The success of the first Last Stand Wrestling production of Defiance was seen around the World as something unexpected. Many new companies are being surfaced everyday but many of them never make it past the first week, let alone to the point where they can put on a show that can entertain 10,000+ people. Brandon Matthews and his team managed to accomplish this last week in Fresno and they have the same aim heading into this weeks show in Reno, Nevada.

In the parking lot of the arena we see a black car pull up and drive past the camera, the windows tinted so that you can’t see inside and the driver’s face obscured from view. As the camera begins to approach the passenger-side door opens up and out stepped the seductive brunette beauty known to LSW fans as Ravyn Taylor after her debut in the newly founded promotion last week. She has a smile on her face as she skips happily around to the back of the car and knocks on the trunk.

Ravyn Taylor: Are you excited in there?

She pops the trunk of the car and inside we see the masked man Nathaniel Hardcastle curled up. He looks up, the mask he’s wearing preventing any expression at all from showing, but Ravyn seems to react like he’s a little puppy who’s excited to see her as she drops down to a crouched position and looks at him straight in to the mask where the eyes would be.

Ravyn Taylor: Are you prepared for this week? It won’t be as simple as last week of course, last week manipulating the mentally inferior, nature’s poor little mishaps, was so amazingly simple but this week they’ll be expecting you so this week I’m expecting a good showing from you, do you understand me?

The masked man slowly nods.

Ravyn Taylor: There’s a good boy.

He unclips a leash from inside the trunk of the car and pulls on it, allowing Hardcastle to climb out the trunk and kneel at her side loyally as she looks up and notices the camera watching her for the first time. She gives it a little wave as she pushes the trunk closed again and walks Nathaniel in to the arena by his leash. The camera seems to hesitate for a moment and rather than following the duo inside the building attempts to move to the front of the car to see who it is that’s driving, but the car pulls away again before the drivers face becomes clear and leaves another little mystery unsolved...

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You Ready For Pain?!!

The scenes inside the arena are chaotic as "Sound of Madness" by Shinedown begins to blast out from the speakers positioned around the Lawlor Events Center to signal the start of the second showing of LSW Defiance. The arena is a wash of colour as fans show off their offical replica LSW t-shirt purchased from stalls set up around the arena. A number of fans are already tucking into the undercooked burgers and deep fried snacks that are on offer, making sure they are fully filled and ready for the onslaught of action from Last Stand Wrestling. The cameras move around the arena, catching glimpses of individual fans as well of the mass crowds. Everyone seems set to have a great night as the camera runs down the rampway towards the ring. As the camera moves down the ramp it moves in on some signs that fans have brought in with them.

"The Art of Deception" Stole My Sandwich!

I Want Ravyn To Punish Me

The Collars Match The Cuffs

The last sign is being held up by a pure blonde woman in her early 20's who's large breasts have attracted the attention of the male audience surrounding her as well of the gaze of those who have now seen her on the large video screen. The camera slowly moves on from her, almost not wanting to look away as her breasts almost smash her in her own chin as she jumps up and down. Finally reaching the ringside the camera moves around the ring looking up at where the roster will do battle later, before focusing at the ringside commentart desk where Michael Barclay and Eric Raper are sat ready for business.

Michael Barclay: That's right Ladies and Gentlemen, Last Stand Wrestling is back.

Eric Raper: Oh yeah bitch.

Michael Barclay: We are here in the Lawlor Events Centre in Reno, Nevada for the second taste of Live action from the love child of Brandon Matthews, LSW.

Eric Raper: Tonight is going to be great, I can just feel it.

Michael Barclay: We certainly have a number of great matches lined up as everyone is still battling for position within the company. Wins for Axl Dempsey, Sam Manson, Ravyn Taylor and Dean Hobkirk put them in the top rankings of the company for this last week but things could all change tonight.

Eric Raper: We have got a lot of new people of show again tonight, Brandon keeps bringing in more and more talent.

Michael Barclay: I am sure that can only be a good thing. Competition normally brings out the best in people.

Eric Raper: We should have a great first match up then, anyone can enter it.

Michael Barclay: It is going to be an interesting one for sure. As we found out last week the first match this evening will crown the first ever LSW Hardcore Champion.

Eric Raper: Bring on the blood.

Michael Barclay: The match starts with the belt above the ring, and a 15 minute time limit will start when someone gets that belt down. If they can hold it for the 15 minutes then they are champion...however if they lose it 2 minutes from the end, the next holder of the belt will hold have to keep it for 2 minutes to be crowned Champion.

Eric Raper: I would be pissed if that happened to me, maybe it is best to let someone else win the title early...that way you aren't being chased for the rest of the time.

Michael Barclay: The tactics, if any, on display could prove interesting in the course of the match, but that is not the only thing we have got for you this even as straight after that match we see Dean Hobkirk and Blake Lucas square off in our second match of the evening.

Eric Raper: Hobkirk has been relegated from the main event despite picking up the win...how does that figure?

Michael Barclay: Who knows where anyone is meant to be, we haven't seen any of the guys in the main event this evening in action yet.

Eric Raper: Good point...h God, I can't believe I just said that.

Michael Barclay: You were right to say so though.

Eric Raper: Maybe then, but don't get used to it.

Michael Barclay: We will focus more on the two other matches later in the show as right now we are going to kick things off with action in the ring.

Eric Raper: Brilliant. Bring on the Hardcore.

As Assassin clutches at his head, Dempsey jumps to land on his neck and force him face first into the chair which lays beneath them on the ramp.

Eric Raper: Game Over! Dempsey is the Hardcore Champion.

Michael Barclay: The guys at ringside are starting to stir but it is too little to late.

No sooner has Barclay spoken Rick Fitzpatrick suddenly appears from behind the barrier that the fans are held behind.

Eric Raper: What the fuck? What's he doing over there?

Michael Barclay: I didn't even see him move. Fitzpatrick has moved up between the fans to avoid being noticed and now is inches from Axl Dempsey.

In Fitzpatricks hand is a baseball bat and he takes a massive swing at the side of the head of Dempsey. The blow connects and Dempsey is instantly uncoincious, callapsing to the floor. Fitzpatrick wastes no time is throwing himself over the barrier and onto Dempsey for the pin.

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Michael Barclay: Rick Fitzpatrick has won it in the final seconds.

Eric Raper: Axl is going to feel robbed.

The final seconds count out on the clock to the cheers of the fans. The bell rings as Roger Humphries walks over to Rick Fitzpatrick and hands him the belt dropped by Dempsey before Assassins attack. Fitzpatrick takes the belt with a huge smile on his face, before Humphries takes him by the hand to lift his arm in victory.

Denika Andersen: Ladies and Gentlemen, here is your winner and the first ever Last Stand Wrestling Hardcore Champion....RICK FITZPATRICK!!!

WINNER: Rick Fitzpatrick

Michael Barclay: Rick Fitzpatrick is the first ever champion in Last Stand Wrestling after a battle that is sore to leave all men sore.

Eric Raper: Sore? Rick has left Dempsey out cold. I don't think he has moved yet.

Michael Barclay: Two injuries in two weeks.

Eric Raper: Shame it couldn't be two wins.

Michael Barclay: That is true, but this won't count as a loss for him in the records books as he was never offically booked in the match. Only credit goes to Fitzpatrick for the win.

Eric Raper: So none of them have their short reigns recognised?

Michael Barclay: No, the first Champion was named at the end of the match.

Eric Raper: I'm sure they will be pissed if they don't already know.

We cut away to a pre-recorded segment that begins with just static across the screen for several seconds until it slowly begins to fade away to a familiar looking gloomy, windowless room with a concrete floor and white washed walls that we’ve seen once before. The camera pans slowly around the room and we once again see the low ceiling with the bulb swinging back and forth from it in an almost hypnotic motion. The camera continues panning around the room and we once again see the unmade bed in the corner with a pile of clothes stacked at the foot of the bed and a stack of what appear to be Polaroid photographs piled up on a chest of drawers a foot or two away. The camera begins to move toward them as though the cameraman is intrigued when there’s a loud slamming noise and the camera quickly pans around to an old wooden door that seems to be hanging loosely on its hinges, but there’s no evidence of what caused it to slam shut. We pan back around toward the photographs when the camera catches a glimpse of something on the wall that interrupts the perfect white – two photographs, both Polaroid’s and both apparently taken by somebody as though they were spying on the people in them. With a pin through the centre of it, and now a red “X” drawn across it, we see the photo from last week of James Gabriel, but that’s now accompanied by a photograph of Ashton Daniels that seems to have been taken while he was buying gas at some point recently. The cameraman seems to jump back a step and almost loses control of the camera, regaining it just before he drops the camera and panning to show the masked man known as Nathaniel Hardcastle standing about a foot from the location where the photos are pinned to the wall. He has his head tilted sideways, the mask he’s wearing completely obscuring his face. After a few moments we hear a woman laugh, and pan to see Ravyn Taylor standing in the door wall. She pulls on the chain in her hand, which is attached to the collar around Hardcastle’s neck, and he immediately drops to his knees and assumes a far less aggressive stance with the cameraman.

Ravyn Taylor: Did he startle you? He’ll do that you know, he’s very protective of me.

She begins skipping in to the door almost joyfully before looking at the photographs and running her finger slowly around the photograph before stopping and smiling at the camera, looking down at the ground for a moment. The camera pans down her body and we see she’s dressed in a blue corset this week that hugs her body so very tightly giving her a perfect feminine figure. Along with this she’s wearing a similar leather mini-skirt to the last recording and the same knee-high leather boots. She stands there for a moment looking down and when she looks back up again she’s no longer looking at the camera or the person holding it and is instead looking past them and begins reaching out toward an imaginary window.

“Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -
Perched, and sat, and nothing more.”

She looks almost sad as she looks up above the loosing hanging wooden door to where the raven of the poem would be, were it to exist.

“Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -
Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'”

She shakes her head as she says the final word, giving it that much more emphasis, and looks almost sad as she continues speaking and reciting the hundred and seventy year old poem by heart.

“Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,
Though its answer little meaning - little relevancy bore;
For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being
Ever yet was blessed with seeing bird above his chamber door -
Bird or beast above the sculptured bust above his chamber door,
With such name as `Nevermore.'”

She continues looking above the door, as though staring intently in disbelief just as the character from the poem would have done.

“But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only,
That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.
Nothing further then he uttered - not a feather then he fluttered -
Till I scarcely more than muttered `Other friends have flown before -
On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'
Then the bird said, `Nevermore.'”

She almost whispers the final word and the manner of it seems to give her Goosebumps and she jumps back a little as though startled before continuing.

“Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,
`Doubtless,' said I, `what it utters is its only stock and store,
Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful disaster
Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore -
Till the dirges of his hope that melancholy burden bore
Of "Never-nevermore."'”

She turns to the camera now as though explaining the situation to the viewers at home, pointing up above the door to the room when she again mentions the bird. As she recites the next verse she carries out the action, wheeling a cushioned chair from a darkened corner of the room the camera didn’t focus on before in to place as she recites the poem.

“But the raven still beguiling all my sad soul into smiling,
Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird and bust and door;
Then, upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking
Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore -
What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt, and ominous bird of yore
Meant in croaking `Nevermore.'”

She sits down on the chair, staring up at the empty space above the door.

“This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing
To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;
This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining
On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamp-light gloated o'er,
But whose velvet violet lining with the lamp-light gloating o'er,
She shall press, ah, nevermore!”

She looks genuinely sad as she continues speaking.

“Then, methought, the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer
Swung by Seraphim whose foot-falls tinkled on the tufted floor.
`Wretch,' I cried, `thy God hath lent thee - by these angels he has sent thee
Respite - respite and nepenthe from thy memories of Lenore!
Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe, and forget this lost Lenore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'”

She stops there, jumping out of the seat and doing a little courtesy as though bowing to her audience.

Ravyn Taylor: It’s at that point in the poem that the character who’s telling the story, a scholar who’s lost the love of his life, begins to think about his lost love again and thinks he smells her perfume in the air as though she may return to him, but when he even considers forgetting his lost love he’s told by the raven that he never will. The raven is his tormenter, the raven is driving him insane and there’s nothing that he can do about it. This part of the poem means a lot to me, and it will come to represent a lot to this company as well because just like the raven of the poem I am sitting, metaphorically at least, just above the chamber door of LSW and just like that scholar to the raven there’s nothing you can do but sit and watch as I drive you all slowly in to insanity.

She smiles so sweetly at the camera, pushing a stray few hairs from her face.

Ravyn Taylor: Last week was the beginning. Last week James Gabriel told me that he was in control and that I was just a helpless little girl out of her depth, but in the end James Gabriel realised the error of his ways just too late to repent. This week is the turn of Ashton Daniels, another newcomer to the world of LSW and another man who thinks he can drive that raven out of his room, another man who thinks that he can do something that nobody else before has ever managed to accomplish and rid himself of his demons. Ashton – dear, sweet little Ashton – you think that you’ve learned from Gabriel’s mistakes? You think you’re in control this week any more than he was last? You, just like everybody else, assume so much when you read my letters and you listen to me speak. You assume, for example, that Nathaniel is nothing more than a submissive little man in a suit but did it ever occur to you that maybe he’s more than he appears? Did it ever occur to you that he was the brains and that I was just the beauty?

She laughs and shakes her head.

Ravyn Taylor: That’d take you all by surprise, wouldn’t it? The guy on the end of my leach actually being the one who’s in control? Who’s to say that it’s not the case though, who’s to say you really even understand anything that’s happening when you see me and when you read my letters? You don’t know enough about me to make such assumptions Ashton; you especially don’t know enough about me to assume you understand the relationship between Nathaniel and I. What was it you said this week, that you think that he’s the one who I let pleasure me after my match last week? That I’d give Nathaniel the thing that you and James and everybody else in that locker room fantasise about? I may have been playing games when I asked if he could be in control because I assure that he is not, he’s just the puppet and I am the puppeteer and he dances to my tune, but I don’t let puppets touch me in that way Ashton. The man who’s pleasuring me is so much more important to the world than little Nathaniel Hardcastle. You promised however to take me to school this week, didn’t you? I invite you to take me on that trip, load me in to the school bus and show me how the world really works. I heard your little sob story about your family and I love that you think that I’d have any reaction other than to laugh at you.

She points at the camera and giggles a little before putting on a very fake sad face.

Ravyn Taylor: Did your little brother die in a fire? Were you there when it happened? Did he smell like barbecue?

She smiles sickly at the camera.

Ravyn Taylor: I’d have liked to taste that, what do you suppose he tasted like? Does human meat taste like chicken? Then again maybe he was overdone; did he spend too long cooking and come out all crispy? What a waste...

She pauses and looks in to the camera with a total and complete sincerity in her eyes.

Ravyn Taylor: Do you think I fear you Ashton? I fear nothing; I’m not clinically able to. This week you may think that your debut will be some spectacular event but I promise that when they start throwing the Ashton Daniels parade that I will be there to rain on it if for no other reason than it will amuse me briefly. And when this match is over I’m going to lay back and let out all my sexual frustrations with a real man – would you like to watch?

She looks like she’s actually genuinely asking.

Ravyn Taylor: Hmm, maybe not now, maybe later huh? Do I make you horny Ashton? I know I do...

She throws her hands out to the side in a dramatic fashion.

“`Prophet!' said I, `thing of evil! - prophet still, if bird or devil! -
Whether tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,
Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted -
On this home by horror haunted - tell me truly, I implore -
Is there - is there balm in Gilead? - tell me - tell me, I implore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'”

She smiles once more at the camera before waving cutely.

Ravyn Taylor: See you real soon sweetness, tee-tee-eff-en!<

And with that the footage cuts to static again, and then black but only for a moment as the camera cuts to the backstage where Blake Lucas is seen doing the final warm ups for his up coming match. He looks focused as he continues to loosen up his arms. After a few moments his sister Sophie walks into shot looking worried.

Sophie Lucas: It's not too late to call it off you know...

Blake shakes his head with a grin.

Blake Lucas: Ha, of course it is. The building is packed out I can't just walk away, I've made a commitment, WE'VE made a commitment.

Not to be deterred Sophie keeps trying.

Sophie Lucas: No one will think any less of you Blake...

Blake Lucas: Now that's a lie. I will think less of me if I chickened out now.

That seems to shut Sophie up for a moment as Blake continues to stretch it out. A few more moments pass before Blake's eyes are caught by something off to the side. He stops what he is doing and grins as Kerin Atcher walks up to him with a microphone in hand.

Kerin Atcher: And here is Blake Lucas getting ready for his big debut. How are you feeling about your chances Blake?

Blake Lucas: I think they are great. I have been training for this moment nearly my whole life and now that it is finally here I am going to make sure I seize the opportunity with both hands!

Atcher nods as Sophie folds her arms aggressively across her chest eying the new woman darkly.

Kerin Atcher: Dean Hobkirk has already been in a LSW ring and even picked up a win on the first show. Do you think his experience puts you at a disadvantage?

Blake thinks her question over for a moment.

Blake Lucas: Well sure... This will be the biggest crowd I have ever wrestled in front of, but Dean already knows what that feels like. Right now I am just locked into tunnel vision. Trying to block out everything else, my nerves, my expectations and just focusing solely on Dean. I'll take stock of how big a deal this all is AFTER I get my hand raised in victory!

Kerin Atcher: Well you have the confidence, that much is true. Good luck Blake. The whole of LSW is watching.

Blake Lucas: Thanks Kerin, I'm just going to do my best and let the chips fall where they may.

Kerin watches with a smile as Blake walks off eager to get his match started. Finally her eyes fall back to the other Lucas twin who is still standing by giving her the evil eye.

Kerin Atcher: Oh and Sophie Lucas, another new member of the LSW roster is here to cheer on her brother. Sophie, are you looking forward to your debut when the time comes?

Atcher pushes the microphone under Sophie's nose but she doesn't say anything. She just continues to stare darkly at the young interviewer. Dead air streams for a few awkward seconds before Sophie turns her back on Kerin and walks off after her brother. Atcher just raises her eyebrows and watches her go with a shake of her head.

Kerin Atcher: What's her problem...? Back to you guys at ringside.

The cameras fades from Kerin Atcher in the backstage and comes back up on the commentary desk of Barclay and Raper.

Michael Barclay:Blake definately the more outgoing of the two Lucas Twins.

Eric Raper: And Sophie is definately the moody one. She does have that smoudlering sexy things about her though.

Michael Barclay:Lets hope she is not at ringside with her brother or we might need a cleaner to mop up your drewl.

Eric Raper: I hope she is here, but it's not my drewl I'll be leaking into the floor.

Michael Barclay: You just sick, let's get to the match before you get us taken off the air.

Dean Hobkirk Vs. Blake Lucas
Singles Match

The bell rings as the two men pace around the ring neither one taking their eyes off the other. They both move to the middle of the ring and lock up, Blake Lucas gets the upper hand, applying a headlock on Dean, Dean pushes Lucas off of him, sending him off the ropes, as he comes back he hits Hobkirk with a shoulder block, sending him down to the mat. Blake runs off the ropes, as he approaches Dean, he rolls over to his stomach, forcing Lucas to jump over him and into the ropes on the opposite side of the ring, Hobkirk climbs to his feet quickly and goes for a dropkick, but Blake Lucas holds onto the ropes, keeping himself in place and letting Dean land hard on the mat.

Michael Barclay:Blake Lucas showing great ring presence there.

Eric Raper: Either that or its finally becoming clear that Dean Hobkirk isn’t exactly the greatest.

Blake is quick to approach his downed opponent; he grabs him by the head and pulls him to his feet. Once Dean is up, Blake hits him with a European uppercut, sending him back into the corner. Lucas backs up to the middle of the ring and runs full speed into the corner, he goes for a clothesline, but Dean Hobkirk quickly dodges it and manoeuvres himself behind Blake Lucas. Blake is quick to act, turning around and hitting Hobkirk with a knife-edged chop across the chest. The crowd make 'ooh' sounds as the chops connect.

Dean holds his chest in pain as Blake lifts his foot and connects with his opponent’s jaw, sending him right back down to the mat. Lucas reaches down and pulls Dean up to his feet and quickly hits a snap suplex on the unsuspecting Hobkirk.

Michael Barclay:It would appear as though Dean Hobkirk doesn’t have his head entirely in this match.

Blake is quick to his feet; he takes a few steps back and wait for Dean to get to his feet before hitting a running neckbreaker. Blake grabs Dean by his left leg and turns him over, locking in a single leg boston crab. Dean Hobkirk screams out in agony as Blake Lucas constantly tightens the hold.

Eric Raper: this could spell the end of Dean Hobkirk.

Dean continues to wince in pain as he inches his way toward the bottom rope, he reaches out and grabs the rope as the referee instructs Blake Lucas to let go of the submission hold. Blake pulls Hobkirk up to his feet and pushes him into the corner where he begins to deliver elbows to the side of Hobkirk’s head. Blake backs out of the corner and away from Hobkirk as Hobkirk staggers out after. Hobkirk throws and connects with a punch to the face of Blake Lucas, but a punch from a weakened opponent barely phases Blake, who throws a punch right back at Hobkirk sending him right back into the corner. Blake grabs Dean and lifts him up to the top rope, Lucas climbs up to the second turnbuckle and grabs Hobkirk as the fans begin to cheer. Once up, Blake tries to lift Hobkirk up, but Hobkirk resists, making it impossible for Blake Lucas to lift him off the top rope. Hobkirk now fights back with right hands to Lucas’ stomach. Lucas steps down from the second turnbuckle as Hobkirk connects with an elbow to the top of Blake’s head. Lucas stumbles backwards as Hobkirk regains his composure and jumps off the top rope hitting a missile dropkick to Blake Lucas, both men are now down.

Michael Barclay:And Dean Hobkirk comes back.

Eric Raper: Its about damn time.

On the count of both men being down, the referee begins a ten count (1) Dean rolls over to his back and stares at the ceiling (2) he slowly sits up and looks at his downed opponent (3) he quickly dives over for a cover as the referee counts.

...One!

...Tw...

Blake Lucas kicks out before the two count, Dean, in disbelief, pushes himself up and returns to his feet. Hobkirk reaches down and pulls Blake Lucas up to his feet, Lucas quickly grabs Hobkirk and hits a belly-to-belly suplex. Hobkirk hits the mat hard, prompting Lucas to go for a pin

...One!

...Two!

...Thrrr...

Hobkirk kicks out with hardly any time to spare. Blake Lucas pulls Dean Hobkirk up to his feet and irish whips him hard into the corner. He runs after Hobkirk into the corner and hits a hard spear, Hobkirk screams in pain as Lucas grabs onto the ropes and continues to drive his shoulder into the abdomen of Dean Hobkirk over and over again.

Michael Barclay:The much larger of these two men, Blake Lucas is wearing down Dean Hobkirk with repeat attacks to Deans mid section.

Eric Raper: It looks like this match won’t last much longer, and thank god, I have to go to the washroom.

Blake Lucas lifts Dean Hobkirk up to the top rope once again, just like before, Blake climbs to the middle turnbuckle and grabs Hobkirk, and once again, Hobkirk is able to resist Lucas’ attempts at a high impact move from the top rope. Lucas continues trying to lift Hobkirk, but it is impossible with Hobkirk’s legs wrapped around the top rope. Hobkirk now begins delivering hard punches to the mid-section of Blake Lucas, causing him to double over in pain. Dean then headbutts him causing him to lose his balance. Dean then lifts his leg and knees Blake Lucas in the stomach, sending him off the top rope and down back-first onto the mat.

Michael Barclay: This could be a turning point here for Dean Hobkirk.

Dean stands up straight on the top rope and goes for THE THRILLSEEKER.

Michael Barclay: OH GOD!!!

Eric Raper: NO WAY!!!

Blake Lucas moves out of the way at the last second causing Dean Hobkirk to land flat on his back on the mat. Blake Lucas uses the ropes to pull himself to his feet as Dean Hobkirk struggles to a standing base while holding his back. Once dean stands up, he has his back to his opponent, the moment he turns to his opponent, he is grabbed by Blake Lucas who hits the BLAKEOUT.

Michael Barclay:Blake Lucas calls that the Blakeout, I have to assume that this match is over right here.

Blake quickly goes for the cover.

...One!

...Two!

...Three!!!

The bell rings as Blake Lucas Stands up and celebrates.

Denika Andersen: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by pinfall… BLAKE LUCAS!!!

WINNER: Blake Lucas

Michael Barclay: His sister didn't want him to wrestle here tonight but Blake has picked up the win on his debut.

Eric Raper: I can't wait for Sophie to make her debut.

Michael Barclay: Act professional.

Eric Raper: Dude, she's hot!

Michael Barclay: I am well aware of that, but keep it in your trousers.

The scene cuts to a shot backstage. A herd of security personnel can be seen escorting a man down a hallway. The security dissipates after escorting the man to the locker room, allowing the individual, now in full view, to walk in solace. The camera pans up and down on a painstakingly handsome individual. A face, seemingly chiseled by God himself, lights up the dank, desolate hallway. The individual is clad in a posh, form-fitting suit that gives viewers a sneak preview of a picture perfect, greek-esque body. The mans face, the calm and welcoming, boasts a smile that could make an angel sing. The camera follows as the individual confidently struts down the hallway, presumably heading towards his locker room. After passing by several random doors, the man stops in front of a single door at the end of the hallway. He unlocks the door with a key that he liberates from his pocket, enters and shuts the door behind him. The camera zooms on the name plate that reads “Johnny Extreme.”

Back in the arena the video wall suddenly comes to life with footage of wrestling.

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...One!

...Two!

...Thre...

Michael Barclay: Not enough.

Eric Raper: I can’t imagine Diamond being able to take much more of this.

Manson looks frustrated, as he has thrown everything but the kitchen sink at Diamond. So instead of looking for a move that will pin Diamond, he instead goes for, and successfully locks in the sharpshooter on Diamond. Diamond squirms around a little bit, but is to close to the ropes and grabs a hold of them. The ref comes in and breaks the hold. Manson then picks Diamond up and holds him up in the air with a military press before dropping Diamond face first on the ground.

Michael Barclay: What strength. I don’t know many men that size that can do that.

Eric Raper: I don’t know many men period that can do something like that!

Sam but he brings Diamond up, setting up and drop kicks him into the corner. Sam brings his self up and leaps into the corner, hitting Diamond with the Final Encounter. He goes for the pin.

...One!

...Two!

...Three!!!

Denika Andersen: Here is your winner by pin fall, Sam Manson.

As the clip from last week’s Monday night Defiance debut show fades out, we see a familiar figure standing with his back to the camera. “Deception” in Japanese Kanji, jewel incrusted on the back of a white suit jacket, fans from within the arena begin cheering, as they have recognized the symbols that could only represent one person on the LSW roster. He turns around, and to everyone’s expectation, it is Sam Manson. Between his dark shades and fedora, the upper half of his face is covered entirely in dark hue. He runs his index finger and thumb along the rim of his hat and gently takes it off; he holds the hat by the rim in his right hand and bows as he loosely extends his arm to his side.

Sam Manson: Good evening fans, employees and staff of Last Stand Wrestling.

Returning to an ordinary vertical base, Sam continues.

Sam Manson: I’d like to tell you all a story, the story of a disciplined fighter, a young man with a gift, a gift that he used to make dirty money. He became rich according to his own principles by cashing in on the twinge of others, by involving himself in matters that simply didn’t concern him. He was a debt collector, hired by anybody and everybody to inflict pain to others to retrieve money owed. Not one being; male or female was able to fend him off in his attempts to make a quick dollar, all this filthy business done before that young man reached the age of eighteen.

Sam stops for a moment.

Sam Manson: Then the day came, where that young man vowed to turn his life around, and atone for the lives he had scarred. Promising from that day forward to never again use his gifts and talents in such a malevolent way. He realized that day that his training could be used to defend; he had power in his own two hands, and instead of using that power for his own selfish gains, he vowed to use what he had mastered to protect everyone he can. Instead of hurting people physically, mentally, and emotionally, the only thing he hurt was their over-inflated egos. Because of that declaration, that man has become the hand of justice, that man is standing before you, that man is Sam Manson.

In animated fashion, Sam places his hand on his chin as if he’s in deep thought. He looks at the camera over the top rims of his glasses.

Sam Manson: But you already knew that, didn’t you?

Sam pulls the sunglasses away from his eyes and places them on the top of his head.

Sam Manson: “The Ace of Deception” has arrived in Last Stand Wrestling. That is not a gimmick, nor is it a clever way to market one’s self. “Ace of Deception” is a title I have earned through my days on the streets. The moment an individual locks eyes with me, they have already been deceived, it is human temperament to read those you meet, and this is especially true when referring to the wrestling industry. I have witnessed and done some of the most ghastly things imaginable, after living through such horrors, I now have full control over my emotions, no matter what I am feeling at a precise moment, I can put on whatever face I want and see through to it that nobody can accurately read me.

Sam smiles in a friendly manner and sticks his index finger up, as if he’s providing a valuable piece of information.

Sam Manson: However, the deception does not end there; when in the heat of battle, one must uphold their advantage, but what happens when the advantage you have is simply a lie? Confused yet? What happens when you have the upper hand, all the while, your opponent is inaudibly and agonizingly studying and reading your every move? When in the heat of battle I, Sam Manson never stop studying, I am learning all the time.

Sam, still smiling moves his sunglasses back down over his eyes and puts his hat back on, once again casting shade over the upper half of his face. He turns around almost as if to show off the symbols on the back of his suit jacket once more, his head is turned slightly to the left.

Sam Manson: And you just can’t avoid it.

Sam walks down the corridor, away from the camera as we fade out.

Ravyn Taylor Vs. Ashton Daniels
Singles Match

The scene goes back to the sold-out Lawlor Events Center. The camera pans around showing the fans as the bell until "Seasons" by The Veer Union while the bell tolls three times.

Denika Andersen: The following contest is scheduled for one fall. Introducing first, hailing from Miami, Florida...weighing in at 238 pounds...Ashton Daniels!

Ashton comes from behind the curtain and looks out at the crowd while he is standing at the top of the ramp. He heads down the ramp ignoring the crowd and heads to the ring. He gets in the ring and heads to a corner where he begins to stretch and bounce around awaiting his opponent.

Michael Barclay: Here is another relative newcomer to LSW making his debut tonight on Defiance. Ashton is a former champion and looks to be a fantastic competitor in th ring.

Eric Raper: This man was a successful European champion, in fact he has the second longest reign in the last company he was in.

Darkness engulfs the arena as we hear the voice of a young woman reciting a shortened version of a classic poem...
Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered weak and weary,
Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,
While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,
As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.
`'Tis some visitor,' I muttered, `tapping at my chamber door -

Only this, and nothing more.'
Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and flutter,
In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore.
Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed he;
But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door -
Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door -

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.
Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,
By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore,
`Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, `art sure no craven.
Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the nightly shore -

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'

Spotlights flick on around the arena as “Open Your Eyes” by Guano Apes begins to play across the PA system. After a few moments the curtains part and Ravyn Taylor makes her way out on to the stage dressed in a fur cloak and hood, standing there for a moment raising her arms in to the air and seemingly absorbing the atmosphere while the masked man known as Nathaniel Hardcastle makes his way out on to the stage, kneeling at her feet.

Denika Andersen: And his opponent, being accompanied to he ring by Nathaniel Hardcastle...she hails from Hell, Michigan...weighing in at 115 pounds...Rayvn!

As the chorus of the song kicks in she walks down to the ring, leaping up on to the apron while Nathaniel holds down the ropes for her to enter the ring. Once in the ring Ravyn climbs the turnbuckles, raising her arms as though in celebration of herself before jumping back down to the ring and leaning in the corner, as Nathaniel once again kneels at her feet. She drops the cloak to the outside of the ring and points at ringside where Nathaniel rolls loyally before collapsing to a seated position in the corner and smiling up at the ring announcer and referee.

Michael Barclay: This young lady has some problems but I think she uses it to her advantage.

Eric Raper: Last week we all thought she would not get past her opponent that was completely over-matched for her but she got the win. This week here is another and I am torn about who may win.

Michael Barclay: This is why they have the match. We will see who is the better of the two.

Eric Raper: Look at that creepy bastard that she came to the ring with. Denika and Roger need to step about 50 feet away from him.

Nathaniel rolls out of the ring and referee Roger Humphreys calls for the bell. The two go in for a tie-up but Ashton takes the quick advantage and drives a knee into Ravyn's abdomen. Aston whips Ravyn into the ropes and hits her with a hard clothesline. Then Ashton gets to his feet and hits Ravyn with a standing, jumping knee drop to her chest. He gets to his feet again and hits her with another knee drop. Ashton lifts Ravyn to her feet and whips her into the corner. Ashton begins driving his shoulder into her gut causing her to wedge in between the ropes. Ashton then takes Ravyn out of the corner and throws her to the ground. He then begins playing to the ground while she on down.

Eric Raper: The more powerful Ashton Daniels taking control very early into the match.

Michael Barclay: That doesn't matter Mr. Raper because last week Ravyn proved that in one split second it could be all over for her opponents.

Ashton lifts Ravyn and then hits her with a standing dropkick and then goes for a pinfall.

...ONE!

...TW...

Ravyn kicks out. Ashton gets Ravyn back to her feet and whips her into the ropes. Ashton goes for a clothesline but Ravyn ducks out of the way and bounces off the opposite ropes. Ashton turns around to face her and Ravyn hits him with a front dropkick. Ravyn quickly gets to her feet as Ashton does the same. Ravyn grabs Ashton's head and begins hitting him with some hard forearm smashes that dazes Ashton. Ravyn whips Ashton in the corner. She charges and hits him with a clothesline in the corner. She then grabs him by his head and takes him out of the corner by hitting him with a bulldog. Ravyn goes for pin.

...ONE!

...TWO!

Ashton kicks out. Ravyn goes to the outside and heads to the top rope waiting for Ashton to get to his feet. Ashton does but does not stay up for long as Ravyn hits him with a missle dropkick that sends him to the outside.

Michael Barclay: Ravyn has mounted a serious comeback that is catching Ashton Daniels off guard.

Outside the ring, Ashton gets to his feet but is distracted by Nathaniel smiling at him. Before he knows it, Ravyn is launching over the top rope and hits Ashton with a flying crossbody block to the ground.

Eric Raper: Ravyn is crazy but even crazier for putting her body in harm's way.

Michael Barclay: In order to prove yourself in LSW I think you would have to do something like that Eric.

Ravyn lifts Ashton and tries to whip him into the guardrails but Ashton reverses and brings her back to him and he hits her with a clothesline. Ashton gets Ravyn to her feet and slings her into the ring. Ashton gets in and picks her up by her hair. He then whips her into the ropes. Ravyn bounces off the ropes and Ashton connects with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker.

Eric Raper: I knew it would come a time when she would go to the well one too many times and Ashton just capitolized on that mistake.

Ashton turns her on her stomach and hits her with a hard elbow drop to the lower back. He gets up and does it again. Ashton gets up for a third time and hits her with final elbow to the back. Ashton then gets on her back and applies the camel clutch.

Michael Barclay: There is a 238 pound man with a camel clutch on a 115 lady and I don't see how Ravyn will get out of this one.

Eric Raper: Excuse the pun but Ravyn mine as well cash in her chips right now because I don't see how this will be reversed.

Ashton syncs it in while he yells at the ref to check on her. Meanwhile Nathaniel is slapping the match trying to encourage his woman to muster up the strength to get out of this hold. Ravyn refuses to give up and Ashton is getting frustrated.

Michael Barclay: That was a huge mistake. He should have kept applying the hold.

Eric Raper: Shut up Michael! He felt sorry for the chick. There was no way that she would have gotten out of that and so he threw her a bone.

Michael Barclay: No wonder you are a single man. This is the second week you have talked down to a lady.

Finally he let's go and just drives his knee in her lower back. Ashton lifts her and whips her into the ropes. When she comes off, Ashton hits her with a spinebuster and goes for another pin.

...ONE!

...TWO!

...T...

Ravyn kicks out and Ashton looks astonished. Ashton lifts her up and whips her into the ropes again. Ashton goes for another spinebuster but while he is ducked down, Ravyn reverses and hits him with a running DDT. Ashton is down while Ravyn uses the ropes to get her as she is thriving in pain that is caused by her back. Ravyn waits for Ashton to his feet. When he does, Rayvn charges towards him and hits him with a spear.

Eric Raper: It's Goldberg! No wait...it's Ravyn. Wow I just had a flashback Michael. You remember that guy?

Michael Barclay: I don't think we should be talking about him on this program Eric.

Eric Raper: Don't talk about who? Goldberg? He was crap anyway. My favorite was Gillberg. Now that's were the money was at.

Ravyn lifts Ashton up and gets behind him. She then drives him into the corner sternum first then she hits him with a double knee backbreaker. Ravyn drags him away from the ropes and goes for a cover.

...ONE!

...TWO!

...THR...

Ashton gets out. Ravyn gets Ashton to his feet and hits him with several rights to the face and then whips him into the ropes. Ashton bounces off and Ravyn hits him with a spinning heel kick right to the face that drops him.

Michael Barclay: That certainly connected! Ashton could be out.

Ravyn goes for another quick cover.

...ONE!

...TWO!

...THR...

Ashton kicks out again. Ravyn lifts Ashton up but while getting up Ashton headbutts her in the abdomen area. He then gets to his feet and hooks up as if he is going for a suplex. He tries to lift her but she blocks and counters with a roll-up for a pinfall.

Eric Raper: This is what she won with last week!

Michael Barclay: Can she make it two weeks in a row?

...ONE!

...TWO!

...THRE...

Ashton powers out. The two quickly get to their feet but Ravyn runs towards Ashton but he catches her with a hard clothesline. He lifts her by her hair and hooks both her arms and drives her to the match with an underhook suplex. Ashton to gets Ravyn up and begins to set her up for a vertebreaker. He gets really close until Nathaniel gets up on the apron and begins yelling at Ashton. Ashton drops Ravyn and goes towards Nathaniel but the referee gets between the two. Ashton moves the referee out of the way and yells at Nathaniel. It doesn't seem to phase him so Ashton acts like he is leaving but goes back and drills Nathaniel with a punch that sends him off the apron and crashing hard to the floor.

Eric Raper: That freak will do anything for Ravyn won't he?

Michael Barclay: That minion, as Ravyn calls him, is there to ensure that she comes out with that win but at least bought her some time because that match would be over if not for that little distraction.

Ashton then goes back towards Ravyn as she is trying to get to her feet. Ashton gets behind her and sets her up for a german suplex. He goes back to release her but she flips backwards landing on her feet.

Michael Barclay: That was a very athletic reversal of the geman suplex!

Ashton is shocked and runs towards her but she hits him with a spinning back kick to the stomach. While he is bent over she hits him with another kick but this time it's a roundhouse kick to the back to his head.

Eric Raper: If that doesn't do damage, I don't know what else it will take.

The kicks send Ashton to the mat. Ravyn rolls him over to his back and sits next to him. She takes his arm and bends it back and continues to set up and apply the anaconda vice.

Michael Barclay: There's that submission hold, the Anaconda Vice! That's a very painful and effective hold Eric.

Eric Raper: The Brazilian Ju-Jitsu hold is no joke! I don't care how big or small you are, the victim will feel the pain.

Ashton is thriving in pain as he tries to fight out of it but Ravyn continues to apply pressure with an intense look on her face. The referee continues to check on Ashton and he is not giving up but neither is Ravyn. Ashton is trying to move towards a rope but is too far away and succombs to the pain and taps.

Eric Raper: Ravyn does it again! Where does she get the will from?

Michael Barclay: For the second week she takes down an opponent bigger than her and this time made Ashton tap. Let's get the official word.

The bell rings as “Open Your Eyes” by Guano Apes.

Denika Andersen: Here is your winner by submission...Ravyn!

Ravyn rolls out of the ring with a smile on her face as Nathaniel is jumping up celebrating for her victory. While in the ring Ashton is holding his arm in pain but looking at Ravyn with a determined look on his face.

WINNER: Ravyn Taylor

Michael Barclay: She wins this week with a victory coming by submission. This has to show Brandon Matthews and the others that she is a prime candidate for the world's heavyweight championship when that time comes.

Eric Raper: There is something I cannot disagree with you on. She is showing all of us that she is no joke and ready for a title run.

The music switches from Ravyn's theme to Defiance's theme "Sounds of Madness" by Shinedown.

Michael Barclay: While we have some time, Eric we are heading east again next week. Defiance is heading to Sun Devil territory.

Eric Raper: Michael what the hell are you talking about?

Michael Barclay: We are taking the show to another university. This time it's Arizona State University in Tempe.

Graphics shows at the bottom with information.

Eric Raper: Oh yeah! This school was once voted the best party school in America and I will most likely test that accolade next week.

Michael Barclay: You find the fun in every town we go. Anyway tickets are still on sale and I am hearing that we are adding seats because of the demand LSW is creating. Also, we are sold out in Lubbock for our first pay-per-view, Unleashed!

Eric Raper: That is quality man! I cannot wait for that show.

Michael Barclay: Before we get there though we still have one more match yet tonight and that is the main event.

Eric Raper: These guys better put on a good show after the night we have had so far.

Michael Barclay: Johnny Extreme seems to be a favour in this match with his rich wrestling background...but I reckon Triggs could put on a decent performance.

Eric Raper: That still remains to be seen.

The camera fade to a shot of Johnny Extreme’s unusually classy locker room. Instead of sweaty towels and random folding chairs, Johnny’s room is instead clad with sleek furniture and expensive décor. Mr. Extreme can be seen, still clad in his suit, reading a book and sipping a glass of beer. Johnny realizes that the camera man has entered his abode, looks up, smiles and begins to speak.

Johnny Extreme: And thus, a new chapter to my memoir begins. Johnny Extreme, the beacon of excellence, the Voltaire of wrestling, has graced LSW with his presence. My people, I’ve never been one to struggle to find words. Let it be known, that like the countless places I’ve been before, LSW will be mine. No man, no matter how tall, how wide, how talented, will stand between me and the ultimate goal, the goal of course being, the LSW championship.

Johnny takes a sip and laughs.

Johnny Extreme: To my colleagues, jealousy and desire are natural, though impure, emotions. I shall not be surprised when, after seeing what I am capable of, all of you will covet my skills and god given talent. It is natural to want what you can’t have and desire to be greater than one who, quite frankly, is greater than you. I’ve made many a promise in my career and I can assure you, I’m a man of my word. Let it be known that, though this company is merely blossoming, when the curtain closes and the show is over, you will remember me as the greatest to ever set foot in this company. No man, woman or super natural being will stop me from my ulti……

Johnny is interrupted by the ringing of a cell phone. He picks up his phone from his side and answers. The camera zooms out, away from Johnny, as his confident face changes, now donning an expression of deep concern. The shot fades slowly back to the arena as Johnny looks, shaken to his core.

Michael Barclay: Whatever news Extreme just got there it seemed to take him by shock.

Eric Raper: Let's hope he ca still perform.

Michael Barclay: I sure hope so. I just wonder what it could have been.

Matthew Triggs Vs. Johnny Extreme Vs. Cobra
Triple Threat Match

Denika Andersen: The following match is scheduled for one fall, and it is a triple threat main event. Introducing first, from South Bostan, Massachusetts, weighing in at 231 pounds, he is Johnny Extreme.

As "Only Shallow" by My Bloody Valentine blasts through the PA System, the crowd goes crazy as they see Extreme F'n Extreme. He comes upon the entrance way and lifts his fists in the air. With all that, Extreme manages to come down the rampway, raising his hands up and down raising more and more cheers from the people in the arena. Extreme continues by rolling in under the bottom rope. Extreme immediately steps onto the second turnbuckle, pounding his chest, as most of the fans approve. Extreme bounces off and on the ropes, waiting for his opponent.

Michael Barclay: Johnny Extreme is one of the most highly exciting new comers to enter LSW.

Eric Raper: Well his record is 0-0, so you cant be to impressed.

Denika Andersen: And his opponent, weighing in at 230 pounds, he is COBRA!

"My Sacrifice" by Creed plays through out the pa system in the arena, Cobra emerges from the curtain and begins to make his way down to ringside he stands at the foot of the steps to the ring for a few seconds before proceeding as he begins to proceed with each step his foot hits a pyro explodes at the curtain he came through just a minute ago. Cobra rolls into the ring as both Johnny Extreme and he wait for their final opponent

Michael Barclay: COBRA has a great opportunity this week. He has a chance to win his first ever match in a main event setting.

Eric Raper: Don’t hold your breath.

Denika Andersen: And finally, introducing from Manchester England, weighing in at 229 pounds, he is Matthew Triggs!!!!

The arena fills with darkness, but red spotlights begins to shine from the stage, into the arena roof, and then around into the crowd as "Shock of the Lightning" plays over the sound system. Appearing at the top of the ramp, a smiling Matthew Triggs stands, holding both of his arms in the air, inviting the crowd to witness his prime physical shape. As he drops his arms, fireworks explode into the roof of the arena, and the lights are raised up. Strobe lights still flash in time to the music as Triggs makes his way down to the ring. He slides under the bottom rope, and climbs onto the turnbuckle - pointing both of his thumbs towards his chest as he does so. He jumps down, and awaits the start of the match.

Eric Raper: Matthew Triggs’s my favorite to win tonight. Just look at the way he carries himself. He’s got champion written all over him.

Michael Barclay: Well Triggs is the safe pick tonight seeing as he is one of the most athetic men in LSW, and he’s been a sports star and a great champion through out the years. But we’ve already had a few surprises tonight, I don’t think its so farfetched to believe that we might have another one right here.

Ding, ding, ding.

Triggs and Cobra are the first to hook up, pushing each other in t he opposite direction. But Cobra’s gains an advantage as he pushes Triggs into the turnbuckle, and throws down a hard over head chop. The shot can be heard around the building as Cobra grabs Triggs and whips him hard chest first into the turnbuckle, causing him to hit the ground hard. Out of no where, Extreme comes looking for a bull dog while Cobra’s back is turned. But Cobra sees it, and moves out of the way. Extreme is now on his knee’s looking to make his way up, but Cobra grabs a hold of him in a gut wrench position. He tries to lift Extreme up, but Extreme holds his ground and sends a hard haymaker to the gut of Cobra, causing him to back off. But that doesn’t last for long as Cobra comes rushing at Extreme, who is quick enough to drop down with a drop toe hold, driving Cobra’s face into the bottom turnbuckle.

Michael Barclay: These three men know what’s at stake here and you have to believe that they’ll do anything in order to pick up the win here tonight.

Eric Raper: Well It’s still anyone’s match.

Triggs starts to make his way up, and Extreme is right there to send a right hand down on Triggs. But Triggs blocks the shot, and answers back with a shot of his own. He sends Extreme back, and he sends another hard blow to the face of Extreme. Triggs bounces back of the ropes, and Extreme is looking for a clothesline. But Triggs sees it right away, and on his way back he hits Extreme with a big knee to the face. Cobra is on his feet, and he rushes towards Triggs, and Triggs kicks Cobra hard in the gut and follows up with a big DDT, bringing him down to the ground. Triggs gets on top of Cobra and starts to send right hands down to his face. He eventually gets to Ten and the ref tells him that he must get off of Cobra. Triggs does so and bounces off the ropes and hits Cobra in the face with a drop down closed fist to the face of Cobra. Just as Triggs tries to make his way up, Extreme grabs Triggs from behind and hits him with the reverse DDT.

Michael Barclay: Triggs just took his eye off the ball, and he’s paying for it now.

Cobra makes his way up now, and sees an opportunity for revenge. Extreme picks Triggs up and pulls his arms around his back. Cobra throws a big right hand to the gut of Triggs as Extreme now has Triggs by the throat. Extreme sends a few more big right hands before Extreme breaks the hold and grabs Triggs and whips him into the ropes. Triggs comes back and gets a big clothesline by Cobra, but manages to stay on his feet. Extreme then comes up with a drop kick to the middle of the chest that takes Triggs off balance and he hits the ground.

Eric Raper: Nice teamwork.

Extreme goes for the pin.

...One!

...T...

Cobra grabs a hold of Extreme’s leg, and drags him off of Triggs. Extreme makes it to his feet and looks pissed as he sends a hard right hand to Cobra.

Michael Barclay: So much for teamwork.

The blow causes Cobra to step back a little bit. Extreme sends another shot but this one is blocked and Cobra starts to send blows of his own to Extreme’s face. Cobra kicks Extreme in the gut and gives him a quick firemans carry. But it doesn’t stun him for long as both Cobra and Extreme are now on their feet. Cobra grabs a hold of Extreme, looking to go for a snap suplex, but Extreme blocks the hold and gives Cobra a knee to the gut. Extreme pushes Cobra into the ropes and as Cobra comes back, he lifts him up, looking for a spine buster. But Cobra reverse the move and grabs a hold of Extreme’s head, driving in down with a sick DDT. Cobra goes for the pin.

...One!

...Tw...

Matthew Triggs has dived into Cobra, breaking up the pin. Triggs is still on his knee's sending a few blows to the back of Cobra. Triggs gets up, and pulls Cobra with him. He pushes Cobra into the corner who doubles over as he gives Cobra a few good shoulder blocks to the ribs. Cobra is holding his ribs as Triggs grabs a hold of Cobra, hooking him up in a suplex position.

Eric Raper: This doesn’t look good.

Triggs lifts Cobra up only about half way, and plops him down on the top turnbuckle. Triggs climbs up on the second rope, throwing a few hard shots to the face and gut of Cobra. He hooks in a suplex, but Cobra starts to fight out of it, sending shots to the ribs of Triggs. Its all or nothing now, as Triggs lifts Cobra high in the air, and drops him down on the ground with a huge superpex.

Michael Barclay: Oh my god! I’m surprised they didn’t go right through the ring. That’s all most 500 pounds hitting the canvas at one time.

Eric Raper: I think I felt the tremors from up here.

Triggs goes for the pin.

...One!

...Two!

...Thr...

Cobra kicks out and Triggs is very unhappy with it. He kicks Cobra a few times in the ribs for good measure and then turns away from him and grabs a hold of Extreme, putting him in a piledriver position. But Extreme reverses and pulls Triggs's legs out from under him and catapults him into the turnbuckle. Triggs is dazed and as Extreme grabs him from behind and hits him with a German suplex to a pin.

...One!

...Two!

...Thre...

Michael Barclay: For the second time Cobra comes in with a crucial break that allows the match to continue.

Eric Raper: That’s the thing about being in a 3 way match, you have to know where your opponents are at all times, and Cobras done an incredible job of that so far.

Cobra picks up Extreme and hits him with a body slam. He bounces off the ropes, looking for a leg drop but hits only the mat. Triggs bounces up and hits Cobra with a drop kick that puts him on the ground. Extreme goes to pick up Cobra, and Triggs is also up to help. They double whip him into the ropes, and as he comes back they lift him high into the air, before throwing him face first onto the canvas. Triggs and Extreme are both looking at each other, and they have the same idea as they bounce off the opposite ropes and hit each other with a double clothesline, taking them both to the ground. The ref begins the 10 count.

Michael Barclay: Look at all the carnage in the ring.

Eric Raper: These three men are giving this match their all. Sacrificing their bodies left and right.

Michael Barclay: At this point, its still anyone’s match.

All three men start to make their way up by the 7 count. Extreme and Cobra looks like their going to start battling each other, but out of no where comes Triggs with a double clothesline that takes them both to the ground. Trigs goes to pick up Cobra, and he hits him with a big European uppercut that causes Cobra to stumble back into the ropes and to be launched forward as Triggs his him with a big cross body. By now Extreme has made his way up and Triggs sneaks behind him and hits him with a big German Suplex. But Triggs doesn’t let go as he brings Extreme up again for another German Suplex and he follows up with a third one right after. The moves looks to have taken a lot out of Triggs but he some how makes his way up and looks at the devastation he’s left in the ring.

Eric Raper: And there goes Matthew Triggs cleaning house.

Triggs picks up Cobra and whips him into the turnbuckle. He then picks up Extreme and whips him right into the corner where Cobra is. They both crack heads against each other as Extreme walks out of the turnbuckle visibly dazed. Triggs then drops Extreme with a huge spear, leaving him finished in the middle of the ring. He looks over at Cobra and gives him a spear of his own right in the turnbuckle. But the ropes keep Cobra up just long enough so that Triggs can hit him with the Paradox. Triggs goes for the pin.

...One!

...Two!

...Three!!!

Denika Andersen: Here is your winner....MATTHEW TRIGGS!

WINNER: Matthew Triggs

Michael Barclay: Can you believe it. After this match went back and forth, and Triggs had to go through hell and back, he is the last man standing in the middle of the ring.

Eric Raper: He is one hell of a competitor and I can hardly wait to see what he can do in the future.

Michael Barclay: Things are really getting rolling here in LSW, and maybe Triggs could be putting himself in the titles frame?

The arena rumbles with conversation as the lights begin to flicker as ‘Hero’ by Machinae Supremacy plays.

Michael Barclay: And now we expect one of the newest additions to Last Stand Wrestling…Vincent Demichelis! But while he makes his way to the ring, we’ve obtained some footage from his former promotion, Sunrise Pro Wrestling, that he wanted us to show before he speaks tonight.

Eric Raper: Roll that shit!

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FOOTAGE COURTESY OF VINCENT DEMICHELIS & SPW

Vincent Demichelis match with Cameron Caine is over, and standing in the middle of the ring, Vincent Demichelis is suddenly alerted to the music of the DMA as lead by Xandria Drake, the 3 appear, Malicia on her right, and Henrik on her left carrying a briefcase. Alicia slides into the ring to join Vincent’s side. Xandria already with a march on holds a microphone in her hand.

Xandria Drake: Mr Demichelis, Alicia…don’t worry we’re not here for a fight this time.

Vincent Demichelis grabs a microphone of his own.

Vincent Demichelis: Ok. So what’s the deal with you being here then?

Xandria Drake: We’re here to solve the problem for SPW, of the title belt you handed over to me last week, handed over to us last week. So…

All 3 DMA members climb into the ring.

Xandria Drake: …Mr Garth Gaffney…please make your way out here.

Without too long passing Garth Gaffney, the SPW President is making a quick move down towards the ring, also microphone in hand.

Garth Gaffney: So? How do we put the title where it belongs…

Vincent Demichelis: Round my waist?

Garth Gaffney: …Shut up Demichelis. Back in the hands of the SPW Board, ready to crown a real champion.

Xandria takes the briefcase from Henrik and opens it up, inside sit’s the SPW Horizons belt, and a few sheets of paper. She hands the paper to Garth Gaffney, he begins to read.

Xandria Drake: And you’ll be needing this…

She hands him a pen.

Xandria Drake: …sign…it’s the only choice you’ve got Gaffney.

Alicia and Vincent stand quietly for once, watching what occurs. Vincent smiles briefly as Garth Gaffney signs the contract.

Garth Gaffney: Ok so you’ve got it signed, but I need two things…the belt…and also…answer this question…what is the Difference Clause Contract?

Vincent Demichelis: The difference clause…oh how it gets really interesting.

Garth Gaffney: I wasn’t asking you Demichelis, and once again shut…

Vincent Demichelis: …no you see…you shut up and damn well listen to what I have to say as it answers your question. The Difference Clause…it’s in relation to…

Alicia hands Vincent a piece of paper from her pocket.

Vincent Demichelis: …this contract…read it…enjoy it…I know I am.

Garth begins to scan the contract as he face slowly drops and the relief he had moments ago is replaced by anger. He turns to the crowd.

Garth Gaffney: It is with reluctance…and huge disappointment…but due to contractual obligations…I have to announce a SPW Horizons Championship Match at Fallen Horizons on June 28th…

The crowd cheers loudly but quickly quietens down.

Garth Gaffney: It will be Malicia Savage vs…

Garth sighs and looks at Vincent Demichelis.

Garth Gaffney: vs. ‘The Difference’ Vincent Demichelis!

Vincent Demichelis: And that’s the difference…ha ha!

Vincent and Alicia leave the ring laughing hands raised in the air. Vincent turns as he has the members of the DMA and Garth Gaffney staring back. Malicia takes steps forward and her and Vincent lock eyes as Vincent signals the belt round his waist.

Denika Andersen: And introducing to you for the first time in LSW…he hails from Vancouver, Canada…he is the Difference…Vincent…Demichelis!

Out of the curtains steps Vincent with Alicia at his side he strides with a smile wearing jeans and a tight white t-shirt. Each step seems purposeful yet calm and confident as he eventually makes his way to the ring. With a quick couple of steps and a slide he’s inside as Alicia follows, Vincent holding the second rope for her in gentlemanly fashion. Denika hands him the microphone.

Vincent Demichelis: So…you have your Difference! LSW has it’s difference! This promotion is now on it’s way to the top! Global supremacy is at the tips of your fingers…ready to grab. Thanks to…me. But before we go too deep into that…I have some unfinished business…at a former now closed promotion…with a former boss…of sorts.

Vincent begins to pace slowly about the ring.

Michael Barclay: What the hell is he on about? If it’s a former promotion, former boss…why does it matter to LSW and it’s fans?

Vincent Demichelis: At this point I’d like to invite a…well I guess to be diplomatic I should call her business associate. I’d like to invite her down to the ring…I introduce to you…founder of the DMA…Xandria Drake!

Xandria Drake appears from the curtains to no music. Dead centre on the ramp, she walks with a purpose, briefcase in hand as she strides up the steps into the ring. She gets given a microphone of her own.

Xandria Drake: Mr Demichelis…

Vincent Demichelis: Xandria…so nice to see you.

Xandria Drake: The pleasure is all yours, let me assure you of that.

Alicia grabs Vincent’s hand with the microphone, yanks it to her mouth.

Alicia: Bitch.

The crowd cheers as laughs flitter around the arena.

Xandria Drake: Nice to see you too Alicia.

Vincent Demichelis: Now, we have this contract…

Alicia hands Vincent a piece of paper.

Vincent Demichelis: …and it says…that in the result of the match between Vincent Demichelis and Malicia Savage not being made in SPW…that the actual property, the item that is the belt…would be returned back to me. We did make that deal am I correct?

Xandria Drake: You are…so…without further ado, here is your possession that is now completely worthless…have it. I’ve got better things to be doing.

Xandria drops the briefcase at Vincent’s feet before leaving the ring to a chorus of “You’re a bitch! You’re a bitch!” from the crowd, Alicia enjoying every moment of the crowd chants she inspired.

Vincent Demichelis: I’d be bothered at the pure disrespect but all in all, I’m not bothered. I don’t have to deal with her anymore. Always a plus…now then…

Vincent opens up the briefcase on the canvas and lifts out a Championship belt.

Vincent Demichelis: …you see…this I did underhanded things to get. I stole it, blatantly stole it. And kept it using it as leverage before getting iron clad contracts to guarantee me what I wanted. But…due to the collapse of SPW due to it’s joke of a management, the match never occurred. So why the hell do I want this belt back? It’s a good question, but I’ll give you an answer you’re probably expecting.

Vincent takes a long look at the belt, he holds it out in front of him, and then drops it on the floor.

Vincent Demichelis: So I can prove something. Now look at my last few weeks, couple of months, I was doing everything to be Mr SPW, to be their Champion and hold this belt officially, whether SPW liked it or not! Whether you fans liked it or not! The something I’m trying to prove is my commitment to LSW, to Last Stand Wrestling, to it’s success and growth on the global platform. I am going to be THE DIFFERENCE…

Vincent grabs the belt and with a few quick steps towards the ropes launches it into the crowd. With intensity burning within his eyes and words he stares at the camera.

Vincent Demichelis: …REALISE IT!

Vincent drops the microphone and raises his arms into the air, the crowd giving him a good yet tentative response.

Michael Barclay: A grand introduction from Vincent Demichelis.

Eric Raper: He was the poster boy of SPW...and now he wants to be the same in LSW it would seem.

Michael Barclay: He brings with him a great wealth of experience that is for sure.

Eric Raper: The fans seem to like him, I just hope he can follow up his mouth with his performances in the ring.

Michael Barclay: I am sure that you and the fans will be pleasantly satisfied, Demichelis is a very talented performer.

Eric Raper: I'll wait and judge for myself.

Michael Barclay: And I am sure you will not have to wait long...unfortunately that is all we have time for this week, but we will be back at the sametime next week.

Eric Raper: This weeks show was better than last week, if we carry on in this trend people will have to keep tuning in...but where will it stop?

Michael Barclay: I guess everything leads to Unleashed now; Last Stand Wrestling first big production will definately be something not too miss.

Eric Raper: We have still got a few weeks till then though, there is so much that could happen.

Michael Barclay: And that's why we hope everyone will tune in next week when we will be in the Wells Fargo Arena in Tempe, Arizona to continue the story.

Eric Raper: You make it sound so gay. I will just say come back next week for more fighting and shit.

Michael Barclay: And that sounds so much better.

Eric Raper: Yeah.

Michael Barclay: This could go on for a while folks, we'll see you next week.

"Since They Wanna Know" blares over the arena as Xavier Hughes comes back into the arena.

Michael Barclay: I thought we were done with the show tonight?

Eric Raper: Well this is one guy that can extend the time we have here tonight.

As the music continues he heads down the ramp as Denika is heard on the microphone.

Denika Andersen: Ladies and gentlemen please welcome co-head of creativity, Xavier Hughes!

Xavier walks up and the steps and into the ring. He walks over to Denika who is outside on the other side and takes the mic. He then signals to cut the music.

Xavier Hughes: Reno, Nevada what's up!

The crowd cheers.

Xavier Hughes: I just couldn't help myself, I had to come back out one more time to see you guys. You all were incredible tonight and we at LSW thank you guys for being awesome fans. Cannot wait to come back.

They continue to cheer.

Xavier Hughes: But let's get to what I came out here. Tonight we crowned our first ever LSW champion in the new Hardcore Champion, Rick Fitzpatrick, and I congratulate him on that accomplishment but that got me thinking. We have another championship that I cannot wait to see and that is the Prodigy championship. So I am here to announce that starting next week we will start our quest to crown that champion in a "chase" for the LSW Prodigy title.

Eric Raper: (sacastically) Chase? What is that?

Michael Barclay: Well damn! Listen to the man Eric.

Xavier Hughes: This is how it's going to go: Six competitors, who will be announced later this week, will start off. The person who gets pinned in a Six-pack challenge match next week will be eliminated from further competition. This will continue on to the following week with the remaining competitors. This process will continue until the final two who will compete at LSW Unleashed, where we will crown our first ever LSW Prodigy champion!

The cheers in appreciation.

Xavier Hughes: Thank you all and have a great night. Get home safely.

Xavier Hughes drops his microphone and exits the ring. As he is walking up the ramp the large video wall come to life to the image of Brandon Matthews who is sat in his office, his feet up on the desk as he leans back into his leather desk chair.

Brandon Matthews: Good call there Xav, I knew there was a reason I hired you. I am looking forward to seeing how the chase works out but I have an announcement of my own. Since tonight we already have our first LSW Champion....Xavier Hughes is out here telling you all about the Prodigy Title...I thought I might as well let you all know what is going to happen with the World Title.

There is a cheer from the fans who were expecting to leave a few minutes ago.

Brandon Matthews: I must say I was impressed with Vincent Demichelis a few moments ago, and that is why he will be the first person to take part in the qualifying matches for the World Title Fatal-Fourway at Unleashed. He will face the winner of tonights main event, Matthews Triggs, and every week between now and Unleashed there will be a qualifying match between two competitors of my choosing. Let the fun begin.

The video wall goes dead and Xavier Hughes has now gone from the ramp. The fans are hearing and are clearing hyped by what they have just heard.

Michael Barclay: What a couple of announcements. By Unleashed all 3 LSW Titles will have a home.

Eric Raper: And it starts next week!

Michael Barclay: We are really out of time now but make sure you tune in next week as the hunt for both the Last Stand Wrestling Prodigy and World Title's start.

The camera moves away from the ringside position where Barclay and Raper are sat and they continue their dispute. "Sound of Madness" has begun to play out around the arena, the fans cheering the end of the show - all of them ready for next weeks show. The camera pans around the arena looking at the cheering fans as the music continues before the initals of the company appear in bold red letters on the video wall. They are there for a few moments before the camera rests on them, the music still playing out, as the scene fades to black.