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PRE-SHOW

The camera is inside the GM’s Room, and the Sub-GM Smoke Xtreme is in it. Someone knocks the door:

Smoke: - Come in!

The door opens, and Akira enters the room.

Smoke: - Oh, it’s you, Akira.

Smoke and Akira shake hands.

Smoke: - It’s good to see you here on XWA, and specially here on Mayhem.

Akira: - Thank you, Smoke. I hope I can start a great career here on XWA.

Smoke: - Let’s see if you can be a great superstar and become a champion. You know you’ll have a match tonight, don’t you?

Akira: - Yeah, I know.

Smoke: - Your opponent will enter this room soon.

Someone knocks the door.

Smoke: - It must be him. Come in!

The Bearded Avenger enters the room.

Smoke: - Hi, Beardy. This is your opponent for tonight.

TBA and Akira shake hands.

TBA: - So, you’ll face me tonight on Mayhem, right?

Akira: - Yeah. I didn’t have time to face you on xwa, because it has closed its doors. But now we can fight here on XWA. And it will be tonight. I hope we make a great match.

Smoke: - You two have to make a great match, because the winner can have a shot for the Intercontinental Championship.

Akira: - OK. So let’s make it happen.

TBA: - Let the best man win. I mean… ME.

Smoke: - Ok. Now get out of my room.

The two opponents leave the GM’s room.

After Ash Wheeler vs. Curtis Steel

Black Snow and Chet Lemon are at the commentary table, talking about the last match.

Snow: - What a great match we had here, Chet!

Lemon: - That’s right, Snow! Ash Wheeler and Curtis Steel made a very impressive match. And now we’ll have other match that can be great!!

Snow: - Yeah, Chet! Next match will be between The Bearded Avenger and Akira!!

Lemon: - Akira is one of xwa’s last superstars, and he had matches against two known superstars here on XWA: LAM and Prototype!! TBA also have a short wrestling career, but he has a very impressive MMA career!!

Snow: - I think that will be a very good match!! Let’s see what “The Hero” thinks about the match, because Jack Johnson is going to interview him right now!!

Inside Backstage, Jack Johnson will start an interview with Akira.

Jack: - Akira, you’re a superstar with a very short career, but even so it’s very promising.

Akira: - Thanks, Jack. It’s good to be here in XWA to continue my career after xwa shut down. I owe a lot to xwa, and I want to continue wrestling.

Jack: - You’ll have a match against The Bearded Avenger, a man with a impressive MMA career. Do you think you can defeat him?

Akira: - Everything is possible, Jack. I believe I can win this match and, after that, fight for the Intercontinental Championship.

Jack: - So, good luck in your match!!

Akira: - Thanks.

Akira goes to the arena, ready for the match.

THE MATCH

DING DING DING!!!

Justin Roberts: - The following contest is scheduled for One Fall, and is a Qualifying Match. The winner of this match can be the #1 Contender of the Intercontinental Championship!!

TBA’s theme starts.


TBA enters the arena slowly and stops at the entrance gate, while Justin Roberts announces him:

Justin Roberts: - Introducing first, from Houston, Texas, weighing 255 pounds… THE BEARDED AVENGER!!!

He walks to the ring, looking to the crowd, and when he reaches the ring he climbs the Steel Steps and enters the ring, passing between the Middle Rope and the Top Rope. He climbs one of the turnbuckles, and stays there for some seconds, looking at the crowd. After that, he climbs down the turnbuckle and waits Akira.

All lights go out and Akira's entrance video and theme begin.


After a moment, the lights go on again and Akira is at the entrance gate, looking at the crowd. When the slow introduction of the song is about to end, Akira raises his arms, and a group of fireworks burst at the stage, at the same time. He goes to the ringside while Justin Roberts says:

Justin Roberts: - And his opponent, from São Paulo, Brazil, weighing 231 pounds… “The Hero”… AKIRA!!!

He slides into the ring and goes to one of the turnbuckles, there he raises his arms slowly, making his taunt; after that, he climbs down the turnbuckle and prepares himself for the match.

DING DING DING!!!

The match begins and Akira tries to approach to TBA. But the former MMA fighter gets away from the approaching, using some body movements (like a boxer evading an attack). After that, it’s TBA who tries to attack Akira, trying to hit some punches on the Brazilian superstar’s head. Akira evades the attack, and tries to retaliate. Another attack evaded by TBA. With this almost-Boxing fight, the crowd gets angry and starts chanting:

“WE WANT WRESTLING!! , , ”
“WE WANT WRESTLING!! , , ”
“WE WANT WRESTLING!! , , ”

Akira looks to the crowd, and he knows it’s saying the truth. But he gets distracted, and TBA strikes a punch on his face. With no chance of reaction, TBA continues to strike punches on Akira’s face, and the crowd continues booing this shit of match. TBA does a Kick to Akira’s gut, and after that he does a Snap Suplex.

Chet: - At last, the real wrestling match has just begun!!

TBA does some stomps on Akira’s chest, and gets him up. Akira is a little groggy, and TBA does an Irish Whip, throwing Akira to the ropes. When “The Hero” comes back from the ropes, TBA grabs him from behind and does a German Suplex. After that, TBA tries to pin Akira.

1…
2…
and Akira kicks out moments after the referee counted 2.

TBA gets Akira up and continues his attack. He kicks Akira’s gut, puts him on a Front Facelock, and does a Swinging Neckbreaker. TBA goes to one of the turnbuckles, and waits Akira get up. When “The Hero” does it, TBA jumps and hits his chest, doing a Missile Dropkick. After that, TBA runs to the ropes, taking impulse, and runs back toward Akira trying to do an Elbow Drop, but Akira rolls, and TBA falls on the mat.

Snow: - This match isn’t over yet!!

Akira gets up, and does some stomps on TBA’s chest and abdomen. After that, he jumps and does a Leg Drop on TBA’s chest. Akira gets TBA up and kicks his gut, puts him in a Front Facelock, and does a DDT, smashing TBA’s head on the mat. Akira tries to pin TBA.

1…
2…
and TBA kicks out.

Akira stays attacking TBA, striking some punches on his head and letting him on the mat. After that, he climbs up one of the turnbuckles and makes his taunt (raising his arms up), pumping the crowd up, and jumps, trying to do a Diving Elbow Drop, but TBA gets up before being hit, and Akira falls on the mat.

Chet: - Akira thought he could win so easily…

TBA gets Akira up, and kicks his gut. After that, he does a Fisherman Suplex. He continues attacking Akira, as he does an Irish Whip and throws Akira to the Ropes, and when “The Hero” comes back he grabs him, lifts him and slams him on the mat, doing a Spinebuster. After that, TBA goes close to one of the turnbuckles, and smiles when he looks to the crowd. He puts his hand at one of his feet, showing what he would do when Akira get up.

Snow: - Oh no!! He’s going to do The Bearded Avenger Kick!!

When Akira gets up, TBA goes close to him slowly, and tries to hit his finisher, raising his foot, but Akira evades The Bearded Avenger Kick, passing beneath TBA’s foot, and runs to the ropes, taking impulse, and when TBA is turning on “The Hero”, Akira is coming back, jumping and striking his feet on TBA’s chest, doing a Running Front Dropkick – the Hero Strike.

Snow: - Will Akira finish the match now??

Akira goes close to one of the turnbuckles, and does his taunt, pumping the crowd up again. After that, Akira crouches and waits TBA get up. When he does it, Akira runs and strikes his shoulder on TBA’s gut, taking him down to the mat.

Snow: - OH MY GOD!! Akira used TBA’s finishing move!!

Chet: - That’s right, Snow! Akira did the StealFinisher, and used The Bearded Spear on TBA!!

After that, Akira tries to pin TBA again.

1…
2…
3!!!

DING DING DING!!!

Justin Roberts: - The winner of this match is “The Hero”… AKIRA!!!

Akira’s theme starts; he gets up and the referee raises his hand. After that, he climbs up one of the turnbuckles and raises his arms up, making his taunt and pumping the crowd up. He does the same thing on other turnbuckle and after that he leaves the ring, saluting the fans at the ringside and the ramp, and leaves the arena.

XWA.com Exclusive

At backstage, Jack Johnson is going to interview Akira.

Jack: - Akira, you did a very good match against The Bearded Avenger earlier tonight. What an impressive victory!!

Akira: - Thanks, Jack. The match began too boring, and I thought about a way to win and let the crowd happy. That was it.

Jack: - You know that you aren’t the #1 Contender to the Intercontinental Championship yet. The XWA Universe will vote on the winners of the Qualifying Matches that we watched tonight at Mayhem #2, including yours, and the most voted Superstar will get a title shot.

Akira: - That’s right. No matter who wins the poll, the XWA Universe will do the best choice. If I lose, OK, I can try to get a shot later, but if I win, I’ll try to show the fans that they didn’t choose the wrong guy.

Jack: - Good luck on the poll, Akira.

Akira: - Thanks, Jack.

After that, the interview gets over, Akira goes to his locker room, and the camera turns off.

*Johnny is shown backstage next to Jim Ross as he is wearing his signature t-shirt and matching jeans with a serious look on his face.*

Jim Ross: Johnny, the past 2 weeks you haven't been going well here in XWA and well what do you have to say on the rumors that you might be well....Losing your edge?

Johnny Blast: Pfft... I'm not losing my edge Jim Ross, i just haven't been concentrating on my opponent enough to be able to beat them and tonight im willing to prove you and everybody like you ross, who doesnt believe i can do it!!!

Jim Ross: But i've been hearing some strong words from "people" who say your going to lose again tonight again Alex Treme!

Johnny Blast:...."People"?, Pfft...those people who claim im gonna lose again tonight are just complete idiots. Now if you excuse me im gonna get ready for my match with alex. *Johnny then walks out and prepares for his match up next*

*Johnny walks in through the backstage area with again a serious look on his face as he finishes off his Pepsi max and puts his hood up on his jacket as he prepares to face off against Alex*

*As Alex's music hits the stage while the fans start to cheer, purple lights surround the arena in darkness as he comes out swinging his legs from side to side until stopping at the stage as he lists his right arm up and swings his hand from front to back continuously as the pyrotechnics fire as he stops his arm after the pyro's stop as he walks down the ramp and hi-fives some fans as he then walks up the ramp and lifts up the middle rope and enters through it as he runs up the top rope and lunges forward and puts his arms back as he yells out and then jumps down from the top rope as he waits for his opponent*

*The entire arena goes pitch black for 2 seconds as the explosives fire from the stage as johnny's music blast's across the arena as the fans get a big pop for johnny as he comes out with a black jacket with the words "Blast by Name. Blast by Nature" on the back of it with the hood covering his some what beautiful face as he walks down the ramp, hi-fives the california natives and rolls into the ring as he uncovers the hood and stares into Alex's soul as he climbs up the turnbuckle and puts his hands into his symbol. But before he can get down, Alex Xtreme just assaults johnny by grabbing his waist and lifts him up backwards as johnny lands headfirst on the mat as the bell then rings*

Johnny then gets up from the mat as Alex attacks him as he grabs johnny by his head and sets up for a bulldog as Alex jumps up and gets into a sitting position but at the last second johnny slips out from the arm of Alex as Alex then slams his buttocks onto the mat causing him to have massive damage on his body as Johnny then jumps and wraps his legs around the neck of Alex Treme as Johnny then lunges backwards causing Alex to trip and fall flat on his face in which Johnny then went for the pin. 1-2-

but then Alex kicked out and in the process kicked Johnny in the chest which Alex took advantage of and went to the top rope as Johnny slowly gets up and when Johnny gets up Alex then launched himself towards Johnny as he then raised his right arm up and connected it to his chest as Johnny then tripped onto the mat as Alex then grabbed Johnny by the waist and set up for a suplex by lifting him up but at the last second Johnny kicked him in the lower joint department and caused Alex to let go as he then grabbed HIM and lifted Alex up and threw him in the air as Johnny then lifted his left leg up and connected his boot to Alex's chin as some of front teeth went flying out and a few of the fans manage to grab them as Johnny goes for the pin 1-2-

but again at the last second Alex then kicked out and then grabbed Johnny into a roll up 1-2-

but Johnny kicked out and caused Alex to get pissed and nearly go to grab a chair but then realizing that he could get DQ'd he just went for the top rope and is about to go for a diving spear by launching himself towards a dazed Johnny but Johnny only just noticing that Alex is about to spear him moves out of the way as Alex comes crashing down onto the mat as Johnny then sets up for a worldwide slam by waiting until Alex gets up and then he runs towards him wraps his arms around Alex's legs and lifts him up as Johnny spins around in a 360 degree motion as he then pushes down and SLAMS Alex onto the mat as then proceeds to go for the pin fall 1-2-3

*As Johnny's music plays through out the arena the fans cheer in celebration with johnny as he screams "I TOLD YOU ROSS!" To the fans while in the ring.....BUT just when it seems like everything is hunky-dory for Johnny, a man covered in a black long sleeved shirt with camouflage trousers and a bit of an obese build with a beanie, blu-blocker shades and a bandanna covering his face grabbed a 2x4 piece of wood covered in barbed wire and smashed Johnny on the head with it and continuously attacked Johnny with it while the fans are Booing there heads off and even a few of the little kiddies begin to sob a little for there California native as the Mysterious man then exits through the the ramp with a mic in his hand saying; "Tonight was only the beginning Johnny!....Over the next few weeks i WILL attack you. You wont know when or how! But ILL BE THERE!" The fans then boo their heads off as they even start chanting; "YOU SUCK BALLS! YOU SUCK BALLS! YOU SUCK BALLS! YOU SUCK BALLS!" Over and over again.

*Johnny is shown exiting the arena and towards his car with chet lemon behind him as He keeps the bandage over his head while its throbbing*
Chet Lemon: Johnny, I gotta ask. What happened out there? I mean that guy is clearly out to get you i mean, what are your thoughts?
Johnny Blast: What are my thoughts? CHET! Like you said that guy is out to get me! But im gonna get to the bottom of who this guy is. Even if its the last thing i do, I WILL GET HIM!
*Johnny then enters his Toyota Camry and drives away with his thoughts*

[Following the Phantom X/Flintoff Match]

After a beautifully-executed bout between two forces soon-to-be reckoned with, Phantom X and Andrew Flintoff, the camera buzzes around the arena, capturing the priceless emotions of the capacity crowd, jam-packed to the highest extent in Oakland, California. The ecstatic audience screams the adoration of their favorite Mayhem wrestlers, ranging from "CJ Hardy! (*clap clap clap clap clap*)" to "I'm an Ay! I'm a Jay!" to the ever-so-popular "Evan Flare! SUCKS!" chants. After giving the viewers at home the opportunity to realize what they're missing out on since they didn't attend the live show, as well as giving stupid people in the audience to act like asses on live television, the camera comes to rest at the commentary table, where Black Snow and Chet Lemon plan to "entertain" the audience with witty social commentary and clever play on words.

Lemon: What a remarkable match, Snow!

Snow: Oh absolutely Chet, but we're only getting started here on Mayhem!

Lemon: Definitely, and speaking of 'just getting started here,' our General Manager, Razor Xtreme, made the BLOCKBUSTER announcement earlier tonight that he has signed one of the hottest free agents in professional wrestling today!

Snow: Geez Chet... you have this guy's poster on your wall or something?

Lemon: Well I hardly think that's appropriate, Snow... regardless of whether I do or don't, this man is still a pretty damn big aquisition for Mayhem, so get off my ass...

Snow: Relax, junior, I'm just messin' around... as Chet Lemon referred to earlier, Mayhem has signed an exclusive contract with the apple of Lemon's eye --

Lemon: Dammit Snow...

Snow: What? I thought that was a damn fine play on words! Get it... lemon... apple... they're both fruits... kinda like you when it comes to Mayhem's newest superstar...

Lemon: Alright Snow, alright, I've had just about enough of you thinking you can --

As this pointless squable commences, fans tuning in on television can hear a faint voice in between Chet Lemon's defense of his own heterosexuality; the voice of a producer of XWA Mayhem, repeatedly saying "Just cut to the back. Yeah, yeah, just cut to the back." The people in the back do just that, and cut to a small room somewhere within the arena in Oakdale, California, in what is likely a pre-taped segment. The camera is fixated on a television, a 32" RCA flatscreen, to be precise, which is turned off. The camera begins to rotate to the right, grazing over a glass casing, which contains replica's of the xwa World Tag Team Championships, and a couple of other titles, such as the old design of the XWA Hardcore Championship. The camera continues to rotate to the right, leaving the crowd wondering where in the hell it is. Finally, the camera stumbles upon a pair of white wrestling boots, one of which has "Mr. P" on it in gold, fancy font. The boots are tied and on the feet of whoever this is, but the fans are already marking out, knowing damn well that they are in the locker room on the newest Mayhem wrestler, "Mr. Phenomenal" DC Hennig. DC's feet are crossed on a coffee table, and as the camera continues to lear to the right, a pair of white kneepads are shown, followed by half of a singlet. The other half is covered up by the brand-spanking new DC Hennig T-shirt, available exclusively on XWA. com, but one part of the anatomy of Mr. Phenomenal is invisible to the camera; his face. DC's face is covered up by a large newspaper, and on the front page is the less-than-breaking news of the horrific limosuine explosion that may or may not have taken the life of CD Xtreme!

DC: Oh my gawd!! Wh... what the... h-how... when... oh my gawd! David, get in here, quick! You're not gonna believe your eyes!... my gawd... how the hell am I just now finding out about this?!?

XWA's other newest wrestler, soon-to-be Vendetta main-eventer "The Heartbreak Kid," David Michaels, soon rushes into the scene, with an unplugged curling iron dangling from his half-curled hair. The crowd gives Michaels a huge pop, maybe bigger than DC's! Damn fans.

David: What, what is it!?!

For the first time in his Mayhem career, DC shows the fans around the world his face, putting the paper down. Some of the hardcore fans recognize him from a few months back... for some reason...

DC: Oh, you're not gonna believe this...

David: Well what it is?!?

DC: No dude, I'm not gonna tell you until you... like... hold on to something, I mean this is just... you better brace yourself.

Michaels shrugs and looks around for something to grab hold of, and the curling iron in his haif catches his eye. He grabs it like a dumbass, grabbing the metal part that is still hot, even though Michaels unplugged the thing when he ran over to DC. Michaels immediately takes his hand off the iron and struggles to not say the F word on live television.

DC: (trying not to laugh) Is that why you wear those gloves?

David: (taking short, sharp breaths between words) What... is... it... D... C...?

DC: The McRib is back!

DC's expression is a priceless mixture of surprised and ecstatic, making him sport the goofiest grin known to mankind. We're talking goofier than Digg's imaginary sex face... errrrm... David Michaels, on the other hand, is staring emotionless at DC, still nursing his burnt hand, trying to find the right thing to say, but failing each time, almost like a Ron Simmons "damn" segment. Finally, Michaels finds the words to convey his feelings about the return of McNugget... I mean, the McRib...

David: You son of a bitch... ... ... why didn't you tell me sooner!?!?!

After Michaels says that, DC puts the paper back up, probably to make sure he could believe his own eyes. As he does so, Michaels takes notice of the limosuine explosion article on the front page.

DC: I know, right! Gawd, this is just... phenomen --

David: Say DC, uhm --

DC: Whoa whoa whoa... whoa... David... dude... ya cut me off...

David: Come again?

DC: Well, umm... I was kinda gonna say... ya know... phenomenal... and you were like... BAM!... and... ya know?

The same emotionless stare David gave DC about a minute ago reappears. It would seem as if David Michaels doesn't give half a rat's furry black ass about DC's catchphrase. He can rot in hell. Instead of letting DC finish his statement, David decides to finish his own statement.

David: So DC... where'd you get that newspaper?

DC: Oh, it was on the coffee table when I came in here. I'm starting to think someone planted it here so I could see this McRib article. (begins to laugh)

David: (fake laughing) Yeah, yeah... well... part of that might be true... but uhm, I'm not sure if they wanted you to see that article...

DC: What do you mean? Is there another sandwich that I --

David: Just turn the paper over dude.

David walks away from DC, probably back to wherever he was fixing his hair, and DC has a confused look on his face. DC slowly turns the newspaper over, and for the first time ever, reads about the fatal limo explosion on Vendetta that may have killed CD Xtreme. You can tell by DC's eyes that he's reading, as they go from left to right repeatedly. Tears begin to well up in DC's eyes, and his jaw drops slowly in astonishment and disbelief. After apparently finishing reading the article, DC puts his hand over his mouth, and David Michaels walks back into the room and puts his hand on DC's shoulder. DC puts the paper down and moves his hand up from his mouth, and covers his eyes, hiding the tears that are gonna fall momentarily.

David: Look man... I know this has got to be tough... I know how close and... and related, and... kinda like the same person really... but uhh... it's okay man... it's okay...

DC: You don't understand, David...

David: Don't understand what, man?

DC tries to answer, but can't. The emotions he's feeling is just too much to overome, and he tries ever-so hard to keep from weeping on camera.

David: C'mon man, talk to me...

DC: Okay... (sniffs) I heard about this back in January... this article was "breaking news"... so that means the newspaper... (sniffs) was printed back in January... (sniffs twice)

David: What are you trying to say man?

DC: Ohh David... the McRib was back in January... it's gone now...

After DC barely spits out that final sentiment, he can't control it anymore and just bawls. He slides off the couch and gets on his knees, behind the coffee table. He then puts his right arm on it, rests his head on his arm, and beats his left hand on the table repeatedly. David Michaels is taking the information pretty badly as well, as he has both of his hands over his mouth. Then David has a few words of his own...

David: Oh man... I just realized something...

DC: (barely audible, due to his head being buried in his arm) ...Yeah?

David: ...I'm a Vendetta superstar.

DC: (still barely audible, due to his head still being buried in his arm) Then what the hell are you doing here in Oakland?

David looks at his watch and almost throws up. He's gonna be late!

David: Dammit... so uhh... see you at the Main Event?

DC finally lifts his head up and wipes away the tears from his eyes. He looks at David, and begins a speech that will go down in professional wrestling history as the most sentimental, personal, and emotional promo he has ever and will ever cut.

DC: Yeah, alright... (sniff)

David nods, then flies out of the room, curling iron still hanging from his hair, as he makes his way to Montreal, Quebec, Canada, for Vendetta #16. I'm guessing almost everyone in Canada couldn't care less if Shawn Michaels' brother makes it, but regardless... DC Hennig begins to pick himself up, and does eventually stop crying. For something very, very interesting has caught his eye... something that will take DC's mind off the McRib for a long time...

DC: Ooh, a quarter...

DC finds and picks up a quarter, then begins to inspect it to make sure it's a real quarter. Mayhem fades away into darkness, as another commercial break is on the way!

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[Following the Smoke Xtreme/Xtreme Icon Match]

After the fourth and final XWA Intercontinental Championship Xtreme Champions number one contender's match, the fans are once again taken backstage, in the usual dismally grey hallway area, where random catering tables and lighting/sound equipment is scattered around virtually everywhere. The camera is fixated on XWA Mayhem interviewer Jack Johnson, who's sporting a goofy grin, holding a mic in his right hand, and is wearing a truly horrible baby blue leasiure suit with a pink tie. The fans actually give Jack Johnson considerable heat for some reason, but regardless, Johnson is damn sure ready for an interview!

Johnson: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Jack Johnson, standing by with the current XWA Intercontinental Champion, "The Irish Whip," Tommy O' Leary.

By the time Jack Johnson utters the half of the word 'Intercontinental,' the fans already give "The Celtic Curse" major heat. The heat doesn't stop or let up at all when O' Leary steps into the camera shot, wearing his new Tommy O' Leary shirt, available exclusively at retailers near you, half of which is covered up by O Leary's polished, shiny XWA Intercontinental Championship. The light glares off the championship and illuminates O' Leary's over-confident, pearly white smile, as the fans boo in disgust of one of the cockiest heels in XWA today.

Johnson: So Tommy, I --

O' Leary: Uh-huh, Jack, I think it would be in everyone's best interest if you refered to me as Mr. O' Leary.

Johnson: Oh, my apologies, Mr. O' Leary. So, tonight, it has been confirmed that four men are after your Intercontinental Championship --

O' Leary: Oh-ho, now wait a minute... they all had opponents you know... so that would be eight wrestlers after me and my title.

Johnson: Oh, yes, of course... so with eight wrestlers after you and your Intercontinental Title, not to mention your opponent for tonight, DC Hennig, what --

O' Leary: So what are you saying, you saying DC Hennig doesn't wanna shot at my title, huh?

Johnson: Well, I'm not entirely --

O' Leary: If the egotistical son of a bitch has half a brain in his head, he'd better damn well wanna match with me. I mean, look at me Jack, I'm the XWA Intercontinental Champion. Eight men, count them Jack; one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight men just busted their asses in that ring, just for a chance to job to me at Xtreme Champions! It's safe to say I'm not only the hottest commodity on Mayhem, I'm the hottest commodity in professional wrestling. Deny that, go ahead Jack, I dare ya.

Johnson: Well it's funny Mr. O' Leary, I was actually going to ask you about your feelings on all of your challengers, but uhh... I guess you've already answered that.

Johnson cracks about half of a smile and does a very intensly nervous laugh (something along the lines of a classic "Huh huh... huh") to which O' Leary simply looks down at him in disappointment.

O' Leary: So I've had to correct you throughout this entire interview, and I answered a question you hadn't even asked yet?

Johnson: Exactly! Pretty funny... eh?

O' Leary: Why the hell are you on the payroll, Jack? Ya know what. j-just get outta here. I think I'll finish this interview up by myself, save us both some time. So go ahead... just... go on now...

O' Leary motions with his fingers that Jack Johnson oughta GTFO, and obviously intimidated by the dominant Intercontinental Champion, Jack doesn't even argue his case as he hands Tommy the mic, and leaves the scene. As much as the fans hate Jack Johnson, they actually boo his absense, as they truly cannot stand Tommy O' Leary. O' Leary literally stares Jack Johnson down until he's well enough away, then taps the mic twice to make sure it's still on. He then proceeds to continue the interview, acting as the interviewer and the interviewee. Only in America!

O' Leary: So Mr. O' Leary, can you tell us what was going on in your mind after you won your beautiful Intercontinental Title?

Tommy moves from the left side of the camera shot to the right, which is apparently the interviewee position.

O' Leary: Why I certainly can Mr. O' Leary, but I'd rather talk about how I managed to scare Jason Sparks into retirement at the mere notion of having to face me last week! Isn't that hilarious, Mr. O' Leary?!

Tommy moves back to the left side of the shot, as the heat from the crowd in the audience is so loud that it can actually be heard as a faint chorus of "You suck!" in the background.

O' Leary: It certainly is, Mr. O' Leary! Say, I wonder whose ass you can retire by the time Xtreme Champions rolls...

Before Tommy can finish the statement with 'around,' something fishy catches his eye. Standing about ten feet away down the hallway is none other than relative unknown Mayhem wrestler Charlie, "The Aussie Destroyer," holding a cell phone in his hand, apparently recording the self-interviewing process in its entirety. Charlie is also snickering as he views the scenario from his phone only, but once he looks up and his eyes meet those of Tommy O' Leary, he quickly stops that. Tommy slowly walks over to Charlie with a friendly smile on his face, and his hands tucked into the pockets of his blue jeans.

O' Leary: Well hi there... what's your name, kid? Would ya like an autograph, or...?

Charlie: Oh no, mate, no... my name's Charlie, I'm about to do a couple of tryout matches here on Mayhem.

At this point, Charlie extends his hand for a shake with O' Leary, but Tommy simply looks down at the hand, chuckles, and looks into the eyes of now-intimidated Charlie. O' Leary casually leans on the wall as he continues his awkward conversation with Charlie.

O' Leary: Oh okay, okay... so... you're not a fan, you're a wrestler?

Charlie: Precisely.

O' Leary: Well alright... well, you'll have to excuse me I suppose. You see, I noticed you were video-taping me with your fancy little phone there... now had you been an underage, naive fan, I would've let it slide... but now that I know you're over eighteen and you know damn well not to do something as stupid as antagonizing the Intercontinental Champion...

Charlie: Oh no, no! You've got it all wrong, mate! I... I was just... I wasn't recording anything, I was just... just watching a video. Yeah, yeah that's all, nothing like what you thought...

O' Leary: Well now why didn'tcha just say so! Ohh man, you had me going there for a minute... say, uhh... can I borrow your phone for just a minute?

Charlie: Oh, err... yeah, yeah sure, sure... just let me exit the video I was uhh... watching...

Charlie presses some buttons and hands his phone over to Tommy. Tommy examines the device for a few seconds, but the silly ol' goose drops it! Tommy chuckles, signaling some nervous chuckling from "The Aussie Destroyer" as well, and Charlie begins to bend down to pick up his phone. He gets fingertips within the proximity of the device, when all of a sudden, Tommy O' Leary smashes the phone with his foot, leaving broken glass and plastic all over the hallway floor. Charlie stares at the carnage for just a second, then gets up pretty quickly and is now being looked down upon by an angry "Celtic Curse."

O' Leary: (almost whispering) Now why don't you just run along now... before your face ends up like your phone.

Charlie looks as if he's gonna try to knock O' Leary's teeth, but ultimately obliges to Tommy's demand and gets the hell out of dodge. The camera zooms in on O' Leary cocky grin, as he begins to shake his head, and Mayhem fades away into another commercial break.

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[Following the CJ Hardy/Justin Stoppable Match]

After the conclusion of a beautiful match between two in-ring veterans, the fans have that feeling in their gut that a backstage segment is about to unfold. Their imaginations get the best of them... the general thought in the atmosphere is that surely the guys behind the scenes at Mayhem woudln't possibly book yet another hallway segment? I mean, c'mon, what the hell ever happens in a hallway? Everyone knows that the good stuff never happens in a hallway! The hell getting screwed over by management only happens in the GM's office. Secret romances only happen in closets. Diva-on-Diva action only happens in the women's locker room. The only productive things that ever happen in hallways are talking or predictable backstage attacks. YAWN! So the fans are understandably left with mixed feelings when the camera feed cuts to the back, in the same dull familiar hallway, only with DC Hennig in the shot. I mean sure, they pop for Mr. Phenomenal, but deep down inside, the feeling of abandonment for having to go through another hallway segment.

The camera shot is focused entirely on two things; a disgruntled Mr. Phenomenal, and a Coca-Cola machine. DC sticks his dollar in the machine, but the machine immediately spits it back out. DC tries again... to the same result. DC takes his dollar out, smacks it on the machine, and straightens the sumbitch out, then sticks it back in the machine. And it goes in! DC is just about to push the button and get a refreshing, delicious, thirst-quenching bottle of sunshine, when the machine spits it back out. DC lets out a big sigh of despair, then puts the dollar back in his pocket and turns around. Staring at him from the other side of the hallway are Eddy Mega, Seth Garcia Morgan, and Randy Carna. All three of them were in the middle of a conversation, then just kinda stop talking and stare at DC with a look of "Who are you...?" on their face. DC smiles and waves... prompting the three guys to leave altogether. But a ray of sunshine appears in the form of one of DC's close friends, J Glick A!

DC: Oh my gawd, J Glick! What's up man?!? Boy am I glad to see a familiar face around here!

J Glick A: Hey DC! Glad we finally caught up. So you're on Mayhem now?

DC: Yeah dude, they placed me here. I'm pretty psyched too.

At this point in time, Ash Wheeler walks behind DC Hennig and gets a dollar out of his pocket. He sticks it into the Coca-Cola machine, and the dollar goes in. He then pushes the button and gets a Vault drink, and nonchalantly walks away. The faint sound of laughter from the crowd can be heard as the words "epic fail" pop into DC's mind. DC says "Excuse me one moment" to J Glick, then proceeds to snap and punch the Coca-Cola machine several times. All of a sudden, Ash Wheeler returns, Vault in hand, and is staring at DC like he's some sort of carnival attraction... and not a funny clown either. DC turns around, his hand possibly broken, and meets Ash face-to-face.

DC: (nervous laughter) Oh... that was... uhm... (nervous laughter) no, it's just that... uhh...

Before DC can even think of an explanation that seems logical, Ash merely walks away. DC sighs again, feeling completely dejected from his coworkers on his very first night. He does take solice in the fact that long-time friend J Glick A is there though, but as he goes to return to talk to J Glick, he finds that the Glickinator is gone. DC droops his shoulders and sighs once again.

DC: I miss ya David...

Flare: Well if it isn't Mr. Phenomenal...

DC is a little shocked to hear the familiar voice of reigning XWA Cruiser-X Champion, "The Franchise" Evan Flare! Even though the audience is pretty far away from wherever the hell this hallway is, a loud chorus of boo's can clearly be heard in the background. For those hardcore fans in attendance and watching on television, it's well-known that these two took part in the most unforgettable rivalry in another federation's history, when David Michaels and DC Hennig had a helluva feud with Evan Flare and JHalc. DC does not look disgusted by talking to his heel counterpart, though, as he's just happy to see a familiar face.

DC: Dammit... ya know I must me pathetic to be happy to see you...

Flare: (laughs) Good one... but listen, DC, I couldn't help but overhear your situation, and --

DC: Please, Evan... spare me your pitty, I'm really not in the mood right now to --

Flare: No no, please, DC... hear me out.

DC looks at Flare with a look of "yeah, alright, whatever" in his eyes, before eyeing Flare's Cruiser-X Title that's hanging on his shoulder.

Flare: Alright... look, DC, I know we've had our problems in the past, but I know what you're going through. When XWA had its Draft, JHalc got sent to Vendetta, and I ended up on Mayhem. So I know what its like to be the elephant in the room without another elephant to watch your back... if you know what I'm saying.

DC: (with interest) Oh really?

Flare: Absolutely, yeah! You wouldn't believe how weird it felt at first... but I tell ya DC, once I stepped in that ring with Inferno last week... it's like I've been here forever.

DC: So you're saying I'll get some respect if I can beat Tommy O' Leary tonight?

Flare: Well... sort of, yeah. I mean... it still doesn't replace the loss of a friend.

The crowd smells some major BS coming from the Cruiser-X Champion, and the general feeling is that DC can smell it as well... but DC is so desperate to have someone to have his back, he's more than happy to go along with it. DC nods respectively, with his head down, and lets Evan continue.

Flare: (laughs) This is gonna sound... just... crazy... but uhh... (laughs) maybe you and I could... should... ya know?

DC: I... I dunno about that Evan... I mean...

Flare: Well look, that's completely understandable... but I want you to think about it, alright? Like I said, it's perfectly, or should I say phenomenally (laughs) understandable for you to initially reject this... maybe we could get a quick bite to eat after the show, catch up on some things...?

DC: ...Okay. Yeah sure, sure...

The hearts of several fans in attendance drop as the possible heel turn of DC Hennig is something they do not want to bear.

Flare: Great! Well look, I have a match next with Headhunter, so I'm gonna need to be razor sharp. And I hear you have a match with O' Leary later tonight?

DC: Yup.

Flare: Well be careful out there man... he's the Intercontinental Champion for a reason. But while you're out there, do me a favor... just think of how much more comfortable you'd be out there with someone in your corner. Have a nice day...

Flare walks out of the shot as DC is left with a whole lot to think about. DC stares at the ground, thinking some things over, and then he puts his hands on the back of his head (like Dr. Cox from Scrubs) as he realizes he's willing to sink so low to have a friendly face backstage. The scene fades to darkness as a series of commercials takes XWA Mayhem #2 off the air for only a few minutes!

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Match: DC Hennig vs. Tommy O' Leary

Lemon: Well ladies and gentlemen, we have witnessed a beautiful display of charisma, athleticism, and purely spectacular entertainment that only the Xtreme Wrestling Association can provide, and coming up next, Mayhem's newest acquisition, "Mr. Phenomenal" DC Hennig, is about to make his debut against one of the fastest rising stars XWA has ever seen, our Intercontinental Champion, Tommy O' Leary!

Snow: This has potential to be a classic mat wrestling contest, but I think it should also be noted that this is a non-title bout, correct?

Lemon: This match is not for the Intercontinental Championship, but one would think that a win over the champion would secure a future Intercontinental Championship match for DC Hennig, right?

Snow: Well I suppose so, if you want to jump the gun like that. This match hasn't even started yet, and you're automatically assuming your little man-crush is gonna --

Lemon: Snow, Snow... for the love... of... gawd... just shut up. Just shut up...

DC Hennig TitanTron

Roberts: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Introducing first, from Robbinsdale, Minnesota, weighing in at 217 lbs., "Mr. Phenomenal," D! C! Hennig!!!

The roof is blown off of whatever the hell kind of arena is located in Oakland, California, as DC Hennig is finally redebuting at XWA! As his music is blasted throughout the arena, deafening anyone within the tri-state area, the fans that didn't tire themselves out cheering on the other babyfaces that performed earlier on the card are on their feet, screaming at the top of their lungs for Mr. Phenomenal. The music continues to play, but where in the hell is DC Hennig?!? Finally, after just a few seconds, two huge bursts of pyro jetison out of either side of the stage, shooting up straight in the air and illuminating the horribly dim lighting in the arena with a golden shower of sparks. The pyro begins to drizzle back down like a slight rainfall, and from out of the darkness, or more accurately, the curtain, DC Hennig steps out onto the scene to an even bigger, louder ovation. The faint sound of Chet Lemon's drool dripping off the announce table... nevermind. For those watching on television, that kick-ass camera angle of the curtain, where the wrestler's back is turned to the camera as he walks down the ramp, is shown, but for those lucky Oakland fans, they are just witnessing a man walking out from backstage, towel in his left hand and chewing gum caressing his choppers. DC is wearing the same boots mentioned earlier, and has on white knee and elbow pads, complementing the teal singlet (with "Mr. Phenomenal" written on the ass in fancy white font) he's wearing. He's also wearing white wrist tape, but hey, who the hell cares about something that insignificant? Hennig walks down the ramp as his pyro begins to fizzle out, throws his towel behind his back and catches it with his other hand, and slaps the hands of his adoring fanbase in the front row on the left side of the ramp. He gets past halfway of that side of the ramp before he begins to drift off to the right to slap a couple more hands. He quickly jogs up the steps, soaking in as much response from the crowd as he can. After he gets to the center of the apron, he stops and wipes his shoes, then grabs the top rope and leaps over it. He then spins around twice and throws his hands in the air, and immediately follows up by spitting his gum out, and smacking it with his right hand. Some lucky fan might just take DC's chewed gum home... no way of telling.

Tommy O' Leary TitanTron

Roberts: And his opponent, weighing in at 200 lbs., he is the XWA Intercontinental Champion, "The Irish Whip," Tommy O' Leary!!!

The loud ovation of cheers that DC garnered from his entrance is immediately drowned out and exonerated by the heat given to the Intercontinental Champion. As "Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya" blasts throughout the speakers, the roar of boo's from the live audience is almost louder than the music itself. The heat goes on for the better part of 15-20 seconds until the fans get tired of making themselves hoarse, and tone it down a bit. The camera cuts to DC once during the opening segments, showing him rotating his shoulders and stretching his neck. Finally, after around 27 seconds, a humongous blast of green pyro (that makes DC's pyro look like a freakin' balloon popping) makes any and all children under the age of six piss themselves. The blast from the pyro resembles an airplane breaking the sound barrier, and the visual aspect of it is just as extraordinary, as the giant green pyrotechnics display illuminates Oakland, California, and might have played a role in those fires in California for all we know. After the burst dies down, a silhouette can faintly be scene behind all of the green smoke, a silhouette of a 6'1, 200 lb. son of a bitch!, and the fans know it too, as they pick up where they left off in all of that heat. Finally, Tommy O' Leary steps out onto the stage. Tommy O' Leary is wearing his signature attire; green tights, with black and red dragon designs spotted here and there all over the tights. He's also wearing white boots, just a plain white design, as well as small white kneepads and one single white elbow pad on his right elbow, to be precise. It should also be noted that O' Leary is proudly carrying an Irish flag in his left hand, and a shillelagh in his right hand. Whether the items of heritage are playing a part in the massive amount of heat he's recieving is not confirmed, but the crowd likely hates anything to do with Tommy O' Leary. O' Leary confidently walks down the ramp, and begins to drift towards the right of the ramp. He then waves his flag with cocky pride, as it hits the faces of those in the front row. Ironically, the fans seem to be brave enough to say they hate his guts, but no one is man enough to grab the flag or do anything really when O' Leary is in such a close proximity, maybe largely due to what happened to Charlie's phone earlier. O' Leary eventually gets to the steps, where the center of his attention is DC Hennig. He doesn't take his eyes off Hennig for the conclusion of his entrance; he walks up the steps, walks on the apron, and enters the ring, all while not even blinking when looking Hennig's way. After he enters the ring, DC backs up a bit into a corner, and O' Leary makes his way over to the very opposite corner. He looks back at DC, then extends his arms in the air, making his Irish flag even more visible, to receive the last bit of major heat he'll receive before the match even begins. O' Leary jumps down from the turnbuckle, and gently places his flag and shillelagh in his respective corner, then signals to the ref that he's ready. The match is on!

DING! DING! DING!

As the bell rings and the crowd begins to sit back down, DC Hennig looks into the crowd in response to a very audible "DC Hennig! *clap clap clap clap clap*" chant. DC smiles and nods in a sly fashion, and looks over at Tommy O' Leary, who is looking into the crowd as well, in disbelief, as if to say that his opponent isn't worthy of being cheered. Eventually, both men lock eyes, and Tommy O' Leary charges at DC. But DC acts quickly and throws his towel right in O' Leary's face, then uses the extremely small opening to perform a Lou Thesz press, knocking The Irish Whip off his feet. DC follows up with a few right hands to the face, before O' Leary throws DC off of him and quickly gets back to his feet. DC gets back to his feet as well, only to get smacked in the face by O' Leary's boot as he nails a sickening Spinning Heel Kick. DC's selling of the move is kind of funny, as he stands there for a few seconds, a glazed over look in his eyes, before he just crumbles to the mat below, as if his legs were trying to hold up Mammoth. O' Leary goes for the pinfall to try to get an early victory: 1... 2... kickout. O' Leary sits Hennig up on his ass and drives his knee into Hennig's back, making Hennig wince in pain before he falls onto his side. While Hennig slowly rolls onto his back, O' Leary capitalizes and performs a Discus Leg Drop to DC's midsection. O' Leary again goes for the cover, and again gets a two-count. Since submissions can't seem to get O' Leary the victory, he decides to go for a submissive approach, and rolls DC onto his back. He then drives both of his knees into DC's back, and locks in a devastating Bow and Arrow hold, making DC reach out in desperation for the ropes. The fans begin to will DC into breaking the hold, but it looks like DC just can't do it just yet.

Snow: See, Chet, this is why you don't jump the gun like you did earlier tonight...

Lemon: Can DC Hennig come back from this insurmountable offensive attack by the Intercontinental Champion? We'll find out as XWA Mayhem continues!

And with that, Mayhem takes a commercial break. The shot on television zooms into DC's quenched face as he writhes in pain, then fades to black. In the untelevised portion of the match, however, the live audience continues to try to will DC Hennig back into the match. The fans realize that it is not a good sign for D to be showing signs of weakness this early, so they show signs of their own; signs of undying love for Mr. Phenomenal! So, after around fifteen seconds of keeping the hold locked in after the cameras stopped rolling, O' Leary gets bored and decides to break off the submission himself. The fans breathe a sigh of relief, but not for long, as they realize that O' Leary is about to ascend the top rope. O' Leary nears the corner and climbs, his back facing DC. All of a sudden, O' Leary flies off the top rope and performs a beautiful Moonsault Double Foot Stomp, driving his boots into DC's midsection and making the crowd pop for his offense, but relentlessly boo him for doing such a thing to the babyface. DC writhes in pain as O' Leary gets back to his feet. Instead of going for the pin, O' Leary begins laying right hands into DC, before eventually picking him up and Irish whipping him over to one of the corners of the ring. DC hits his lower back hard on one of the turnbuckles, the middle one to be precise, and O' Leary lowers his kneepad, then wastes no time as he runs at DC full force and nails a High Knee, smashing his bare kneecap into the face of Mr. Phenomenal. For those watching at home, the feed returned right before O' Leary hit the high knee, so those at home only missed one high-impact move. However, the technical wizards behind the scenes are quick to produce a replay of what happened during the commercial break. The timing could've been better, as the fans watching at home have to decide between watching the Moonsault Double Foot Stomp, or watching O' Leary top the high knee off with a pretty basic Bulldog that plants DC's face right into the mat.

Lemon: Well ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Mayhem #2, as the Intercontinental Champion, Tommy O' Leary, is in complete control of the matchup thus far!

Snow: And have you thought about how embarassing it would be for DC Hennig to lose his debut match here in the Xtreme Wrestling Association?

After planting DC on the mat, Tommy O' Leary decides to take a little time for himself to show off. He goes over to a corner and grabs his flag, then proudly aves it in the air to a chorus of boo's that is likely music to his ears. O' Leary gently throws his flag back into the corner, and turns back to meet DC, who surprisingly finds the strength to roll him up for a small package! 1... 2... kickout! O' Leary quickly gets to his feet before DC and goes for some kind of boot to the face, but DC dodges it accordingly by quickly rolling to his left. The momentum places DC on his knees (giggety) and O' Leary swings and misses with a Buzzsaw kick, as DC ducks just in the nick of time. DC is now on his feet as the crowd is cheering as loudly as they can! O' Leary goes for a clothesline, but again DC is able to dodge his offense. As soon as O' Leary turns around, DC clocks him with a stiff European Uppercut. DC allows no-time for O' Leary to go backwards, and, feeding off the adrenaline of the crowd alone, DC grabs O' Leary and does a simple Snapmare takedown. DC immediately follows up with a Rolling Neck Snap, a combination of moves that has become a signature maneuver of DC's. DC gets back to his feet and throws his arms in the air, prompting a major pop from the live audience. As O' Leary gets back to his feet (quicker than DC had anticipated), DC immediately begins a series of running attacks, first taking the Celtic Curse down with a Running Calf Kick, then running to the opposite ropes and, with precise timing, nails O' Leary with a Shining Wizard that sends O' Leary very close to the ropes, almost making him fall out of the ring. The crowd is now red hot for DC, who again goes to the opposite ropes to get a good running-go for his next offensive maneuver. He bounces off the ropes and nears O' Leary, who is now on his feet, and jumps. But O' Leary catches him mid jump and does a Flapjack, sending DC throat-first into the top rope. But before the effects of gravity and do it's part in knocking DC down, O' Leary is somehow able to turn DC 180 degrees and nail a Cutter, executing a brilliant move that can only be described as a Single-Man 3D! The crowd gasps, sighs, and pops for the beautiful maneuver, but all of that soon turns to considerablke heat as they realize that O' Leary has taken control of the match once again.

Lemon: Well after a quick slew of offense from Mr. Phenomenal, Tommy O' Leary is back in control.

Snow: Tonight is O' Leary's night, I'm tellin' ya! Just think of what this man can accomplish at Xtreme Champions!!

O' Leary begins to stomp a mudhole in DC, then gets down and on top of DC (giggety) and begins laying in the right hands, right into the face and throat of Mr. Phenomenal. O' Leary gets back to his feet with a handful of DC's hair, involuntarily making DC get up as well. O' Leary immediately locks his arm under DC's neck and nails one of his signature maneuvers, the Moonlight Drive. O' Leary uses the momentum of the spin to propel himself towards the ropes, and he jumps on the second one, then performs a beautiful Corkscrew Senton. The crowd once again does the now-familiar 'pop before they remember O Leary is the bad guy' and as O' Leary mocks DC Hennig by clenching his fists and throwing his hands in the air, the crowd is absolutely red hot for this action. O' Leary signals for the end by crossing his arms, then quickly stretching them out, and O' Leary locks in a devastating Celtic Knot. Again, DC Hennig desperately tries to find the nearest ropes to break the hold, but to no avail, as he's practically in the middle of the ring. The crowd tries to will him on, but it's proving to be of little help. Luckily for DC, O' Leary gets bored with the submission pretty quickly, as he may just want to prolong the match a bit more and show off. To each his own. O' Leary picks DC up again and slings him over to the corner, and almost as soon as DC hits the turnbuckles, O' Leary capitalizes and nails a Stinger Splash. He doesn't even allow DC the pleasure of falling on his face, however, as he picks DC up on his shoulder and sits him down on the top turnbuckle, then begins to climb up there himself. The crowd is buzzing with anticipation as O' Leary sets DC up for a Superplex, but a "DC! DC! DC!" chant pumps DC up and gives him just enough strength to throw a few punches into O' Leary's gut. After the fifth punch, O' Leary falls, but lands on his feet, a note that DC is not aware of. DC begins to position himself for a Missile Dropkick, but doesn't get the time, as O' Leary springs off the second rope near DC Hennig, and does an awe-inspiring Triangle Dropkick right to DC's face. DC doesn't fall off the turnbuckle, but his head snaps back precariously, and he is incredibly dazed as he remains rested on the turnbuckle. O' Leary notices and climbs up to the second turnbuckle, then turns his back to DC and hooks DC's arms. He then does the unthinkable and nails an ungodly Killswitch, throwing DC off the top rope and making him land face-first!

Lemon: Oh my! What is it gonna take for DC Hennig to come out with a victory here tonight?

Snow: Give it up Lemon, DC's debut is a dud! But can you honestly say you're surprised? He's in the ring with the top mid-carder on the Mayhem roster. He never even stood a chance.

With DC on his face near the center of the ring, O' Leary figures that a submission victory would look more dominant than a pinfall victory, so he locks in a Camel Clutch. O' Leary keeps the hold locked in for a solid ten-to-fifteen seconds, but DC Hennig refuses to tap! Maybe it's his shining tenacity... or maybe everything below his neck is numb and he can't feel pain. Regardless of the situation, O' Leary angrily releases the hold, slamming DC's face into the mat in the process. O' Leary is fed up by now and picks DC up again, then throws him into the ropes, not even with a proper Irish whip, but more like just tossing him over to the ropes. DC hits them and takes a few slow steps toward O' Leary, who proceeds to connect with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Hennig's ass is hurting, but he can't even begin to focus on that, as O' Leary immediately follows up with a Kesagiri Chop. DC falls to his knees, and O' Leary takes advantage yet again and connects with a Buzzsaw Kick. DC crumbles to the mat below as O' Leary has a huge grin on his face. O' Leary gets down on his knees (giggety) and looks to his left, where he's met with insane heat by the live audience. O' Leary then bends down to get the cover, when BAM!, DC Hennig pulls out the unthinkable and gets O' Leary in a small package. The crowd pops for the mere one-count like never before, but after O' Leary kicks out with ease, there's a fire in his eyes after he begins to laugh at the pinfall attempt by DC. DC begins to feed off the crowd to get to his feet, but obviously O' Leary is up and healthy before DC can even get on one knee. O' Leary "helps" DC up to his feet, but DC throws a few punches and might just get the upper hand! DC goes for an Irish whip, but the Irish Whip himself powers out with ease and throws DC to the ropes. O' Leary goes for a clothesline, but DC ducks and bounces off the opposite ropes. DC's running off adrenaline alone as he goes for a Flying Forearm Splash, but O' Leary side-steps Hennig. Hennig is able to roll out of it though and keep his momentum flowing, so he bounces off the opposite ropes as O' Leary looks to nail a Spear. But Hennig jumps over O' Leary! The crowd is on the edge of their seats as this back and forth countering has them lusting for more! And more they get, as when DC bounces off the ropes yet again, he catches O' Leary at the perfect moment and blasts him in the neck with an incredible Clothesline from Robbinsdale! The crowd marks out insanely as the devastating clothesline leaves DC with an excellent opportunity to catch his breath, lick his wounds, and take a well-needed breather.

Lemon: And FINALLY, DC Hennig catches a break and gains the upper hand!

Snow: Oh please, he only hit one move Lemon... O' Leary still has this thing in the bag and you know it.

The crowd is absolutely red hot, on their feet, clapping their hands for Mr. Phenomenal to get back up! DC struggles, but does manage to get back to his feet, as does O' Leary (a while before DC does). O' Leary throws a right hand and catches DC in the face. DC does the same to O' Leary. Right hand from O' Leary. Right hand from Hennig. And another. And another. And another! DC has finally gained the upper hand... if only for a few seconds. O' LEary drives his knee into DC's gut powerfully, then rushes over to the ropes and bounces off. But DC has the wherewithal to perform his Battering Ram maneuver. DC puts O' Leary in position for a snap suplex, but quickly sets O' Leary up for another one of his signature maneuvers, the Plunge of Perfection. Hennig connects, and goes for the cover! 1... 2... kickout! Hennig isn't upset, as in all honesty he didn't really expect to get that pinfall anyway. Hennig positions himself to where when O' LEary gets back to his feet, DC will be behind him, and his plan seems to be going phenomenally as O' Leary gets to his feet, and DC is in fact behind him. Hennig leaps in the air about as high as he can and performs yet another one of his signature maneuvers, Integrity! O' Leary's head smacks the mat hard, and DC wastes little time as he climbs the top rope. The crowd is definitely behind Mr. Phenomenal, letting out all of the emotions they held in while DC was getting the absolute shit kicked out of him. Hennig is on the very top turnbuckle, and shows off his expertise balance as he stands on it without holding himself up with his hands. Finally, O' Leary flies high in the air, prompting thousands of flashes from the crowd (from cameras and hory teenage chicks (J/k.)) as he nails the Quantum Leap! Hennig regains his composure and goes for the three count once again! 1... 2... kickout!!! A large moan of sympathy from the crowd is audible as DC throws his hands up in disbelief. What will it take to put O' Leary away?

Lemon: What will it take to put O' Leary away!?!

Snow: If four or five of DC's signature moves isn't gonna stop the Intercontinental Champion, nothing is, Lemon. I stand by my prediction, O' Leary's walking away with the victory here tonight.

Hennig is back to his feet, still feeling some of the effects from O' Leary's assaulkt earlier, and O' Leary begins to get back up, his back turned to DC. O' Leary turns around and gets kicked in the gut, then DC sets him up for his finisher, the Phenomeplex!! Hennig hooks him up for the suplex, then does the part where he flips him in the air, but as O' Leary comes down, he squirms enough to land on his feet, face-to-face with DC, then he rakes DC's eyes for good measure. With DC temporarily blinded, O' Leary grabs his throat and performs the Fiery Red Hand! Hennig hits the mat hard as O' Leary regains his composure for a while, soaking in the huge roar of heat from the capacity crowd.O' Leary gets to his feet while DC tries to get on his hands and knees, and O' Leary takes the excess time to taunt a little before signaling for a sure-fired match finisher. Hennig finally gets to his feet, and O' Leary wastes no time at all and picks DC up on his shoulders, then performs a devastating Luck of the Irish on Mr. Phenomenal. The hearts of the fans drop as a clear indication of an L on DC's record has been made evident, but instead of sighing or weeping, a particularly loud BOO can be heard from each and every one of them. O' Leary soaks it in, thinking the heat is for him (which it is, it is... but not primarily) as he goes for the cover! 1... 2... whaaaa? As it turns out, none other than Cruiser-X Champion Evan Freakin' Flare has hit the scene, and grabs the referee's legs, drags him out of the ring, and gets a stern talking to! The crowd doesn't know what to do... I mean, he did save DC from losing... but he's Evan Flare. O' Leary notices that the ref stopped counting, and he looks around for him, and finds him just outside the ring, yelling at Evan Flare. Instead of beating the hell out of both of them, O' Leary decides to capitalize on the opportunity and grabs his shillelagh, which is in the corner RIGHT NEXT to Flare and the referee. O' Leary leans on the ropes in front of Flare and the referee, with his back turned to them, as he patiently waits for DC to get up so he can crack DC's skull. Flare takes notice, and politely cuts the ref's rant off to point it out. The ref slides into the ring quickly and gets right into O' Leary's face, telling him to drop the shillelagh or be disqualified. While he's doing so, Flare nonchalantly slides his Cruiser-X Championship to DC. DC gets to his feet, and O' Leary takes notice of DC's new weapon and points it out to the referee. The ref turns around and catches DC red-handed. DC explains that he didn't know where the belt came from, choosing to not rat Evan Flare out just yet. While DC and the ref are having their conversation, Flare jumps up to the apron, grabs the shillelagh out of O' Leary's hand, and as soon as O' Leary turns around, Flare cracks him in the head with the shillelagh! Flare quickly jumps down off the apron and throws the shillelagh away just as the referee takes the Cruiser-X Title from DC and hands it back to Flare. O' Leary turns around to face DC, his eyes completely glazed over, and he tries to throw a punch, but with no velocity at all, he falls face-first to the mat, knocked out cold. DC has no idea that Flare cracked him in the head with the shillelagh, so Hennig innocently locks in his finishing submission maneuver, the Robbinsdale Vice! Despite Flare's involvement, the crowd marks out for DC, as DC tells the ref to check O' Leary after around ten or fifteen seconds of him making no stuggle to break the hold. The ref grabs O' Leary's arm and raises it up, then drops it. It hits the mat. He repeats the process, and O' Leary's hand hits the mat yet again. The ref raises his hand up for a third and possibly final time. The crowd is standing, eagerly anticipating the result of this test of consciousness. DC half-assedly keeps the hold locked in, to the best of his abilities after feeling the effects of the Luck of the Irish. Flare innocently looks on as he walks backwards up the ramp with a smug grin on his face. The ref drops O' Leary's hand... and it hits the mat! The ref calls for the bell as O' Leary has been knocked the fuck out!

DING! DING! DING!

Roberts: Here is your winner, "Mr. Phenomenal," D! C! Hennig!!!

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The ref raises DC's hand high in the air, and DC is proud to have had such an impactful debut on XWA Mayhem! The crowd is buzzing with exuberance for DC, but know deep down something that DC doesn't know; Flare got him that win. Flare claps his hands as he continues his walk backstage, and Hennig doesn't even notice him. Hennig grabs his towel, wipes the sweat from his face, and soaks in the warm response from the crowd, who have started the "DC Hennig! *clap clap clap clap clap*" chant up again, as XWA Mayhem begins to fade away into another commercial break, leaving the closing thoughts from the commentary team the last thing to be witnessed during DC's Mayhem debut.

Lemon: He did it! My gawd, DC has done the seemingly impossible and has defeated the Intercontinental Champion in his debut!

Snow: This is absolute bullsh*t! Hennig should've been disqualified for being in possession of that Cruiser-X Title.

Lemon: So Tommy O' Leary having his shillelagh in hand is acceptable, but Hennig having the Cruiser-X Title isn't?

Snow: Regardless, Evan Flare interfered on DC's behalf, and if the ref had a brain, he would've seen that. This match proved absolutely nothing.

Lemon: Depsite your own opinions, DC Hennig pulls off the upset. But the question remains, what will come of this possible alliance between Mr. Phenomenal and Evan Flare?

Snow: I don't even want to know, Lemon. On behalf of XWA, I apologize for the total screwjob you've all just witnessed.

Lemon: Stay tuned folks, as XWA Mayhem continues with our main event, as McNugget takes on the XWA Champion, Gabriel "Blaze" Angels. And that match is next!