When the countdown reaches zero, there’s a pause, and then the rest of the hard hitting instruments kick in.

Rapid action shots of Keith Owens bashing people with light tubes are shown.

Caskets are flying over the edge of stages.

Dwayne Bishop and Jaime Alejandro powerbomb Keith Owens through the announce table!

Mike Lane Shadow Kicks a jobber iinto next week.

Mike Stryker has the New York Cloverleaf locked and his opponent is screams in agony.

The Wild Boys perform a double suplex on someone.

Diamond Del Carver executes the Diamond Death Drop on someone.

We cut to Keith Owens drilling David Kurresh with the Difference Maker, and then the song hits with a giant drum roll.

The intro video ends and we flash to the Annihilation logo.

ON

Cue the huge boom of the indoor pyrotechnics display.

BOOM!

BOOM!!

BOOM!!!

Finally, in a change from the last two weeks, the camera does not cut to the ringside announcer's table. JB Mann and Tom "The Bear" Kalhoun are most certainly there standing by, but tonight we're in for something a little different. Tonight we cut directly to the stage, as all the lights go out.

A single spotlight hits the stage as "Just One" by Hoobastank kicks in. The screeching guitar leads into the opening riff, and two figures emerge onto the stage. The first, into the spotlight is wearing his usual khakis and t-shirt - this time, a more-than old school "SpaZ" design from the long-gone AWF. The second, directly behind the first, is in a black slacks and a gray golf shirt.

They are Sean Thomas and his manager Twitch.

(JB) I can only assume Sean Thomas has something to say about what we saw last week. Take a look at what went down...

The words Last Week appear in the top left corner of the screen, as we cut to footage from the match between Sean Thomas and The Farmer.

We see the replay of The Farmer trying to fight off the Sharpshooter, and Thomas being pushed off by the referree. Twitch jumps up onto the apron to argue the call, when a figure moving too quickly to be identified jumps over the ringside barricade and slides into the ring. The newcomer goes face to face with Sean Thomas.

After a few moments, the mystery man wails into Thomas with a number of chops and grabs Sean over the shoulder and sweeping back in one fluid motion, sending Thomas face first into the mat - a move known in NAFW as The (Sugar) Rush - Sean's former Finisher. The newcomer then immediately lands a perfect springboard moonsault - another move out of Sean's previous repertiore.

The attacker points for The Farmer to make the cover, and as the mystery man disappears from whence he came, a confused Twitch gives up his argument with the referee, who counts the one, two, three, eliminating Sean Thomas from the Ultimate Showdown Tournament... In the first round.

We cut now, back to the ring, as Sean Thomas is about to step inside the squared-circle.

(JB) I could have sworn that was a familiar face on Sean's attacker last week Bear...

(Tom) Whoever it was, he was moving way too fast to be seen.

(JB) It wasn't just that... The way he moved... I'm telling you, I know that attacker.

(Tom) Of course you do, Mannwheel. You know everything.

(JB) Sarcasm noted an logged.

(Tom) Good!

Back in the ring, Sean now has a microphone, and the music has stopped. He's kept his Ruby Oakleys on, and apparently has no plans of taking them off just yet. Twitch stands behind him, scowling at the jeering fans.

(Sean) Last week, I was the victim of an assualt... And that assault resulted in another terrible crime: Theft. You see, I was robbed. It's just that simple.

The fans here in Miami don't seem to agree, as they give Sean a nice chorus of boos.

(Sean) Now, my intellect tells me that I should be marching into Ray Buchanan's office, or calling him out here right now so I can demand my spot in the Tournament back. If Ron freaking Barker can just walk in and get handed a spot, the guy who used to own this place has to deserve a rematch at least.

If you're paying close enough attention, and can discern it over the continuing jeers, you can hear Twitch chiming in with agreement.

(Sean) But since Ron freaking Barker did just walk in and get handed a spot, I have to debate whether Ray's a pushover, or just plain stupid. Either way, what I should probably be doing right now is getting myself back where I belong: In the Ultimate Showdown Tournament, on the road to regaining the Foundation Heavyweight Championship and the power it brings.

Sean paces the ring for a few seconds before continuing.

(Sean) But for the last week, I haven't been running on my intellect. I've been running on emotions. Anger. Hatred. So instead of calling Ray Buchanan out here, I'm going to call someone else...

I know he's here. He has to be. So I'll just say it. Get the hell out here, Sean.

(JB) Sean?? What in the world?

(Tom) I've got nothing, Mannatee.

The lights go out again. There is no spotlight. There is no music. Just darkness and the screams of the crowd.

(JB) What is going on here?

(Tom) Still got nothing, Mannequin!

After a few moments of darkness, the lights come back on.

(JB) Dearest Mae Young!

In the ring, Sean Thomas has been laid out. Twitch is in the corner, his face white, his eyes blank. And the man standing over the fallen form of Sean Thomas is...

(JB) Sean Thomas?!? I... I don't understand...

Welcome to the club. The fans are just as confused. But to all appearances, the man who attacked Sean Thomas tonight, is Sean Thomas! This version (for lack of a better word) is wearing black cargo pants and a light-on-dark Mike Lane: Shadow Kick t-shirt. He also sports a red headband and a pair of Ruby Oakleys. Oh, and he has a pillow case clutched in his right fist.

He is thinner than the Sean Thomas on the ground... From the looks of things, probably close to 40 or 50 pounds difference. But the features are all the same. Either this is one heck of a copy, or it's Sean Thomas. But if that's the case, who is on the ground?

Either way, we may be about to find out, as the attacker bends down and picks up the microphone that was in Sean(?)'s hand.

(Attacker) This man is not Sean Thomas. I am.

But you can call me SPAZ!

As if that was a cue (which it really was), music that has been long unheard in NAFW floods the American Airlines Arena. Ladies and gentlemen, get reacquainted with Barenaked Ladies' "Alcohol."

(JB) Could it really be?? Is this really Spaz? And if it is, who the hell is that man on the ground claiming to be Sean Thomas!? Either way, we've ended up with more questions than answers here tonight!

We cut to commercial as the man claiming to be Spaz is perched in the corner, tossing candy into the crowd.

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COMMERCIAL BREAK

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You'll Have to Wait

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(JB) During the break, John Mills caught up with the man who attacked Sean Thomas here tonight, and claimed to be Sean Thomas, in the Spaz persona.

The words During the Break appear in the top right corner as we see - as promised - interviewer John Mills chasing down the man who was in the ring before we left.

(John) Spaz? Spaz? Wait!

The man who claims to be Spaz stops and turns around. Upon closer inspection, it is pretty clear that he looks identical to the man who has been known as Sean Thomas and Spaz in NAFW over the last 6 years.

(Spaz) Yes, John?

John catches up, and then pauses to catch his breath.

(John) Can you explain this situation? Everyone is rather confused. If you're really Spaz, who did you just lay out? And if you're not, who are you?

Spaz smiles.

(Spaz) Oh, I am who I say I am, Millsy. But you'll have to wait and check out the Webcasts next week for an explanation.

Nice seeing you again, by the way.

Spaz reaches into his pillow case and pulls out a Fruit Roll Up. He smiles and tosses it to Mills. John looks down at the candy and raises an eyebrow as Sean walks out of the arena.

(JB) Well that certainly seems more like the Sean "Spaz" Thomas I know!!

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Charles Johnson vs. Steve Devlin
Ultimate Showdown: Round 1

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“Miseria Cantare” by AFI slowly fades onto the arena’s sound system. The low music continues to play as various pictures, and small clips of Johnson’s career flashes over the Tron. When the first bit of vocals are heard, Charles walks out on the ramp looking down at the ring. Making his way down to the ring he walks up the ring steps, and into the ring. Bouncing around the ring before focusing in on the match ahead. The last big of the song fades as he awaits the bell.

The crowd turns their heads towards the top of the rampway as Steve Devlin steps out from behind the curtain. There is no loud, blaring music. There is no pyro or fancy lighting. There is just one man, lean and toned with short blond hair,slicked back over his head. He is clad in a black vest with basic black wrestling trunks and boots. He walks with determination to the ring. As he moves forward, the back of his vest has the phrase "Old School" written across it. Devlin doesn't acknowledge the crowd in any way. He just keeps his cold stare dead ahead at the ring and the challenge that awaits him inside it. When he reaches the ring, he rolls under the bottom rope and gets to his feet. Devlin hands his vest to the ring attendant and stretches on the ropes prior to the match.

(Troy) Welcome to Annihilation, fans! Are you ready for the first match of the night?!! This is the second half of the first round for the ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN! To my right, he is a former United States and Quicksilver Champion. From the surviving town of Gulfport, Mississippi, he is CHARLES JOHNSON! To my left, he is considered one of the blue chippers of the NAFW. From Providence, Rhode Island. He is the Last King of Old School, STEVE DEVLIN!

Dave Connors calls for the bell as Devlin and CJ lock it up. Devlin tries for a ground battle, but CJ is trying to keep it on the vertical. Both men are straining to get the other into their expertise of war. Both men end up breaking it off in frustration as they look to the opposite ends. They lock it up yet again as Devlin gets the slight jump and makes is a amateur style battle as he takes CJ down to the ground, and rolls over and gets in a headlock.

(JB) Impressive by the newcomer, isn't it, Tom.

(Tom) While I don't like most new guys or old school, he's taking it to Chuck, and that's what you have to do.

Chuck starts to raise up a little bit. If only to get the clubbing forearms to the back of Devlin. Devlin eases off a bit as Chuck gets in some more hard shots to the small of Devlin's back. CJ then gets Devlin into a Neck Wringer as he lies back down towards the mat making sure to keep the shoulders up. CJ goes to sink it in a little bit more.

(Tom) Chuck's turning Devlin's game against him with a Neck Vice. It seems he's concentrating on getting the upper body set up for his new move.

(JB) It's not a bad idea on the vet's part to put a shock to the rookie.

Devlin tries hard to lift himself up, but CJ's size makes things impossible. Then Devlin figures out to get to the ropes instead. He sticks a foot on the rope and Connors breaks up the move. CJ lets go of it, as both men vertical again. Devlin then locks up again with CJ. Both men try for a bit of leverage. Devlin gets the leverage as he slings Chuck to the ropes and nails him on the return with a hard old school lariat.

(JB) Ouch. That's as old school as you get, Bear.

(Tom) Yet, it works oh so well, Mann.

CJ hits the mat hard. Devlin tries to get a jump on this situation, but CJ gets a jump on him instead by sweeping the legs and capitalizing on another neck wringer. Chuck then gets him into a rear naked choke, trying to get the head and neck weakened even more. CJ has it clamped in as Devlin is clawing looking for the ropes now. Both men are wriggling for a position. Devlin reaches the ropes and the ref calls CJ off him.

CJ begins to argue with the referee about it. Devlin bumps the ref into CJ who quickly pushes the referee off of him. In a bit of confusion Chuck takes a swing over the referee at Devlin but Devlin is quick to kick him in the gut. He shoves Chuck's head between his legs and quickly delivers an impactful No Frills piledriver. He rolls CJ back hard with a cover hooking the legs. 1...2...and 3.

(Troy) Your winner, and advancing to the next round of the tournament... Steve Devlin!

(JB) Hard loss for CJ here tonight, but a huge win for the newcomer in his NAFW debut preformance.

(Tom) Pfft... "King of Old School"... It's called old for a reason. It's old and it sucks!

(JB) Hardly an accurate statement after tonight's victory by Devlin.

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An Inevitable Encounter

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Cut.

Another Annihilation.

Another night in which men will square off to decide who will make it even further in the Ultimate Showdown Tournament to face off against Keith Owens, to decide who will be the first Foundation Champion of this new era.

Another night in which this man is allowed to walk out on National Television and beat the ever loving piss out of some poor sap they decided to place against him.

This is the night for Dwayne Bishop to prove how serious he is about winning the NAFW Foundation Championship.

A chorus of boos echo throughout the arena like sharp knives tearing through our flesh. The boos grow louder and louder, too, as the thousands in attendance lock their eyes with the big screen that shows Dwayne Bishop entering the arena.

The Beast brings a smile to his face.

(Tom) The man has arrived!

(JB) Bishop missed last week's episode of Annihilation due to a supposed mix up with his travel arrangements. What could he have planned for us tonight?

(Tom) I'm not sure, but I doubt anyone besides me is going to like it, Mann-Wagon.

(JB) Dwayne Bishop is in the house, folks!!

(Tom) Business is definitely about to pick up.

Pulling the duffel bag with his ring gear onto his shoulder, Bishop continues on his way down the hallway when he notices a stagecrew hanging out and cracking jokes.

(Dwayne) Hey... Any of you know where the set-me-up is at?

One of the guys glances over his shoulder, notices the big man and motions down the hall.

(Crew member) They set you up in the fifth room on the left, around that corner over there.

(Dwayne) Thanks, kid.

As the stagecrew huddle around and get back to their conversations, Bishop takes a left down the hallway. He doesn't get too far, though, because the Beast nearly collides with another Superstar. One he knows all too well.

One that's a former two-time Foundation Heavyweight Champion.

(Intruder) Well if it isn't my little brother...

Dwayne Bishop stares deep inside the eyes of one of the few men that he can actually do this with.

(Dwayne) Matthew.

(Intruder) Dwayne.

(JB) The Intruder is here, too, folks!

(Tom) Matthew Kurresh is in daaaaaaa houuuuuuse!

Matthew Kurresh and Dwayne Bishop stand face-to-face for the first time in quite a while, and the tension can almost be cut with a knife--that's how thick it is!

(Intruder) Look, Dwayne... I know we've had our problems in the past. We've beaten each other from pillar-to-post, we've made each other wear the crimson mask more than once and we've certainly laid it all on the line in the past... But I'm willing to put everything behind us because I'm a different man now. I'm a better man.

Bishop shakes his head as he lifts his palm to silence his adopted brother.

(Dwayne) Behind us...? You disrespected my family, drove my father to death with the guilt he felt over keeping that secret from you for so long... And you want it to be behind us?

Bishop chuckles softly to himself as he steps closer to Kurresh.

(Dwayne) No, what you need to do is always know who's behind you, because I can tell you right now that it's going to take a lot more than a few matches in a ring to settle our differences.

Matthew does something completely different than he would normally do--and this causes Bishop to immediately cock his eyebrow in surprise. Usually, this kind of tone would cause the Intruder to go apeshit... But he doesn't. Bishop steps back and lifts his arms to show he's not being a threat.

(Intruder) I understand you're upset, Dwayne. I understand your frustration. But you have to understand that was a different time, and I was a different man.

Bishop shakes his head.

(Dwayne) No, you're still the same man. You may have become a punk while you were over in SHOOT, but you're still the same man.

(Intruder) Look, Brother... I'll give you a little time to think things over, but if you want to talk...

Kurresh gives Bishop a serious look.

(Intruder) ...You know I'm not a hard man to find.

The Intruder attempts to walk around his brother, but a nudge of the shoulder later by Bishop causes the former two-time Foundation Heavyweight Champion to sigh out loud.

(Intruder) Don't do this, Dwayne. If I want to be, I can be the same mean bastard that has beaten you all your life.

Kurresh gives Bishop a second to think about those words.

(Intruder) The choice is up to you.

Kurresh continues down the hallway as Bishop's lips curl into a resentful sneer at his brother's comment. As much as Dwayne Bishop hates to admit it, though... He knows it's true.

(Bishop) I'm looking forward to it, big brother.

Static.

The arena is dark, and a lone spotlight hits the middle of the ring, where Troy Gilmore stands, holding the microphone. The spotlight moves to the top of the aisle, where we see Ron Barker emerge, looking intense and focused. With no music, no fanfare, no pyro, and no frills, Barker walks up the aisle, and enters the ring. There are scattered boos and jeers, but it looks as if Barker doesn’t even hear them. The house lights go down as "Til I Collapse" by Eminem begins to play through the arena. As the song goes through it's dark intro, various scenes from NYC come across the NAFWTron.

YO LEFT, YO LEFT, YO LEFT RIGHT LEFT!!

As the line repeats and the dialogue of the song starts in the background, the scene changes to a simple panoramic of the NYC Skyline. When the drums kick in, lightning fills the sky with each beat, and through the cloud cover, the word "STRYKER" can be made out with each bolt of lightning.

When the song finally kicks in, The house lights come up, with a bright white light punctuating each clap in the songs beat. Mike Stryker comes out in his black sweatshirt, hood up, hair hanging down in front of his face. He marches out, and as the crowd gives a roar of approval, he raises his right fist over his head. He gives the crowd a quick look before he begins marching himself to the ring, oblivious to the cheers.

Stryker Rolls under the bottom rope and gets up on the opposite turnbuckles, again raising his fist as the crowd roars once more. He crosses the ring and repeats the action to another cheer. He dismounts from the buckles and pulls off his sweatshirt, tossing it aside and pacing the ring, waiting for the match to begin.

(Troy) Ladies and Gentlemen, this next match is an ULTIMATE SHOWDOWN match, scheduled for one fall, with a 30 minute time limit. Introducing first…in the corner to my left, hailing from New York City and weighing in at 226 pounds…MIKE STRYKER! And in the corner to my right, hailing from Toronto, Canada he weighs in at 250 pounds...this is RON BARKER!

(JB) This match should be interesting for two reasons. Firstly, it’s an Ultimate Showdown match, and secondly, it’s the NAFW debut of Ron Barker.

(Tom) Yeah this is going to be a big match for both guys, and this is also the first time they’ve ever faced off…which is great.

Mike Stryker charges at Ron Barker at full speed. At about three-quarters of the way across the ring, Stryker launches himself into the air, and flies at Ron Barker, connecting with him, and driving him right back against the corner with a spear! Barker looks shocked at the attack from Stryker. Stryker starts to rain down huge punches to the head of The Canadian Superman, hammering him with lefts and rights as the fans cheer the vicious onslaught. Stryker is swinging madly, peppering the head of Barker with repeated shots from both of his hands. Barker is rocked. Finally, Stryker backs up and folds Barker up with a boot to the gut. The Atlantic Champion steps back a few inches, reaches through and secures Barker' arm, and then heaves him over the top rope in a huge hip toss! The crowd erupts as Barker sails over the top rope and lands flat on his back on the floor outside.

(JB) Mike Stryker came charging right out of the gate, and nailed Barker with that spear, and now he’s tossed him over the top rope!

(Tom) The fans are cheering, since everybody loves to see a loudmouth like Barker get a beating. It’s interesting, Mike Stryker is not always everybody’s favorite, but the fans seem to have picked him over Barker in this match.

Stryker quickly looks down, measures Barker off, and then grabs the top rope, and slingshots himself over the top rope to the outside, nailing Barker with an awkward looking leg drop! The shocked fans cheer loudly at the sight of Stryker flinging himself over the top rope and falling all the way to the floor outside with a legdrop. A familiar chant starts to ring out…Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Holy Shit! Stryker gets up and rubs his tailbone painfully for a moment. The Atlantic Champion reaches down and pulls Barker to his feet, and then runs with him, and fires him face first into the steel ring post. CRACK! The fans gasp at the sick sound of Barker' skull rebounding of the steel post. Barker staggers backward, dazed. Stryker wastes no time in grabbing Barker by the back of the head again, and running full speed, propelling towards the ring steps!

Barker reverses the whip! Barker propels Stryker right into the steel ring steps! Stryker collides roughly with the steps, and somersaults over, landing on his back on the other side. Howards has been standing at the ropes ordering the two men to get back into the ring this whole time, and Barker finally complies and rolls Stryker back in. Stryker is still a bit dazed as Barker pulls him into a sitting position in the middle of the ring. Barker backs up, and then fires a vicious soccer kick, with his shin smacking Stryker right across the back, followed by a low dropkick to the back of Stryker’ head! The crowd gasps at the loud sound of Barker’ kick colliding with Stryker’ back. Barker moves around, and fires another sharp kick, this one slamming his shin right across Stryker’ torso! Barker returns, and repeats the exact same kick to the back of Stryker again, his shin smacking him across the back, and then he again ducks around to the front of Stryker, and fires a lightening quick powerful kick across his chest! Stryker is wobbling from the repeated kicks, as Barker backs off, measures Stryker carefully, and then fires one last kick, this one smashing the shin of Ron Barker with the side of Mike Stryker’ head! Stryker slumps to his back, appearing to be OUT! Ron Barker quickly rolls Mike Stryker onto his back, makes the cover, and hooks the leg. One! Two! Right before the count of three, Mike Stryker lifts his shoulder from the mat, as the fans cheer the close call.

(JB) That was a close one!

(Tom) Ron Barker is wrestling like a man with something to prove tonight!

Mike Stryker shakes his head, trying to clear his head. Barker pounces on Stryker, and pulls him to his feet. Barker locks Stryker up, and fires him quickly backwards with a snap suplex. Stryker hits the mat at full speed, and bounces with the impact. Barker locks Stryker up again, and pulls him to his feet. Barker grabs Stryker by the wrist, and throws him into the ropes. Stryker comes off, and Barker springs at Stryker with an elbow…but Stryker ducks! Stryker puts one hand on Barker’ shoulder and spins him around, and then starts firing rapid-fire right hand closed fist punches directly to the face of the newcomer to the NAFW. Ron Barker’ head snaps back violently from the impact of the shots from Stryker. Finally, Stryker grabs one of Barker’ flailing arms, and pulls him in quickly with a short arm clothesline. Barker hits the mat.

(JB) The pendulum has swung again, and now Mike Stryker is back in control!

(Tom) This match is good, solid, back and forth, hard hitting action!

Stryker circles around behind Barker and crouches, waiting patiently, as Barker slowly gets to his feet. The fans are clapping their hands and stomping their feet, as Barker slowly stands up. Mike Stryker slaps on a rear waistlock, sticks his head under Ron Barker’ left arm, and propels him backwards, with a back suplex! Stryker rolls over for the cover…One! Two! No!

Barker sharply kicks out. Stryker gets to his feet, comes off the ropes, and then drops a leg across the chest of Barker. Instead of covering, Stryker applies a scissor lock on the arm of Barker with his legs…and falls backwards while holding Barker’s arm. Stryker grimaces, and applies pressure by pulling down on Barker’ arm, so his elbow is hyperextended across Stryker’s body.

(JB) Fujiwara Armbar! The Atlantic Champion has a submission locked on!

(Tom) This could be it…

Barker screams in agony, and starts to thrash around trying to pull free from the submission hold. Stryker has the hold sunk in, and is applying full pressure. The fans are on their feet, cheering in suspense, wondering how long Barker will be able to hold on in this infamous submission manoeuvre. Barker looks to his left, and measures how close he is to the ropes.

Barker digs his fingernails into the mat, with his free hand and starts to pull himself, inch by inch towards the ropes. Stryker does his best to stay in place, but Barker slowly drags the two men over to the ropes, inch by painful inch. Finally, Barker reaches up, strains, and grabs the bottom rope. Howards orders Stryker to break the hold! Stryker pulls Barker to his feet, and he grabs him by the back of the head, and runs towards the corner. Stryker SMASHES Barker’s head off the top turnbuckle, and then does it again. Stryker starts to repeatedly ram Barker’ head into the turnbuckle over and over again, as the fans count along. When Stryker reaches TEN, he lets Barker go, who collapses to the mat. Mike Stryker slowly climbs to middle turnbuckle, and then comes off with a flying fist drop into the head of the stunned Ron Barker. Stryker makes the cover…ONE! TWO! NO! Barker kicks out. Stryker cusses, and then pulls Barker to his feet. Barker shocks Stryker with a quick uppercut to the midsection, knocking the wind out of him. Stryker doubles over, and Barker hoists him into the air…into an inverted atomic drop!

Cover…ONE! TWO! This time Stryker kicks out. Barker starts to pick Stryker up, but Stryker reaches up, loops his hand around Barker’ neck and rolls him up in a surprise small package pin attempt! ONE! TWO! NO! Barker kicks out with all his might, breaking the small package up, as both men go sprawling. Stryker and Barker both get to their feet and the same time, and stumble towards each other. They lock up, and Barker places his arm over Stryker’ shoulder, and reaching across the front his body with his right arm...he lifts Stryker up, and falls back, throwing Stryker over his head in an EXPLODER SUPLEX! Stryker hits the mat and Barker covers… ONE! TWO! NO! At the last minute Stryker kicks out, as the fans are on their feet! Barker pulls Stryker up, but Stryker buries a shoulder into Barker’ midsection. Stryker hoists Barker up, scooping him up in a bodyslam position. Stryker runs, and then powers Barker into the mat with a POWERSLAM, staying on him for the cover…ONE! TWO! Barker kicks out!

(JB) Man these guys are really taking it to each other…

(Tom) What a match this has turned out to be!

Stryker now gets to his feet, he slowly makes the cutting throat motion as the fans buzz in anticipation. Stryker gets himself up as he points at Barker who begs off. Stryker doesn’t buy it. Barker extends the hand in a show of respect as Stryker takes it, he helps Barker up to his feet only to snatch him in and TAKE his head off with a short arm clothesline! Stryker goes into a mount position and rains down RIGHTS and LEFTS on the face of Barker as the crowd goes CRAZY for Stryker. Howards forces the break and Stryker begins yelling at Barker to get up. Barker gets up, and quickly goes behind and slaps Stryker in the full nelson! Stryker is fighting for all his worth trying to find a counter. Barker puts Stryker back in the full nelson, he takes him BACKWARDS with a Full Nelson Suplex!

ONE! TWO! Stryker kicks out as Barker can’t believe it. He’s too tired to argue as he just his shakes his head in amazement. Barker slowly climbs the turnbuckles, first, second, third, he eyes the fallen Stryker and LEAPS off with a swan dive head butt…but Stryker rolls out of the way. Both men are down.

The referee begins the slow agonizing double count out process but both men are up around the count of 7.

They slowly head right back towards each other for another lockup, but Barker is quick to spit in the face of Stryker.

(JB) What was that?

(Tom) That was pure class! Look now!

Barker then eye rakes Stryker. He pushes the referee aside as the ref goes to check on Stryker and hits Stryker with a quick DDT. Barker dives down for the pin cover.

1...

(JB) Barker has his feet on the ropes!

Stryker struggles to kick out.

2...

3!

Barker is quick to get off the ropes as the referee gets up.

(Troy) Your winner of this round of Ultimate Showdown is... RON BARKER!

(JB) Ron Barker steals one from Stryker with some dirty tactics!

(Tom) There's a lesson for the Atlantic Champion from someone who has been around this game a long time.

"I'm The One" begins blasting out the speakers of the NAFW-Tron, as Sebastian Hawke walks out onto the stage, underneath the NAFW-Tron itself. He adjusts his wrist tape before looking out to the crowd. He slowly walks down the ramp to the ring, staring at the ring as he does. He passes by a few fans, who are waving their hands at him trying to get a high-five, but he ignores them, as he walks down to the ring. He comes up to the apron, walking over to the stairs and escalating them. He walks along the apron, facing the crowd as he stares out at them, before turning around to get into the ring.

A red graphic featuring the name "ReDRum" appears on the tron. With that flashing and dripping on the screen, "Am I Demon" by Danzig begins to play. Out walks the man we've come to know as David Redrum, with his few lines of black face paint and uni-sleeve steel studded leather jacket being sported. Fans reach out to touch him on his way to the entrance, but he just grimaces and ignores them. Redrum gets a knee up to the apron and looks like he's heading into the ring, but he hops down and walks around the ring and is looking for something. He finds the biggest fan in the front row and stands in front of him and begins to coldly try and mock him (or sometimes her) into a fight, but security is on that pretty quick. Redrum tries to push them out of the way, but he is warned and he just heads into the ring and removes his jacket.

(Troy) This match up is a First Round Ultimate Showdown Match up. Introducing Sebastian Hawke, and David Redrum.

(Tom) Hawke’s got this one.

(JB) Don’t count Redrum out.

With the start of the match. Hawke starts to use his size to his advantage and knocking down Redrum with a few hard chops, and punches to the upper body. When he stomps down upon Redrum, Hawke pulls him to his feet before slapping him around. Redrum manages a hard left, and then a right before Hawke pops him good and knocks him back down to the matt.

(Tom) Hawke looks like in pure control

(JB) Sure as hell does.

Redrum rolls out of the ring, and walks around it. Hawke shoves the ref out of the way and goes out to the ringside and catches up with Redrum. Redrum manages to whip Hawke into the steel steps, and causing him to catch his lower back in a big of pain. Redrum rolls into the ring, and then back out to break up the ten count. David manages to get Hawke back up, and reverse suplex’s him onto the guard railing. He then runs back to the ring and waits for the ten count.

(JB) David is using the same tactic that Charles Johnson used on Sebastian last time around.

(Tom) Wait Sebastian is making his way back.

With the count nearing seven Hawke makes it back to the ring, and stops the count. He gets to his feet as Redrum comes barreling towards him. Sebastian manages a quick jab to stop the momentum of his foe. Redrum manages another charge and connects with an elbow, but it hardly does anything to Hawke who just manages to stand up straight and lands a small head butt onto Redrum’s skull.

(Tom) Back in control.

(JB) Redrum still has the chance to win it.

It doesn’t look like JB will get t his week’s minor pick of the week. Hawke grabs Redrum and lands a hard belly to belly suplex. He then drags Redrum to the center of the matt, and stomps away at him. Hawke kneels down and then signals the end for this match as he picks Redrum up, and lands his finisher ‘The Recoil’. The ref quickly calls for the bell after the academic one two three.

(Tom) Sebastian moves on in the tournament

(JB) Tough luck.

We snap backstage with a jolt to see a party of sorts occuring. Random females are traipsing about, whilst wearing almost nothing. Wine is flowing freely, and at the center of this storm is a very well dressed Dustin Thomas, of Old School Empire fame. His hair is freshly frosted, and he's rocking an outfit that cost more than most people would be willing to spend on clothes. We can only assume that he spent his last paycheck on clothes, but he still looks like a huge douche. He has a babe on one arm, and is schmoozing with another douche-like person.

(Dustin) So yeah man, when he put me up in that powerbomb, I let him know who the man was when I gave him the Destroyer!

The man raises an eyebrow, but lets the idiocy of the notion that Dustin Thomas gave his finishing hold, the Canadian Destroyer that Dustin calls The Executor, to former two time Foundation Heavyweight Champion, The Intruder. But hey, Dustin is providing free stuff to these people, so why is he going to complain?

(Dustin) Then I picked up that pinfall, and as I was walking out of the arena as the victor, I knew I needed to point to all my ladies out there. It was a piece of cake, man. I'll tell ya what...

Another man steps into frame.

(Shane) Are you retarded?

The other half of the Old School Empire, Shane Thomas, steps into view. Unlike his brother, he's in his ring attire, and oiled up. He is even wearing his pre-match robe.

(Shane) You got the piss kicked out of you last week. If it weren't for me saving your ass, Kurresh would have scraped your carcass off the mat, and driven you straight to hell.

Dustin smiles, and pats his brother on the muscled shoulder.

(Dustin) Bro, the specifics don't matter. All that matters is that I, Dustin Thomas, now hold a pinfall victory over Matthew Kurresh. Not even you can say that, Mister Former United States Champion.

No smile is forthcoming from the Alpha. Instead, he just shakes his head.

(Dustin) Besides, why are you dressed out? You aren't on the card.

A nod this time.

(Shane) Yeah, but I've decided to go make my own noise. Time for you to see why I'm the man.

He flexes his pecks back and forth, before smirking and turning tail to leave. Dustin turns around to his companion.

(Dustin) Wow. Maybe I should have brought some more dudes.

The Alpha turns around as he reaches the door way, and shakes his head at his brother, muttering as he goes.

(Shane) Immature bastard.

He stops in his tracks, and grabs the door. He warms up the ole muscles, and lifts the door off the hinges, and sets it up against frame, waving back to his brother.

(Dustin) Damn.

(JB) What does this mean, Bear?

(Tom) I think I may have an idea, and I'm real excited for it!

(JB) Oh great, now I can start to worry.

The Intruder is now standing toe-to-toe with Shane Thomas. Shane motions for Kurresh to take a seat. Kurresh has a huge smirk on his face at this point, as he takes his seat.

(JB) This man never backs down from a challenge. No matter if it's from Shane Thomas, Dustin Thomas, Zangief, or even me or you, Bear.

(Tom) That sounded like a challenge to me! Let's get the Mann-wagon to take on Intruder! Book it, Buchanan!

Thomas stretches out his arms before attempting to lock them into the Full Nelson. He teases it once, cause Kurresh to go for the break.

(JB) The key to winning this challenge, I would think, is to break the hold fast.

(Tom) Once the Alphalock is locked in, it's over. What about that can't you understand?

(JB) I'll believe it when I see it, Bear.

Finally, Thomas locks in the hold, and the chair goes flying immediately as Intruder stands to his feet. In doing so, Shane Thomas gets lifted to where he is practically piggy-back-riding the Intruder. However, the hold stays on. Thomas is screaming out trashtalk as Intruder just smirks in his attempts to break the hold. Kurrresh reaches his meaty paws up to Shane's short hair, and manages to get a grip on his stray hair.

(Tom) Illegal move! Illegal move!

(JB) I don't think any rules were defined for this thing.

(Tom) Hair pulling is illegal in everything is a cat fight.

(JB) Well, I'd say that one of the guys in there has the right qualifications.

(Tom) I knew it! Buchanan, you'd better be listening! JB Mann verses Intruder! Do it!

Matthew Kurresh appears poised to break the hold. The fans begin to get behind the Big Man, stomping their feet and clapping their hands, but all this comotion is quickly put to a stop with unexpected silence. For the second week in a row... The lights go out once again.

(JB) Not this again!

(Tom) We're still on the air, right?

(JB) Yes.

(Tom) I really needed to fart, too.

After a few seconds of cunfusion, the lights flicker back on.

(Tom) What the...

In a very different scene from last week, a new man has joined the fray. Standing taller than the Intruder, this man is wearing a steel mask shaped in the form of a human skull. The mask is over a series of bandages wrapped around his head. The man is wearing a large olive trenchcoat and he's standing in front of the Intruder and Shane Thomas, who still has the Big Man hooked in the Alphalock

(JB) Is that...

(Tom) I think it is!

(JB) Is that the man who attacked the Intruder last week, too?!?

The Alpha isn't sticking around to see what is going to happen here, because the new man reaches out for the Intruder--and this is enough to send Shane Thomas bolting from the ring, quicker than you'd imagine he'd be able to run.

(JB) That's Hush, ladies and gentlemen! Hush is here!

(Tom) He's freaking... HUGE!!

(JB) We all know the Intruder isn't exactly a small man, but he's staring UP at Hush!!

The expression on Kurresh's face tells it all, folks, because it's been a long time since the Intruder has been inside the squared circle with an individual who stood taller than him. JB Mann said it best when he stated Matthew Kurresh doesn't back down from anything--and tonight certainly isn't going to be an exception. Our former two-time Foundation Heavyweight Champion can feel the tension beginning to build inside the ring, and this causes Kurresh to act on instinct and throw a thunderous right hand. The Intruder's right hand connects hard with Hush's mask... But Hush doesn't move.

He. Doesn't. Even. Budge.

The Intruder notices his right hand hasn't effected Hush in the slightest, so the Big Man throws another. And another. And another. We can hear Hush breathing deeper and louder everytime Kurresh connects with a right hand. The Intruder bounces off the ropes and goes for a vicious clothline... But Hush ducks and comes back with a huge boot that immediately sends Kurresh crashing to the canvas. The Intruder struggles getting back to his feet, using the middle rope to haul himself up off the ground. Hush isn't giving Kurresh the opportunity to comeback, though; this Malicious Monster isn't taking any chances.

As the Intruder stumbles forward, Hush kicks the former two-time Foundation Heavyweight Champion in the midsection and places Kurresh's head between his legs. Hush raises the Big Man for a Powerbomb--at least that's what we think he's going for--but instead of executing a Powerbomb, folks, Hush lifts the Intruder up even higher and places him on his shoulders. Hush drops Kurresh from his shoulders and spins the Big Man horizontally, turning around himself and nailing the Intruder with a picture-perfect DDT--also known as the Canadian Backbreaker.

(JB) Good Gawd!!! What strength!!

(Tom) Hush picked up Matthew-freaking-Kurresh like he was an infant!!!

(JB) I've never witnessed this kind of pure, raw power in all my years of commentating!!

(Tom) NAFW... Meet Hush. Your new nightmare!

Hush stands over the Intruder's lifeless body shaking his head, and there's not an ounce of remorse coming from this Malicious Monster. Hush has destroyed a former two-time Foundation Heavyweight Champion in a matter of seconds.

(JB) We have to cut to a commercial, folks! Stay tuned, we'll be right back!

Panning closer and closer, we take one more look at Hush standing over the Intruder. Hush is still shaking his head and it seems like he may not realize what he's done, but then again... It doesn't look like he cares.

Dwayne Bishop stands atop the ramp, as he receives a combination of cheers and jeers from the Foundation Fans that have filled the arena to it's capacity. Bishop stretches his arms out as the showering sparks rain down on him from above. With the first step of his descent down the ramp, pyro shoots off on either side of him with a loud thunderous boom. Bishop ascends the steps, then lifts his leg over the top rope to enter the ring.

The lights around the arena go down; smoke begins to fill the entrance as Creed- My Sacrifice starts to play. Orange lights beam all over the arena. An explosion goes off at the entrance and Tiger Claw makes his way out. Once in the ring he climbs onto the second turn buckle and hits his chest with his right arm twice and then raises his right arm into the air. Tiger Claw then climbs down and stares down his opponent.

(Troy) This is another first round match in the Ultimate Showdown tournament. To my right, he is an NWC legend and a rising star in the NAFW. From San Antonio, Texas, he is DWAYNE BISHOP! To my left, he is an up and comer in the NAFW, he is "TIGER CLAW" STUART HUNTER!

(JB) Troy giving the intro for what looks to be a big match. Considering this is the first time that we've seen Bishop in a while since the last era.

(Tom) While Tiger Claw seems to be a hearty wrestler, Bishop is a 6 foot plus monster. He's beyond monster sometimes.

Phil Redding calls for the bell. Bishop and Tiger Claw lock up. It's apparent how much of a size mismatch that this match is going to be. 6 foot 6 beats 5 foot 9 a good percentage of the time. Bishop simply lifts up Tiger Claw and throws him to the corner hard. He then shoves his large foot against the throat of TC. Of course, Redding is yelling at him to let go of the hold.

(Tom) Bishop showing his massive strength and size advantage right now, Mann-wheel.

(JB) Sad to say, if it probably came to it, Tiger Claw's got the heart to hang in the ring. Heart doesn't always get you past a larger opponent, however.

Redding gets Bishop to let go of the hold. Tiger Claw gasps for a second to try to throw a few series of punches to the larger man. Bishop swats it off briefly with a head butt to the forehead of TC. The smaller athlete staggers for a bit, but then he slowly tries a kick to Bishop's knee, and the big man backs off slowly for a second. TC then goes for another attempt to get the big man down.

(JB) TC's only chance in this match is to keep the big man off of his feet.

(Tom) Are you saying that to make him feel better later, you know that's not happening.

TC goes around Bishop to the opposite rope and goes for a bulldog, and lands it. Bishop is down now. TC goes down with an elbow on the big man. He then picks up Bishop as best as he can. He gets the man to his knees, and goes back to the opposite ropes, and gets a hard soccer kick to the chest of Bishop. He then pulls up Bishop a little bit more and gets his head over his shoulder. He cranks up into an Ace Crusher style move.

(Tom) Oh, no! Bishop's about to be finished!

(JB) He could be preparing My Sacrifice!

TC gets ready to crank out My Sacrifice. He jumps up to finish out the move, and... DENIED! Bishop pushes him right into the ropes hard. Dwayne Bishop's veins start popping from his forehead. Dwayne yanks the poor guy out from his drying experience and deals out a series of head butts until his finisher gets changed to "Let's Get Retarded." Bishop is now, as they call it, a house of fire.

(JB) Okay, I think any chance the kid had died when he met the ropes.

(Tom) They died when he went into the ring, Mann-wagon.

(JB) Good point.


Bishop then puts the man between his legs and lifts him up for one half of the Judgment. Modified Liger Bomb connects with the turnbuckle, but wait... Bishop lifts him up again. 180 SIT OUT POWERBOMB! YOU HAVE BEEN JUDGED!

Cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE! Ring the bell.

(Troy) Your winner moving on to Round Two! DWAYNE BISHOP!

Phil goes to raise Dwayne's hand, but the big man almost smacks him. Phil gets out of the way as he celebrates.

(JB) Bishop proves to be a deadly force once again.

(Tom) You can say that again. On second thought, don't. Let's just go to commercial.

The camera goes to the ring to reveal a spotlight shining down on Troy Gilmore holding the microphone, and Walt Mason. The bell rings three times to get the attention of the fans.

(Troy) Ladies and gentlemen…it is time for your Main Event of the evening!

An excited cheer goes up from the capacity crowd, as Troy continues…

(Troy) This match is a Tag Team contest scheduled for one fall, with a 60 minute time limit.

South Texas Death Ride starts to play, and a spotlight clicks on, in the crowd. Deep amidst the mass of fans, stands Diamond Del Carver. Carver is grinning, as the fans slap him on the back. Del Carver starts to make his way through the crowd, weaving around as the spotlight follows him. Finally, Carver gets to the ringside barrier, and he hops over the fence, and climbs the steel steps, into the ring. Carver has a bandage on his forehead, and under his NAFW T-Shirt, you can see the outline of the heavy bandage wrappings over his ribs…both are a souvenir from his attack by The Trust Fund Kids last week.

Shake Your Blood by Probot cranks up on the loudspeakers. Jaime Alejandro steps out to the pops as he pulls out his hands and motions for the crowd to give him some more. He's dressed out in his singlet, his sleeve over his right arm, and the reinforced knee brace over his right knee. He straps the gloves on and starts walking. He pulls the straps on his singlet up as he gets to the apron. Then he primes himself and jumps straight up on the apron and pulls the ropes back to pyro from the corners of the ring. He then goes under the top rope and walks over, standing next to Diamond Del Carver

Suddenly, the sound of the Rock Remix of It's All About The Benjamins comes across the sound system, and the boos and jeers now amplify to an almost deafening pitch…nearly drowning out the music. Two spotlights sweep dramatically across the arena, and a small burst of pyro goes off, as Keith Owens and Trevor Cunning emerge into the aisle, both with massive grins on their faces. The most recent man to be the Foundation Heavyweight Champion starts to walk down to the ring, his swaggering exuding total confidence and ultimate cockiness, and Trevor and Ketih's valet Melissa Hayes are right behind him..

Finally, Trevor Cunning reaches the point where Keith Owens awaits, and the two men enter the ringside area, and head up the steps into the ring. Trevor Cunning and Owens take their position directly across from Carver and Alejandro. Diamond Del Carver appears to be yelling at the two men, but Owens just smirks, and Trevor Cunning makes a great production of yawning dramatically. Finally, the music dies down…

(Troy) Introducing first…in the far corner…at a combined weight of 527 pounds…here are Diamond Del Carver and Jamie Alejandro!

The crowd, who has been jeering since Owens first appeared, finally erupts back into thunderous cheers, as Carver and Alejandro both raise an arm over their heads to acknowledge the fans.

(Troy) And their opponents…weighing in at a combined 491 pounds…here are Keith Owens, and Trevor Cunning… THE TRUST FUND KIDS!

The boos return in full force, as Owens and Trevor Cunning mug for the fans and cameras alike. Troy exits the ring, and Walt Mason stands in the middle, shouting out instructions to both teams, ordering them to pick a man to start the match, and send the other partner to their corners. The fans begin to stomp their feet and clap their hands in unison…

(JB) Fans the atmosphere in this building is absolutely electric tonight. These fans here live in the arena are so keyed up for this match, and I have to be honest, so am I.

(Tom) Last week’s show ended with The Trust Fund Kids beating up Diamond Del Carver and Trevor Cunning, and it will this week too!

Both members of The Trust Fund Kids start by mocking Carver. Trevor Cunning is pretending that he is pacing back and forth with a walker, while Keith Owens wheels around in an imaginary wheelchair in the ring. Trevor Cunning places one hand over his eye, and flails around as if he is blind. Walt Mason orders The Trust Fund Kids to decide who will start the match. Jamie Alejandro heads to the corner, slapping Diamond Del Carver on the back. Carver stands in the middle of the ring calling on Trevor Cunning. Keith Owens heads to the other corner. Walt Mason calls for the bell, which dings loudly, and the match is underway!

At the sight of Trevor Cunning and Carver in the ring together, the fans come to their feet! Diamond Del Carver is standing in the middle of the ring, in a three quarters crouch, ready to lock up. Trevor Cunning is still closer to his corner, smirking as Owens shouts encouragement at him, and insults at Carver. Finally, as the fans continue to roar, Trevor Cunning slowly inches closer to the middle of the ring, ready to lock up with Diamond Del Carver. Carver calls him on, ready to go. Trevor Cunning gets into a crouch, and creeps closer to Carver, ready to engage…the fans are deafening. Suddenly Trevor Cunning straightens up, turns around, and nonchalantly strolls back to his corner, where he tags in Keith Owens! The fans explode into a cavalcade of boos!

(JB) Oh boy, look at Carver! He’s not happy with that! He’s screaming at Trevor Cunning to come back into the ring!

(Tom) Man, is there anybody who screws with a guy’s mind better than Trevor Cunning? I don’t think so. What a psyche job he just pulled on Carver. Look at that old goat, he’s turning red in the face, about to burst something.

Diamond Del Carver is pointing at Trevor Cunning, screaming at him. The As Jamie Alejandro looks on, shaking his head in disgust at The Trust Fund Kids, Carver turns his attention to Keith Owens. Before Owens can even figure out what stance to take, Carver fires a boot up, catching him right in the gut, and driving the wind out of The Difference Maker. Owens falls to his knees, purple in the face. Diamond Del Carver reaches down, pulls Owens back up, but at the same time slams down a forearm smash across the back of Owens, hammering him back to the mat. As Keith Owens lies on the mat, Carver stomps on the small of his back for good measure. Owens goes totally flat on the mat, and Carver leaps into the air, and comes down, driving a sharp elbow smash right into the same spot on Owens’s back. Keith Owens’s whole body shudders with the impact. Del Carver pulls Keith Owens to his feet, grabs him by the wrist, and whips him into the ropes. Keith Owens flies into the ropes, rebounds off, and ducks a lariat attempt by Carver. Owens keeps going, hits the far ropes, and catches Carver on the rebound with a flying forearm smash upside the head! Del Carver takes the full impact because of the momentum, and crashes to the mat, holding his head in pain.

(JB) Diamond Del Carver started this match off angry, pounding away at Keith Owens like a mad man, but the momentum has shifted and now The Difference Maker is in control!

(Tom) That’s our Champion!

Keith Owens takes a minute to gather himself, and then pulls Diamond Del Carver roughly to his feet, and shoves him back into the corner of The Trust Fund Kids. Trevor Cunning grins, and locks Carver’s arms behind him in the corner. Keith Owens starts to pound away at Carver’s mid section, with both fists flying. The fans jeer loudly at the sight of Trevor Cunning keeping Carver locked up in the corner, while Keith Owens beats on him. Jamie Alejandro starts to holler at the referee from the other corner, and Mason does start to administer a standing five count, giving The Trust Fund Kids an order to break up the double team. Finally, right before Walt Mason gets to five, Trevor Cunning releases Carver, and the veteran crumples to the mat, holding his midsection where Owens had been pummelling him. Jamie Alejandro starts to stomp his foot loudly on the apron, and the fans begin to join along, stomping and clapping in time. Keith Owens reaches across, and tags in Trevor Cunning! The fans murmur in excitement at the sight of Trevor Cunning and Carver in the ring together again, however there is not much of a staredown, as Trevor Cunning simply stands over the fallen Carver and tauntingly kicks him in the ribs. Keith Owens has not yet left the ring, and as Trevor Cunning pulls Carver to his feet, and whips him into the ropes, Owens and Trevor Cunning link arms, and almost take Diamond Del Carver’s head off with a double clothesline!

(JB) Oh lord will you look at that! What impact! The Trust Fund Kids almost sent Diamond Del Carver spinning through the air in a 360 degree turn from that double clothesline!

(Tom) The Trust Fund Kids are showing teamwork here, JB. Good teamwork!

The referee shouts at Keith Owens to get out of the ring, and Owens complies, but does some lipping off to Walt Mason as he does so. No sooner does Keith Owens get to the apron, than Trevor Cunning has Carver pulled to his feet, scooped him up, and violently slams him down to the mat! Del Carver actually bounces on the mat from the impact! Trevor Cunning grabs Carver by the hair, pulls him to his feet, and then tags Keith Owens. Keith Owens climbs back into the ring, and throws one of Del Carver’s arms over his shoulder. Trevor Cunning gets on the other side, and throws Carver’s other arm over his shoulder. The two men easily hoist Carver up, high over their heads in a double atomic drop! The Trust Fund Kids spike Carver back down, tailbone first onto their extended knees, and the SHOOT veteran shudders with the impact…but The Trust Fund Kids HANG ON…and keep Carver in Double Atomic Drop position! Keith Owens and Trevor Cunning then lift Carver back up over their heads, and drop him backwards in a Double Back Suplex! Carver does a mini-spasm from the impact, and Owens makes the cover, as Trevor Cunning yells at Mason to count…One! Two!

Jamie Alejandro leaps off the middle rope, and breaks up the count with a flying double axehandle smash to the back of Keith Owens! The fans erupt, as Keith Owens goes sprawling! Walt Mason leaps to his feet, and bellows at Jamie Alejandro to leave the ring! As he does, Trevor Cunning and Owens decide to take advantage. The Trust Fund Kids pick Carver’s body up off the mat, and forcibly shove him backward into the corner. While Mason is still shouting at Jamie to back off, Trevor Cunning wraps the tag rope around Carver’s neck. Trevor Cunning goes to the apron, and pulls on the rope, causing Del Carver’s face to turn red, then purple, then blue. Carver is kicking his legs mightily, but he cannot break free. Meanwhile, Keith Owens once again starts to pound away on The Hardcore Outlaw with a rapid barrage of shots to the solar plexus, as Trevor Cunning chokes him.

(JB) Man, Diamond Del is in a bad way here, Tom.

(Tom) Never mind that, JB! I want to see an instant replay of The Trust Fund Kids nailing Carver with that amazing Double Atomic Drop into a Double Back Suplex!

The video monitors display a replay of Owens and Trevor Cunning hoisting Diamond Del into the air, crunching him down across their knees, and then firing him backward to the mat. As we return to live action, we see Trevor Cunning is still choking Carver, and Owens is pounding on his midsection. Walt Mason has finally succeeded in getting Jamie Alejandro back to the apron, but now he turns around and sees The Trust Fund Kids choking Carver with the tag rope. Mason yells at Trevor Cunning to release Carver.

Trevor Cunning releases Diamond Del Carver from the tag rope choke, and shoves him forward. Keith Owens grabs Carver, and props him throat first over the top rope. Trevor Cunning scales the turnbuckles, until he hits the top rope. Trevor Cunning measures Carver off, and then leaps...Trevor Cunning lands leg first over the head of Diamond Del Carver, driving his neck down onto the rope! The momentum causes Carver’s head to bounce back, and he hits the mat, flat on his back. As Diamond Del Carver lies flat on the mat choking, Keith Owens leaps into the air and lands across Carver’s neck with an elbow smash! Trevor Cunning gets up, and spins Walt Mason around, ordering him to count! Walt Mason sees Keith Owens covering Diamond Del Carver for the pin, and slides down to make the count…One! Two! Suddenly, Keith Owens disappears…he is grabbed by the ankle from the outside, and pulled from the ring! The fans cheer in relief!

(JB) Jamie Alejandro grabs Keith Owens by the ankle, from outside the ring and pulls him outside…just in the nick of time!

(Tom) What’s with Mason? That’s the second time that Alejandro has broken up the count! Where’s the DQ?

Trevor Cunning gets to his feet, and looks down in disgust at Diamond Del Carver, who is laying prone on his back. Trevor Cunning runs to the other side, bounces off the ropes, and then vaults himself into the air, and drives a knee down into Carver’s ribs! The impact of the knee smash to Diamond Del Carver’s midsection is so severe, that Carver actually leaps to his feet, placing both his hands over his ribs, gasping and sputtering for air. Diamond Del staggers around for a few seconds, red in the face, and then collapses in a heap. Trevor Cunning is laughing hysterically. He points down at Diamond Del Carver, and then he starts to mimic Carver, staggering around the ring, with his eyes crossed, pretending to drink from an imaginary bottle of booze. The fans boo Trevor Cunning mercilessly.

Trevor Cunning pulls Carver into the middle of the ring, flat on his stomach. Trevor Cunning walks around Carver, like a cat circling his prey. Finally, Trevor Cunning stands just off to the side of Carver's body. Trevor Cunning reaches around Carver's head and pulls his powerful arm across Carver's face. Trevor Cunning locks his hands together and pulls back, applying pressure to Carver's midsection. Seated abdominal stretch! Diamond Del Carver screams in agony, as Trevor Cunning is pulling as hard as he can on the already injured ribs of The Hardcore Outlaw!

(JB) This is it. This is going to be it for Carver…and I’ll tell you why. The Trust Fund Kids have been focusing on Carver’s ribs for the past few minutes…the knee drop and now this. Every move they’ve executed has been designed to weaken the ribs of Diamond Del Carver…and they know how bad he is hurting in that area because they caused it!

(Tom) That shows you why The Trust Fund Kids are the better team, JB. Brains. They’ve been zeroing in on the same body part all night, plus they’ve done what all great teams do…they’ve cut the ring off. They’ve kept Diamond Del Carver isolated, cut off from Jamie Alejandro…and now he’s ripe for the picking.

Sweat pours down the face of Del Carver, as he thrashes around, trying unsuccessfully to break the hold of Trevor Cunning. Trevor Cunning has a maniacal look on his face, as he leans back and adds even more torque on the ribs of The Hardcore Outlaw. Del Carver reaches out…straining…grasping…his fingers outstretched as hard and as far as he can…trying to break the hold and reach the ropes. He cannot. The fans are now on their feet, chanting…Let’s go Del! Let’s go Del! Let’s go Del!

Jamie Alejandro has his feet on the mat, but he is reaching out as far as he can, trying to tag in…but he can’t reach. Walt Mason drops down, and asks Carver if he wants to submit. We cannot hear the response from Carver, because of the crowd noise, but Mason looks over at Troy on the outside, shaking his head…indicating that Carver will not give. The pressure is intense. Trevor Cunning leaves the hold locked on tight, and pulls back with all his strength. Carver is hollering in agony, but will not tap. Both Owens and Alejandro are like caged lions on the outside, watching the action, pacing back and forth, and thumping on the turnbuckles, shouting support at their respective partners.

Finally, Jamie Alejandro has had enough. Alejandro scrambles up the turnbuckles, measures Trevor Cunning off in the middle of the ring…And LEAPS! Flashbulbs pop all over the arena, and the fans gasp as Jamie Alejandro gracefully sails through the air, halfway across the ring, and…Jamie Alejandro NAILS Trevor Cunning right across the back with his patented flying headbutt from the top rope…breaking the hold! Trevor Cunning sprawls out face first, as does Carver. Jamie Alejandro gets to his feet, and starts to stomp away on the back of Cunning. Keith Owens rushes into the ring to aid his partner. Owens grabs Alejandro by the shoulder, and spins him around…Owens nails Alejandro with a short arm clothesline, but Alejandro pops back up, and holds his arm over his head…Jamie Alejandro brings his elbow down right onto the top of Keith Owens’s head, with a bionic elbow! Owens stumbles backward, dazed. Jamie goes on the attack, hammering Owens with a rapid succession of repeated elbows to the top of the skull. The crowd is rocking, and so is Keith Owens. Finally, Walt Mason physically inserts himself in-between Jamie Alejandro and Keith Owens, and has to shove Carver back to his corner. Ever the opportunist, Owens does not leave the ring. Instead, Keith Owens walks over to where Diamond Del Carver is laying…and STANDS ON HIS STOMACH!

(JB) Good lord! What the…somebody…Owens, that’s too far!

(Tom) Hey, this is a science experiment! How much pressure can Del Carver’s ribs take before he dies?

(JB) Enough is enough! The Trust Fund Kids are going to permanently injure Diamond Del Carver!

(Tom) Tough luck! This match would have been over…Carver would have verbally submitted if it hadn’t been for Alejandro coming into the ring illegally!

Trevor Cunning is back up now, and both he and Owens are laying the boots to Del Carver’s midsection. Walt Mason finally succeeds in once again getting the extremely frustrated Jamie Alejandro back to his corner. Mason turns around, and sees both members of The Trust Fund Kids laying a beating on Del Carver. Walt Mason bellows in anger, ordering Owens out of the ring. Owens and Trevor Cunning pull the lifeless body of Diamond Del Carver to his feet, and Owens is about to leave the ring…

Suddenly, Carver rears back, and hammers Trevor Cunning right in the face with a headbutt! Trevor Cunning stumbles backward in shock, holding his nose. Carver then grabs Owens by the back of the head, and hammers him in the face with a headbutt as well! Both members of The Trust Fund Kids are staggering! Diamond Del Carver starts to stumble towards his corner, his arm outstretched. Jamie Alejandro is almost dislocating his own shoulder, reaching out towards Carver…AND FINALLY MAKES THE TAG!

Jamie Alejandro leaps over the top rope, and is actually jogging on the spot for a moment, he is so psyched up. Keith Owens rushes into the ring…Jamie Alejandro almost takes Owens’s head off with a clothesline! Jamie Alejandro turns around, his eyes wild, and points down at Trevor Cunning, who is just starting to get to his feet. Alejandro points down at Trevor Cunning. Before Trevor Cunning can even react, Alejandro is on him like a wildman! Jamie Alejandro jumps onto Trevor Cunning in a Lou Thesz press, and starts to rain down a merciless barrage of punches to the head. Trevor Cunning tries to cover up, but Alejandro is relentless in his onslaught. Jamie Alejandro starts to literally bounce Trevor Cunning’s head off the mat. Finally, Jamie Alejandro gets up, pulls Trevor Cunning to his feet, and hurls him through the air in a wild beal toss. Trevor Cunning crashes to the mat, right on his tailbone. Alejandro starts to stomp and kick away, refusing to give Cunning a chance to breathe.

(JB) Jamie Alejandro is taking it to The Trust Fund Kids!

(Tom) He’s just got too much damn energy because he’s spent all night on the apron.

Trevor Cunning struggles to his feet, and in desperation, he reaches up and violently rakes the eyes of The Saint. Jamie Alejandro backs off for a moment, temporarily blinded, and Trevor Cunning fires a textbook kneelift, knocking him back. Alejandro stumbles, and Trevor Cunning locks him up, and hoists him into the air for a high vertical suplex! Alejandro hits the mat with a thud, and Trevor Cunning struggles to his feet, and tags in Keith Owens!

Keith Owens leaps into the ring, and goes for an elbow smash, but Jamie Alejandro rolls out of the way! Owens hits the mat, and then scrambles to his feet. Jamie Alejandro gets to his feet at the same time, and the two men face off in the middle of the ring! Jamie Alejandro raises his arm over his head once again, and brings his elbow down over the head of Keith Owens! Keith Owens stumbles a bit, but then steadies himself, and fires back with a wicked slap across the chest! Jamie Alejandro takes the full force of the shot! Jamie Alejandro is knocked off balance by the force of the blow from Owens, but he responds with another elbow smash over the top of Owens’s head. You can tell it hurt Owens, but he responds in kind with another slap across the chest of Jamie Alejandro, the sick sounding smack sound echoing throughout the arena. Keith Owens starts to fire a flurry of rabbit punches, straight to the face of Jamie Alejandro. It is almost as if Owens is using The Saint’s head as a speed bag in boxing, as he unleashes a long series of short, snapping punches. Jamie Alejandro is rocked and stumbles backward, when suddenly, Del Carver reaches over and slaps him on the back…tagging himself in! The crowd cheers, but you can tell that they are unsure that Carver is good to go.

Trevor Cunning throws his hand out in solid anticipation to finish Carver off. Owens smirks, takes a few steps back, and tags in Cunning! Del Carver lumbers into the ring as Trevor Cunning springs in the ring...and it met with a boot to the gut from Carver! Trevor Cunning doubles over, and Diamond Del Carver snaps him back into a standing position with a wide European uppercut. Jamie springs into the ring as he and Carver start to pound away at Trevor Cunning in unison! Both men are punching away at Trevor Cunning with all of their strength. Eventually, Diamond Del Carver holds Trevor Cunning in a full nelson, and shouts something to Jamie Alejandro. The Saint nods, and runs, bouncing off the ropes. As Alejandro charges at Cunning with a spear, Cunning mule kicks backwards, hitting Del Carver in the groin! Carver lets go of Cunning, but Alejandro is already in mid-air, with a spear! Alejandro nails Carver right in the ribs with the spear! Carver folds up like an accordion from the massive impact, holding his ribs! Keith Owens grabs Alejandro from behind, and locks him up in a sleeper! Cunning rolls on top of Diamond Del Carver…

One! Two! Three!

(JB) Oh no! NO! Thanks to an illegal kick to the groin and a miscommunication between Carver and Alejandro, The Trust Fund Kids are victorious!

(Tom) I never doubted they would be! Carver and Alejandro are a first time team, and they both have to face each other next week in Ultimate Showdown! I bet you that wasn’t even an accident! I bet it was deliberate! Alejandro is trying to take Carver out of the tournament!

The Trust Fund Kids bail out of the ring, looking tired but triumphant. They both point in the ring and laugh, as Jamie Alejandro drops to one knee to help Diamond Del Carver to his feet, Carver angrily shoves Alejandro to the side, holding his ribs and shouting at him, asking him what happened.

(JB) We're out of time for tonight folks! Join us next week as we reach Round 2 of the Ultimate Showdown Tournament, where we'll see how the situation between Carver and Alejandro changes! Good night!