LPW Inferno 15.2 RESULTS!

[Killswitch]

“Rock of Ages” by Def Leppard plays as the Inferno opening plays. After a huge pyro display, the camera pans around the packed Sprint Center as the fans cheer like they haven’t cheered in a month and freezes on RAW is Snapple and Robert Lillehammer behind the announce table.

Snapple: Welcome everyone, to LPW INFERNO 15.2! We are live from the Little John Coliseum in Clemson, South Carolina, and what a show we have for you tonight!

Lillehammer: Killswitch makes his long despised return to Inferno, two rookies make their Inferno debut's, Damien Blaze goes up against Jeff Watson, Jude Maxwell gets to eat up another loser, and two shocking main events!

Snapple: In the first co-main event, D. Hammond Samuels takes on former Western States Heritage Champion Al Boo Boo, and in the second co-main event, Krimson Mask looks to continue into Capital Punishment on a strong note when he takes on Son of Repoman!

Lillehammer: Well, lets get underway with out first waste of a matchup...

Snapple: Wait a second Robert, I'm getting word that there is an altercation occurring in the back!

Lillehammer: Well, get a cameraman back there to see what's going on!

The camera switches to somewhere in the back, and shows Killswitch beating the hell out of Sylvester Eccleston, who is curled up in a ball.

Killswitch: Son of a bitch! No Way you'll get the chance to ruin my return to Inferno! Take this! And this!

As Killswitch delivers a swift kick to Eccleston's stomach, a figure appears out of nowhere and shoves Killswitch off of Eccleston. Eccleston crawls off as the figure steps towards Killswitch.

Jensen: Well, well, look who it is, guess you sucked ass on Insanity as well, huh Switchy?

Killswitch stands up, a look of pure hate in his eyes. He walks right over to Jensen and gets in his face.

Killswitch: What the hell are you doing on my show?

Jensen's eyes widen, before a grin comes onto his face.

Jensen: Your show? Go home and grow a set of balls before getting into me like this.

Killswitch: Is that what your girlfriend said last night when you tried to bang her?

Sean takes a step back, and his hands curl into fists.

Jensen: You're gonna regret that, Switch.

Killswitch: Bring it, Jensen.

The two lock up and begin trading punches, both landing solid blows as they continue to trade shots between each other. Several other wrestlers, including Bobino, Jeff Watson and Big B. Brown rush in to stop each other. Within seconds, Brown throws an errant punch that hits Watson, and the two begin fighting with each other. Trey Spruance rushes in to help Sean, and runs into Bobino, and the two begin to throw punches. The entire backstage area is chaos as Cash Flo and Jude Maxwell enter the fray, with the one on one fighting eventually become a massive free for all.

The camera cuts out just as Spruance is thrown through a catering table and Killswitch smashes Jensen over the head with a large butane can, knocking him out.

The scene returns to a visible surprised Snapple and Lillehammer, who sit in stunned silence at what they just saw.

Snapple: What the hell?!? The backstage area is absolute chaos!!

Lillehammer: Ten points to Jensen for smashing that mother canucker in the mouth!

Snapple: Well, anyhow, while that is going on, we have a match coming up between TJ Tilli and Styxx's new apprentice, Cripsy!

Lillehammer: Oh yay. Announcer, take it away.

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall.

Snapple: Two debutants here to the Inferno brand tonight, It’s also quite Ironic that both men hail or reside in Australia.

Lillehammer: It’s also ironic that both people in the cornerman man roles share the exact same situation.

“Burn in My Light” by Mercy Drive hits as TJ Tilli along with Lara head out to a small ovation from the crowd. Tj is noticeably limping from his ankle injury.

Announcer: First, From Perth, Western Australia he is accompanied to the ring by Lara weighing in at 195lbs he is T.J TILLI!

Lillehammer: This guy is already at a massive disadvantage with his “injury” here tonight, I was already going to go against him so this should be a cake walk for his opponent.

Snapple: It’s no doubt a brave move in his attempt to make an impact but his opponent also has another advantage.

Lillehammer: He is being being trained by a living legend here at LPW.

TJ rolls into the ring whilst Lara stays on the outside. He stands facing the curtain with a solid look etched across his face.

“Were We Are Now” by Vanna replaces the music as Cripsy heads out confidently with Styxx with a cocky smile not to far behind.

Announcer: His opponent, from Wodonga, Victoria, Australia and accompanied by Styxx he weighs in at 230lbs.....CRIPSY.

Snapple: Cripsy could be the firm favourite heading into the match, oddly enough Styxx hasn’t entered the ring considering it’s the first time we’ve seen him since Sacrament.

Lillehammer: Maybe it’s because it’s about his protege and not him right now. He’ll speak when he’s good and ready to.

The bell sounds as both men go for a collar and elbow tieup., Tilli is quick on the offensive with an arm wring into an arm drag.

Snapple: Tilli is already on the ball and doing what he needs to do keeping Cripsy grounded in the earlier parts of the match.

Lillehammer: Styxx isn’t showing much emotion at ringside which is odd, normally he would have punched out the closest thing near him. Although now Cripsy is a little more fired up as he begins crunching the skull of Tilli with superb right hands.

Cripsy uses the momentum gained from driving Tilli back into the ropes and exectuting an Irish whip before meeting him with a flying clothesline on the return.

Lillehammer: Nice move from the first timer, if anything Styxx has prepared him to compete in front of a televised audeience.

Snapple: Cripsy now trying to keep an advantage as he sets him and connects with a crisp snap suplex. Lara is looking slightly concerned for her man out there.

Lillehammer: Tilli should talk to Jeff Watson, you can’t trust a damn woman anymore these days.

Snapple: What the hell are you implying?

Lillehammer: 50 bucks says anyone can get into her pants after a month.

Snapple: Once again Robert Lillehammer demonstrates the class and dignity he is widely know for. Cripsy now attempting to lift Tilli up again BUT TILLI WITH A SMALL PACKAGE!

Ref: 1..2.....KICKOUT!

Lillehammer: Almost a catastrophic result there for Cripsy, Styxx is screaming at him telling him to finish him off.

Snapple: Both men back up now and Cripsy with a swift chop block to the injured leg of Tj.

TJ yells in considerable pain as Cripsy unleashes with a series of stomps to the ankle area grabbing and wrenching the ankle in a modified ankle lock before quickly letting go.

Snapple: He had a submission applied but why did he let go.

Lillehammer: He doesn’t want the submission victory, he wants to make a statement tonight.

Cripsy picks Tilli off the mat and hooks his neck in preperation for the Cabin Pressure, Tilli counters the hold and manages to execute a swinging neckbreaker giving him some quick breathing room. Styxx goes ballistic at ringside and begins pulling out various weapons from under the ring.

Lillehammer: I think Styxx wanted to be out of here really quickly. But Tilli is being quite a handful here tonight as he has Cripsy hooked up and drops the young Australian down with a DDT.

Snapple: Tilli thinks the match is over as he’s heading to the turnbuckles and is...well he tried to climb the ropes but I guess there was too much pressure put on the ankle as he attmpted it as he’s hinch slightly in the corner in pain.

Lillehammer: Cripsy sees this....and he charges and rams both knees into Tilli’s back at full force.

Snapple: That could have broken or dislocated some ribs for certain and Cripsy wants to end it, he’s got Tilli in the middle of the ring and he’s hooked and a lovely looking Cabin Pressure. Hooks the leg.

Ref: 1...

2...........

3!

Cripsy (2.21 aps + 1.7 votes = 3.91 Total)
TJ Tilli (1.42 aps + 0.4 votes = 1.82 Total)

Styxx isn’t satisfied with the result and throws a steel chair into the ring as well as the ring steps before sliding in himself.

Lillehammer: I don’t think it’s going to get much better for Tilli now. Styxx with the chair and a massive shot to his head.

The massive echo from the chair connecting with Tilli’s head brings out an audiable gasp of shock from the audience. Styxx places the chair on Tilli’s torso as Cripsy climbs the turnbuckles.

Snapple: Ok, we get the point Cripsy won, the damn match and now a moonsault onto the chair crushing the sternum.

Lillehammer: Well, if he didn’t come into the match injured he’s definately leaving hurt. Wait Styxx has instructed Cripsy to wedge Tilli’s damaged ankle into the chair.

Snapple: And Styxx is picking up the damn ring steps, are they going to Pillmanize him with the...NO DON’T

Snapple is almost drowned out by two sounds, the first is the sound of the steels steps smashing into Tilli’s trapped leg in the chair. The second are gutteral screams from the victim.

Lillehammer: Wow, I can’t recall ever seeing such brutality in a simple form, now Styxx had gotten the mic this will be very interesting.

Styxx: CHAOS! You watching this? I hope you are because at the Night of Champions, I will do the same to you.

Snapple: What is he talking about?

Lillehammer: You didn’t hear? Let Styxx tell you.

Styxx: That’s right, that championship shot I beat NPD for a few months back. I’m cashing it in. It all ends one way or another.....oh and to make sure your boys don’t try and keep the belt around your waist or any other conspiracy plot you’ll try and cook up, because Cripsy will be in my corner. Count it down Manny........I am.

Snapple: So now at the Night of Champions it’s going to be Styxx vs Mass Chaos for the IHC?

Lillehammer: This incredible feud still has got life left in it but after what we just saw.....will Mass Chaos?

The Titantron flickers once, twice and the third time it goes completely dark. Fans in the arena look bewildered at one another and then the fans start to boo. All of the sudden, the Titantron cames back to life. The fans start to cheer, but become confused when instead of a normal interview spot, the crowd sees a single lit bulb on the Titantron. A man is seen standing off in the shadows, just out of the light. A small buzz begins in the crowd as the man starts to speak.

Man: All my life, I’ve lived a lie. You see, when, I was a kid, I used to play video games all day. I had very few friends because of my addiction to video games. The friends I did have were addicted to video games as well. As I got a bit older, my mother gave me, what she said was a sarcastic nickname.

The man stepped out of the shadows to reveal himself. A small cheer went up when the crowd realized it was the Inferno newcomer, Lazyking.

Lazyking: She called me Lazyking because she told me that she had never met someone so lazy. At first, I was mad at her, but did I try to prove her wrong?

Lazyking pauses as the crowd looks on.

Lazyking: No! I didn’t and when I was fourteen, my laziness actually saved my life.

Lazyking stepped closer to the camera and looked straight at the camera. The camera zoomed in on Lazyking’s chin to show a jagged scar.

Lazyking: At the time, I was two hundred and fifty pounds and could barely run five minutes without holding my chest. I was playing video games, when my mother came in. She said she was going to the grocery store with my brother and sister. I ignored her and continued playing Madden. She then quietly walked away and headed for her car.

A tear starts to roll down Lazyking’s cheek and he gritted his teeth and forced his next words out.

Lazyking: I paused the game, when I remembered to ask mother if she would buy me some more nutty bars.

Lazyking starts to laugh, which only brings more tears.

Lazyking: Like I was so desperate to get a fuckin nutty bar that I raised my fat ass off the couch and went to go to the front door to yell about the nutty bars. When I got to the front door though, I could see mom and my two siblings in the car.

Lazyking is full on babbling as the stunned crowd looks on.

Lazyking: I don’t know how, but I started to run as I saw mom turn her right hand, which made me run faster. I was still ten feet away, when it happened. Instead of the car starting, it clicked once and then the car exploded into a ball of flame.

Lazyking pointed at the scar on his chin and his green eyes filled with tears.

Lazyking: I got this scar from flying shrapnel that hit me, in the face, upper body and arms.

Pausing to regroup himself, Lazyking wipes the tears away.

Lazyking: If I wasn’t so fat, I would be dead just like my mother, brother and sister.

Reaching into his pants pocket, Lazyking pulled out a metal dog tag.

Lazyking: After my family was killed, I decided to join the army to better myself and I was asked what I would like my dog tag to say. You know what I told them?

Lazyking holds up the dog tag, which reads:

LAZYKING

Lazyking: That’s right, I decided that my mother’s nickname for me would be a reminder of who I am and what I cause with that name, DEATH!

Shaking with rage, Lazyking stares holes into the dog tag. Inside the arena, the crowd was eerily quiet. Lazyking turned his focus back to camera.

Lazyking: Every time I look at this, I see dead bodies. First it was my mother, brother and sister. Then my wife, Leah was killed and I blame all of it on this stupid name, but more importantly I blame myself.

Lazyking moves left out of camera view and pulls a metal trash can in front of the camera. He lights a match and then lightly tosses it into the can. He holds the dog tag over the burning flame.

Lazyking: Leah told me to be myself and I finally see what she meant.

Tossing the dog tag into the burning bin, Lazyking watches as the flames engulf his dog tag. Soon the dog tag is melted and no more. Lazyking turns back to the camera, and as the lens zooms in, Lazyking began to speak again.

Lazyking: I signed on to wrestle, here on LPW under the Inferno brand with a false name. I will now be known as “Assassin” Atlas Adams. The truth is, Lazyking is dead and Atlas Adams is born. My mission here on Inferno is simple. Eliminate anyone who stands in my way towards the top of Inferno. I’ve been overlooked here on Inferno and that is all about to change.

Atlas steps closer to the camera, which gives everyone an extreme close up on his face.

Atlas: The Kill Clock has just begun for all of my opponents on Inferno and anywhere else on LPW. The Assassin is ready, Are you?

Atlas walks away and the Titantron is filled with the burning trash can. The Titantron flickers and then becomes steady, but this time the Titantron shows the empty LPW ring.

[Killswitch]

The camera cuts into Mr. Samuels office where The Boss is currently on the phone.

Ham: That's right, you make sure everything is set-up just right. I want this to go down without a hitch.

As Samuels converses on the phone, a male Inferno staff quickly enters The Boss's office.

Staff Member: Mr. Samuels, your dre...

Without giving the man any eye contact, Ham quickly waves his hand to quiet the staff member.

Ham: Just do what is needed. I have other matters to attend.

As he hangs up the phone, he proceeds to directly stare at the staff member.

Ham: First, you didn't knock. Second, you have entered my office without permission. And Third, you now 5 seconds to tell why shouldn't fire you.

Staff Member: It's about your locker room.

Ham: Is it exactly how I asked for it to be right? It was written down.

Staff Member: To the letter, and catering has shown up as well.

Ham: Excellent. So... why shouldn't I fire you? You haven't given me any good reason for barging in here.

Staff Member: Well, there's a problem, we've tried to rectify it ourselves, but he refuses to leave and well, nobody wants to touch him.

Ham: God damnit, really, you're bringing this problem to me? Fine.

D.Hammond Samuels and the staff member quickly exit and make haste to The Boss's personal dressing room. As they enter the pristine room, a dirty man with long knotted hair, a hobo, is seen munching on the freshly delivered catered food. A bunch of security guards and staff members are simply watching the man. As Mr. Samuels approaches the man, the smell seemingly overpowers him and he slowly backs away.

Ham: Dear god. Sir, you seriously need to wash.

The Boss quickly circles the catered tabled to come face to face with the man, however, the man's face is mostly covered from the long hair.

Ham: Seriously, no one can get him out? Son, what is your name?

The hobo stops eating for a second.

Hobo: The name's Danny.

The man quickly resumes munching down. Hammond quickly waves over the security guards, when he seemingly stops and begins to ponder.

Ham: Nevermind, listen I just got an idea. This is a recession, people are broke, what better way to give something to the people, a man with obviously not one cent to his name, given a morsel of hope in this tough economy; a job. How about it, instead of eating away at my very expensive catering, I'll give you a job as a wrestler. You can entertain the masses, you can show that even in this industry, there is a glimmer of hope for anybody, especially a guy obviously down on his luck, as yourself. So what say you?

The man looks up at Ham and gives him a nod, then proceeds to walk into the personal restroom.

Ham: Excellent, well since this room has been contaminated, I'll simply change in my office. Make sure this room gets sterilized, and at least give the man some deodorant or maybe hang a pine freshener around his neck.

The Boss points at the staff member and waves him along as Mr. Samuels leaves the change room.

Ham: Well that should help the ratings a little, we'll call him “Boxcar” Danny. Should get some sympathetic viewers.

Staff Member: Yes sir.

Ham: Also, it seems I have now hired an extra worker here at LPW. I truly must re-balance the finances so... well, you're fired! You have 15 minutes.

The Boss waves over a few security guards as the staff member simply remains still and stunned.

Ham: Make sure he's out asap.

The security guards grab a hold of the staff member and quickly drag him away.

Ham: Well that felt good. And I also need to wash.

The camera quickly cuts away as D. Hammond Samuels quickly makes his way back to his office.

Snapple: A new wrestler, huh? Sounds like something that could work. Anyhow, get ready fans, we have a great match coming up now.

Lillehammer: It's now time for Jude Maxwell to destroy yet another “challenger” to his Television title.

Snapple: I won't deny that Jude has dominated since his debut, but anything's possible.

Lillehammer: Except Jude losing.

Bobino is already in the ring, pacing from side to side watching the entrance ramp. Maria is at ringside, looking on.

Announcer: This match is scheduled for one fall, and is for the LPW World...Television...Championship!

Announcer: Already in the ring, from Boston, Massachusetts, he is “The New Shit”, this is BOOOOOBINO!

Snapple: Earlier, we saw Maria, the ex-wife of Bobino's tag team partner Jeff Watson, side with Bobino over Jeff in an argument. You've got to wonder how that will effect their partnership.

Lillehammer: Hopefully not at all. Maria got knocked up by that drug-addicted super failure Trey Spruance. Jeff should just ignore the whore.

Snapple: Judging by the taunts being shouted at Maria by the fans here, I think they agree with you for once.

Lillehammer: As they always should.

“Revolution 9” by The Beatles begins to play to a chorus of boos as Jude Maxwell steps out, title around his waist and a near-expressionless look on his face as he walks down the ramp and enters the ring.

Announcer: And his opponent, from Tucson, Arizona, weighing two hundred and forty pounds, he is the LPW World Television Champion, the Nowhere Man... JUUUUDE... MAXWELL!!!

Lillehammer: Maxwell is simply unstoppable. Not even SoL could knock him off his throne.

Snapple: He came close.

Lillehammer: Bah. Regardless, there's no chance of us seeing the end of Jude's reign tonight.

Snapple: We'll see.

The bell rings, and Bobino attempts to grab Jude, who ducks under his arm and begins nailing him with wild punches upon turning around.

Snapple: Jude taking control right from the start! Grabs Bobino and drops him with a neckbreaker!

Lillehammer: This is what I was talking about earlier. Maxwell is a dominating beast.

Snapple: Maxwell drags Bobino to his feet, only for Bob to shove him back, surprising the Television champion., then hits him with a kick to the head!

Lillehammer: Bobino goes for a headlock, but Maxwell starts elbowing him before he can even get a decent grip on him.

Maxwell gets to his feet and grabs Bobino, bringing him down with a quick DDT.

Snapple: Maxwell with the DDT, and he wastes no time in beginning to work over Bobino's arm.

Lillehammer: Showing his dominance.

Snapple: Maxwell with the armbar, and I'm being informed we have a situation going on backstage.

The camera cuts to backstage, where Big B. Brown and Lazyking are involved in a fist-fight. Brown grabs Lazyking and throws him against the wall.

Lillehammer: The hell is going on there? Did Lazy steal fat boys food?

Snapple: Beats me, Lillehammer. We'll find out later, I suppose.

The camera cuts back in time for Jude lifting Bobino up and bodyslamming him.

Snapple: Jude with a legdrop to Bobino.

Lillehammer: This is just sad. The least Bobino could do is actually hit him.

Snapple: You just got your wish as Bobino manages to grab Jude's leg and yanks him down to the floor with him.

Lillehammer: I didn't wish for anything.

Snapple: Riight. Bobino goes for an ankle lock, but Jude rolls out of it. Gets to his feet, clothesline! And Bobino's down again.

Lillehammer: Then a stomp to the head for good measure.

Jude grabs Bobino's arm and drags him back to his feet. However, before he can continue his offense, Bobino nails him with a kick to the gut. He then turns and runs into the ropes and back at Jude, going for a clothesline. However, Jude ducks under it at the last second! And when Bobino comes running back, Jude catches him and raises him up onto his shoulders, then hitting him with the Helter Skelter!

Snapple: Helter Skelter! I think Bobino's out!

Jude drops down for the pin, however Jeff Watson makes his way down the entrance ramp to boos from the crowd.

Snapple: What is Jeff doing out here?

Lillehammer: Helping his partner, that's what.

Jeff reaches ringside, and begins to get up onto the apron. The referee shouts at him, and Jude takes a step toward him, and Jeff drops back down.

Lillehammer: What the hell was that? I've seen better attempts at interference from democrats!

Jude once again covers Bobino, as the referee drops down to make the count as Jeff watches on.

Snapple: One, two, three! Maxwell retains again!

Lillehammer: I told you so.

Announcer: Here is your winner, and STILL LPW WORLD TELEVISION CHAMPION...JUUUUDE MAXWELL!

Jude Maxwell (4.2 aps + 2.0 votes = 6.2 Total)
Bobino (0.0 aps + 0.1 votes = 0.1 Total)

Snapple: Maxwell adding another notch onto his undefeated streak. I want to know what the hell was going on with Jeff's “interference” though.

Jeff makes his way around and faces Maria. After a moment of staring at each other, he spits in her face to the delight of the crowd.

Lillehammer: Tell me we have that on replay.

Snapple: Well, the fans certainly enjoyed that.

Jeff grabs Bobino's leg and drags him out of the ring, and helps him to the back as Maria watches on in shock, and Jude stands in the ring, holding his Television title high.

Snapple: I wonder if anyone can actually dethrone Maxwell.

Lillehammer: Hah. Not likely.

We see Cash Flo walking backstage, dressed in a suit and his typical gold plated sunglasses. With him as always are Flame and Cotton, both dressed in mini skirts and looking hot.

Flame: So, like, what are we doing here Cash? I thought, like, you had the night off or something?

Cash Flo: I do, but like I done told you an hour ago, I got a call from Ham to come tonight. I think tonight’s the night when I finally join the ranks of the Illuminati.

Cotton: That’s cool, Cash. If anyone deserves to be in that stable, it’s you.

They pause outside Ham’s door. Cash fixes his hair and looks at his ladies.

Cash Flo: Do I look Flo-tastic?

They nod. Cash kisses both women on the cheek and then enters the office. We see Ham sitting behind the desk. He gestures for Cash Flo to take a seat and he does.

Cash Flo: You wanted to see me?

Ham: That’s why I called.

Cash Flo: First, let me just say that this is the best decision you’ve ever made.

Ham: (Cocks his head to the side) It is?

Cash Flo: Yeah. And I won’t let you down. The Illuminati will…

Ham: Hold on a second…the Illuminati?

Cash Flo: Yeah. Isn’t that why you called. To give me an invite?

Ham: (Laughs) Hell no, Cash. I called you here to tell you that the Money Shot is cancelled.

Cash Flo: (Clearly hurt) What?

Ham: Every time it comes on, we loose ratings. Face the music, Cash, nobody wants to see a segment involving the biggest jack ass in the LPW.

Cash Flo: Jack ass? But I’m the Icon!

Ham: Maybe in your own private world you’re the Icon, but in the LPW, you’re a joke. And do the world a favor, stop calling yourself an Icon. An Icon is to be earned, not self appointed by an ego maniac like you. Look at Sting, he earned that name by defeating the biggest names in the industry at the time, not because he felt he WAS an Icon. If you want, you should start calling yourself—“The Loser.”

Cash Flo: (Taking completely back by the insult, he shifts uncomfortably in his chair) But…

Ham: No buts, Cash. It’s over. The Money Shot is dead and after Blood Money, so are all your little pay-per-views. Also, while your hear, we need to start talking about your contract.

Cash Flo: (Clears his throat) My contract?

Ham: Yeah, it’s almost up. As of now, consider yourself on fucking notice. If you don’t start winning matches…you’re fired.

Cash Flo: You can’t fire me.

Ham: The hell I can’t. Shit, I could have you beaten to a blood pulp after you leave my office by the entire LPW roster if I so desired.

Cash Flo: This is bull shit! I won my last match.

Ham: So what…you’ve lost your last four! Now get the fuck out of my office before I change my mind and fire you right here on the spot.

Cash Flo gets up and leaves the room. Flame and Cotton smile at him, but he doesn’t say a word. He just walks down the hall as the girls struggle to catch up.

Cotton: Cash…what’s wrong?

Cash Flo: Nothing. We’re leaving.

Flame: Did you get in the stable?

Cash Flo: I don’t want to talk about it.

The scene fades

[Killswitch]

Snapple: Ladies and gentlemen we would like to turn your attention to something that happened last week right after our Main Event.

The cameras shift showing footage from last week during the Eddie vs. Al match for the Western States Heritage championship.

Al turns around is met with Eddie’s boot! Lowered Expectations 2K9 to the face of Al! Al goes down and Eddie covers, as the ref counts to three.

Announcer: And here is your winner, and STILL LPW Western States Heritage Champion... EDDIE... B.!!!

The ref hands Eddie the title belt and raises his arm up in victory. Eddie rolls out of the ring with the title. Al starts to get up, but all of a sudden is attacked from behind by White Falcon. Eddie witnesses the beat down from the ramp and pauses. He looks at his title belt in his hand, then at the ring – then rushes towards the ring to drive away White Falcon!

Kick Some Ass” by Stroke 9 plays and Ultramarcus rushes down the ramp and into the ring and starts laying into Eddie B. They start to brawl, but eventually Eddie gets the upper hand and starts to set up for Lowered Expectations when D. Hammond Samuels enters the ring and begins beating Eddie himself. Ultramarcus hooks Eddie and hits the Canadian Destroyer while D. Hammond Samuels grabs a mic.

Ham: Ladies and gentleman, the let me introduce to you, the newest member of The Illuminati, ULTRMARCUS!

Snapple: WHAT?!?!

Lillehammer: WHAT AN ADDITION TO THE ILLUMINATI!

Cameras shift back to tonight, and we see Snapple and Lillehammer at the broadcast booth.

Snapple: It looks like Ultramarcus has turned his back on Drew Michaels and his resistance, and sided with D. Hammond Samuels.

Lillehammer: I for one couldn’t be any prouder to have an athlete like Ultramarcus associated with D. Hammond Samuels. With those two men working together, things can only get better in LPW.

Snapple: Well of course all this is speculative because this is what happened after Inferno went off the air last week, take a look.

The camera pans back to last week as The D has finally caught up with Ultramarcus.

The D: Marcus, Marcus wait up!

Marcus continues to walk.

The D: Marcus, everyone is dying to know, just how long have you and D. Hammond Samuels been plotting together? And Why?

Marcus turns, looks at The D, and slowly takes the microphone out of his hand. He looks at it, looks at The D and just as slowly and deliberately speaks.

Marcus: No Comment. At this time.

And continues to walk, shutting the door behind him.

And back to today again.

Snapple: I for one would like some answers from Ultramarcus.

Kick Some ass by Stroke 9 hits as Ultramarcus enters the arena. He walks calmly down the ramp dressed in a black suit and tie, topped off by black sunglasses. The crowd boos him loudly but he doesn’t even pay attention as he strolls down to the ring with a smile. Marcus is handed a microphone and begins to speak.

Marcus: I suppose like the reveal in any good mystery film, when I attacked Eddie B last week, and aligned myself with D. Hammond Samuels, cementing my place in the Illuminati, you all turned to one another and wondered aloud “Why did he do that?”Well if you’re not smart enough to figure it out on your own, let me fill you in. Ladies and gentlemen, I’m no superhero. No, you see Heroes are not real. Heroes are a myth, works of fiction. The sad truth of our lives is that everyone is out for themselves. I think that maybe I did your kids a favour actually. See if I hadn’t walked away from Drew and Mass Chaos last week, and threw my chips in with Samuels, they might go their whole lives thinking that there was some hero out there watching out for them. In this world, there is nobody to care for you, but you. And you know what? Kids why don’t you come real close up to the television screen, scooch right up, turn the volume up for this one, because believe me, it is important. Kids. There is no Santa Claus. It’s all just your parents, same with the tooth fairy and the Easter bunny.

At this, the fans start to boo wildly. Marcus just smiles, and keeps speaking.

Marcus: There is no magic in the world, I mean come on, and do you REALLY think that a rabbit is traveling door to door delivering chocolate and candy? Does that make ANY sense to you? And you’re parents’, they don’t even do it because they love you. They do it because everyone else is doing it. They do it because if their kids don’t tell the neighbours about the amazing load of chocolate they filled their fat little faces with, then people will stop seeing them as good parents, and they might have to get off their asses and actually do some parenting, instead of sticking their kids in front of a television screen, and going to finish up the work they brought home with them. There is no magic, there are no heroes. Believing anything less is just weakness. I’m no hero, and I’m certainly not weak. Just ask Eddie.

Lillehammer got it right last week when he said it. Ultramarcus joining the Illuminati. WHAT an acquisition for the Illuminati. I’ve kicked Eddie around so much, it was practically my gimmick, I’ve beaten Wevv Mang, one of Inferno’s all time greats. Even my former partner/weak link Jaetyn Knightwash fell before me. And I don’t think that there is anyone short of D. Hammond Samuels himself that could stop me. And I have a feeling we’ll find out just who I could, and couldn’t take out. See this Illuminati ring I wear isn’t just for show. If any of you could pull yourselves away from your bongs for five minutes last week you would have heard that these rings give the members of the Illuminati TOTAL control over the matches they’re in. This ring grantees that I’ll never have to face off against Eddie B for the sixteen billionth time, unless it’s what I want! And when I do, it’s going to be on MY terms, and MY stipulations.

But come on, I’m not totally without a sense of competition. In fact, I’m feeling downright generous. I’m going to give some lucky upstart the chance to challenge me here tonight. The first person down to this ring gets put into a match with me here tonight, no tricks, and no stipulations. I’ll take anyone, just be the first person down and into this ring.

Things go silent as Marcus stops speaking momentarily.

Lillehammer: who’s going to make use of this opportunity?

Marcus: Nobody? Come on there’s got to be someone in the back with a death wish. Any takers?

“Money, Money, Money,” by the O’Jays comes over the PA as not Cash Flo, but his personal security gaurd, Dreadnaught starts a slow walk down the ramp and into the ring.

Marcus: Sorry man, I should have specified, I’m looking for wrestlers, not just security guards from the back.

Dreadnaught: I aint no security guard, I’m Dreadnaught, and you aint Shit son.

The crowd cheers wildly at this, but Dreadnaught seems to shrug it off without so much as a smile.

Marcus: Wait...its coming back to me now, aren’t you Cash Flo’s sidekick?

Dreadnaught: I’m my own man now, Cash just pays the bills, but I’m tired of seeing fools like you run their mouths, while the real work is done by men like me, so consider this my Inferno Debut.

With this Dreadnaught charges Ultramarcus, and connects with a savage looking clothesline. Marcus rolls out under the ring and starts walking around the apron, and grabs the timekeeper’s bell.

Snapple: If we’re going to have an impromptu match here tonight we could use a referee.

Lillehammer: How’s he going to start the match? Marcus has the bell!

Dreadnaught comes out of the ring, and starts running chasing after Marcus. Marcus keeps walking, but as his aggressor gets closer and closer, he turns around and hits him over the head with the bell, and Dreadnaught goes down.

Snapple:we don’t know much about Tyrone Smith, alias Dreadnaught, other than that he is Cash Flo’s bodyguard, looking to make a name for himself here tonight by taking out Ultramarcus. He’s going to need to get to his feet if he hopes to do that tonight.

Dreadnaught starts to get to his feet, and Marcus goes digging around under the ring apron. He pulls out a steel chair, and brings it back over to Dreadnaught who is now struggling to his feet, and has picked the ring bell back up. As Dreadnaught gets fully vertical, Marcus winds up and clocks him full speed with the steel chair. Dreadnaught goes back down hard. Marcus throws the chair into the ring, and then starts lifting Dreadnaught into the ring.

Snapple: we thought we were going to see an impromptu match tonight, it looks like more of a beat down, and Marcus seems to be getting the better of the much bigger, much more physically intimidating Dreadnaught here tonight.

Lillehammer: did you hear him quote me earlier?

Marcus finally successfully rolls Dreadnaught back into the ring, and grabs a hold of the steel chair. Dreadnaught turns over to his back and starts to crawl to his feet, but Marcus now, steps on his fingers, causing him to go limp. Marcus sets the chair up in the middle of the ring and begins to lift Dreadnaught to his feet. Dreadnaught gets vertical, and Marcus tucks his opponents head underneath his armpit, and suddenly and violently brings him down for a DDT on top of the chair. Marcus sits there fascinated for a moment looking like a man possessed.

Security and referees as well as EMT staff start to make their way down the ramp. Marcus picks up the steel chair and starts swatting it at anyone who tries to enter the ring. One referee slides into the ring, and Marcus unloads with the chair onto his back before he gets a chance to do anything, and another referee pulls him out. All parties seem eager to get into the ring, but nobody can make it with Marcus swinging the chair wildly, and violently. Marcus then stops swinging the chair, and locks the seat under Dreadnaughts head, and the bar across his windpipe.

Snapple: This is just disgusting, he’s already knocked out! This could threaten his career.

Lillehammer: do YOU want to get in the ring and tell him that?

Snapple: It would be a lot better than just sitting here watching, and trying to remain objective, dammit!

Marcus locks the chair around his throat and as EMTs and Security begin to swarm into the ring he pulls the trigger and steps on the chair using all his weight for almost 10 seconds before anyone can get to him, and stop him. Security takes him to one corner of the ring, Marcus puts his hands up and stops resisting, but they still block his movements. The Paramedics motion to the back, someone throws up their hands in an X. More paramedics run down the ramp carrying a spinal board with them, and in the middle of the ring, Dreadnaught begins to cough up blood. The Paramedics move the chair, but do their best not to tough his neck otherwise, as they load him onto the spinal board. Security and the referees keep a hold of Marcus who isn’t going anywhere. The paramedics get Dreadnaught loaded up and start to wheel him out, but don’t get very far, before Marcus starts to go berserk and starts taking out security guards one by one, along with the referees. Rights and lefts flying everywhere, as Marcus escapes the corner and manages to roll out of the ring and heads straight for the paramedics. Security chases after him, and the Paramedics make it to about halfway up the ramp before Marcus catches up with them, and shoves the spinal board over on its side, while fighting off paramedics. Marcus is definitely showing signs of tiredness, but keeps fighting paramedics, security and referees on all sides. Eventually security piles on top of the man without fear, as the paramedics start to check on Dreadnaught again, and we head to a commercial break.

Lillehammer: This next match should be interesting to say the least. A young talent who has been trying to establish himself in the LPW and a vet, dead set on improving his current image—tainted by a two-timing slut of a wife.

Snapple: That’s a bit harsh isn’t it?

Lillehammer: Harsh? Give me a break Mr. Goody-good Shoes…that bitch took Jeff through the darkest regions of hell and back again all for a little dick. And not just anyone’s slong, it belonged to Trey Spruce.

Snapple: I think I speak for Watson when I say…let us focus on the match and not the dirty history he’s trying to move on from. I promise we’ll see retribution one night when Jeff and Trey finally go toe to toe, but tonight, its all about Watson and Blaze.

Announcer: Making his way to the ring is DAAAAMIEEEN BLAAAAZE!!!

Snapple: Damien Blaze really demonstrated some talent at Cash Flo’s pay-per-view, Million Dollar Tourney!

Lillehammer: True. He showed us a little bit of what he has to offer the fans, but he still has a long way to go to become an established name in the LPW.

Snapple: That might be true. But should he continue down the path he’s established there, he could have a great career!

Blaze marches to the ring as his music cuts through the arena like nails across a blackboard. He gets a decent pop, but nothing to write home about. He climbs into the ring and gets up on the nearest turnbuckle, playing up to the fans who give him a nice reaction.

Lillehammer: Sometimes I think your on crack, Snapple. You are always saying things like, “future of the business” or “this match has match of the year stamped all over it,” but you’ve been proven wrong more times than right.

Announcer: And his opponent, from Miami, Florida…JEEEEFF WAAAATSOOOON!!!

“Take you there,” by Sean Kingston comes over the speakers as Watson appears on the ramp. Fans go ape shit as he runs to the ring and slides in. He climbs a nearby turnbuckle and plays up to the fans as Blaze watches from the outside of the ring.

Lillehammer: In spite of having such a shitty life in recent months, Jeff looks revitalized and ready to move to that next level in the business.

Snapple: Yeah, I would have to agree with you there. After the affair news broke, Watson just wasn’t the same. He was a mess. And let’s be honest, his career kind of flopped for a bit.

Lillehammer: In wrestling you have to be focused on the man in front of you, because he’s out here to break and snap you in half. Watson was so focused on finding out who planted the pipe in his wife’s ass that he forgot that and ended up paying for it dearly.

Watson runs over to another corner for the fans, but Blaze cuts him off with a clothesline. Blaze pounces on Watson and starts landing lefts and rights as the referee calls for the bell.

Snapple: Looks like this match is officially underway! Blaze isn’t wasting anytime here tonight as he takes the fight right to Watson. Here’s a snap suplex and a quick lionsault off the rope by Blaze. Nicely done by the rookie.

Lillehammer: Yeah, if he wants to beat Watson, he’s got to stay focused and move in quick for the kill.

Snapple: Blaze picking up Watson…nice European uppercut there, flowed by a nice spinning heel kick to the gut. Watson is down again and clearly in a lot of pain.

Lillehammer: Yeah, there was not restraint in that kick by Blaze. He’s picking up Watson and sending him into the corner. Blaze goes for a splash, but Watson moves out of the way at the last second and the rook bounces his chest off the turnbuckle!!! Blaze stumbling out and right into an over-the-head German suplex.

Snapple: Blaze stumbling to his feet and, watch out, GORE by Watson!!! Wow, that flipped the rook inside out. Regardless of his checkered past, Watson has always been a great wrestler.

Lillehammer: Great wrestler? This is the guy who got caught by SoL from his stable because he couldn’t win a damn match. You call that being a great wrestler?

Watson picks up Blaze, hits a few chops, and then whips him off the ropes. As Blaze comes off, Blaze hits a beautiful missile drop kick. Blaze and Watson get up around the same time. Blaze charges at Watson, but misses with a clothesline. Watson quickly counters with a series of stiff shots and a snap suplex. Watson quickly locks on a sharpshooter in the center of the ring.

Snapple: Vintage Watson here tonight. Taking the fight directly to his opponent and then trying to wear him down with good mat wrestling.

Lillehammer: And poor Blaze finds himself in a tight spot! Let’s see how the rook handles a little applied pressure by Watson.

Snapple: Blaze trying to fight through the pain and make it over to the ropes. But Watson has the maneuver expertly applied. I don’t think the rook can take it much longer and might just tap.

Lillehammer: Giving up on the future superstar all ready? Like I said, you change your mind about things more than a girl trying to pick out an outfit. Look at Blaze, crawling towards those ropes. He’s inches away…all he has to do is reach out…and…he got it. Referee is calling for the break.

Snapple: Watson doesn’t seem to care. Look at the way he slaps the kid and then picks him up. Stiff kick to gut followed by an atomic drop with authority. Watson with a nice fisherman’s suplex! And the cover…look at that…he’s trying to end this thing quick.

Lillehammer: Of course he is. I wouldn’t be surprised if Watson doesn’t even see Blaze in the ring. I bet he imagines getting his hands on Trey Spruce!

The referee starts making the count, but Watson picks up Blaze by the three. Watson picks up Blaze and sends him into the corner. He goes in and hits a big time body splash. Watson sets Blaze up on the top turnbuckle and starts climbing up after him. Watson is going for a superplex, but Blaze is trying to fight his way out of it.

Snapple: If Watson hits this, it might be over for Blaze. Look at those kidney shots Blaze is landing in an effort to break free.

Lillehammer: I might have to agree with you there partner. The last thing Blaze wants is to be hit with that move. If I know anything by Watson, it would be followed by another submission.

Snapple: But Blaze isn’t having any of that. Rake of the eyes and he pushes off Watson, but he landed on his feet. Look at Watson, racing up the turnbuckle, grabbing Blaze by the arm, and hitting a vicious arm breaker into a triangle choke! Wow, what a move there by Watson.

Lillehammer Good ring awareness by Blaze, he’s got his foot on the ropes and again avoids defeat.

Snapple: Watson breaking the hold, picks up Blaze, and sends him into the ropes, but Blaze catches and locks on. Watson charging for a clothesline, but wait, Blaze monkey flips over to the floor!

Lillehammer: Nice reversal by Blaze, who avoided certain decapitation by a fraction of an inch.

Blaze catches his breath as Watson gets to his feet outside. Once he’s up, Blaze sling shots over the top rope and takes out Watson with a nice hurricarana! Blaze picks up Watson and sends him hard into the security wall. Blaze charges and clotheslines Watson into the fans.

Lillehammer: Looks like things just got interesting as the match heads into no-man’s land.

Snapple: The referee has a lot of work to do if he wants to get these guys back into the ring. But look at Blaze, going right after Watson with a few elbows to the back and a nicely placed drop kick to Watson!

Lillehammer: Being in the business for as long as we have, we both now how quickly the tides can change. Blaze needs to keep up this momentum and keep Watson grounded and running if he wants to walk away with a win here tonight.

Snapple: Blaze picking up Watson, but wait, eye rake and the rook is blinded. Watson with a low blow followed by a DDT right on the concrete. Hey, Lillehammer, look at the sign over there. Does that say what I think it does?

Lillehammer: Yeah…it says, “I fucked Watson’s wife and Watson ate my spunk.” Oh shit, look, Watson sees it.

Snapple: This can’t be good. Watson just rushed the fan and speared him and has locked on a rear choke hold!!! Oh Christ, this can’t be good for the LPW.

Lillehammer: Or the fan! I think I smell a lawsuit.

Snapple: But can you blame Watson for that? Its obvious the guy has some deep rooted issues. Look at that, some guys are now jumping on Watson and trying to pull him off the fan.

Lillehammer: Here comes Blaze…but he’s not going after Watson, he’s going after the fans. Where the hell is the security?

Blaze punches a fan in the face, knocking him to the floor. Another fan goes for Blaze, but gets clotheslined for his efforts. Watson finally breaks the hold as a handful of security rush onto the scene breaking up the melee.

Snapple: Finally a little order being introduced to the fray. Watson’s not having any of it though as he continues yelling and attacking fans.

Lillehammer: I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything like this before. The referee is finally there telling the guys to get back into the ring!

Snapple: Blaze just hit Watson from behind and locks on a headlock. He’s escorting Watson back towards the ring by force, which might be the only way to get through to him at this point. Wait a second, back body drop by Watson on Blaze! Watson now stomping a mud hole in him.

Lillehammer: This is insane, that’s all I’ve got to say. Ham better to do something about this—hand out some fines or a possible suspension. Look at the guy Watson attacked, he’s puking blood!

Snapple: At least Watson seems focused now as he continues attacking Blaze. Watson just tossed him over that guard rail like it was no big thing!

Watson climbs over, picks up Blaze and sends him hard into the ring steps. A fan nearby wearing a Trey Spruce shirt gets a little more than he bargained for when Watson punches him in the face. Watson then goes over, picks up Blaze, and tosses him back into the ring.

Lillehammer: Oh man, did you see that? That fan just got the shit knocked out of him by that mean hook. I suppose we should count our lucky stars that the guys are back in the ring and away from the fans.

Snapple: But the damage has been done, man. That corner looks like a mosh pit as fans continue warring with security!

Lillehammer: Regardless of that, Watson has continued his assault on Blaze. He’s going for another figure four, but Blaze somehow manages to fight him off.

Snapple: Blaze is up, Watson goes for a clothesline, but misses. Blaze connects with a bull dog! Blaze climbs the nearby turnbuckle and leaps off, going for a Shooting Star Press and it…hits its mark. Here’s a pin attempt! ONE…TWO…KICK OUT! Wow, that was close.

Lillehammer: In this business close doesn’t count for much. Blaze picking up Watson, sends him into the ropes, but misses with a super kick. Watson behind him and hits the Cyclone Drop!!! Where the hell did that come from?

Snapple: I don’t know…but wait, looks whose coming down the ramp! It’s Maria. What the hell is she doing out here?

Lillehammer: I don’t know. But judging by the way Jeff is watching her, he doesn’t know either. Come on Jeff, focus and take out Blaze. I mean shit, the guy is down and out.

Snapple: Is she still managing Jeff?

Lillehammer: I don’t know. That’s something we need to find out, but as far as I know, she’s still technically his manager.

Maria is standing outside the ring looking up at Jeff, who is shouting at her. Blaze staggers to his feet behind Jeff and quickly hits an over-the-head German suplex into a bridge. The referee drops and starts the count, but Jeff kicks out by two. Blaze, shakes off the cobwebs and, as Jeff gets up, kicks him right in the face with a brutal shot. Blaze climbs the nearby turnbuckle and leaps off, hitting a beautiful Frog Splash. He quickly hooks the leg.

Snapple: Nice move there by Blaze, followed quick by a pin attempt. ONE…TWO…KICK OUT. That was close for Jeff, who up until Maria’s arrival, had Blaze’s number.

Lillehammer: And if Maria is still his manager, she sure is doing a shitty job at it. She’s supposed to help her man win, not cost him the match.

Snapple: Blaze picks up Jeff and sends him into the corner. Nice splash and bull dog combo by the rook. Seems he’s got a second wind. Perhaps Maria should be his manager, because she appears to be working some special sort of magic on him.

Lillehammer: That might not be such a bad idea. Blaze keeping the pressure on with some stiff rising knee lefts to the side of Watson’s head. He scoops him up and hits a fall away slam. Blaze quickly to his feet, Watson up, but not for long…WOW, what a spear by Blaze!!!

Snapple: Look at Maria, rushing around the ring yelling like a banshee.

Lillehammer: Is that what’s she’s doing? I thought she sounded like a tramp getting a big hard pounding!

Snapple: Christ man, that’s not right. Blaze picking up Watson, nice series of knife edge chops, followed by an atomic drop, clothesline combo. This kid is showing what he’s got here tonight! Wait a minute, look who just came in out of the crowd, it’s Al Boo Boo.

Lillehammer: What the hell is he doing here?

Snapple: I don’t know. Look at Maria, dancing on the apron and getting the referee’s attention. Here comes Al Boo Boo behind Blaze, kick to the gut, and a brutal Vertabreaker!!!

Lillehammer: Nobody saw it. Maria dropping to the outside as Watson gets to his feet. He’s sees Blaze down, but hasn’t spotted Boo yet. Watson picks up Blaze and hits the Cyclone Drop. Here’s the cover.

Snapple: One…two…three…and this one’s over!!!

Jeff Watson ( 3.6 aps)
Damien Blaze (3.5 aps)

Lillehammer: Jeff Watson has beaten Blaze, but here comes Boo Boo. Look at Watson, I think he just realized what happened.

Watson looks down at Blaze then back at Al Boo Boo clapping. Jeff shakes his head as Boo Boo comes over to raise his hand. Watson pulls away and takes a few steps back.

Lillehammer: Jeff Watson is pissed. He wanted to win this match on his own, not be helped by Al Boo Boo. And look at Maria, coming in there and trying to calm him down. But Watson is clearly not having any of it. Days like this I wish I had superman’s hearing abilities, because I’d love to hear what’s going on.

Snapple: Boo is trying to explain himself, but Watson is having nothing to do with it. Look at Maria, that bitch, jumping to Boo Boo’s side.

Lillehammer: Are they sleeping together now?

Snapple: Would you be surprised if they were? Shit, she’s slept with almost everyone on the roster.

Lillehammer: Makes me want to be on the active roster again.

Snapple: Jeff is getting out of the ring and heading towards the back. Look at his face, he looks…what’s another word to describe furious.

Lillehammer: I’m not a fucking English teacher. Who gives a shit. Fact remains, Watson won thanks to Al Boo Boo and Maria’s interference. That can’t sit well on Jeff Watson’s shoulders.

Jeff disappears backstage as Al Boo Boo remains in the ring, getting ready for his next match. A few moments later, Maria kisses Boo Boo’s cheek and then slides out of the ring.

Snapple: Well fans, we’ll keep you posted on what’s going on. In the meantime, we need to take a short break, but when we return, it's the the co-main events!

The scene cuts to the back where SoL and his associate Cash Flo are walking through the back, talking.

SoL: Listen kid, I know Ham was a little rough on you earlier but don’t worry, I’m going to pick your spirits up big time because we are going out for a night on the town like the superstars we are! I’m talking riding in the best cars to the best clubs to pick up the best women!

Cash: I think I might need to stay here, make some type of impact or something…

SoL: Forget that noise kid, the only impact you need is to stay with the New Breed! You being seen on the town with me will be wonderful for your career, everyone will be lining up to see the New Breed and when they do they will see you too! Ham won’t cut someone with that kind of exposure and he knows it. Now come on, my driver should be here in a minute.

SoL wraps his arm around a hesitant Cash Flo’s shoulders and pulls him through the door leading out of the arena as we fade to commercial…

[Killswitch]

Snapple: Ladies and gentlemen, this is LPW Inferno and you’re back live with us! It’s also time for our main event!

Lillehammer: You mean our double-header main event, where the Illuminati absolutely have their way with the stars of Inferno!

Snapple: That’s also what it is, and I have utter confidence in our guys to stave off this plague that’s overcoming LPW!

Lillehammer: Plague? They’re not a plague, the Illuminati is a god-damn blessing!

Snapple: I think a couple of our stars will have something to say about that...

”The Next Episode” by Snoop Dogg plays and the crowd goes wild for Al Boo Boo, part of the show’s first of two main events.

Announcer: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from San Francisco, California, weighing two hundred and thirty pounds, this is... AL... BOO BOO!!!

Snapple: Here comes Al and following last show’s loss to Eddie in a rematch for the Western States Heritage title, not to mention a disturbing run-in by the newest member of the Illuminati, Ultramarcus, I’m sure he’s pretty determined to give it his all tonight.

Lillehammer: Al Boo Boo is no longer relevant to Inferno ever since he lost the title he didn’t deserve to wear.

Snapple: That’s a little harsh, but I can’t say I’m really surprised by anything you say anymore.

”Hail Mary” by Tupac plays and the crowd boos as Ham comes down.

Announcer: And his opponent, from Tombstone, Arizona, weighing two hundred and thirty-five pounds, he is the CEO of Inferno... D... HAMMOND... SAMUELS!!!

Snapple: And here’s Ham, with a smug look on his face. It’s almost disgusting.

Lillehammer: That’s because that’s the look of power, something I’m not surprised that you’re not overly familiar with.

Snapple: I hate Ham. You know that.

Lillehammer: Better watch your words, buddy, you might end up on the unemployment line sooner than you think if you keep up like that.

Snapple: Yeah, and here I am, calling your bluff.

Lillehammer: Heh, see you soon.

Ham climbs into the ring while the ref stands in front of Al to hold him back if ever he decides to jump Ham as he makes his entrance. Ham takes a corner as the ref checks up on him. The ref brings them closer as he calls for the bell, but as soon as the bell finishes ringing, Ham motions for the ref to ring the bell again. The ref hesitates, but Ham argues further, and possibly flaunts his authority, forcing the ref to ring it, leaving Al dumbfounded.

D. Hammond Samuels (3.36 aps + 0.9 votes = 4.26 Total)
Al Boo Boo (2.13 aps + 0.6 votes = 2.73 Total)

Snapple: What the hell? Why did he have it rung?

Lillehammer: Hmm, that’s interesting.

Snapple: Ham is climbing out of the ring and getting a mic to explain this new stunt he’s pulling.

Ham: I’m sorry, Al, I know you’ve probably been looking forward to try and “teach me a lesson”, but I’m afraid that your wrestling gear is not up to par with the standards we have here at LPW. This is hard for me to do, trust me, but I’m going to have to disqualify you.

Absolutely huge heat for Ham with this stunt.

Snapple: Inappropriate wrestling gear? How is Al’s attire “inappropriate”? Most of all, when the hell have we ever disqualified someone for wearing “inappropriate wrestling gear”?

Lillehammer: Please, Snapple, we are an upstanding wrestling company. We can’t have ruffians like Al dressed like thugs, especially in our main event!

Snapple: Lies! This is just another cowardly stunt the Illuminati is pulling to flaunt their chokehold over the LPW.

Lillehammer: And I must say, I am actually pretty entertained.

Snapple: This is bullshit. Downright absolute bullshit.

Al is arguing with Ham and the ref, while Ham proceeds to ignore his protests. Meanwhile, Krimson Mask, Ultramarcus and Red run down to the ring.

Snapple: What? What’s going on?

Lillehammer: Please, you don’t have to be a genius to figure it out. You know what’s about to go down.

Al does not see Mask sneak up behind him and this leaves him open for a deadly cheap shot, sending Al to the floor, and this quickly proceeds and descends into a brutal beatdown!

Snapple: Oh, come on! This is so uncalled for!

Lillehammer: Really? Because I don’t really mind.

Snapple: You’re a heartless bastard, and so is the rest of the Illuminati!

Lillehammer: Hey, you want to be next?

Snapple: Empty threats coming from you of all people, somebody should get down here and stop this!

Lillehammer: Cry for help all you want, nobody’s going to come and save Al!

Snapple: The Illuminati is just brutalizing Al undeservedly, and for the love of God somebody’s gotta come down here and try to even the odds! Please!

Lillehammer: Instead of losing your cool, just appreciate it.

Snapple: Ultramarcus has Al picked up and Huge Boot by Mask sending Al straight into the waiting arms of Ham. Ham with a vicious elbow to the head of Al and Ultramarcus with a devastating DDT on the staggering Al. Come on this needs to end.

Lillehammer: Ah, you need to appreciate the finer things in life, this is like watching a finely tune orchestra.

Snapple: You sicken me Lillehammer, these three men are kicking away at Al and FINALLY!!!! Here comes Micheals, Chaos and SoR!!!! Finally some common sense.

As the three men rush down the steel ramp, out from the crowd, Ham's PERC squad quickly jumps over the safety railing, fully covered in their riot gear and armed with tazers. The three men quickly stop in their tracks as the PERC squad aim their weapons at them. Meanwhile, Ultramarcus and Mask continue their assault on Al in the ring.

Ham: Nice for you three to join us at ringside, however, if any one of those three moves, shoot them.

Lillehammer: There. You see, that's how you show who's in command. Those three have no right storming the ring like that and all should be fired.

Snapple: Thi... this is ridiculous. Really? What the hell is happening around here? Al is bloody mess in the ring, he can't defend himself at this point. There is no longer any need for this. And oh my god THE END by Krimson Mask right to the outside. Al is practically convulsing here.

Lillehammer: Quiet, you're ruining this beautiful symphony.

Ultramarcus quickly slides out of the ring and drags Al's body to the steel safety rail and proceeds to handcuff Al to it as a chorus of boos and debris is thrown from the crowd. In the meanwhile, little Red hands Ham a microphone, as he and Red leave the ring towards the announce table.

Ham: Now down to business.

Snapple: What the hell was that then?

Lillehammer: The Boss is speaking, show some damn respect.

Ham: First of all, Snapple, get out of that chair.

Little Red removes Snapple's headset off of his head and with a stern look from Ham, Snapple quickly gets off of the chair. As Snapple stares on, Ham slowly sits down in Snapples's chair and makes himself comfortable.

Ham: You really do have the best seat in the house Snapple. Well, now there is no need for you, I can't very well have my play by play commentators call the matches standing up so... get your ass out of here and out of MY arena. You're fired!

Snapple simply stands there in amazement, and is escorted backstage by one of the PERC squad. The crowd continues to boo.

Lillehammer: Now that is one smart move boss.

Ham: Don't make me add you to that list. Now we still have our main-event, so please allow our esteemed guest in SoR to join Krimson Mask in the ring. Oh and this is now, a no-DQ match. Please hurry, I'd hate to keep Mask waiting.

Red: Teehee, am I on?

Lillehammer: You sure are, well I'd like to welcome little Red, Ultramarcus and of course Mr. Samuels to the announce table.

Ham: I appreciate the formalities, but you'll be calling the play by play this time around.

Lillehammer: I'm sure i can do it much better than my former counterpart. Well SoR is in the ring now and the referee calls for the bell. SoR quickly takes it to Mask with a quick elbow to the head. SoR quickly with multiple strikes to Mask, causing Mask to stagger a lit bit.

Red: Doncha worry, my Krimmy is waiting for the right moment.

Lillehammer: Mask attempts a clothesline, but SoR quickly dodges the giant arm with a devastating knee right to Mask's abdomen. Mask bends and a quick DDT by SoR and a quick pin attempt as well.

One... - Kick out by Mask.

Ultramarcus: Aha!! Did you see that? You can't keep that man down.

Lillehammer: I didn't expect it either. Mask attempts to get to his feet and SoR driving his elbow to the back of Mask's head. And he's not stopping there with rapid closes fist strikes to the back of Masks' head.

Red: Can't you see it, Krimmy is okay, see he's back to his feet.

Lillehammer: Well SoR is definitely on a mission right now. SoR quickly bounces off the rope and clothesline right on Mask and Mask simply took one step back. SoR attempts the clothesline again, but Mask stick his huge boot out but Repo runs under Mask's foot, bounces off the opposing rope and Lou Thesz Press... but Mask has him in a huge bear hug.

Ham: Well looks like Repo just ended up somewhere he shouldn't be. If he would simply learn to keep his nose out of my affairs, he could be enjoying his night.

Lillehammer: There's no doubt he is not enjoying it right now, Mask is digging deep with his arms right in the lower back of Repo. You can hear the faint sounds of pain as he tries to resist.

Red: This is so exciting!

Lillehammer: Mask releases the hold and quickly scoops him for a hard slam to the mat. Repo definitely felt that one. Repo slowly gets back to his feet but Mask picks him right off of his feet with his throat. Repo is simply being choked up in the air.

Ultramarcus: Now that's some power. How can you not be impressed by that?

Lillehammer: I'm always impressed by Mask. Repo is trying to break the choke with kicks to Mask's abdomen but Mask simply tosses Repo into the corner turnbuckle. Mask quickly charges at Repo and Repo ducked!! Mask went full force into that turnbuckle. Repo quickly grabs a hold of Mask's head and neckbreaker.

Red: Noooo Krimmy get up!!!

Lillehammer: Mask is trying to get up but Repo is continuously kicking Mask's arm from underneath him. Mask again tries to get up and Repo has Mask by the head and pants and he rushes him right under the turnbuckle into the steel post!!! That was totally uncalled for.

Ham: You can leave it to Repo to attempt underhanded tactics such as that. Colour me un-impressed however.

Lillehammer: Mask pulls himself out of his predicament and knife edged chop to the chest by Repo. Repo again with another knife edge chop, and Mask leans against the turnbuckle. Repo attempts a third a chop and Repo is down on the ground with a hard clothesline from Mask. Both men are back to their feet and uppercut by Mask!! Repo spins around from the blow and Full Nelson Slam by Mask!!! Repo is in trouble.

Red: See, see!!! That meany tried to hurt my Krimmy, but he had none of that, no sir-e!

Lillehammer: Mask isn't quite done with Repo as he picks him right back up and Irish whip towards the corner. Mask quickly follows through with a huge clothesline!!! Repo is down on the ground.

Ultramarcus: Repo should say a prayer here, he's lucky he still even has his head here.

Lillehammer: Mask goes to grab Repo yet again, and Repo just kicked the knee out from Mask. Repo is back quickly to his feet yet again, he bounces off the ropes and SPINEBUSTER by Mask! Repo is just twitching in the ring. Yet Mask isn't pinning him, he's picking him back up yet again!

Ham: Repo will not be pinned here. There is to be consequences to his actions, he will quickly learn them tonight.

Lillehammer: Mask has Repo by the head and simply chucks him over the top rope. Yet Repo has managed to grab a hold of that top rope.

Red: Krimmy!!! Turn around!!

Lillehammer: Mask approaches Repo and a solid right to the face by Repo. Mask approaches again and a solid left this time from Repo! Mask lunges at Repo yet Repo ducks!! Repo attempts at a shoulder to Mask's abdomen but Mask strikes him hard right to the head with a knee.

Ultramarcus: Seems to me poor little Repo here is getting desperate.

Lillehammer: Repo is dangling on that second rope and Mask with a leaping leg drop, but Repo pull himself out of the way!!!

Red: His toochie is going to be sore.

Lillehammer: Repo quickly climbs back inside the ring, and the top turnbuckle and flying drop kick to the seated Mask! Mask is grasping at his face, but Repo is back up and he's just pulled out the protective padding on the turnbuckle.

Ham: See, I'm not at all surprised by this.

Lillehammer: Mask has found himself back to his feet and Repo charges right into the waiting hand of Mask!! Mask with a chokeslam, but Repo floats over!! Repo lands behind the big monster and a quick Russian Leg Sweep by Repo. Repo jumps on top of Repo's back and he's got him in a arm choke Camel Clutch like move!! And Repo is striking the side of Mask's head with his free hand!!!

Ultramarcus: I've seen eno...

Lillehammer: Repo with repeated close fist strikes and Repo's fist is apparently all bloody!! Not sure if it's from Repo or Mask's head! The referee is checking and SuperKick by Ultramarcus to the back of Repo's head!!! And out comes Ultramarcus back to the announce table again.

Ultramarcus: Bet you he didn't see that one coming.

Lillehammer: I doubt that, he's still trying to regain his senses there on the mat. Both men are having a hard time to get back to their feet. Repo takes a swing and it's blocked by Mask who quickly gives an Uppercut to Repo. Mask quickly grabs his arm and Irish whip to the exposed turnbuckle, but Repo reverses!!! and Mask just struck that exposed turnbuckle!!!

Red: Krimmy took a big owwie!

Lillehammer: Repo charges at Mask and Stungun!!! Repo is up in the air and face plant right on the exposed steel post!!! Repo just got his face split open! He staggers back and BLOODKLOT!!! from Mask!! Mask slowly goes for the pin.

One...
Two...
Thr – Kick-out by SoR!!!

Ham: Why does he resist? He's only prolonging the inevitable.

Lillehammer: Repo crawls to the rope and uses them to get back to his feet, he's definitely wearing the crimson mask himself. Repo is staggering and Mask quickly charges at him with a clothesline and OH NO!!! Back Body Drop by Repo and Mask just got sent hard to the outside the outside!

Red: KRIMMY!!!

Lillehammer: Well Repo is trying to regain his composure in the ring, and little Red is checking up on Krimson Mask as we speak. Mask is slowly trying to get to his feet and Repo with a flying crossbody from the ring apron and both men are down and so is Red!! Repo slowly gets back to his feet but little Red has just jumped on his back!!!

Ham: Argh, what's that girl doing?

Lillehammer: Repo shakes her off his back and Big Boot by Mask!!! Repo is down again! And here comes Red running back to the announce table.

Red: He's such a big meaney!!!

Lillehammer: Mask picks Repo man up and he's got him up in a Gorilla Press! He approaches the the safety guardrail and Repo knees Mask in the head!! Repo falls behind Mask and Drop Toe Hold by Repo right on the safety guard rail!!! Mask is down and he's clutching at his face!!!

Lillehammer looks for comments from Ham, Red or Ultramarcus, but none of them say anything.

Lillehammer: Alrighty, Repo kicks down Mask again. Mask slowly climbs back to his feet and this time Repo picks up the steel stairs and rams them right into Mask's face yet again!!! Mask is down, and Repo picks him up and sends him into the ring.

Ultramarcus: About time, the action is suppose to be in the ring.

Lillehammer: That's for sure. Repo rolls into the ring as well, Repo with a huge kick to the abdomen, Repo picks Mask up and PAYMENT DUE!! Repo quickly goes for the cover...

Red: NOOOO!!!

One...
Two...
Thre - Kick-out by Mask!!!

Ham: Poor Repo, he looks totally shocked. Did he really think it would be that easy.

Red: Yup, me too!

Lillehammer: Repo is in total disbelief, and he quickly rolls out of the ring. He's lifting up the ring apron.

Ultramarcus: I don't thi.,.

Lillehammer: Well Ultramarcus has left the booth again, he's charging towards Repo and OH MY REPUPLICAN GOODNESS!!! Repo just took Ultramarcus down with that crowbar of his!!! Ultramarcus is busted wide open and he looks to be completely out cold.

Red: That's no fair!!! Hammy do something!

Lillehammer: Repo rolls into the ring and disgusting gut shot by Repo with that crowbar to Mask. Mask is hurting, Repo bounces off the ropes, he charging with that crowbar and KICK to the guy by Mask and BLOODRUSH DDT!!! Repo ran right into that one. Mask rolls him over and lays down on him for the pin.

Red: YAY!!!

One...
Two...
Thre – Kick Out by SoR!!!

Lillehammer: OMG!! How the hell did he kick out? He should have hooked the legs!! Both men are completely exhausted here as they both are sprawling towards on the mat. Mask is getting back to his feet and Repo is crawling towards his crowbar.

Red: Come on, get him, I don't wanna see anymore boo-boos on my Krimmy.

Lillehammer: Mask slowly makes his way towards Repo and picks him up slowly by the head and LOW BLOW by Repo!!! He just hooked that crowbar right into Mask's nether region. Mask falls down to his knees and Repo drives the crowbar right into Mask's head again sending him crashing towards the mat. This is simply abhorrent behaviour!

Ham: See!! See this is what's wrong with this place, absolutely no respect. NONE!!

Lillehammer: Repo straddles Mask's chest and another crowbar shot! Mask is trying to fend off Repo, but another shot!! And another. Another...

After each shot, Mask's arm are moving slower and slower in trying to defend him as SoR simply continues shot after shot with the crowbar to Mask's head, until Mask's arms and legs simply stop moving. SoR gets off of Mask's chest, grabs a hold of his one more time and gives him one more shot to the head. Mask falls down and the bloodied SoR drops across Mask's chest.

Lillehammer: This is just sick. He should be arrested.

One...
Two...
Three!!!

Red: Noo...no.....Krimmy...

Announcer: The winner of this match via pinfall, SON OF REPOMAN!!!

Son of Repoman (4.17 aps + 1.4 votes = 5.57 Total)
Krimson Mask (4.13 aps + 0.7 votes = 4.83 Total)

“Mosh” by Eminem begins playing through the arena as Drew Michaels and LPW International Heavyweight Champion Mass Chaos celebrate at the top of the ramp. As Repoman crawls back to his feet with the assistance of the ring ropes, a frustrated D. Hammond Samuels strikes Son of Repoman down to the match with a brutal blow to the back of the head. With Repo on the mat, Ham gives another few shots to the back of Repo's head. Michaels and Chaos attempt to rush the ring, but they are pushed back by the PERC squad.

Lillehammer: Yes, it's time for the law to come down on these criminals.

Ham: Look at what you have done, you bunch of degenerates. You have ruined everything here. EVERYTHING. You guys simply do not understand what you have done. You are completely under minding everything I have attempted to create here at Inferno. But no, you guys keep sticking your nose in my business, and insist on destroying everything I have created here.

Lillehammer: Repo is trying to get a hold of his crowbar again, and Ham kicks it away.

Ham: You trying to get this Repo?

Ham picks up the crowbar and proceeds to strike down Repo with it. At this moment, Michaels and Chaos are making headway through the PERC squad, which Ham quickly notices.

Ham: Stop those guys! You make sure those two never reach this ring or you will all be fired.

As Michaels and Chaos make their way down the ramp, they are both quickly tasered. Both men instantly go down in a heap. Two of the PERC squad members stand over the fallen bodies and tasers them once more. They both look at each other and remove their riot helmets revealing Styxx and Cripsy behind two of the members.

Lillehammer: Well that sure is a surprise, looks like Styxx wants a closer look at Mass Chaos before their match next week. And the PERC squad, including those two superstar have resumed their discipline of Micheals and Mass Chaos!!!

Red: Don't you forget Krimmy, he's back up again and Re-poo, teehee, is going to be getting some big boo-boos now.

Lillehammer: So is Ultramarcus, he's split open but he's joined Mask and both men are laying the sentence down upon Repoman.

Ham: Nice to see you back in the show Marcus. You see people, you see. I will NOT tolerate any of this no longer. This is not appropriate behaviour, no matter where you are, and I certainly will not accept it in this ring. You see these savages need some auth...

From the crowd, a man jumps over the safety railing and has tackled down Samuels in mid-sentence. Samuels tries to fend off the attacker, but the man continuously is throwing haymakes at Ham.

Red: Fans are not allowed in the ring.

Lillehammer: That's no fan, that's EDDIE B.!!! What the hell is he doing here?

Eddie B. continues to strike down Ham, until Mask and Ultramarcus turns their attention to him. Eddie fights them off and slides out of the ring to avoid their attacks, however, the PERC squad immediately begins beating down Eddie B.

Lillehammer: Eddie's getting what he deserves here, why would he meddle?

At ringside, Styxx and Mass Chaos lift Eddie up and Ham quickly begins giving him rights and lefts. The crowd has still not stop booing from the end of the match and debris is being flung everywhere.

Lillehammer: The Boss himself is now administrating the consequences of breaking his rules, well that's it for tonight, and we will see you next week as Inferno hosts Night of Champions! This Robert Lillehammer and my announcing partner Little Red saying good night.

Red: Nighty, night!

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[Killswitch]

OOC: Alright folks, that is a wrap. We got this show out much faster then 15.1, but it's still a work in progress.

Anyhow, read, hate, love, etc....

Enjoy the show.

[TJ Tilli]

Great show guys, loved the ending with Eddie, and my match was awesome, especially the commentary.

Keep up the good work!

[Jeff Watson]

WHAT THE FUCK IS MARIA DOING HERE? I remember firing her ass back at Sacrament, but WHO THE FUCK HIRED HER BACK. Jesus fucking christ I wanted to win this match on my own, but everyone and their fucking cousin has to come interfere in my matches. And Al when you fucking recover, I want an answer to what the hell you were doing with my skank of an ex-wife, and why did you interfere.

OOC: Great fucking show guys, and it was the best that I've ever been part of in a long while. But where is the argument that had Maria siding with Bobino over me, because I would love to read it please.

[EB4]

OOC: Pretty darn good, yet jumbled (I think it was meant to be this way), outing right here. I did notice that Ham seemed off in terms of character. This was prevalent in the Hobo seg. The show I feel started off outstandingly with the big brawl, yet I was disappointed to not see this theme not continue or even be discussed as the show went on.

This also lacked some segments..but only just because I'm used to seeing more. I would've liked to see a Jude/Eddie seg elaborating on what happened at 15.1 for one.

Anyway, BIG win for SoR and whoa at Phoenix getting fired. Who's his replacement?

Maxwell, well yeah.

LOL at the reason there was no Al/Ham match. Solid show all in all. I love myself a lot, so forgive me if I got a bit psyched to see myself start to go off on Ham. But I felt the whole ending segment ended abruptly. But given the circumstances surrounding it...I have no problem with that.

[Headbanger]

Only problem I had at all was that Phoenix should be Snapple. I might have fucked up in my notes but that is what it is supposed to be. That's right folks, Blazing Phoenix is still a paid employee of Lords of Pain Wrestling; don't be afraid. Raw is Snapple, however...

[EB4]

OOC: You bastard.

[Ultramarcus]

OOC: I was wondering about that. Poor Snapple.

Also, as a small note, my attack on Dreadnaught takes place AFTER Dreadnaughts match at Blood Money

[TJ Tilli]

OOC: Poor Little Snapple

[Eric Scorpio]

OOC:!?!?!?!?! EEEKKKKK!!!! How the hell did I make that mistake.

I guess that's what happens when you write for Insanity for over 2 years...

[TJ Tilli]

Originally Posted by Eric Scorpio

OOC:!?!?!?!?! EEEKKKKK!!!! How the hell did I make that mistake.

I guess that's what happens when you write for Insanity for over 2 years...

OOC: too bad

[Cash Flo]

OOC: Interesting show, though a bit difficult to read and follow. It felt, sort of, like a disorganized show, but what did transpire was pretty wicked. More chaos would have been great, since it seemed like that's how things were going to progress at the onset.

However, glad to see it posted quickly.

On a side not, the BLOOD MONEY is coming....Just been busy.

[Romeo]

OOC: Tilli, stop. Just stop it. You're contributing absolutely nothing and you're clogging up the thread with your still-humongous sig space.

Anyway, time for Inferno feedback:

- While the opening brawl served the intent of this particular show well, I just felt somebody like Jude Maxwell wouldn't be taking part in such a chaotic brawl. Otherwise, it was awesome.

- The Lazyking segment went over better than I expected. Whoever wrote that, well done.

- I didn't get the Ham-hobo segment. Unless he's someone who actually signed up for LPW, what's up with that?

- Jeff's attempted interference was absolutely hilarious, but we need to actually build him up and not make him look like even more of a chump.

- The Ultramarcus segment... hoo boy. It was real tough reading three huge blocks of text. I always thought promo segments should be paced, taking in the reaction of the crowd to every other statement. This just felt like one insanely long monologue. I also thought that the commentators should have narrated the beatdown, instead of making it seem that they were just watching the whole thing, probably with their jaws to the floor.

- And to a smaller extent... I don't see how Dreadnaught is relevant to the goings-on of the Illuminati, other than being connected to Cash Flo. It could've been somebody more relevant to LPW as a whole.

- Damien Blaze was robbed.

- That ending was absolutely epic.

Basically, I'm glad we got this show out faster than 15.1. I hope what we have planned for Inferno goes over well.

People have been saying that it looks jumbled, but I personally don't see it. Either I need to read it again or it still looks fine in its supposedly jumbled order, but nothing seems out of place to me. Hmm. Strange.

Onward to the Night of Champions!

[Son of Repoman]

You know there are a few things in this place that I think would never happen. Winning a title, Headlining Altered Reality, finding someone on the roster Cher II hadn't slept with...

Up until I read this show, beating Krimson Mask was on that list. Ho-Lee Shit sir, that was epic and you gave me a hell of a run for my money. My hats off to you.

[Cripsy]

O.O.C - good show! good read looking forward to what hapens next.

[Tromboner Man]

Originally Posted by Eric Scorpio

OOC:!?!?!?!?! EEEKKKKK!!!! How the hell did I make that mistake.

I guess that's what happens when you write for Insanity for over 2 years...

HACK! Actually, I can't talk, I did it myself writing for this very insanity...

Anyway, I haven't had much time to do a "propper" read of the show. But I thought it was a well written show. I can't see the "Cluttered" feeling people are talking about.

The match quality was significantly improved from the last show. I agree with Romeo though, the Ultramarcus segment and the Ham/Hobo segment were not as good as they could have been. Ultramarcus just seemed too compact, spreading it out would have helped. I just didn't get the Ham segment...

Overall, a very good Inferno, one of the best in a while.

[Samuels]

OOC:


I'm not trying to be a jerk, but I would, really, really, really like to be at least AWARE of all the segments Ham is going to be in, so I can provide notes at the bare minimum. I'm not asking for veto power, but I keep popping up everywhere without knowing about it first, and often times I see quite a few things that I disagree with on how my character is portrayed.

So, could I please just get a PM every once and a while. Ham is still my character, so I'd like have input whenever possible.

[Lazyking]

OOC- Ro, I wrote the LK seg and thank you for the kind words. I liked the show, but at times it felt all over the place. I'm looking foward to fueding with Big B. Brown.

Also, my name change is in effect, My character will now be known as Atlas Adams. I have already changed my wiki and will send scorp my roster info soon.

[Damien_Inferno]

IC: What...the FUCK...is THIS shit? Do i have a sign on my back that says, "Hey! Screw me over in the ring!"? First Cash Flo, and now this? Is there a single ass hole in this company with an iota of honor within them?

[Son of Repoman]

I'm your huckleberry.

[Lazyking]

Originally Posted by Damien_Inferno

IC: What...the FUCK...is THIS shit? Do i have a sign on my back that says, "Hey! Screw me over in the ring!"? First Cash Flo, and now this? Is there a single ass hole in this company with an iota of honor within them?

I have Honor.

[The X]

Originally Posted by Son of Repoman

I'm your huckleberry.

No you're not.

He said a person with honor. You don't fit the bill. Luckily, I do.

[Son of Repoman]

Originally Posted by The X

No you're not.

He said a person with honor. You don't fit the bill. Luckily, I do.

Yes because ducking a challenge for close to a year and throwing someone off an aircraft carrier screams "code of the samurai."

I take cars back from people that don't honor their agreement, honoring the wishes of the rightful owners. I got honor oozing out of my pores when I wake up in the morning.

[The X]

Ducking? No. He needed to prove something to me that was more than just running off at the mouth like most of the shit-lings that inhabit this place. He was tossed due to his besmirching of that aircraft carrier. There was no need to act like a bargain basement hoodlum. I was just restoring the honor back to that aircraft.

You, on the other hand, steal cars for a living. You take away from the poor just to give back to corporate, money hungry scavengers. Is that honor? No. Robin Hood you are not.

[EB4]

Do you like provoking me, X?

Because truly...me putting my hands on you again won't solve anything. It would just reinforce the fact that I can leave you incapacitated and defeat you.

My point's been proven.

[The X]

Glad to hear it.

[PopeFred]

Originally Posted by Lazyking

I have Honor.

To Honor!!!
If You can Cum In'em
COME HONOR!

[EB4]

Originally Posted by The X

Glad to hear it.

Of course you are. Now I don't have to follow you around like a owner waiting for his pet to take a shit.

Ash can handle if from here...I was merely hunting big game anyway.

[The X]

That was cute.

[Son of Repoman]

Originally Posted by The X

Ducking? No. He needed to prove something to me that was more than just running off at the mouth like most of the shit-lings that inhabit this place.

Needed to prove something. He needed to prove that he could find you in that epic game of "Hide and Go Seek" you ran for over a year.

As for my corporate allegiances, I highly doubt Dealin' Doug's Car Emporium will be found on the Dow Jones anytime soon. I do an honest days work and I honestly give people a chance to make good on their debts before I step in.

Meanwhile at the Hall of Justice, you and CAK are hitting people in the BACK of the head with weapons. You know my crowbar is coming from the front. Might as well call your group CYB, Consider Yourself Blindsided.

[Trinity]

X, my client says you are a farce.

[The X]

Originally Posted by Son of Repoman

Meanwhile at the Hall of Justice, you and CAK are hitting people in the BACK of the head with weapons.

People should have their heads on a swivel. They should blame themselves.

[Son of Repoman]

A swivel ehh? You volunteering?

If you need your neck to be as twisted as your outlook on life, I'd be honored.

[EB4]

Son of Repoman...I respect you.

Hell, I like you. But you bringing up a fact that I prefer to be suppressed (I wasted a year on that sniveling carcass X, despite getting most of what I was after) does nothing to help the views I have towards you.

I'm just saying. I know I allowed hatred to fuck with my judgment. But I guess the dedication in general has to count for something, right?

Is there something you're trying to teach me as it relates to the Illuminati?

[Romeo]

Originally Posted by Trinity

X, my client says you are a farce.

I heard somebody came up with a certain type of scoreboard somewhere else. I believe it was counting relevance.

[The X]

Originally Posted by Son of Repoman

If you need your neck to be as twisted as your outlook on life, I'd be honored.

A swivel is unnecessary when I have the Transatlantic Champion. But, thank you for your concern.

[EB4]

Originally Posted by Romeo

I heard somebody came up with a certain type of scoreboard somewhere else. I believe it was counting relevance.

OOC: LOL. Uh Oh...don't burn him again, Ro.

IC:

You heard about that too?