Live From Anahiem California, this is ASCENSION!

Last week on Ascension so much went down it's hard to even keep track of! Warren A. Reight and Wesley Madrox were both fired by Owner and CEO President Jonathan Collins! Could CWC be short handed with staff members now? Wesley seemed to leave without much of a fight, could he have something up his sleeve? We also saw 24 Karat talking to a mystery man, could that very person be revealed tonight?! A great line up of matches is also here for you tonight, Kevin Gaines and Tommy Savage debuting after both of which attacking a respected wrestler of the CWC Roster. Than Divefire, who has made his presense felt a few times during the last couple weeks has finally made his way into a match here at Ascension! Stay tuned for more, from CWC's FRIDAY NIGHT ASCENSION!

The scene opens with Tyler McClelland, the new commissioner of the Cruiserweight Wrestling Council, sitting alone in the middle of a rather bland room; he sits with a smirk on his face, his eyes shut, and his feet up on his relatively empty desk. His head, which bears the bandages and bruises of an epic battle in which he took place, leans back against the headrest of his high-back leather chair. He really has nothing to do as the new commissioner of CWC… sure, a few papers are scattered across its oak finish, but for the most part, Tyler McClelland's life is completely filled with leisure for the next few hours…

All of a sudden, the camera switches over to one Raine Everson… she storms down the hall in a relative fury, pushing away several fans who seek autographs and sifting through the mob of people in the corridors. Finally, she reaches a door which reads "Commissioner"… she takes a deep breath, places her hand on the doorknob, then slams it open and yells, "Kicky! I want a match aga-"

Tyler's eyes shoot open, and he stares Raine dead in the eyes. She is taken aback; she stops herself in mid-sentence, closes the door softly, and brushes the hair out of her face. Her preparation, which was intended to intimidate Kicky, has been made completely useless by the presence of Tyler McClelland…

She pauses and Tyler smiles at her. "What's up, Raine?"

"Uhh… where's the commissioner?" She stammers confusedly.

"You're lookin' at him." Tyler replies smugly.

"Whoa… when did that happen?" She wonders.

Tyler shrugs, "They told me today."

She walks over to his desk, taking a chair from the other side of the room. She places it under her, sits down and smiles at Tyler.

"So, what business did you wish to discuss, Raine?"

Speaking softly and kindly to Tyler, she replies, "Uh… well, I wanted a match against Trinity… but you don't-"

Tyler shakes his head and holds up his hand in a gesture that says 'stop'. "Done. Anything else?"

Struck by the ease of the request, she replies, "Uhhh… no, thank you…"

Tyler smiles, closes his eyes, then turns around in his chair. "Good luck, Raine."

"Thanks…"

Raine Everson stands up, and politely leaves his office. She shuts the door behind her, and Tyler is left alone…

"This is gonna be quite a show…" He smirks, the camera fading to the CWC logo..

A Little Faith
Scott Grail and Jon Collins

The parking lot is quiet as Scott Grail steps up to the backstage entrance. The crowd pops even after the heartbreaking antics of last week. Scott seems to be in better spirits. There is a slight kick to his step and he's no longer in black. Yup, blue jeans a dark green windbreaker and a white, green and black duffle bag. As Scott reaches the entrance he's met by Jonathan Collins entering at the same time. The two stop before entering the door. Jonathan is carrying a box and almost drops it as he bumps into Scott. Scott actually smiles at Jon and Jon smiles back.

"Well you seem to be in a good mood today." Jon says as he pats Scott on the back.

"Yeah, I realized a few things in the past week. Its time to kick some ass again." Scott replies as Jon nods and smiles. "So, what are you doing getting here so late... not setting much of an example now are you boss?"

"First off you're late, I'm not. Second, don't patronize me by calling me that. I'm Jon, you know that so cut the crap." Jon says. Scott laughs and Collins continues. "For your information I was actually here a lot earlier I was just getting something that I had forgotten. As a matter of fact its for you."

"For me?" Scott jumps in surprise. "What do you mean?"

"Here, I got this for you." Jon opens the box and hands the contents to Scott. "Its wrestling tights. I always hated those stupid black jeans you wore to the ring. I thought maybe it was time you looked like a real star and not some rocker off the streets."

"Jon... I'm... wow..." Scott can't believe his eyes as he unravels the present given to him. The tights are amazing. Its a sea of black and green. The black base complements the amazing random pattern of green spirals and zig zags. "Its amazing..."

"I thought you'd like it, those are your colours after all." Jon says as he opens the door to the backstage area. He pats Scott on the back as he walks inside. "Oh, and good luck with your match tonight."

Jon walks away and the door closes leaving Scott outside in the parking lot alone. He holds the tights out and looks at them carefully. He looks at the right ankle of the tights and in small red scripted letters is printed the name LAURA. Scott folds the tights carefully as he walks into the building.

Confidence Building
Nicholas Jaxx

Nicholas Jaxx sat alone in his locker room, just him, the cameraman and a picture in his hand of Commissioner Kicky which he stared at without even looking up for over a minute. Finally Brett Freeman walked in to the locker room and smacked his smaller friend on the back, causing Jaxx to yell out in pain. "Sorry man" was all that Freeman could say but somehow it didn't seem enough.

"Dude," Jaxx muttered, obviously irritated, "I've got the biggest match of, like, ever coming up and you're hitting me on the back and shit? That's fucking unnecessary dude, unnecessary." Jaxx stood up and began pacing the room from one side to the other and talking to himself as he went, muttering, "I'm the man. I can beat this bitch" under his breath.

"Don't fucking worry man," Freeman offered in an attempt to boost Jaxx's confidence before the match, "you're going to win, this is a little girl, what possible harm could a girl do? I mean, aren't girls only good for cooking and cleaning?"

Jaxx nodded in agreement and the words seemed to have the desired affect as Jaxx began to fill with confidence. "Hell fuck right man, girls ain't built for wrestling, by the time this is over Karat bitch will be cleaning my toilet and scrubbing my floor!" He didn't stop pacing though. A few moments later there was a call from outside the room, it was time for Jaxx to head to the ring and he only knew one thing for sure, this was it, it was either win or doom the rest of his career. "I'm the man, I can beat this girl, she ain't no threat me to. I'm the sinner. I'm the man."

"Damn right you are" came the words of reassurance by Freeman who pulled off his t-shirt to reveal wrestling gear underneath. Freeman looked down at himself in his leather pants and tanktop and nodded toward Jaxx. "I got your back man, you're going to main event at Alpha Flight."

"Hell bitch yeah" Jaxx yelled as he left his locker room and headed toward the curtain. "And afterward, I'm gonna go get the girl as well!"

Dye vs Nightshade

"Doperide" by Saliva began to play on the PA system, and Dye walked out to a huge ovation. The crowd really showed support for "The Multicolored Dream" as she entered the ring...and it suddenly turned to jeers. "Wicked Pussycat" by Danzig started, and out walked Nightshade of The Inquisition. Nightshade strolled down the ring, carrying Malice, her cat of nine tails. She walked in and immediately Dye charged her, hoping tonight would be her lucky night.

Thankfully it was. Dye managed to get on the offensive and stay that way. She attacked Nightshade with reckless abandon, and displayed some of her fabulous luchador skills. A few minutes later, she sinched in her sleeperhold finisher, and won the match

Winner via submission Dye

He's Back.
Jonathan Collins & Warren A. Reight

Moments before Ascension is supposed to go on the air, Warren A. Reight comes through the backstage entrance door with two lawyers behind him walking in a triangle type form.. His tone is very different from recent weeks, no make up, regular clothes, he almost looks acceptable. Knowing right where he was going he rounded the corner to where Jonathan Collins' office would be. Not even bothering to knock he barged right in with his two lawyers, "Well Collins, you have exactly 30 seconds to hire me back or these two men will start the law suit for breech of contract." WAR said with a slight snarl across his lips.

He looked over these lawyers and calmly spoke. "Fine. You're hired...but I want you to think about something. I want you to think long and hard about this little nugget of information." Collins puts his arms around Warren in a friendly manner.

"You wanted a war. You wanted to start a revolution, right? Well, you see...that's what Helena and I did, and that's what we're doing. You either get in line, or get left behind...it seems you want to be left behind. That being said, I'll tell you one last thing..." Collins says, tightening the arm around the shoulder into a firm chokehold.

"It's...fucking...ON."

WAR breaks free of Jon's grip, "Listen you fuck.. You really should watch what you do and say to me, understand? I'll own your fuckin company in hours if you fuck with me again.. I'm bringing CWC down, and sooner or later WWC will reign supreme.. You just sealed your own fate.." WAR spins around in a huff and exits the room slamming the door behind him. Not even waitiing for his lawyers to leave..

Multi Colored Dream
Dye

A vision pops up on the CWC-tron, from the backstage area. Near a wall, the Multicolored Dream Dye is seen on the floor in a straddle position. She leans her body over her right leg and grabs a hold of her ankle, effortless. The squeaking of a door and it quickly shuts. It alarms Dye as she looks up to see who has made their way into the secluded hallway.

Two men stand in front of her. One tall skinny man and the other a shorter fat man.

"Oh my gosh!" she exclaims as she springs to her feet and leaps onto the taller man. He holds her tightly, not dare let her go. She kisses his cheek."Where have you guys been? I've been worried sick!"

She leans over to kiss Quiet Quinn on his cheek. He gladly accepts the gesture as his face turns beet red.

"We've been around. No biggie. You didn't tell us where you were staying, or going to next, so we figured we'd give W.A.R. a call and we had to hitch rides all the way down here," Bailey explained. "You wouldn't believe how much cock, Quiet Quinn had to suck!"

A roar of laughter is heard from the crowd inside of the arena.

"Well, you guys will just have to tell me about this little road trip you had without me while I get ready for my match," Dye smiles as slides off of Bailey and lands on the floor feet first. "I've got a match to get ready for, so are you coming or what?"

The guys look at each other then look at Dye.

"Of course we are! Let's go!" Bailey wraps his arm around Dye's waist and the three make their way out of the scene.

Kevin Gaines vs Christian Cruz

The lights dim significantly as the intro to "Till I Collapse" begins to and Eminem begins speak. About fifteen seconds later the beat drops along side Eminem's verse and Chris Cruz steps out into view. A small pop from the crowd can be heard as he stands at the entrance. On his head is a black bandana that hides the bandages on his forehead. He's wearing it the same way he did in the hospital the day before. Instead of a black Mecca t-shirt like he wore previously, he's wearing a black tanktop, a pair of baggy Akademiks jeans, and all black Air Force Ones. As he walks down towards the ring, it's obvious he has Gaines on his mind and only Gaines. He slides into the ring under the bottom rope and just waits for his opponent. 'Tear Away' by Drowning Pool starts to play out over the PA system as Kevin Gaines makes his way to the ring with a Singapore Cane in his hand. The crowd starts to boo him as he pays no attention his mind is focused on the ring where Christian Cruz awaits him. He gets into the ring and the bell sounds.


Cruz and Gaines circle around the ring, and then Gaines moves in on the offensive. They lock horns and Gaines displays his power by pulling Cruz' small body over for a fireman's carry, but no Cruz reverses it by landing on his two feet. Gaines sees this and just kicks his foot out, causing Cruz to fall down to his knees. He tries to get back up, but Gaines takes advantage and repeatedly attacks him with his fists and feet. He turns towards the crowd, wipes his hand over the words Elite, and gives a big kool aid smile. While he does this Cruz shakes the cobwebs out and runs at him. Just as he turns around Cruz slides beneath him feet first; however, he uses his own legs to take Gaines' out from underneath him, and as he falls forward Cruz nails him in the crotch with his right hand. Cruz barely escapes Gaines' falling upper body. With Gaines rolling back and forth clutching his crotch, Cruz bounces off the ropes, runs to Gaines and attempts to hit a high flying elbow drop. Gaines has other plans and he moves out of the way just as Cruz began to come back down. The two get back up and Cruz runs at Gaines who uses his momentum to execute a hip toss. He kicks the mat in pain and gets up once again. Full of anger and frustration, he runs after him again towards the corner. Gaines goes for the same thing except there is an exceptional amount of height on this hip toss, but Cruz, once again, over rotates and lands above the turnbuckle hitting the two top ropes. Looking backwards he springboards off of them and soars through the air with his body spread far apart. Buh Bang! Cruz hits a ridiculously high springboard moonsault and the two lie in the middle of the ring as the ref begins the 10 count.

Cruz is the first to stir, but Gaines isn't far behind him. They again begin staring each other down. Gaines goes for the lock up, but Cruz reverses and runs himself into the ropes to give him a better chance at hitting a clothesline, but Gaines instead knocks him to the outside of the ring, and he stands in the ring posing to the crowd and gets a bunch of boos for his effort. Once Cruz is back in the ring he immediately launchs an attack on Gaines by giving him a running clothesline. This has little to no effect on Gaines as he just stands there and laughs at him. This does nothing but fuel Cruz even more. Cruz then just out of nowhere pulls a springboard Mat Slam unto Gaines which makes Gaines fall to the mat holding his neck. Cruz then gets up and climbs the ropes quickly to do a moonsault onto the top of Gaines body, but since it's very early in the match up Gaines rolls out of the way forcing Cruz to come crashing down to the mat. Gaines gets up quickly and picks Cruz up as well and wraps his arms around Cruz's waist and gives him not one, not two but three Germen Suplexes. Cruz is exausted by the third one and lays on the mat gasping for breathe. Gaines justs gets back up and starts kicking at Cruz and posing for the crowd. The crowd boos him, and he seems to get a kick out of being booed and goes back on the attack of Cruz by picking him up and giving him a swinging DDT. Cruz lays down on the mat gasping for breath once again. Cruz gets up and gives Gaines a neck breaker. This time Cruz goes into the ropes and forearms Gaines right into his chest. This sets Gaines stumbling a little bit and Cruz does it again, but this time Gaines gets knocked out of the ring and falls hard on the outside. Cruz then waits for Gaines to get to his feet and does a baseball slide sending Gaines into the barriers hard knocking the wind out of him and knocking him down. Cruz then takes advantage of Gaines being down and out and climbs the ropes once Gaines tries to get up...

Cruz leaps off the top rope trying in a body splash, but Gaines got to his feet quick enough to turn it into a hard powerslam staying ontop to get the 1...2....3..

Winner via Pinfall Kevin Gaines

Secret Meetings
24 Karat & ??

In the hallways of the backstage area wrestlers are walking back and forht minding there own business, preparing for whatever it is that must be done that they are on task for. Off to the shadows in one of the corners of the hall, no one really noticed but 24 Karat is off with her Mystery Man once again, paying him a visit, trying to keep it private and out of ear shot from anyone else.

The camera immediately tried to zoom in on the conversation. Karat meanwhile was totally in rapture with the man she was standing next to. She threw back her laugh in a hearty laugh and smiled. "You make me laugh more than anyone else. You're so completely different from the person I imagined you to be. I mean to think that I threatened you before....it's absurd. But hey I know that's behind us now. Let's look to the future. You and me, right?"

"Thats right.. Don't worry about any of that, I have some pretty big plans for us, but I need an answer soon, you know that.." The voice of the man sounds familier but hard to pin point at its low tone, obviously put that way on purpose.

Karat looked up and down, almost as if she was trying to find a way out of this without giving what he wanted. Her her life she has been force fed questions without answers. Now it was her time to give some up and she found herself lost for words. "I know....umm I'll have the answer for you at Alpha Flight. I promise. I can see this federation dividing right now and depending on what side of the line you stand on....it will be a tough road ahead. You need people to stand and fight for your cause. I just don't know if I'm the right person for the job. I don't know if I'm strong enough to stand against him. and what about Helena...if she finds out we won't be wrestling here for long. It's just a lot of risks.....at Alpha Flight....I promise."

The man sighs "There isn't going to be a divide.. Simple as that, just... Ugh.. I'll talk to you at Alph..." The man than notices the camera, "What the fuck is that?!"

"Is it that fucking camera again? Jeez you run this place don't you? You need to fucking do something about all this breeches of privacy. If WAR wants to play dirty I'll play dirty. He'll get what he deserves at Alpha Flight...I promise that. C'mon hon..let's leave." Karat grabbed the mystery man's hand and quickly pulled him into a door leading to an exit somewhere in the back of the arena. The camera fades out.

Nice Lockers
Scott Grail and Raine Everson

Foot steps fill the empty hallway backstage. Scott Grail turns the corner and wonders around looking at each door in search of something. He finds a door and opens it and looks inside.

"Hello?" Scott ventures into the room. Its a dressing room. Scott walks over to a bench and puts his duffle bag down only to be surprised by another person in the room. As Scott turns around he notices Raine Everson standing half naked with only a towel on.

"Holy shit!" Scott doubles back and grabs his things and stumbles to the door. "Sorry, thought this was my room."

Raine quickly tightens the towel around her chest as he passes her. She shakes her head slowly, grinning to herself as she watches him retreat. "That's alright, just make sure you knock next time. And, who are you?"

Scott closes his eyes and shakes his head and stumbles looking for words. "I'm.. Scott Grail... the new guy... you know, that whole wrestling thing... what's it called oh yeah.. the CWC, I work here now..."

Raine laughs at his obvious nervousness. "The whole wrestling thing? There are a few of those....but I'm glad you could specify. I'm Raine. I'd shake your hand, but my towel would probably slip, and...I don't honestly think you could handle that right now. But, it's nice to meet you, Scott."

"Uh... yeah... sorry about the whole towel thing. I really thought this was my room. Maybe I'll see you around sometime... Raine was it?" Scott reaches out to shake hands almost completely ignoring the last thing Raine had said. Realizing his obvious mistake Scott puts both hands behind his back and laughs a bit taking a few more steps backwards towards the door.

Raine giggles and turns to grab some clothes. "I'll try to be dressed the next time I see you."

"No, you don't have to... I mean... yeah, that'd be a nice idea... I'll see you around." Scott opens the door and looks back before walking out.

Raine smiles as he fumbles once again. "I'll try to keep that in mind. Have a nice day!"

Guests of the Evening
Trinity & Amber LeBeua

“I know, won’t it be a great party?”

The room was filled with girlish, merry laughter. She had to restrain a snort of contempt at all the merriment and cheer. Helena, her sister; Linda, and baby Madison all sat in Jonathan’s office, talking about their plans, and just catching up. Having a little girlish bonding, so to speak. A cleverly placed closet was Amber LeBeau’s hiding spot. The slatted doors were perfect. She could see Linda and the baby clearly through the tiny wooden slats… and the women were loud enough that half the state could probably hear them yakking and cooing over the damned kid. Her body was taut - she was ready to dart at any minute. She was doing a little reconnaissance… a favor for a friend. Crouched in the closet, she listened, her keen ears picking up every little syllable the women dropped from their lips.

“Linda, I’m so glad you could watch Madison while Jonathan and I take care of the show. It’s been so… tense around here since WAR started all of his bullshit. Thanks a lot.” Linda merely nodded, holding the little lambkin in her arms and cooing occasionally at it. Amber rolled her eyes. This was disgusting. That child would never develop properly with all this baby talk and nonsense it was constantly digesting. Poor little soul. Well, it didn’t have much of a chance with Jonathan Collins for a father anyway, but it still had a glimmer of a chance, she supposed.

”Helena… are you sure this is safe? I mean, Jonathan fired that awful Wesley character and everything… I just don’t know if this is the right environment for Madison.” Linda looked concerned. Amber sneered at her maternal instincts. ‘Not safe’ was a fucking understatement, Amber thought with unrestrained delight. Helena shook her head firmly.

”Madison will be okay. Jonathan would never let anything happen to us. I trust him to take care of us. He’s the breadwinner, and someday, he’ll be Madison’s hero. He wouldn’t let either of us down.”

Amber was truly disgusted. What a bunch of smarmy bullshit. It was getting awful deep in here. She wished they’d take their leave so she could get out of this damned closet. It smelled faintly of old shoes, and vintage cologne that she hadn’t smelled for years. One of her mother’s “men” had worn it often, but she couldn’t remember the name. Well, it was unimportant anyway.

”Well, Linda… I guess you can take Madison back to the house with you. The show will be done before you know it, and then we can get the little house party started. It’ll be good for Jon to get his mind off of work. This party should do just that.”

”…Okay, Hel. As long as you’re positive that you’re both going to be all right.” Linda’s brow was furrowed with concern.

”We’ll be fine. You worry about Madison; I’ll worry about us.” The two women stood up, and embraced warmly. Linda exited the room first, and then Helena, who shut off the lights behind her. The closet door swung open slowly, and Amber crept out into the dark room, her muscles screaming at her for being in such a small space for so long. Dreadful accommodations. How was someone supposed to spy in that kind of environment? Amber smiled wickedly, and licked her lips with anticipation. The little party was about to be crashed. She slunk out of the room, and down the hallway to find Trinity, Nightshade, and their… guest for the evening.

Tommy Savage v. Jimicho McMillion

The lights go out and smoke begins to rise from the ramp, lights begin to flicker on and off as "Man in the Box" hits the P.A., the fans go nuts with their cameras as Tommy comes out from behind the curtain with water bottle in hand. As the smoke clears, Tommy makes his way down the ramp with a smirk on his face, laughing at the pathetic fans in the stands. He gets to the ring, he walks up the stairs, turns towards the crowd and throws the water bottle at the crowd. He then gets in the ring and goes to every turn buckle and poses for the crowd.

Just then, "Fuck Authority" by Pennywise begins to play over the PA system. Over the CWC-Tron the words "I am your Anti Cruiserweight Icon" flash across and than explode just as pyro shoots off into the air. Stepping out from the back is Jimicho McMillion, who has a cocky smile across his face as he struts to the ring slowly..

Before the bell even sounds Jimicho slid under the bottom rope and got to his feet quickly, going right for Savage. Trying to hit a high leg lariat from Jimicho was unsuccessful, since Savage ducked it and reflected with his own flipping dropkick to the back of Jimicho's head, which sent him through the ropes, but he held on, not falling to the mat below. Savage was still getting to his feet as Jimicho pulled himself back into the ring, but he wasn't quick enough because savage was right there to drop a huge falling front elbow right across Jimicho's head. Savage got to his feet quickly and stomped on Jimicho holding the ropes for more advantage as he brought his boot down across Jimicho's chest.

"Savage really is showing us what he is made out of in his CWC debut!" Michele exclaims.

"Meh. Once Jimicho gets on his feet, he's going to take Savage down and out, simple as that." Mark shoots back, obviously not liking the rookie..

The ref pulled Savage off of Jimicho giving him just enough to roll out of the ring, before Savage started his onslaught again. Taking slow paces around the ring trying to get back into things, Savage was obviously getting annoyed, he just watched Jimicho circle the ring almost at his first full circulation and the ref was at eight.. Not wanting a count out, Savage used the ropes for leverage and sprung himself up onto the top rope and than leaped off that in a plancha style body press, that nailed Jimicho hard, sending both men to the mat, and the ref to start his count over.

"Did you see that Mark?! Savage nailed a great flying body press after springing off the top rope! What a move!" Michele explained.

Mark sighed a bit, "Yeah, I saw it.."

The ref was about six when Savage started getting to his feet, once he was at eight, Savage was coherent enough to roll in and out of the ring to break the count. Not planning on staying on the outside any longer, Savage grabbed Jimicho by the head and toss him back into the ring. Though, taking his time getting back into the ring he kinda lost his advantage, giving Jimicho JUST enough time to get to his feet and start an offensive flurry. Before Savage could get all the way into the ring, Jimicho ran full throttle at him, and jumped vertically and latching Savage's head with his legs, locking him up and than he flipped back as hard as he could in a hurricanerana, sending Savage up and over the top rope, and Jimicho twisted up in the third and second rope. Jimicho didn't catch much backfire from the move, but bouncing off the ropes a few times took a bit out of him. After struggling a bit he fell out of the ropes and laid on the mat for a moment, before starting his way to his feet..

"Now that was a move worth noting.." Mark said, more enthusiastic than before.

Michele completely agreed "I've never seen ANYTHING like that before, and it was defiantly a great move."

Savage not being totally out of it, but in a bit of pain, fought his way to his feet, doing what he could to stay on the defense at least.. Jimicho was ready and already had his next moved planned out. Once Savage was fully erect, Jimicho charged at him, though trying to block it, it came to no avail, and Jimicho leaped onto Savage's shoulders with his body, locking up his head, and than swung himself around in a huge swinging DDT, which planted Savage's head right into the mat. Not missing a beat, Jimicho is back on his feet and ready to keep the offense going, he kicks Savage in the ribs a few times hoping to entice him up, but it's a slow entice and he really isn't getting to his feet any quicker..

"McMillion is just toying with him now!" Michele complained..

"It looks like he has the match locked up, why wouldn't he?" Mark countered.

Savage starts getting to his feet slowly, and Jimicho turns his back to him and screws with the crowd a little bit.. Out of nowhere Savage quickly moves and grabs Jimicho by the tights rolling him up in a quick school boy! 1...2.....3!

"I can't believe that!!" Michele screams.

"I can't believe that.." Mark says dryly.

Winner via Pinfall Tommy Savage

Succubus
Jon Collins, Nightshade, Amber LaBeau, Wesley Madrox, and Trinity

Jon Collins was tired. More tired now than he'd ever been in his life. Not even physically tired, really, just stressed and tried untill his nerves were shot through. Poor Helena, and...WAR, and that nefarious bastard, Wesley. Opposed at every angle, and for what? He'd had enough of this bullshit, not just for the night or the week, but for a lifetime. And he had a sinking feeling it was only getting worse, as his hand turned the door handle, and he stepped into his office. Perhaps if he hadn't been so caught up in his own thoughts, he would have felt how very warm that handle was...

He walked into his familiar office, stifled by darkness. Everything was heavy with it, but...there was something wrong. He coughed once as hazy blue smoke smelling strongly of sweet opium crossed in a loose nimbus around his head. What the hell? Incence in here? That and the darkness sent an instant pang of worry, compounded by the slam of the door, and the click as it locked into place.

Worry and anger mixed in his voice, stern and demanding, trying to take hold of the situation. "Hello?"

"Just sit down, dear..." a voice purred from the shadows, too sweet to be true, femanine. Nightshade?

Hands grabbed him. Female hands. There were at least two of them, closer than he had thought. One was obvious smaller than the other, shoving him down to the chair and holding him there from behind, pinning while the other chained. The voice from the shadows (three now? Four? How goddamned many?) seemed to glide forward, pressing a cool hand to his mouth, muffling his "What the -" and cutting it short. From his left, the woman behind him crooned softly, as if to a child.

"Oh, I think he's worried. Poor thing...he should be..." It was difficult at first to tell who it was, for she rarely spoke to him, or anybody. But the lilting Spanish accent gave her away. Trinity.

His eyes went wide then, and as he grew more accustomed to the darkness, so he saw who was beside him. None other than the tree Ladies of the Inquisition, with a softly glowing ember in the background, blue smoke rising from it. Trinity spoke again, mockingly apologetic. "Terribly sorry, but your aftershave really has to go. I washalf dead just stepping in."

He looked rather annoyed, and struggled. His only response was the dull clank of chains against the chair, and arms pulling him sharply back against said chair. And just then, the phone rang. Only once did it sound before Amber reached out gracefully, pressing down on the speaker phone button. All three of them seemed to come to attention, standing straight and smiling, their mirth no source of comfort.

"Good evening, Jonny. We have some demands." The missing piece comes into play at last. Wesley, that sinister fuck, finally showing his face.

Jon's reluvsion was plain, now that the hand was taken from his mouth. "For you? Never."

"If you'd like to leave without losing any flesh, I'm sure you'll give in to them." Wesley's tone made no room for rebuke, deadly serious and loaded.

Jon's expression softened into concern. Or, more aptly, worry tinged in lingering fear. With Miss Barbed Wire behind him, Malice in front, and an unexpected mind fuck from the side, it didn't leave much room to say "no" to this Inquisition. Finally, his voice croaked out, hesitant. "What is it?"

"You're going to rehire me. Now. And by the way, after being hired, I'm going to face Jade at Alpha Flight. Last by not least, Trinity there will be inthe Stairway to Heaven match. Simple, isn't it?"

Jon was left gaping over Wesley's words, his presumption. How could he? It took just a moment before he found his voice, prodded by a sharp look from each of the girls in turn. "What? You're insane!"

"And you're going to fulfill each of those demands." Wesley was snide, sure of himself. One can feel the arrogant smirk through his voice, sliding over one's spine like ice.

The girls looked to him still, the feel of warm vinyl against his neck as Trinity draped over him lazily, or perhaps dizzily, seemed to make up his mind well enough. "...Ok. Ok."

There was a quiet sound that could have been the beginning of a laugh, and the dial tone sounded as Wesley hung up. The girls slipped away like the shadows cloaking them, pausing by the door to strike Charlie's Angels poses. Cliche, but somehow morbid mockery, and each slinked out of the room in turn. Jon Collins was left in the room, alone with the darkness and his thoughts.

Meanwhile, Trinity rounded a corner with her usual click-clack of boots, all gleaming black and silver. Wesley leaned against the wall, just around the corner. A cigarette hung from his mouth, half finished and burning idly. He looked to her as she approached, not bothering at all with mundane affections. A faint smirk tilted up their lips at once, both wearing a similar expression, despite their many other differences. A cell phone was closed in his hand, idle as the cigarette.

"Mind taking care of my little problem?" He was kind, quiet. And they both knew what that meant...no matter what else it conveyed, he was hers again, for all applicable attention and ministrations. And as the scene faded out, they just smiled...

Locked In
Colibri JR & WAR

Backstage. Cameras open to a frontal shot of Colibri Jr. Making his way down the hallway with a strut. While walking, Colibri hits into the side of Warren A. Reight as they both try walking down the same hallway. But from opposite directions. Colibri turns and stares up at WAR. He looks up intently at him and nods.

'Sorry man, my fault.' Colibri says dryly.

WAR just smiles, "Ahh, Colibri, the man I was just going to see.. How have you been? Yeah, well, have you thought about my little proposal I came to you about last week?" WAR expression changed to a serious one, "I kinda need to know, just for WWC purposes and all.."

Colibri nods. 'I thought about your proposal. To pass up this offer, would put me in regrets. I...I accept.' Colibri extends his hand.

WAR just looks at Colibri's hand for a moment, and than shakes it slowly. "Your a good man, ya know that? You made a smart choice.. You have a big match tonight, and well.. Win it.. Having a WWC member in the main event at Alpha Flight is exactly what we need.." WAR retracts his hand, "Can you handle that?"

Colibri lowers his hand. 'I can handle it. I WILL handle it. Consider this match...' Colibri looks up with hesitation, then lowers his back to WARs eye level. '... a first class trip to Alpha Flight bud.' Colibri grins widely and begins to back up with slow steps.

"Well, listen.. Come to my office later and we'll take care of it.. We'll get you offically on the WWC pay roll and off that CWC bullshit.. But for now, go win that match.." WAR turns and starts walking away from Colibri with a smile across his face..

Anger
Eddie Baxter

The camera for the very first time faded to the hallway where Eddie Baxter was seen behind the scenes in a Washington Bullet's Wes Unseld throwback and a black bandana to go with his all black wrestling attire. He is lacing up his black boots and as he finishes he notices that he needs his very own locker room.

Eddie Baxter talks to himself, "I am tired of changing my clothes in my Lincoln Navigator. I want my own locker room where the white boys aren't staring at my... where John Iley isn't in exclamation mode. I mean, this is discrimination. Who the hell wants to change with a bunch of white faggots?" Anger proceeds to disrupt his happiness, "If those gothic whores can get their own locker room... wait, wait... why don't the pussy ass white boys share with the women because they pretty much like to stare at my mandingo warrior. Where is the black suggestion box? And where can I get food around here that isn't little sandwhiches and crackers. Last thing I want is to eat a cracker."

Eddie Baxter begins to walk towards the parking lot. He mumbles to himself... "Back to The Lincoln Navigator, luckily I brought my own lunch." He exits outside to the parking lot as the camera fades to black.

Blood Bath
Trinity & Jade

The door to Jade's locker room swung open after a faint click from the handle, and inside, all was darkness. Jade reached out to flip on the light switch, but a voice startled her from within the room.

"Tsk tsk. Wouldn't want to ruin the surprise, now would we?"

Her hand flipped the switch anyway. Though one couldn't say it was a good thing exactly. Everything was bathed in flourescent light, casting Trinity's figure on the far side into glaring luminescence. She wore a coy smile, oh so sure of herself, even perhaps a touch arrogant. And just as Raine opened her mouth to speak, something stopped her. A tiny something, yet heavy in implication, enough to make one freeze in a wash of cold and gooseflesh. A single drop of blood falls before her, directly in front of her face, splattering tot he ground. And another. And another...and before she has time to blink, a spirnkler system kicks in, hissing from above. That tiny metal nozzle vomits forth red, pure and unditulted, and the strench of blood fills the air. Directly above Raine, all is a haze of blood. She's soon covered with it, drenched and defiled by the blood of...of...who? What? The reminder of Wesley's basement flashes in her mind, more clear and bright than stars, burning down on her more than they ever could.

Trinity watched her calmly, but for the malicious glint in her eyes. After what seemed like an eternity of shocked silence, Raine screamed...and screamed...She fell to her knees, slipping in the blood that covered her, that tainted and stained. And Trinity watched, and smiled.


"You know, redheads always were better..."

She stood, glanced sround slowly at the fliers and posters taped up all over Jade's walls...and left. Merely stepped past the prone woman, leaving her to her own torments and clean up job. Oh, sure Trinity may have been sprayed with a bit of blood, and maybe her hair gleamed wetly now, but there -is- a benefit to wearing nothing but black.

When Jade did stand, or crawl away from the blood, which had to stop sooner of later after all...there were pictures. Everywhere, there were pictures. Of her, Of...worse things. Thing that bore censor blurs, too illicit, too depraved for the screens. And she knew then that whatever had happened, whatever would happen, those pictures alone could tell her that there were indeed worse things in this world than death.

Eddie Baxter v. John Iley

Eddie Baxter and John Iley were both in the ring, and Baxter and Iley went at it for a good ten minutes. Hard lefts and rights being thrown, plenty of action, suplex's and ddt's all around.. But in the end Baxter ended up nailing a huge Brainbuster DDT to win the match with a pin..

(OOC NOTE: I would like to aplogize beyond believe to the competiors.. The last match writer lost the match cuz of her comp freezing, and we didn't have time to write it back up.. If time permits I will get this match up ASAP..)

Winner via Pinfall Eddie Baxter

British Ninja
Divefire

What amounted to the employees entrance to the Arrowhead Pong arena swung open and one of the newer members of the CWC roster stepped in with out a second glance from the security man on the door.

“Er… Mr Fire?” A high pitched male voice called out, getting the man to stop and look to his left, his brow furrowing in annoyance.

“It’s not ‘Mr Fire’, it’s Divefire, one word. Blazes, why do people have so much of a problem with that?” The British ninja muttered in a dark tone, setting his gaze upon the messenger who had verbally jumped him.

“I er, I don’t know… It’s um… Well maybe because it’s, erm… odd?” The young man stammered. From his body language and clothes it was rather easy to make out that this guy was new and probably an intern at the arena. A very nervous intern at that. “I mean, er, not that that’s a bad thing or anything!” The intern stammered on, tripping over himself in trying to cover his own mistake.

“Right…” Divefire drawled it out slowly with a breath, never having been one to suffer fools gladly. “So you wanted something other then to piss me off?”

“Yes. Er, no! Oh…” The intern took a moment to take a breath before trying again. “Mr Collins wanted to see you before your match against Chamber.”

Silence swept up between the two for a moment, while the intern pondered his impending doom, Divefire was simply stoic, before nodding once. “Huh, you know what about?”

The intern shook his head once, quickly. “No, no sir I don’t, sorry. I could probably go and find out if you want?”

“Forget it.” Divefire replied swiftly, shifting his backpack on his shoulder. “I’ll just go and see him. Which way are the locker rooms around here?”

“D-Down the hall, sir.” The intern replied, to which Divefire simply nodded and walked away with out another word. The intern slowly let out a breath he hadn’t know he’d been holding and wiped his brow, he hated when the wrestlers were in town, it always meant trouble and from what he’d seen of the CWC so far, the trouble was just beginning…

Welcome Aboard
WAR & The Rebels Without A Cause

After the hussle of everyone rushing around trying to get Ascension up and running properly, we cut back to WAR's office once again, where like always there's a knock on his door.. He looks up from his papers "Come in.." The door swings open, standing tall in the doorway are two men, unfamilier to the CWC and their circuit.. They are the Rebels Without A Cause.. Billy Mills & Charles Rebel. WAR just smiles, "Come in gentlemen, I've been waiting your arrival." Its rather comedic, WAR trying to be professional, yet wearing facepaint like a fool. "How are you two doing tonight? Like what ya see around the CWC?" WAR asks with a slight snarl acorss his lips.

Billy responds "Hell no, these are the most pathetic wrestlers I have ever seen in my entire life, so why did you call us?"

"Well boys we go way back, I realize you guys dont wrestle anymore, but I need help, only the Rebels can correct the problems in this place, you are the poison that is needed to get things back to normal here. I need you guys to do what you do best." WAR Lets loose a suttle smile.. "How do you guys feel about becoming the Commishoners of WWC, War Wrestling Council?"

"Well WAR, we may go back, but I mean, comon were wrestlers and owners, which in the hell would you want us to be your commisioners?" Billy stated with a bit of hesitation in his voice, "Shit son, I dont get it either, I mean, what the hell?" Rebel just seemed confused

"Boys, you dont get what Im saying here, I am asking you to join the War Wrestling Council, I need you to help me destroy the CWC, I need you to kill this place." WAR let loose a smile like no other..

"Well now your speaking my language, any restrictions?" Billy asked to WAR just shaking his head, "Can I make matches if someone pisses me off?" He continutes, WAR changed his shake to a nod. "Can we kick anyones ass we feel like and have no reprocusions?" WAR continued to nod..

"Yeah, you can. I don't care what you guys do really, just do something. We need to take CWC down.." WAR said with a evil grin across his face.

Amber LeBuea v. Styx

Amber was already in the ring, when Styx's music began to blare over the pa system. A few moments went bye, and nothing.. Styx wdidn't come through the curtain, but all of a sudden the curtain began to move around a bit..Than.. Billy Mills? Stepped out from the back with a microphone in hand..

"No, as my first act of being WWC Commish and all.. I'd like to let everyone know that Styx hasn't not arrived to the arena tonight. Why? Who knows, it's his own fault, and at Alpha Flight, he'll just have to pay the consequences.. Sorry Amber.. You just got yourself a walk off win.." Billy laughed and headed back to the locker room. The crowd booing crazily, Amber looked pissed as her music played and she climbed through the ropes and headed to the back.

Phone Calls
WAR

"Pffft, I really don't care how you do it, just get here for christ sake!......... Yeah, its importent! I wouldn't be on your case like this if it wasn't. I don't care how, but by Alpha Flight, you NEED to be here...... Yeah yeah yeah, whatever, I don't care. Just get here.." WAR slammed the phone down on the hook obviously annoyed..

"I don't believe this, I pay people for a reason and they can't even get here on time. First this week, now next week at Alpha Flight! He better make up his god damn mnd." WAR started to shift through the papers on his desk..

"Ugh, I don't think anymore. I have so much shit I have to get done.. Taken over a business isn't easy.. It's too bad Jon had to go and make the smart choice of letting me back on the staff, woulda been so much easier to take over his little company with a law suit, rather from the inside out.." WAR found the paper he was looking for and sat back in his chair. A wide smile came across his face..

"It's about time, one last phone call and everything will be set."

What's The Number?
John Iley

Backstage in a locker room we only a bag lying open. From what we can see of the contents we can't tell who it belongs to. But a voice can be heard, talking to someone but we can't hear who this voice is talking too.

Then out of a door on the side walks John Iley still dressed in his wrestling attire after his match. He's talking a mobile phone, his voice is low and he face is etched in concern. He runs his free hand through his hair. He paces back and forth and waits for a reply. He stops as he listens in on what the person on the other end is telling him. He looks to be slightly upset as he hears the news. Eventually he nods slowly.

"Thank you, you've been a big help, much appreciated, good bye"

He closes up the cell phone and throws it into his kit bag and paces a little more. He removes his shirt and throws it against a wall. His face turns to one of anger and sorrow, his breathing heavy and fast. Eventually he stops pacing and looks at his bag once more and pulls the mobile phone out. He dials a number and waits for an answer on the other end.

"Yes hello, operator? I'd like a number please for a ...."

As he talks he walks off into the other room, his voice now faded we can't hear his words. Eventually he walks back in again and closes the phone up. He again drops it into his kit bag and then he sits down. Running his hands once again through his hair and rests his head against the wall behind him. He closes his eyes, as his mind is filled with many thoughts.

What his thoughts are, are his and his alone. He gets up and heads towards the shower block.

Trinity v. Jade

The lights flash, spinning wildly into the audience as the eery opening notes of Linkin Park's "RNW@Y" blare over the crowd from every direction. Suddenly, the lights black out completely as the crowd listens to a warning from the band overhead. "I don't think y'all ready. Yo, I don't think y'all ready!" The crowd stirs. As the verse starts up a thunder storm appears on the large screen above the crowd. The vicious rain and dark angry clouds distract the audience as a new wrestler calmly makes her way to the ring. The screen is consumed with a lightening bolt. The crowd jumps as the lights kick back into a full swing, lightening bolt affect

Now I find myself in question (They point the finger at me again) Guilty by association (You point the finger at me again)
The lights continue to flash around the arena as Jade enters the ring slowly to the rhythm of the chorus.

I wanna runaway (I wanna runaway) I wanna know the truth (I wanna know the truth) I wanna know the answers (I wanna know the answers) I wanna shut the door (and open up my mind) And open up my mind (and open up my mind)

On this final note, Jade can be viewed by all audience members. Her hair blowing behind her as she stands boldly in the center of the ring. The lights calm themselves to give the audience a clear view of a tall, muscular woman clad in khaki peddle pushers and a white baby tee midriff with the word "champion" written in bold letters on the front...

Than just as she gets herself ready in the ring, Hollow by A Perfect Circle begins to blare over the PA system. After a few moments Trinity from the Inquisition walks slowly to the ring, getting booed by pretty much everyone in the arena, she rolls under the bottom rope and heads to her corner in wait for the opening bell, to start another grueling match between the two female super stars.

Just before the bell is about to sound, "I Believed You Yesterday" by AFI starts to balre over the PA system, meaning just one thing.. WAR.

After a few moments he steps out from the back with a microphone in hand, the music dies down and he is getting booed horribly by the crowd.

"Well ladies. You really didn't think you'd get away with just a plain ol' match now did ya? After that cat fight last week between you two, I think this match deserves a little more." Both female superstars look at each other confused. "Yes, with the power invested in me, I think I'll be making this match.. Hmm.. How about, just hardcore rules? I like that idea." WAR begins to strut down to the ring slowly, dropping the mic at his feet once he gets to the apron.. He lifts the drape and shifts under the bottom of the ring, pulling out cookie sheets, chairs, tables, trash cans, a fire extinguisher and plenty of other objects for them to use.. He starts tossing everything into the ring. Once most of the floor is cleared with his ‘toys'. He picks the microphone back up and starts to back up the ramp slowly. "Have fun ladies.. Don't go soft on each other easy.. No body, wants to see that.." WAR just smiled as he turned and headed back into the backstage area.


"Looks like WAR is abusing his power once again..I don't see why Jon let him back, he's been despicable lately.." Michele says in a huff.

"Pfft, he just made everything all the more interesting for us, now lets get this started!" Mark sounding almost interested in the match.

Both Jade and Trinity don't have much say in what just happen.. The bell sounds and they turn to each other, Trinity more quickly than Jade and takes her down quickly with a shoulder tackle. Odd move for someone like Trinity but it got the job done. Not wasting anytime, Trinity drops a swift elbow and makes it back to her feet, but pulling Jade up behind her, she than whips Jade into the ropes, but she has to hop over all the objects in the ring to not trip over them.. While Jade was running, Trinity quickly grabbed a cookie sheet and used it to good work right against Jade's face sending her hard to the mat with a loud thud. Jade hits the mat hard and quickly grasps her face in pain, rolling over onto her stomach and clinching where the cookie sheet crushed her facial features. Trinity just laughed as she dropped the sheet to the mat and grabbed Jade by the hair, once again pulling her to her feet.

"That sure was a devastating blow from Trinity! She's not showing any mercy!" Michele exclaims.

"Meh, if it was guys it'd be harder and more malice." Mark says dryly.

Trinity takes her time this time and lands a couple fore arms to Jade's back and tries whipping her into the ropes again, though this time it's reversed and Jade caught Trinity with a high knee right to her mid section after spinning around quickly and reversing the Irish whip. Trinity didn't fall to the mat, but stayed hunched over long enough for Jade to turn it into a double under hook, modified into a avalanche back slide, slamming the back of Trinity's head into the mat. Jade releases the backslide type move, not keeping it for a pin knowing it would get her nowhere. With Trinity on the mat holding her head, Jade grabbed her left leg and twisted it into a leg lock, but than fell backwards something like you would see with an Indian Deathlock, but snapping Trinity's knee in ways it shouldn't be bent. Jade locks it in as a submission for a moment, but not long enough to get a tap out from Trinity. Not wanting to waste her time, Jade takes a few quick steps up onto the top rope and leaping into a perfect Asai Moonsault right on top of Trinity.

"Great show of ariel skills by Jade! She took to the air with ease!" Michele said excitedly

Taking the blow well, Trinity just holds her chest for a moment as Jade gets to her feet a bit slower than she has been moving. Not missing much though, when she sees Trinity struggling to her feet, she goes over and lands a boot right to Trin's forehead knocking her back down to the mat holding her head now.

Michele explained"Jade looks like she is really wanting to win this match after what happen last week!"

Mark sighed, "If you went out like they did, you would also. I mean seriously, no body in wrestling wants a draw, not even girls.."

"What's that supposed to mean!?" Michele shot back.

"Nothing, nothing at all.."

Jade yanked Trinity up by her hair, not giving her much of a choice to do anything but what she wanted, and than Jade made sure to catch Trin with a hard slap to the head, which knocked her a few steps off to the side. Seeing Trinity staggered a bit Jade took the opportunity grabbed a trash can lid that lay on the mat and whacked Trinity right across the face with a baseball bat swing like motion. Being the tough vixen she is, Trinity stays on her feet, but stumbles hard into the ropes, only staying on her feet because of the ropes she is using to latch onto. Jade takes the lid to Trinity's back once again, and than once more for good measure, the lid almost crumpled in two, looking like nothing more than a piece of twisted metal now. Seeing it useless, she tosses it onto the mat and than begins searching the ring again..

"Hmpf, Jade seems to be making good use of the weapons WAR decided to toss into the ring.' Mark pointed out the obvious..

"A bit uncharacteristic of her, but I guess in a match like this, everyone loses their mind a bit, heh. Those shots with the trash can lid though, they sure were menacing." Michele explained sounding a bit concerned for Trinity.

Jade found herself a small wooden box, something that looked like it would be used as a jewelry box or something of the sort. She looked it up and down and than shrugged. Turning towards Trinity, she raised the box up over her head ready to bring it down in one long fluid motion, but almost unnoticeably fast, Trinity whipped around and landed a hard thrusting kick into the gut of Jade hunching her over but not dropping the box. Using whatever energy she has left, Trinity gets up and brings a high knee lift into the face of Jade, but catching the box on the upward thrust, smashing the box against Jade's face, sending her down to the mat with the box in splinters.

"Oh my god! The wooden box shattered against the face of Jade! Did you see that force from Trinity!" Michele yelled.

"Yeah, I saw it, pretty hardcore I suppose." Mark couldn't have sounded anymore apathetic.

Both women down on the mat, neither of them moving too much except for Jade rolling around a bit holding her face, and Trinity just trying to regain any strength she could have left in her. There is no real movement to get to either's feet. The ref cannot make a count because of the rules of the match, so the girls take their time getting to their feet..

"Both of them look pretty down and out, I don't see this one lasting much longer Mark." Michele said.

"Last week's match was ten times worse, if they could handle that, I'm positive this stuff ain't anything to them. They still have some fight left in'em. Trust me."

Still using the ropes to get to her feet and hold herself up, Trinity made it to her feet first, while Jade was still on the mat holding her face, but on her hands and knees now. Not in an attempt to get to her feet, but trying to just make something out of what she can.. Trinity almost stumbling forward to Jade, landed a hard right to the back of Jade's neck, causing a slight yelp of pain, but it was nothing compared to the splintering box in her face from just moments prior. Landing a hard right elbow Trinity picked Jade up in a scoop slam and slammed her down full force onto a trash can, twisting it into a pile of nothing right under the pressure from the slam. Trinity took a step back and than a few steps around to regain herself..

"Trinity looks worn out.. Both girls are giving it their all tonight! That hard scoop slam looked like it took allot!" Michele exclaimed..

"That was nothing.." Mark replied..

Looking around on the outside as well as in for something to use, Trinity spotted a table just laying on the outside covered in a few cookie sheets. Trinity glanced over at Jade, and than let a loose smile come across his face. She slid outside of the ring and cleared the cookie sheets off the table.. Picking the table up and than turning it over onto the right side before setting it up on the outside of the ring.. Once the legs are up and in position Trinity slid back into the ring, but stopped herself mid way through.. Slowly she came back outside of the ring and repositioned the table so that it is leaning on the barrier and part of the ring apron length ways..

"What the hell is Trinity doing?!" The rhetorical question escaped Michele's lips.

"Whatever it is, it can't be good.. Maybe someone will get hurt." Ending with a slight sign of emotion..

Trinity rolled back into the ring, only to grab Jade by the hair and yank her to the outside. Landing a few more hard forearm shots to the shoulders and head of Jade, Trinity laid her out on her back on top of the table her had set up.. Trinity chuckled to herself as she rolled back into the ring. She just stood in the center of the carnage and what not that lay around her, starring at Jade who is laid out neatly on the table. Bruised and battered but no other signs of real harm, besides a small little cut above her left eye, which wasn't too bad.

"What is Trinity doing?! She's wasting time.." Michele said answering her own question.

"She's either getting the guts to do whatever, or she is, as you said, wasting time." Mark said with a sarcastic tone in his voice..

Trinity forced herslight to climb to the top turnbuckle slowly, and she steadied herself out.. SLowly she rose standing up vertical and just looked down at Jade. With an evil grin, Trinity leaped off the top rope in Swanton fashion, crashing right through Jade and the table. Obviously taken allot out of her, she stays laying down on top of Jade, and the ref counts it as a pin.. 1....2...3!

"Trinity got the win, after an amazing move.." Michele says.

Winner via Pinfall Trinity

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Jon Collins & Divefire

The rustle of papers. The scribbling of pen on paper. These are the sounds you hear as Jonathan Collins goes through the things on his desk. The saying "There's no place like home" is so far from the truth as far as Jonathan is concerned...but the stress seems to dissapate as the door opens.

"Thanks for your time." he spoke

The man who walked in gave a nod, closing the door behind him and stepping further into the office, noting with a slight smirk the paper work that adorned the various flat surfaces.

"Not a problem." Divefire replied easily in his dark British tones. "Ah, how I don't miss all the paper work." He mused for a moment.

"I'd pay to get rid of it all...but I suppose I brought it all upon myself when I opened this company." spoke Collins with a calm, yet frustrated voice.

A slight chuckle was given in reply before Divefire replied, a little more seriously. "Hire some help before it does to you what it did to me. Actually, wait, I thought you did hire some help?"

"I have...sadly, my help seems to be finding its way to the organization inside the organization."

Divefire shook his head slightly, eyes narrowing somewhat. "Yeah, that sucks. Less then a month old and some bastard already wants your baby." Divefire shook some of the agitation of some parallel emotion away and looked back to Collins. "So you wanted me to sign some legal crap or something?"

He looked to Divefire and spoke flatly. Being on this side of favor asking was rare for him. "I want you to help me."

Divefire gave the only response he could, given the question posed to him. He blinked. "You want my help? With what? Or is that just something very obvious that I've totally missed?"

Jonathan looked up at him, and there was no trace of optimism or sarcasm in his voice.

"If Warren wants a battle with me...I'm going to need troops. He's already loaded his lineup with Arson, Chamber, and whoever else he's convinced. It's time for me to respond back. I want you to head the pack."

"Me?" Divefire replied with more then a trace of disbelief in his voice. "No offence Jonathan, but you don't even know me. I'm not the hero type, not even close."

He looked at him and smirked, finally cracking with emotion.

"I didn't ask for a hero...I asked for a mercenary."

A low level, shot laugh barked out from the depths of Divefire. "Ah, well, I take it back. Maybe you do know me."

"You help me eliminate the WWC, and you can name your price."

A flicker of something moved behind Divefire's eyes. "My prices are normally paid in blood, sweat and tears." His reply was low, almost reverberating with the same sliver of darkness that had moved behind his eyes. Then he smirked in response, cold and clear. "I'll be fighting lots of people, that'll do me for now."

He smiled. "If that's the case, I can pay you in spades. The war, right now, will be long. I doubt you'll be alone. I'll be looking for more help."

Jonathan smiled and stood up, offering his hand for a shake. "Good working with you."

With a nod, Divefire took the offered hand and shook it firmly. "I hope so. I guess I'll be starting with Chamber, tonight, and here I was going to let him walk out of the ring…" he spoke as he headed out of the office.

He let Divefire walk out and as he headed off, Jonathan smirked and spoke.

"Top that, Warren."

Gratitude
Trinity & WAR

The unmistakable click-clack of heels sounded sharply, a piercing sound up ahead in the hallway. A figure turned a corner, as easily known as that piercing sound of simply walking. Trinity, covered in gleaming black and metal as always, some...case held in her hands. Clear glass, with only the red-orange surface visable. A quick look around for her prey...err...object of her current attentions....

Mean while, only a few steps down the hall is WAR's locker room, which he is just stepping out of, he takes a look around, not paying much mind to the wrestlers which are about the backstage area, which is a normal view for any offical of the CWC. He begins walking down the hall, obviously out looking for something, or someone.

Along the way, a hand reaches out, pulling at his arm. Female - no man around here would survive with a grasp that weak, though it seems to be more of a request than a demanding gesture. And besides, who else is covered from the wrist up? A voice, softer than that used in the ring and lightly accented with Spanish tones, sounds just barely above the din of the CWC halls. Just soft enough to need to listen to actually hear, not the random ravings so common in these halls.

"What?!" WAR whipped around to see who it was, at first he looked almost right over Trinity, but than noticed her standing there. He looked a bit confused, the softness of her voice was hard to hear and he had no idea who was behind him grabbing at him. He eyed her up for a moment, "Oh, what do you want?" he asked, not exactly in the manner it may have come off as, did he mean it.

Even in the added height of her boots, WAR towers over her, and she rather has to hold the 9 x 9 glass case up to him, rather than simply out. There's an astonishing lack of malice in her face...and perhaps that's only a touch more disturbing than the more predictable hatered. "Enjoy. I heard a few things around...it should be sufficient, I believe. Think of this as a...thanks for not treating me quite as badly as you man handled Jaxx earlier, yes?"

Watching out for his own concern, WAR took a step backward and put his hand out as in the gesture of saying no. He looks a bit confused. "It could have been worse, but I don't think this is needed... There's probably something in them anyway.." He put his hand down and reached into his pocket, not pulling anything out, just keeping it there, "I can't trust you people in the Inquisition anyway."

"And you expect yourself to be judged solely on with whom you associate?" The question was perhaps baited, the smile amused, never quite reaching her golden-brown eyes. Empty eyes, devoid of the simple things normal people take for granted. Compassion, for example... "I'm afraid it would terribly offend me if you refused...and if you honestly wish me to prove they're no more poisonous than my words..."

WAR took a step forward and looked through the glass.. "Hrm.. Well, maybe.." He went to take the platter, "Don't expect WWC to go easy on the Inquisition, being neutral still makes them the enemy ya know.."

"Laced? Certainly. But a -little- touch of hashish never hurt anybody." From amused to wry, still the look seems alien on her face, as if nobody had perhaps thought she -could- be amused without being derisive at the same time. She gave a nonchalant shrug, and handed the caramel topped brownies over. "And so it goes. But it would be unforgivable not to pay a debt in kind...for good or ill."

"Why do you consider it a debt?" WAR peeked inside the platter and let a loose smile come across his face, "I did smack you around a bit, if you don't remember.. And than YOU, proceeded to lay your hands on me." WAR lifted his nose to her, "You lucky your a girl, it woulda been allot worse."

"Perhaps...but if you didn't notice, that's what we do. And if you really didn't have your eyes on the match, I can understand that you didn't see that my ever skilled and lovely partner of the night, Nightshade, had been far worse. There's no room for light treatments in the Inquisition. And if you had counted the pin, well..." Another shrug, and that same, wry smile still curving over her face. "...then I suppose I never would've had cause to raise a hand against you."

WAR just shakes his head in disgust. "Right, it was far too early into the match to count that pin.." WAR shrugged with one shoulder, "I regretted it after the match but oh well, maybe I should have. I was tired of watching three women and one half of man in the ring.. Normally I wouldn't have counted a double pin, but oh well, it happens." WAR tipped the glass of the platter, "Atleast CWC didn't win that one.."

A slight laugh, lasting only a moment, but seeming genuine. "That's the spirit, isn't it?"

"I suppose," WAR smiled. "soon enough everything will fall into the hands of WWC, and than the Inquisition will be forced to pick sides.. It'll be a shame for them, neutrals aren't excepted around here.."

"We'll see about that, all in due time. But for right now, you have your hands busy in other matters, and I have a pathetic woman to break inside of that ring. Enjoy." Finally, that familiar edge of cruelty shines in her smile, shadows twisting as she turns, and simply begind to walk away.

WAR lets out a slight "hmpf" watching Trinity walk away.. Every step too, he smiles a bit and decides to head back to his office to enjoy the brownies.. "Hmm, it's a shame she'll just be treated like the rest when the time times.."

Divefire v. Chamber

The Arrowhead Pond Arena comes alive to the sounds of Sound Garden’s ‘Black Hole Sun’ pumping around its heavy walls, echoing out to the fans who respond in a slow series of boos, waiting for the man called Chamber to make his way out to them.

“These people have no respect for the CWC Tempest champion.” Mark Ashburn mutters into the mic. “They can’t appreciate the amount of work this man has put into to get here, into this position. The, blood and sweat he’s had to shed in the last…

“Month?” Michelle McMahon counters smoothly, perking a brow at her co-commentator from across the booth. “And in fact, so far he hasn’t turned up. Oh wait, no here he is.” And indeed, here is Chamber, coming in from the crowds and generally ignoring them before leaping over the crowd retainer and making his way into the ring, proudly displaying his Tempest title, which isn’t on the line tonight.

Then the sounds of ‘Black Hole Sun’ fade out as do the lights and things become rather pitch black as a low rolling bass guitar beat of Kittie's 'Run Like Hell' washes over the arena with an unstoppable tide of sound. It’s a heavy warning of what approaches, what to expect and what to do about it. Then the drums chime in with their warning and the pyro's go off in the darkened arena and sirin sings he warning.

"Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run…"

And then the red lights that pool around the entrance way start to blink out, one by one as something approaches from the back, a force of nature letting itself be known as a hurricane might with a simple gust of wind. Into the gloom he steps, all leather and shades profiled by the dark and silhouetted as he steps further down the ramp way, more lights blinking out as those he passed start to flicker back to existence.

“What the hell is this bullshit?!” Mark yells in to the gloomy light as he casts his gaze out into the ramp way.

“I think that might be Divefire’s entrance.” Michele replies with a cool tone, sounding nether impressed or disappointed, just stating a fact.

Slowly, confidently Divefire slides into the ring and slowly raises, looking about him once again and making his way into the centre of the ring as the centre spot that would illuminate him to all gives out in his presence. The sirin gives her warning one final time.

"Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run…"

To late. With the simple gesture of tensing his entire body, the four ring posts respond in the only way they know how, by firing pyro high into the arena sky and finally illuminating Divefire to the audiences gaze who respond by… doing nothing at all. Well a few pop but for most it would seem this is the first time they’ve seen Divefire in the ring and indeed Chamber doesn’t look that impressed either as Divefire shifts out of his shades and jacket.

The referee signals for the bell and the match officially gets underway. The two men circle each other quickly, both looking for a free opening before lunging in. They lock up hard and struggle for control of the grapple, Chamber takes a step forward, pressing on Divefire and pushing him back a step before British ninja locks his legs and plants his feet, powering forward with his arms and sending Chamber to mat hard. Chamber moves fast though and rolls with the momentum, getting up to his feet a distance away and getting his bearings back.

“And look at Chamber’s cat like grace and quickness there!” Mark yells into the mic, shilling for the heel. “He’s going to run rings around Divefire, and what sort of dumb ass name is Divefire, anyway?!”

“Perhaps you’d like to take it up with him after the match?” Michele enquires to Mark smoothly.

“Yeah, I will!” Replies Mark with added bravado for good measure.

Meanwhile back in the ring… The two men of the match are once more circling each other, Chamber being a little more tentative this time, goes for the hook up, but rather then going for a test of strength he swings around to the back of Divefire and slips on a hammerlock. Wrenching it on Chamber smiles to himself in a bout of cockiness as Divefire aims an elbow at his advisory’s head. Chamber ducks it easily though, but misses the follow through, which reveres the hammerlock into a standing arm bar.

As Divefire tightens the hold, Chamber slaps at his shoulder, once, twice and then coils himself briefly, before flipping backwards, ducking into a forward roll, spinning and… walking right Divefire’s boot, planted their by a smooth kick. Chamber falls to the mat in surprise, clutching at his face for a moment before he has to cover up because Divefire is setting about him with a series of standing boots into his midsection and a few stomps.

“Hey, that’s not very friendly! Ref, get ‘em out of there!” Mark once more hollers from the sidelines.

“And you care about that, when, exactly?” Michele asks of her erstwhile partner.

“Hey, this is a wrestling match, not a bar room brawl!” Mark counters as the referee finally does insist that Divefire stop kicking the crap out of Chamber as Chamber grabs a hold of the corner ropes for some respite. Divefire backs away slowly, folding his arms and waiting for Chamber to make his next move. Which is for Chamber to happily slide out of the ring and get his breath back and figure out a counter plan. Slowly he walks around the outside, with the referee starting a ring count out.

Divefire however, doesn’t wait and slides out of the ring after Chamber. Quickly he catches up with Chamber’s back only to have Chamber turn around fast and from out of sight of the referee, slam Divefire across the head with the Tempest title. Divefire goes down to his knees, clutching at his forehead, while Chamber carefully slides the Tempest title away and rolls Divefire back into the ring.

Following up quickly behind, Chamber clambers up the outside of the ring and in the blink of an eye launches himself off the top rope and down to a still down Divefire with a 450 splash. The ring rocks! Divefire takes the full impact and after a second to catch his breath, Chamber hooks a leg for the pin. The ref goes down.

One…!

“That’s it, Chamber’s got Divefire dead to rights now!” Mark screams once more in triumph.

Two…!

“With one hard hitting move and a belt shot, you’re so sure?” Mark’s fellow commentator asks of him?

Thr… No, Divefire rips his shoulders from the mat, rolling out of the pin much to Chamber’s chagrin. With annoyance made into determination, Chamber pulls Divefire up from the mat and Irish whips him into the ropes and bounces off the opposite ones himself. They come together like express trains, Chamber leaps, wrapping his legs around Divefire’s neck and sends him crashing to the mat with head scissors take down.

Once more Chamber goes for the pin, putting his weight on Divefire’s shoulders this time. The referee goes down again for the count.

One…!


Two…!

And Divefire kicks out hard, forcing Chamber off his chest. Chamber reacts quickly though, leaping to his feet while Divefire stays on the mat for a moment more. Chamber once more climbs to the top turnbuckle and leaps off, launching into air and looking to land a Five Star Frog Splash, but Divefire leaps into air and counters the move with a text book dropkick counter.

Both men land to the mat hard and catch their breath for a moment before slowly pulling themselves back up to their feet. Divefire’s up a little before Chamber and waists no time in driving a hard knee into his midsection. Chamber staggers back, clutching at his midsection, already hurt by the intercepted frog splash and bending forward slightly. Divefire pounces on Chamber, grabbing hold of his shoulders and somersaults himself over Chamber, using the momentum to drive the back of his head into the mat, while Divefire himself lands on his feet fairly easily.

“My, I think that was the Fire Bomb, wasn’t it?” Michele asks of her booth colleague to which he responds by just grumbling out loud.

Divefire goes for the pin quickly, hooking the leg as a few of the fans pop for the last move. The referee goes down and begins the count once more.

One…!


Two, no, Chamber kicks out with pride and power, but Divefire seems unfazed and Chamber still looks dazed. With a swift move, Divefire wraps his left arm around Chamber’s neck, pulling both of them to their feet, before blatantly putting the headlock into a chokehold. The ref calls for the break, which Divefire gladly does, by rolling over the back of Chamber, landing on his feet the other side of him, rising up fast with a reverse elbow to Chamber’s face and nailing a standing palm punch into Chamber’s chest. Chamber rocks a step back but only has a chance to breath one before Divefire steps into him with poise, procession and power, slamming his tensed palm into the heart cavity of Chamber and literally flinging Chamber across the ring like a rag doll.

“Oh, and that would be the Street Lock into what I believe he calls, Firepower. I can rather see why after that demonstration.” Michele adds with a raised brow of careful acceptance as Mark’s head slams into the table, muttering dark things about the Englishman.

Divefire goes over to Chamber and drops for the pin, hooking the leg. The referee once more goes for the count.

One…!

“C’mon Chamber, get up! It wasn’t that hard of a punch, really!” Mark pleads out into the airwaves.

Two…!

“You’re wasting your breath, Mark…” Michele warns him smoothly.

Three…!

And indeed he is, the referee signals for the bell and Divefire wins his first match in the CWC and beats the Tempest champion, clean! With a look of satisfaction, Divefire raises his arm in victory to a small crow pop, then leaves the ring in a controlled fashion, leaving Chamber to come back to his senses slowly.

Winner via Pinfall Divefire

Pep Talk of Sorts
WAR, Chamber, & Arson

Backstage, right outside of WAR's office, Arson and Chamber are standing in wait for their boss to arrive. They have been summoned by him, but he is nowhere to be found, "Where the hell is he man?" Arson asks, obviously getting a bit impatient. "This again?" Chamber sighs, shifting the Tempest Championship, then just letting it fall to the ground. "I hate this shit. Where is he?"

Arson just shrugs, very annoyed, " I don't know, but he only has about five minutes before I decide to get the fuck out of there..."

"Ditto, big bro..."

"Pffft..." Just than foot steps from behind can be heard, and rounding the corner, WAR appears... Chamber just flahses him a look and Arson doesn't even bother looking up.. "Hello Boys.." WAR says with a slight smile across his face.. "Hello yourself, Oh Late One." is Chamber's sarcastic remark. "Where the hell have you been...again?"

"Yeah, that would be nice to know, since you have some kinda infacuation with keeping us waiting all the time.." Arson's tone comes off as more of a threat than a statement.." WAR doesn't pay him much mind, "Come into my office, I know I have a bit of explaining to do, but its all worth it.. Trust me, have I let you two down yet?"

"Yes, but let's get to it, okay?" Chamber yawns and sits.

WAR opens the door to his office, which is a mess from his work earlier with the papers and phone calls, but he just ignores it, as Arson and Chamber look around at the complete mess, "Have a seat you two.." The brothers Alexander look at eachother and than shrug, as they sit down in the chairs infront of WAR's desk.. "As you both know, Mr. Collins fired me last week.. But well, I'm back obviously. No big deal right? Not at all, its all good. Anyway, as I said from the very beginning of this, we would own CWC sooner or later.. If he decided not to hire me, it woulda been allot easier, but its not.. Now, with Alpha Flight coming up, this is our chance to shine, and during this upcoming week, I have made some very importent phone calls, to some people that are willingto help the WWC out quite a bit.. But first, before we can take them up on our offer, we have to show them something.. Starting this week, and then next week with Alpha Flight, we need to crown a WWC World Champion.." WAR pauses for a moment, waiting for a reaction from his two man roster..

"And?"

WAR snarls, "And with two fuckin men on the roster it's pretty fuckin hard.. I've been working my ass off trying to get some more people to join with us, and I've done quite the job.. You two are my two main guys, you have just as much say in this whole thing as I do.. Tonight, two more members of WWC are going to be named.. And with your help, the both of you.. We're going to put one of them in the spot light.. Than at Alpha Flight, same deal.. They get the spotlight.. Hopefully in three weeks time we have that champion we've been looking for.. You two, are going to put them over..." WAR knows that the Brothers aren't going to like that, so he has already prepared for their response.

"WHAT?!" Chamber picks up his title and shoves it close to WAR's face. "You WANTED a champion, you GOT one, WAR! I will NOT put anyone over, I don't care HOW good you think they are."

Arson just sits there, indifferently.. "I haven't even had a sanctioned match yet, I don't give a shit.."

WAR shakes his head, "Chamber, yes, you are a champion. Thats why you'll be putting over the next WWC champion.. It doesn't matter my boy, you hold a CWC title, which is more importent than a WWC one at this point anyway.. So just do what your paid to do and get on with it.."

"We'll see, WAR." Chamber sits back and shakes his head. "We'll see."

"NO Chamber, We will not see.." WAR sits back and regains his composure.. "I'll tell you what, go out there and destroy Divefire, and I'll spare you from putting someone over."

"Whatever" Chamber gets up and opens the door, then stops. "Don't ask me something I can't do, WAR. Just don't." He shuts the door and leaves.

WAR looks over towards Arson, "Go talk some sense into that boy.." Arson just nods as he gets up and goes after Chamber..

More Presents... And who said Santa wasn't real
Scott Grail

The locker room is silent as everything remains still. Nobody is around and everything is peaceful. An envelope appears on one of the lockers. The locker has no name on it but the envelope is signed with the name Scott. Quietly Scott Grail walks into the room still in the same clothes as before. Scott throws down his duffle bag and looks up at the locker to see an envelope with his name on it. He looks around a bit curious as to what the contents could be. He rips open the envelope and finds two pieces of paper. The first one reads:

*you can thank me later*

*-Jon*

Scott looks at the second piece of paper. Its a letter from a kid named Jeremy. Apparently it was a fan of Scott's. It was sent to the HWF, Jon must have gotten his hands on it but why would he give it to Scott? Ok, granted the letter was addressed to Scott but what was the point in giving the letter to him now? Yeah, it looked as though Jon was trying to give Scott a morale boost. Scott sighs as he sticks the letter back into the envelope and throws the envelope back into the duffle bag.

Just then the door to the locker room slams open. Scott turns around and looks towards the door and goes pale. It wasn't someone he was expecting. In fact, he had hoped that he never would have to go through with what he was about to do. An old spanish man with his old wife stood at the doorway.

"Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Sensato." Scott said trying not to show fear. He had dreaded this. Who would have thought Laura's parents would actually track Scott down? What would they do? What would they say?

The Sensatos walked in and stood in front of Scott. Scott just stood there. Nobody said a word. There was complete silence and for a moment everything was still. Scott closed his eyes and swallowed as he waited to hear what Laura's parents had to say. He knew they would be mad at him. It wasn't his fault but he had pulled her away from them. At least thats how they saw it. In a small creaky voice with a heavy spanish accent Mrs. Sensato started to speak.

"We know Laura meant a lot to you and you meant more to her then her whole family....." Mrs. Sensato paused, trying to find the words. "We're sorry. We didn't mean to hurt you or Laura."

Scott put his head down and sighed. He hadn't expected that response. Mr. Sensato stuck his arm out and raised Scott's head so that they stared each other in the eyes.

"We heard you were wrestling tonight. We wanted to make things right. We heard you were back in the ring and we wanted to give you this." Mr. Sensato said. He reached behind his back into his pocket. Another surprise? How many more would Scott receive tonight? Mr. Sensato reached back and pulled out an old luchadore mask. It was green and black... Scott's colours.

"This was my old mask that I used when I was wrestling in Mexico. Take it." Mr. Sensato stretched out his arm. Scott pushed the mask away.

"I can't take this." Scott turns around but Mr. Sensato stops him.

"I want you to have it. I can't keep it anymore." Mr. Sensato out stretched his arm again and Scott hesitantly grabbed the mask. It was pure leather and felt like it hadn't aged a day. The two held onto the mask for a second before Mr. Sensato let go. Scott held up the mask and looked at it. He chuckled before folding it and putting it neatly on top of his duffle bag.

"Thank you." Scott said as he nodded. Mr. Sensato nodded as well.

"Win... for Laura." Mrs. Sensato said as the two turned around and walked out of the locker room. Scott stood there with no expression on his face before putting his head down and taking a seat.

Nicholas Jaxx v. 24 Karat

"Losing Grip" by Avril Lavigne began to play, and the crowd booed with the arrival of 24 Karat...kind of. The reaction was mixed, but mostly negative. She walked to the ring and slid in. She was coming off a tough loss to Colibri Jr., but she was given a second chance to try to get a big victory against Nicholas Jaxx. As "Losing Grip" faded out, "Sinner" by Drowning Pool kicked in, and Nicholas Jaxx walked out...kinda. The #1 ranked superstar in the CWC came out on the shoulders of Brett Freeman. Freeman carried him down, and Jaxx easily hopped off his shoulders to the apron, but Karat charged at him and knocked him, and subsequently Freeman, down to the ground below. Karat ran off the opposite side ropes and then leaped over the ropes with a perfect corkscrew plancha, keeping the two down. She threw Nicholas in the ring, and the referee rang the bell for the match to start.

Karat started pounding on the back of Jaxx, trying for a quick weardown. She allowed Jaxx to get to on all fours before attacking him again with a flipping senton. This hurt him greatly, and put Jaxx in another bad position. Karat went for the cover, but only got a two, and she nearly flipped at the ref. She got up and started accosting him, but that allowed Jaxx to spin her around...and plant a kiss right on her lips! The crowd popped, and Freeman jumped up and down like a schoolgirl that his buddy actually pulled it off. He breaks the kiss, and for his trouble, Karat gave him something back. A swift kick in the groin. Jaxx crumpled to the ground in a heap, and Karat smirked again, going for a cover, but still only getting a two. She was NOT happy. She grabbed Jaxx's legs and went for another kick to the groin, but Jaxx went for a quick rollup, which Karat got out of so quickly, it didn't even garner a count. Jaxx got back up though, limping, but still managed to nail a big dropkick on 24, which sent her flying back to the corner. Jaxx came in, but ate turnbuckle when Karat moved, and then his luck got worse with a dropkick to the back. She rolled him up, but put her feet on the ropes, and only got a two. Luck wasn't going Karat's way, and the frustration was VERY apparent. She grabbed the referee by the shirt and started screaming, but Jaxx got a schoolboy rollup, for a two. Jaxx didn't look happy, so he continued to pound on the woman who may have left him sterile.

Jaxx grabbed her by her hair and tried flinging her over the ropes, but that didn't work...but at least it got her feet over. He signaled for Freeman and he helped pull her down to ringside. The ref went to argue with Jaxx, and that left Freeman to take care of 24. Only one problem. 24's quite the athlete. He went in for the kill, and he got a groin kick. This was not their lucky day. She hopped back onto the apron and Jaxx went for her, but she gave him a shoulder to the gut, and she flipped over his back, back into the ring. She went for another rollup, but Jaxx rolled with it and landed back on his feet. Jaxx waited for her to kip up, and she got planted with a Jaxx Kick. Jaxx hopped up and down, infatuated with the accuracy of his timing, and then went to the top turnbuckle. He celebrated a bit more, and jumped off for his Jaxx Attacks...and he probably would've landed it if he wouldn't had been so full of himself moments earlier. Karat rolled out of the way, and he ate canvas. The worst part of it all, was the fact that Jaxx landed pretty hard...and knocked himself out. Karat tried to go for a cover, but Freeman tugged at her foot, and she immediately became distracted with Freeman and his cheating ways. She made chase, and Freeman ran around the ring, worried. This allowed Jaxx to revive, and as she came around, Jaxx held onto the top rope, and swung his feet out through the top and middle rope, kicking her in the head. She flew back and hit the guardrail, and Jaxx tried to plancha out to splash her, but she moved, and Jaxx hit his face on the rail. With her back in the driver's seat, she threw him back into the ring, and went for a cover...and yet again, only got a two. The anger began creeping in, and she tried for a boston crab on Jaxx...but he wiggled around quite a bit, afraid she'd try to assault his testicles once more. Instead, she kicked him in the stomach, and then started jumping up and down, probably giving Jaxx quite the stomach ache. She hopped off, and she picked him back up, going for a german suplex, and landed it, with her bridging for a pin. At one, she felt her leg being pulled, and Freeman pulled her out AGAIN! Jaxx's buddy ruined her chance, and she'd have her revenge this time for good. Jaxx laid there, distracting a ref, and as 24 charged Brett Freeman...he caught her and landed a HUGE tiltawhirl spinebuster. This wouldn't have been good in the ring, but on the concrete, it's worse. He threw her back in, and Jaxx ceased the distraction. He climbed up top and landed the Jaxx Attacks this time, and covered 1....2....3. Nicholas Jaxx, albeit dirtily, finds himself another win, and a spot in the Stairway to Heaven.

Winner via Pinfall Nicholas Jaxx

A Date For Trouble
Nicholas Jaxx

Jaxx sprinted down the hallway toward the locker room with a huge grin on his face and a contract in his hand for a match with the champion at Alpha Flight. He leaped up and slapped hands with Brett Freeman who stood waiting outside of Jaxx's locker room. "We did it dude, we fucking did it! We're headed to the MAIN EVENT at Alpha Flight dude, I'm gonna become Zero Gravity CHAM-PEE-ON after the show is over and then I'll finally get recognised dude, finally the world will see Nicholas Jaxx for the god that he is!" Jaxx continued to hug the contract, stopping before entering his locker room and looking across the hallway to Jonathan Collin's office. Jaxx slowly walked over and pushed the door open, looking inside to find only Kicky. "Hey babe" he said confidently, producing a bunch of flowers from out of nowhere, "want to go see a movie with the future CWC Champeen?"

Kicky looked at him with an ice-cold stare but Jaxx didn't back down, almost dancing over toward her and handing her the flowers. He danced around her to the radio and switched it on, taking her by the hand and twirling her around inside the office. "And after the movie we could get dinner, just a friendly date, nothing more…"

"I'll think about it, I think I'm washing my hair tonight." Kicky smiled as she made the excuse causing Jaxx to only try harder. He pulled open one of the drawers and inside found a ring that he presented to the shocked commissioner.

"It'll be a night you'll never forget, I can guarantee that."

Kicky shook her hand loose of Jaxx's and thought for a moment before finally giving in. "Pick me up about 10?" Jaxx almost leapt for joy as she left the room, dancing around the table before tripping up and falling flat on his face. As he rubbed his nose better Jonathan and Helena walked in and gave him a dirty look.

"What are you doing here?" Jonathan looked less than happy to see the number one contender in his office and Jaxx only shrugged, walking out the door without saying another word. Jonathan sat down at his desk and pulled open a drawer, removing a box and passing it to Helena who smiled and opened it slowly. The smile quickly drained from her face though as she stared at Jonathan confused.

"You brought me a box?" Jonathan leapt up and checked the box, then the drawer, then the floor around the table, swearing blind there was a ring in there before he left his office. After a few moments he suddenly looked at Helena, a look of rage spreading across his face.

"JAXX!!!!!"

The scream could be heard at the other end of the corridor where Nicholas Jaxx was bragging to Freeman. "Fuck dude!" Jaxx and Freeman disappeared through a side door as Jonathan came tearing out of his office and began to search for "the Sinner".

Scott Grail v. Colibri JR.

"Warrior Song" by Nas feat. Alicia Keys began to play over the PA System, and the crowd began to erupt...in boos. for the arrival of Colibri Jr. "The Aztec Extremist" welcomed the reaction, and walked down to the ring, slapping hands with the crowd. He hopped on the turnbuckle and pumped his fists to the air, getting a large reception for the gesture. As his music faded out, "Remember" by Disturbed began to play, and Scott Grail slowly emerged from the back. "Scythe" recieved a decent reception, and he walked down to the ring slowly, the rage already building. He stepped into the ring, and the two began circling one another, waiting for the bell to ring.

The two met in the ring, and Colibri extended a hand for a handshake. Scott was bewildered, but took the shake, which quickly became a tieup. Grail used his size advantage to place Colibri in a headlock, but Colibri pushed off, and whipped Grail to the ropes. Grail bounced back with a shoulderblock, knocking Colibri down, and Grail went on the offensive, dropping a knee to the back of his head. Colibri got to his knees and Grail bounced off the ropes with a dropkick to the face. Colibri took it between the eyes, and fell to the ground again. Grail went for a running dropkick to the face, but Colibri rolled out of the way and Grail landed on his back. Colibri quickly grabbed his legs and flipped over for a rollup, but Grail powered up, and flipped the rollup into a rollup of his own. The two then rolled around the ring, reversing the other's rollup, until Grail pushed his weight around, and got the last rollup in, but still only got a two. The two men kipped up, still dizzy, and got a warm response for the opening round of moves. Both men shook hands again, and backed up a bit, so each could rethink their strategy. As the two moved forward again for a tieup, Colibri, this time, got the advantage.

Colibri wrenched down on the headlock, trying to apply pressure, but Scott turned it into side suplex, and Colibri bounced off the mat with a thud. Grail then leaped to the second rope and hopped up for a lionsault, but dropped a hand to Colibri's throat, landing his "Sliced" on Colibri. He held his throat, trying to breathe for a bit, which gave Scott an opening for a second move, this time landing a Rolling Thunder. He landed on Colibri, and hooked the leg for a pin, but Colibri locked the arm, and tried another rollup. Colibri got the two count, and only served to enrage Grail. Grail and Colibri both hopped up, and as Colibri charged him, Grail slammed him down with a spear, slamming fists into his face with abandon. The crowd firmly got behind Grail as he began to pound in. He picked him up, sent Colibri to the ropes, and on the rebound picked him up for a flap jack, but instead, turned it into a high angle version of a spinebomb (Sky High), which sent Colibri down hard. The crowd got stronger in their support of Grail, and he didn't disappoint, landing a flipping leg drop on Colibri's chest. "Scythe" went for a cover, only getting a two, and that frustrated him. He picked up Colibri and whipped him to the corner, and charged in, with a handspring into a facebuster. Grail took the chance and got an Okalahoma Roll on Colibri, going for a pin, and this time only got a two and a half. This frustrated Grail, and he slammed his hand down on the mat again. Grail went up top and then perched, taking his time. He lept off, and demonstrated his agility with a shooting star frog splash. The crowd began a CWC chant as Grail clutched his ribs, slowly crawling over to make the pin, and successfully got the three count. Scott Grail wins a hard match in his CWC debut, and is set to go to Alpha Flight!

Winner via pinfall Scott Grail

Last Minute Contracts
WAR & Jon Collins

Right after the Jaxx and 24 Karat match, we catch a shot of WAR in his office, just watching the credits of the show. He sits back, obviously in deep thought. He than lets a smile across his face and goes through his desk quickly. He finds some sorta contract paper and starts to fill in the blanks. He does this quickly, and once he is finished he jumps out of his chair and walks quickly towards the door to his office. He exits and starts jogging down the halls.

He goes to the door of Jon Collin's office and knocks on it, only a moment goes by when Jon answers, before he can say anything WAR cuts him off. "Just take this into consideration...." WAR handed him the contract and began to walk away. Jon shut the door and headed back to his desk, he sat down and glanced over the paper... A confused expression came over his face..

"Why the hell would WAR want 24 Karat in the main event?"

(The screen is dark, quickly showing previous clips from the last few weeks of CWC television. Suddenly, "Immortal" by Adema begins to play....all of a sudden....)

#LET'S FIGHT!!!!

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(Suddenly, the heavy intro of the song kicks in, and with a strobe effect, we are flooded with images of Trinity, Scott Grail, Nicholas Jaxx and 24 Karat. The four particpants of the Stairway to heaven.)

#We're face to face
#Loyalty is what I need to see from you

(We see clips of Jade being tormented by Wesley Madrox, and her war with The Inquisition. We see Trinity removing the barbed wire wrap from around Wesley and him nailing Jade with The Tabula Rasa. We quickly find ourselves watching Jade landing the Jaded Vision on an opponent, and her raising her arms in victory.)

#You're insecure
#I can see the fear that breeds in your heart

(Colibri Jr....Eddie Baxter. We watch each of them raise their hands in victory. We see Colibri land The Suicide Ride, and Baxter hitting someone with The Soul Clap. The shot cuts to each of them fighting difficult battles, and then we move on to the next flurry of images.)

#Where will you run? Where will you hide?
#I see the look drift from your eyes

(We take a look at the pure, unadulterated hate both W.A.R. and Jonathan Collins have for one another. Both of them jawjacking at one another, and the punch heard across the CWC last week, with Collins decking Reight. It then goes into both of them standing with their allies...W.A.R. with Arson and Chamber, and Collins with Divefire and Grail. The next shot goes into the other superstars of the CWC.)

#Who will survive? Let's get it on
#And we'll fight!

(Dye...Mark Houston...John Iley...Chris Cruz...Tommy Savage...Kevin Gaines...Olde Man Rivers...Styx...the various shots, before settling on two people in particular. Amber LeBeau and Chamber. All the clips seem to show them reveling in someone else's pain and torture. This fits them both quite nicely. And this is what we have until we see the collage of video shots for the superstars once more.)

#I know who you are
#The leader of lost souls
#You can't kill me
#I'm immortal
#I'm not afraid to die
#My soul will travel on
#You can't kill me
#I'm immortal
Immortal....