DC is conscious enough to grab hold of the top rope as he falls, but he still falls to the ringside mats below, landing on his hands and knees. It is then that DC comes to the same realization that McNugget did just moments ago; this is a no-disqualification match. DC lifts up the ring apron, and is very, very satisfied when he finds the standard weapon of choice when it comes to making a cool noise when you break it; the table! DC slides it out from under the ring, which naturally prompts the fans to mark the hell out, and as they do, DC sets it up on its legs and pushes one end of it up against the apron. DC then realizes that surely enough, McNugget is already on his feet, and likely ready to strike. DC leaps up to the apron, but doesn't even have enough time to enter the ring, as McNugget immediately delivers a devastating Savate Kick right to the temple of DC Hennig. DC looks like he might just fall to his death through the table, but, although obviously shaken up by the kick, he holds on to the top rope with one hand, preventing the fall that would probably cost him the victory. McNugget finds that maybe another kick would do the trick, and runs to the southern set of ropes, adjacent to the vulnerable DC Hennig. McNugget then leaps onto the middle rope and jetisons off, twisting himself to where he should be able to plant both feet into DC's face with a Traingle Dropkick. But just as McNugget's feet are about to collide with DC's facial features, DC sidesteps McNugget, lunging to his right and causing McNugget's shins to bounce off the top rope, making him do a complete somersault, and land awkwardly on his back on the mat. That's not enough to keep McNugget down, dammit, and sure enough, McNugget is onto his feet, looking for DC, who is standing right beside the northeast corner of the ring. DC takes advantage of McNugget's confusion, though, and runs full force on the apron, then clobbers McNugget with his right arm in one of the most creative Clothesline From Robbinsdale's captured on television! McNugget sells it like a total pro, twisting and spinning in the air until he comes crashing down to the mat below, prompting a reaction of shock from the live audience. The back of McNugget's head is now resting on the middle rope... right in front of the table. And DC takes notice of just that, and he grabs McNugget's head, turns him around, and pulls his head through the ropes and between his legs (eww...). With McNugget in position, DC pulls McNugget until his feet are planted on the mat, while most of his upper body is hanging over the middle rope, with his head trapped in between DC's legs. DC then grabs the top of McNugget's tights with both hands, and does the unthinkable; he jumps backwards, all the while keeping McNugget's head tucked tightly in between his legs, and drives McNugget face first THROUGH the table and onto the ringside mats below with a truly grueling Piledriver off the apron! The crowd is on their feet, now clapping for both men as this slugfest of a no-DQ match rages on, dropping the jaws of any XWA fans that thought Vendetta was the number one brand before watching this match.

Lemon: These two are really taking "No-disqualification" to another level, eh Snow?

Snow: You got that right, Lemon, and I see this match definitely being talked about for years to come.

As the jaws of the awe-struck Mayhem fans in attendance finally begin to shut after such a fantastic spot, DC Hennig begins to push random scattered broken table fragments away from him as he looks to get back onto his feet. McNugget looks to be laid out, and for good reason as well, as smacking the top of your head against the bare ring mats after being driven helplessly through a table is not the best feeling. Using the nearby announce table to help prop himself up, DC is the first to get to his feet, for obvious reasons, while McNugget actually does begin to show a few signs of life by moving around on the broken table fragments. While McNugget stirs about, DC decides that it would be in his best interest to help McNugget up to his feet. He does so... then slings him over to the announce table. McNugget's lower back collides with the edge of the table in a very bad way, and while McNugget is dizzy from the Piledriver and in lower back pain, DC decides to step up the whole "no-disqualification" stipulation. Hennig walks over to the apron, massaging his still injured neck in the process, and lifts up the apron. Hennig looks around under the ring for a minute, before finding a kendo stick and a garbage can. Hennig chucks both weapons into the ring, then focuses his attention on McNugget once more. Hennig grabs McNugget's forearm and Irish whips him back into the ring, then slides in himself and grabs hold of the kendo stick. The force of the Irish whip brought McNugget to his knees pretty quickly, so DC, with kendo stick in hand, patiently waits for McNugget to get up. McNugget uses the ropes, but does manage to get to both feet, and DC anxiously awaits McNugget to turn around. McNugget turns around, and it's widely accepted that he will soon meet his fate. DC swings the kendo stick directly at McNugget's face, looking to give McNugget a little involuntary facial reconstruction, but just as the stick comes flying at McNugget, he ducks it, and DC overshoots it and inadvertantly throws the stick to the ground. DC turns around, only for the XWA Champion to plant both of his knees directly in DC's face with a Jumping Double Knee Facebreaker, knocking DC back to the ropes. The momentum from the maneuver causes DC to ricochet off the set of ropes and, sadly enough, back towards McNugget, who then catches DC at the perfect time to take him to the mat with a very basic Snapmare Takedown. DC is obviously in a sitting position, and is completely prone to anything else McNugget has up his sleeves. Sadly enough, McNugget isn't wearing sleeves... so, he does the next best thing, and drives his knee forcefully into the back of DC's head with a vicious Spinning Knee Smash. The crowd does their generic "Ooooooooh!" as DC falls down onto the mat, while McNugget massages his temple, possibly in response to a concussion he may have suffered after that Piledriver through the table. However, during the headache relief attempt, McNugget spots the garbage can DC threw into the ring. McNugget grabs it and, as DC pushes himself onto his hands and knees, McNugget is in the same eager stance that DC was once in with the kendo stick. DC eventually gets to his feet as the crowd begins to bite their fingernails, then, when DC turns around to meet McNugget, McNugget dumps the trash can overtop DC's head, trapping DC's arms into the can as well and leaving Mr. Phenomenal completely helpless in the middle of the ring. DC runs around the ring like a chicken with its head cut off, much to the delight of the fans, who are loving every minute of it. However, even though McNugget undoubtedly finds humor in it, he decides to put an end to it, and grabs hold of the kendo stick. McNugget then swings the stick like a baseball bat, driving it into DC's stomach, with poor Mr. Phenomenal not even anticipating it. DC bends down, clenching his stomach in pain as best he can (considering he can't move his arms), before McNugget takes advantage once more and performs a Low Dropkick to DC's right knee, knocking him down and pretty much preventing him from ever getting up. DC rolls around on the floor, desperately looking for a way to get up, considering the fact that his arms and eyesight are completely impaired. McNugget quickly recognizes and opportunity, and ascends the nearest turnbuckle, balancing himself on the top while DC struggles to get back to his feet. And once DC finds himself on both knees, and in the best position humanly possible for McNugget to pull this off, McNugget flies off the top rope and plants both feet directly into the top of the trash can with a sickening Diving Double Foot Stomp. The crowd goes completely INSANE at the move, as DC stands motionless on his knees, possibly streuggling to keep his consciousness after getting kick directly on top of the head. McNugget removes the trash can from DC, revealing a very drowsy Cruiser-X Champion, who then falls onto his back. McNugget begins to taunt for his audience, but his attention is soon directed to something much more deserving, as McNugget's biggest Mayhem foe, the former XWA Champion Gabriel "Blaze" Angels, begins to walk down the ramp. The crowd knows that nothing good will come out of this, and responds to Gabriel's sporadic appearance with nothing but heat. Gabriel doesn't seem to take notice of it, as his attention is entirely focused on the current XWA Champion, who stares back at him with curiosity and confidence. Gabriel walks to the bottom of the ramp, then stops. He stops dead in his tracks, and appears to just want to watch the remainder of this match up. But as DC Hennig begins to show signs of life, McNugget recognizes that, regardless of Gabriel's "innocent" appearance, something has to be done right now to secure the pinfall. So, McNugget exits the ring and stands on the apron, then climbs up to the very top rope, his attention divided between DC Hennig and Gabriel Blaze Angels. McNugget balances himself, but while he's doing so, Gabriel quickly leaps onto the apron and looks to interfere in whatever McNugget is about to do. Gabriel's speed is to much for McNugget to counter against, and before McNugget can lift up his foot to kick Gabriel in the teeth, Gabriel grabs hold of McNugget's ankle and slings him off the top rope, making him launch forward and land awkwardly on the back of his head as he feels the harsh effects of gravity, just as DC begins to sit up. DC took no notice of this at all, and, for all DC knows, McNugget may have slipped trying to do a Live from the 2290. Regardless, DC is now in a sitting position, and sees his opportunity. He also takes notice of the kendo stick that is right beside of him, and grabs it while a spot forms in his mind. DC rolls McNugget onto his stomach, then slides the kendo stick beneath McNugget's chin, making his throat rest on the weapon. DC then takes notice of Gabriel, who is directly in front of him, staring on with satisfaction. DC takes nothing of it though, and grabs hold of the kendo stick, one hand grasping the stick on either side of McNugget's head. DC then flips over McNugget, doing a complete somersault, and pulls hard on the kendo stick, setting McNugget up for the most innovative and painful Robbinsdale Vice ever seen. The crowd looks on in a mixture of awe and horror, as the move is phenomenal, but the victim is their XWA Champion! DC puts as much effort into pulling on the kendo stick and choking the life out of McNugget as he can, before Gabriel Angels once again inserts himself into the matchup. Gabriel grabs hold of both of DC's ankles and pulls DC, as DC desperately fights to stay in the ring, inadvertantly adding more pressure to his finishing submission hold. McNugget's face turns a dark shade of purple as DC looks completely confused as to why Gabriel is trying to pull him out of the ring. Or is he? The referee grabs hold of McNugget's arm after his eyes slowly shut, and holds it up, then drops it to the ground. It hits the ground, and the referee does the same thing once more, with the same effect. The crowd is on the edge of their seats as the ref holds McNugget's hand up once more, and drops it once more. And as DC realizes that Gabriel was helping DC involuntarily add even more pressure to the kendo stick-assisted Robbinsdale Vice, McNugget's hand hits the mat for a third and final time. The XWA Champion has been choked out in this hellacious no-disqualification match, and as Gabriel lets go of DC and begins to walk back up the apron, ignoring any and all heat from the live audience, the bell rings, and DC celebrates one of the least enjoyable wins of his career thus far.

DING! DING! DING!

Roberts: Here is your winner, the XWA Cruiser-X Champion, "Mr. Phenomenal," DC Hennig!

Hennig's Cruiser-X Championship is handed to him as he sits on the apron, behind the bottom rope, in shock at what just happened. It's widely known that DC would rather lose a match than dishonestly win one, so it's assumed that the fans heat is mostly generated towards Gabriel "Blaze" Angels. Regardless, the camera zooms in on the unconcscious McNugget, the reluctantly acceptant DC Hennig, and the prideful Gabriel Angels (whose match is next) before fading away into commercial break, leaving the faint and awe-struck voices of the commentary team to top off an unbelievable moment.

Lemon: I cannot believe my eyes here tonight... McNugget and DC Hennig were having a true phenomenon of a match, and Gabriel Angels comes in and ruins it all. I'm just... I'm speechless...

Snow: Absolutely, I... wow... well... uhh... stay tuned, ladies and gentlemen, as Caleb Spires makes a one-time appearance here on Mayhem to take on... to take on Gabriel Angels... the man you are now viewing on your television screen... stay tuned...