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Raven kicks out!
Al Locker: A very close call there
Alan Carcia: Raven hasn't even amounted any type of attack on Gray yet
Gray gets to his feet and waits for Raven to get to his feet again. As Raven gets to his feet Gray runs in for a clothesline but Raven counters with a quick drop toe hold. Raven gets back to his feet quickly and waits for Gray to get up. As Gray gets up Raven hits him with a dropkick which backs him in to a corner. Raven gets up and runs in with a splash in the corner and then starts to kick away at the stomach of Gray.
Al Locker: Raven get back in to the match here
Alan Carcia: He's needs to keep this going if he wants a chance of winning
Raven walks a few steps back from the corner and kicks Gray in the guts. He then hits a vertical suplex on him. Raven then gets up to his feet quickly and hits Gray with a senton splash. Raven then goes for the cover.
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Gray Zee kicks out!
Al Locker: He isn't out of it yet
Alan Carcia: Raven is going to need to do more to win the champ here
Raven quickly gets to his feet and starts to stomp away at Gray on the floor. Raven takes a step back and lets Gray get up slowly. As Gray is on all fours Raven comes running in with a kick to the ribs which knocks Gray back down holding his ribs. Raven then hits another senton splash on Gray Zee and goes for another cover.
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Gray Zee kicks out!
Al Locker: Raven getting closer and closer
Alan Carcia: He needs to finish this off quickly, before Gray Zee destroys him!
Raven gets to his feet quickly and starts to work on the mid-section of Gray again with stomps. He then follows up with a legdrop across then neck of Gray. Raven gets back to his feet quickly and waits for Gray to up. As Gray gets up Raven runs in with a clothesline but Gray ducks and again grabs him from behind around the waist. He delivers another thunderous German suplex. Gray stands up and has a sick smile on his face, as if he's enjoying the punishment he's dishing out.
Al Locker: You were right Carcia, this doesn't look good for Raven
Alan Carcia: I'm always right Locker... hahaa
Gray picks Raven up by the waist, and delivers another German suplex. He then goes for the cover.
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Raven kicks out!
Al Locker: How on God’s green earth did he kick out of that!
Alan Carcia: I'm not sure Locker, but it looked over for Raven
Gray just waits for Raven to get up, stalking him. Raven gets up slowly after the German suplex. As he gets up Gray lifts him up and nails him with a T-Gray-O in the centre of the ring and goes for the cover.
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DING! DING! DING!
Richard Basset: The winner of this match.... GRAAAAYYYY ZEEEE!
Al Locker: Well there you have it folks, the World Heavyweight Champion with a victory
Alan Carcia: He'll be glad to get some momentum going in to Doomsday after his loss to Kieran Overton last week
As Gray Zee stands in the centre of the ring with his arm raised by Gabriel Lane, and the HcW World Heavyweight Championship in the other. Raven begins to stir and has a pissed off look on his face. He quickly gets to his feet and gets behind Gray, he spins Gray around...
BYTE FROM HELL!!
Al Locker: What the hell...
Alan Carcia: Does this guy have a death wish? What is going on here...?
Raven slides out of the ring and walks up the aisle. He stops at the top of the ramp and turns to face the ring. Gray Zee is already back up to his feet. Gray stands facing the ramp way and holding up the championship and mouthing off at Raven. Raven just looks on laughing.
The cameras transition backstage
Clank. Hiss. Whoosh. Clank. Hiss. Whoosh. Clank. Hiss. Whoosh. Clank. Hiss. Whoosh. The zippo lighter in Tommy McMaster’s hand burst to life and then was extinguished with casual ease. He sat on a chair in a corner somewhere backstage, away from the humanity he hated to his core. The camera was thrust as close as it could get before The Wildfire pushed it back again.
“So now you want me to flap my gums, spout some nonsense so those moronic ‘Fans’ can buy some tickets. Do you think they want to see me? Do you really they want to see the monster that stalks them at night, that burns their societal trappings to the ground? As you think they do I shall comment? Monday Night Hell. I said I would dispose of that meddlesome ingrate Raven Trueblood and I did. Was it easy? No. What would be the point in an easy victory? The harder the victory the sweeter the taste and I will not crow like that simpleton. I won. I move on but you see something else occurred that night. Samantha Hamilton became pure champion. Is that two titles now little lady? Bravo. I was wrong about you but it doesn’t mean I do not want to grapple with you again now does it?”
Clank. Hiss. Whoosh. Clank. It fired and expelled the flames.
“But as I have now receded that loser Raven back to the tag team titles what will The Wildfire do next? I have thought about this and one person comes to the fore. Scythe Bloodline. You see you like the others tried to mock me for calling it a hardcore title but remember I did this on twitter and in my promo I called it the Xtreme championship. So Scythe I want to issue a challenge to you now as well. I want that championship. I want to decimate you for oh so many reasons but they are for another time and place. Doomsday. You watched me virtually put Raven in a coma. Now I would be remiss if I didn’t do it to his little friend as well. You have something I want. I am something you want to avenge your idiotic friend’s demise. So let’s do it. Unless, of course, you are scared. The ball is in your court.”
He got up, still flicking the lighter and strolled away.
Camera falls backstage. We can see Harvey Goodfellows standing at the car park entrance of the venue. He is awaiting the entry of Tyke Index. Harvey takes his phone out his pocket and dials a number. Harvey looks impatient and is starting to panic that Tyke is not going to show up for his match. Freddie Roach the trainer of Tyke answers Harvey’s call.
Harvey Goodfellows: Freddie, where is Tyke he was supposed to be here three hours ago.
Freddie Roach: Calm down Harvey, I haven't seen him since last night but he'll show up. C'mon you ate panicking here Harvey.
Harvey Goodfellows: He better damn show up, I never spent five miserable hours around a table negotiating with those men in suits. Greeney and Hamilton are a nightmare to do business with never mind secure the deal I got for Tyke. Let me know if you see him before me.
Camera pans back to ringside.
Al Locker: Tyke hasn't shown up yet by the looks of things.
Alan Carcia: With the amount of money per appearance Tyke is on ya would think it would be in his best interest!
Cameras fade to a commercial
Monday Night Hell returns...
Al Locker: Welcome back to Monday Night Hell folks! We now turn ourselves to tag team action and a debut for Sammy 3.0. This should be action packed!
Winners Will Receive A Future Tag Team Title Shot
"Pretty" Ricky Stanton & Sammy 3.0 vs Taurus & "Universal Superstar" Anaquin Adams
Richard Basset: This match is scheduled for one fall as in a tag team match. The winning team will get a shot at the HcW Tag Team Championships!!
Hologram by Vogel begins to play as Sammy 3.0 makes her way to the ring.
Richard Basset: Introducing first ... SAAAMMYYY THREEEEE PPPOOIIIINNTT 00000000
Sammy gets in to the ring.
The lights go out and the black Superman logo appears on the big screen. Fall Out Boy’s Centuries starts to play:
Some legends are told
Some turn to dust or to gold
But you will remember me
Remember me, for centuries
Just one mistake
Is all it will take
We'll go down in history
Remember me for centuries
Remember me for centuries..
Richard Basset: And her tag team partner... RIIIICKKYYY STAAAANTTOOOON!
Boom! Pyros goes off as the Pretty Boy comes down the ramp with two gorgeous ladies on each arm. He’s wearing a glittering wrestling robe and it shines as the spotlight falls on him. He leaves the ladies outside as he walks to the center of the ring, drops to his knees and points at the sky for a moment. He then gets up and flaunts the robe, eventually taking it off and going to his corner.
Al Locker: Stanton has hired Sammy 3.0 to his enterprise
Alan Carcia: She is unique Locker, she's a fucking android robot!
The lights go out as the synth entrance of "Thought Contagion" begins to play by Muse. The screen shows deep space, then slowly over time comes upon a neon blue plant that looks very similar to Earth as lead singer Matt Bellamy begins to sing.
"Strung out, falling from the big time
Welcome to the infinite black skies
Brain cleansed, fractured identity
Fragments and scattered debris
Thought contagion"
As the song continues, the lights come on as "Universal Superstar" Anaquin Adams name hits the screen and a light dusting of golden glitter begins to fill the arena. A hooded figure stands at the top of the ramp, obviously female as she makes her way slowly down the aisle as the music continues to play. Her hoodie is a glittery golden and lights flicker across the surface as she keeps her face hidden as she reaches the