Genesis 10-7-10

The Return blasts over the P.A. and the crowd is cheering loud! Fireworks hit as the camera shows the commentators.

Joey Styles: Welcome all to Thursday Night Genesis! I'm Joey Styles.

Jonathan Coachman And I'm the Coach! Tonight we have a new Genesis commentator... ladies and gentleman, Jim Ross!

JR: Hello! I'm Jim Ross. Let's get this night started, shall we?

The fans begin to quiet down. Suddenly, a small group of people in the crowd begin a chant. "We want Asshole! We want asshole!" The chant circulates the crowd until the whole arena chants. "WE WANT ASSHOLE!!!"

Joey Styles: Wow! Listen to this, Coach!

The chants continue getting louder.

Jonathan Coachman I'm speechless... what the crowd wants... the crowd shall get! It's not like we're XPlosion!

"WE WANT ASSHOLE!"

JR: I guess there's a change of plans backstage...I've just received word that Anderson is near!

Feedback hits! The crowd comes to their feet as Anderson walks out with a smile from ear to ear. He raises his hands and makes a bowing motion. He then proceeds to start a slow walk down to the ring, seeming a little taken back by the ovation that he is getting. Upon reaching the ring, he walks up the steel steps, turns to the crowd, and lifts his arms up repeatedly to raise the noise level even more. he smirks and spits a piece of gum from his mouth, hurrying across the apron and entering the ring via the middle rope.

The Coach What charisma! The fans are certainly showing appreciation for the epic Asshole that is Mr. Anderson!

Anderson moves into the center of the ring. A spotlight hits him and he raises his arm into the air. His signature microphone is lowered down to him. He gracefully grabs it and begins to speak.

Charismatic god
Mr. Anderson
In the classical words of goood ol Jayy Areee.... hooolddd the damn phone line a minnnute!!

JR: I'm flattered!

Charismatic god
Mr. Anderson
There's one thing on my mind...

Anderson puts his fingers to his lips, shakes his head, and starts again.

Charasmatic goD
[ Mr. Anderson ]
LEEET MEEE DOOO THISSS PROPPERLLY!!! TOOOOOOONIIGHT... COMMMMING OUUUT TO THIIIS RING, I HAVEEE BUT TWO WORRRDS TO SAYYY ABOUT WHAT TRANSPIRED AT THE PAAAY PERRR VIEEW... REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEMAAAAAAAAATCCCCH...

Anderson runs to the corner and jumps up onto the middle turnbuckle. He raises the mic and speaks with an angry tone to his voice.

Charasmatic goD
[ Mr. Anderson ]
REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-FRRRRREEEEEEAKKKKINNNN-MAAAAAAAAATTTTTTCCCCH!!!

The crowd begins giving Anderson plaudits and join in on the chant.

Joey Styles: The Massachusetts crowd certainly enjoys this idea!

Anderson jumps down from the turnbuckle. He then moves back to the center of the ring.

Charasmatic goD
[ Mr. Anderson ]
Now lettts not beeat about the bush, Tarrver. We certainly took each other to new heights... neeeww levvels... hell, you basicallly broke my goddd dammm ASSHOLLLE when I came down off that turnbuckle!!! But... this is not about your little shiny title... this isn't about my ego... This is about your gimmick stealing, heart warming, crap talking, titty drooping, sorrry asss undefeated streak!!! You see, I'm not having this. I refuse to let you continue walking around this arena with everyone hyped up... your little 14 year old fans on the internet... on their little message boards, scratching there asses... masturbating to their porno in-between Tweeting... weeelll Micchaeel Tarrver kicked Anderson's ass... Michael Tarrver is undefeated... Michael Tarrver is the next Billl Goldberg..... MIICCCHAEEEEL TARRRVER IS A GENITAL WART! AND IF YOU HAVE THE BALLS TO ACCEPT.... I WILLLLL BAZZZUKKAAA.... THAAATTT VARRRRUKKKKKA!

Anderson spits on the floor looking rather irate he cirles the ring a few times as the fans let out a few pops.

Charasmatic goD
[ Mr. Anderson ]
And thats all I've got to say about wart cream! Onto Jack... Jackey, Jacky, Jaaaccck, Jaccck, Jackkk! Jack, Jack, Jack! Where do you get off booking this show... Sorry to disappoint you fans... but you won't be witnessing such a rematch here tonight... I know, I know... it sucks more than paris hilton! Insttead tonnight... i get to face the all Amerrican Ammmerican... aka Annderson... Anddderson copycat... and Alex "I-can't-wrestle" Riley! Now, you know what.... I'm not gonna even sit here and pretend like I care about this match... I've beaten Jack Swagger, not once... buuut twice in the past month n' a half... so hes not even a blip on the Anderson Radar.... You know what? To hell with Alex Riley... To hell with Jack Evans. To hellll with Michaelll Tarrver.... bare witness to the birth of a newborn Anderson... the biiirtth of a new motto... I call it AA!!! don;t worry Scott Hall.... that's not a little private joke towards you... I'm gonna wrap this up, keeping it short and sweet... like bridget the midget! Just a little reference there to the 14-year-old pre-pubescent Tarver fans... from now on... my liiife is allll abbbout ANNNNDDDDDDDDDDERRRRRRRSSSSOOOON!!!!!!!!!

Joey Styles: Wow! Anderson is tearing the roof off this place with his rant!

The fans jump in with a second Anderson chant.

Charasmatic goD
[ Mr. Anderson ]
ANNNDD ASSSSSHOLLLLLEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

Anderson beats his chest, making a cough sound and drops to his knees, piercing his eyes straight into a nearby camera lense.

Charasmatic goD
[ Mr. Anderson ]
ASSSSSHOLLLLLEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!

As Anderson exits the ring, Metalingus hits the P.A. system as Edge steps out and walks down the ramp to big amount of boos from the crowd. He is wearing his usual wrestling attire with Rated R logo on the legs, and a Rated R t-shirt. He slowly makes his way to the ring. Edge gets into the ring via the stairs. He grabs a mic. Edge passes his hand through his hair, with a slight smirk look on his face as he begins to speak...

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
“Ladies and gentlemen... Now that I’ve taken care of JBL, and sent him off on a stretcher to the nearest medical facility... Allow me to present to you... the NEW Lgends Champion... ME! The Rated R... Superstarrrr!”

The fans quickly begin to boo as Edge had said those words. He smirks, still beaten up from the match he had just taken, but he did have a lot to get off his chest at this point, and he was going to say it that’s for sure. Edge looked towards the crowd, before he would then raise the microphone once again and begin to speak up towards the crowd.

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
“Oh what? You all don’t like that do ya’? You don’t like the fact that everything I’ve been saying throughout these past weeks have been true is that right? Well that’s just too... damn... bad, because like it or not... I’m your new Legends Champion, and things are going to stay that way for a long... long time! For weeks, I have said that I would become Champion and it is rightfully mine, but as usual... There are doubters aren’t there am I right? People who thought I didn’t have enough gas in the tank is that right? Well they were all WRONG! Here I stand tonight, after defeating JBL who thought that he had what it took to keep his championship, but where did that get him? It got him nowhere, because whether it would’ve been at BFS, or weeks from now... At any time, or at any place would I have came out here, and done exactly what it is that I said I would do. This Legends Championship right here...”[/i]

Edge slaps his shoulder that has the championship on it, and raises the championship to the crowd once before placing it back down on his shoulder once again before continuing on with his speech.

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
“This championship right here means the world to me... It means everything to me. There was nothing that could have stopped me from becoming a champion, because quite frankly... There is nobody else out here who deserves to hold any championship... and that’s the truth. You people know it, I know it, and all the superstars backstage damn sure know it... Because as long as I’m able to stand here... As long as I’m able to stand in this ring, and perform each and every night, whether this championship is on the line, or there’s some other punk standing in line, looking for a piece of the Rated R Superstar... I encourage them to try and take me down... I encourage them to come to this ring, stand face to face with the Rated R Superstar, and attempt to take this championship away from me because guess what... It’s not... going to happen! So as much as you people want to sit here, and boo your champion... and boo your newly Rated R Champion... you all know that there is nobody that can step up to my level... There is nobody that can stand toe to toe with the Rated R Superstar right now and take me down, because simply... I’m the best damn superstar in this business today, and there’s nobody better than the Rated R Superstar. That’s a damn fact.”[/i]

The fans mostly silent at this point, as Edge continued on around the ring with the Championship over his shoulder, and a smirk on his face. He passed his hand through his hair as he cleared his throat quickly before he would then proceed to speak up once again towards the crowd in attendance, still far from done at this point.

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
“Being a champion... Means that you are the best. It means that there is nobody better than you are, and it means that quite frankly, nobody else has the talent that you do. And at this point, the Rated R Superstar is the champion, and I know for a fact that I am better than everyone else! Oh yeah, you’d better believe it. As you people can see, as much as you may hate it, I am indeed your Legends Champion here tonight... but I’m far from done proving my point here in EWE that’s for sure... Because there are far more fish to fry in this business, and as soon as I’m done proving to these EWE Superstars that they have nothing when it comes to stepping toe to toe with me, they’ll have to face reality... Hell, management is going to have to face reality, and know that this brand... This brand can’t handle the Rated R Superstar... And when the time does come, the Rated R Superstar will not only be on top of the Genesis world... Oh no, the Rated R Superstar will be at the top of the... EWE world, and you’d better believe it!”

Edge passes his hand through his hair as he makes his way around the ring. He bites his bottom lip momentarily, as a grin appears on his face. Looking at the championship brings an even bigger grin to his face at this point and time. The crowd were booing louder and louder at every word it was that the Rated R Superstar was saying at this point. Edge would continue to walk around the ring, pausing as he wasn’t ready to continue on what it was he was saying at this point. He passes his hand through his hair once again, letting his words soak into the fans, who were soaking them in alright, but returning them all with louder and louder boos towards Edge. At this point, there was even some beer cups being thrown in the crowd, along with water bottles. Edge picked up a water bottle, and looked at it, showing it up towards the crowd. He shook his head as he threw the water to the ground with a smirk on his face once again before turning and looking at the crowd. He leaned over the top rope for a moment, twirling the microphone in his hand before he would then walk back to the center of the ring and place his hand through his hair. He shook his head once more before staring into the eyes of the crowd members. Bottles and cups still hitting his feet as he now seemed a little disgusted. Edge adjusted his championship over his shoulder before he would then proceed to speak up once again, now on the subject of how the fans were disrespecting him, and we knew just how much the Rated R Superstar wanted to be treated with respect... But that would never happen, at least for now it wouldn’t that’s for sure.

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
“This... This is how you treat your champion? Really? After I walked out here tonight, and proved to you all that I was the best? And after I busted my ass off all for you people? Really, this is how you treat me? Well, ok, maybe I’m getting a little ahead of myself here, I mean I’m not really out here for you people, but the fact that you people disrespect me like this is sickening...”

Edge looks around the ring and at the fans as they boo towards Edge who was standing there. He looks at a few people who were in the front row looking on at what was going on in the ring, and he scratches his head. He smirks once again momentarily, now nodding his head. What he was thinking about seemed to have come to mind, and Edge continued to walk around the ring a little bit before he would then proceed to speak up once again towards the crowd.

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
“Oh right, what was I thinking... Look at you people, how could any of you have any respect built up inside of you... By the looks of things, you can’t even build up self-respect for yourselves that’s for sure. Look at you... Sitting there, judging me of all people. Really? I mean, if you think of it... it should be me that’s judging all of you people. The reason all of you people are sitting in your seats is to see me anyways, am I right? Exactly... If it wasn’t you all would be long gone by now and not sitting here listen to me speak is that right? That’s exactly what I thought, so if I were you... I’d sit down, shut up, and finish listening to what it is that I have to say! Find it in yourselves to show your champion some respect dammit! Right now, I’m on top of the EWE world... There’s nothing that could knock me down right now... Tonight is a night for Rated R Celebrating...”

The fans boo even more at this point as Edge smirks and looks up towards the ceiling, soaking in the boos from the crowd at this point. He has a huge grin on his face, knowing he’s leaving the night as the new MSW Champion, and Edge passes his hand over his face for a moment. He then stands center of the ring before he begins to speak up again towards the crowd.

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
“I’ve already proven that I am better than anybody who stands in this ring... There is nobody who can stand toe to toe with the Rated R Superstar... Hell there’s nobody that can even wear my damn jock strap! Every single superstar backstage right now should be walking down to this ring, and showing their respect to me, but no one will do that, do you know why? I’ll tell you why, it’s because they’re all intimidated by the Rated R Superstar. They’re all afraid to step into this ring and face me because they know that they aren’t worth my time... And they’re exactly right... I have no time to waste with people who believe they can one day fill my shoes... That they can one day step into the same ring as me and think that they could actually defeat me when the real answer to all of that is that they can’t... They can’t defeat me... I’m at the top of my game right now, and I’ve never felt better. Really, it’s like I’m back at the start of my career when the Edge era began... Think about it, once I broke off from Christian, I was lead to success, while his career crumbled down to nothing, and he ended up working for a second rate company before coming back to EWE... And now let’s look where Christian is... Here I am holding the Legends Championship, while he’s... Well he’s down at the bottom of the barrel once again, now facing the unemployment line... But hey, no need to worry Christian... I’m sure one day, you’ll be back here begging to leech off of my success like you tried to do in the past... I mean I did carry you through our tag team reign, and now... Well now that you’re gone, it looks like there won’t be any Edge around to help you get back to your game... So good luck to ya’, ‘brother’... Maybe I’ll be seeing you again someday, although I don’t see that likely to happen that’s for sure.”

Edge pauses once again before walking around the ring a little bit once again. He passes his hand through his hair as he stands in the middle of the ring, scratching his chin before he stands back in the center of the ring, and then begins to speak up once again towards the crowd with a smirk on his face, adjusting his championship on his shoulder.

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
“Which now brings me to my opponent here tonight... The man they call Michael Tarver... Our International Champion, a championship that will eventually belong to me... But tonight our match has a very interesting stipulation, a chairs match... Now If there's anybody with great experience when it comes to hurting people like you with chairs, it's your Rated R Superstar. All you talk about Tarver is breakin peples jaws... well thats where the difference is, because i crush skulls, and tonight Michael Tarver i'm gonna crush your skull... and show people why I should be International Champion instead of you."

Edge pauses once again before walking around the ring a little bit once again. He has a smirk on his face as he looks around at the crowd, and then begins to speak up once again towards the crowd with a smirk on his face, adjusting his championship on his shoulder.

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
"something you need to realize is Tarver... is that the Rated R Superstar... will always be better... than you! So bring all it is that you have out to the ring tonight Tarver... Bring all that built up anger that you have inside... But when you step toe to toe with the Rated R Superstar, you will suffer the same fate as all the others have in the past, and that is you will fall, and the Rated R Superstar will be victorious... Because I’m a winner Tarver, and you’re nothing... but a low-life loser... And that will never change!”

Edge pauses once again before walking around the ring a little bit once again, and then begins to speak up once again towards the crowd, again adjusting his championship on his shoulder.

-:THE RATED ® SUPERSTAR:-
-:EDGE:-
“The fact of the matter is... A new era is officially began here in EWE... And I have the gold to prove it. The Era that you will all respect... and that you will all look up to.. Is none other than the Rated R Era... And the Rated R Era... will be stronger than ever. That’s not just a saying... it’s not even a promise... It’s a damn guarantee! And when challengers continue to fall at the feet of the Rated R Superstar... all you people may just then be forced to respect me... And know that I am the best superstar, in this business today...”

Edge drops the microphone, as he raises the Legends Championship high up in the air. He has a smirk on his face as he looks around at the crowd. His music then hits the P.A. system, as Edge then hops out of the ring, and makes his way up the ramp, with his championship close to his chest. He smirks as he looks around at the crowd. The scene fades out.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

The scene fades in with both Dolph Ziggler and Elijah Dinero in the ring. The ring bell hits. The match is under-way! Elijah runs over and whips Dolph at the ropes. Mr. Ziggles bounces back, and Elijah knocks him with a high knee! Elijah taunts as Dolph gets up. Elijah runs, Dolph ducks under a clothesline! Pope turns around... DROPKICK BY ZIGGLER!

Joey Styles: Nice! Can Ziggler capitalize?

Dolph lifts up Elijah and whips him at the ropes. Elijah goes for a clothesline on the rebound! DOLPH LEAPS OVER! Elijah hits the ropes... DOLPH HITS A ROUNDHOUSE KICK TO DINERO'S SKULL! Dinero flips over... and lands on his feet! STO OUTTA NOWHERE! BOTH MEN FALL TO THE GROUND!

JR: Woah! What a move there by the Pope!

Dinero throws his arm over Dolph's shoulders.

1...2...Kickout just in the nick of time!

Joey Styles: Oh...my...

Dinero pulls himself up as Dolph rolls over...ROLL UP!

1...Kickout! Dinero rolls to his feet and runs at the grounded Dolph! KICK TO THE GU- DOLPH HOPS TO HIS FEET! KNEE TO THE GUT! Dolph spins around and sweeps down Dinero! Dolph slicks his hair back... ELBOW DROP!

Jonathan Coachman: Dolph nailing down the Pope with that elbow.

Dolph taunts as Elijah makes his way to his feet. Ziggler hits the ropes and leaps at Dinero's back! ZIG ZA- Elijah twists him around and throws him over the ropes! Ziggler holds on! Dinero taunts, thinking Ziggler is on the mat.

Joey Styles: Elijah... TURN AROUND!!!

Ziggler leaps on the top rope! Springboard crossbody! ELIJAH DUCKS! Dolph hits the ground and rolls to his feet! ELIJAH EXPE- Dolph ducks under! ZIG ZAG! Cover!

1...2...KICKOUT!!!

Joey Styles: OH MY GOD!

Jonathan Coachman: I second that notion.

Ziggler gets up, shocked! He pops Dinero in the jaw with a punch and gets up. Dinero gets up on the ropes. Dolph runs...ELIJAH COUNTERS WITH AN IRISH WHIP INTO THE TURNBUCKLE! Dolph smashes his back on the corner. Pope runs....ELIJAH EXP- Dolph dodges! ZIG-ZA-ELIJAH EXPERIENCE ONTO THE ROPES! Dolph bounces into the center of the ring!

Jonathan Coachman: Cool!

Elijah runs, but Dolph turns back! DOLPH WITH A CLOTHESLI- DINERO DUCKS! Roll-up outta nowhere!

1...2...3!!!

Dinero rolls to his feet and raises his arm in victory.

Michael Buffer: And the winner of this match... Elijah... DINERO!!!

Elijah exits the ring and heads backstage. After a moment of pause, the crowd heads into confusion.

JR: What's going on?

Rapture's theme song hit the Public Announcement system, to an un-describable negative booing pop from the fans, four of Rapture's five members come out, the fifth member is yet to be revealed, fans start throwing empty water bottles at them, everyone of those despicable four has a grin on his face. With Sheamus holding the briefcase in one hand, and the Crowbar in the other, they make their way to the ring, some fans scream at Edge, who's proudly wearing his Legends title, telling him his win was a fluke, some scream at Sheamus, saying he should go back to Ireland, and some are screaming at The Miz & Blackout, claiming that the briefcase isn't meant to be theirs.... They finally reach the ring, they all enter at the same time, Edge proudly raises his championship, Sheamus hands The Miz & Blackout their briefcase, then raises his Crowbar in might, while The Miz & Blackout both lift the briefcase up in the air, it was clear that The Rapture was all about two words..... Sheer Dominance.

Sheamus gets a mic from the ring announcer, the proud warrior has something to say and the other members of Rapture are lined up behind him.... Sheamus waits for the boos to die out.... Finally he speaks:[/color]

::: Rapture's leader :::
= Sheamus =
Ring the bells.. Scream in the streets.. Warn everybody, it's official, The Rapture has completed phase one and it's just the tip of the iceberg... You think what happened at Battle for Supremacy was brutal? You think that was extreme? That was nothing, that was us just fooling around... When I destroyed Lashley in our hardcore match, I was being very nice... When Edge speared the holy hell out of JBL, Edge was just going easy on him, when Miz & Blackout took the final briefcase..... That's their ticket... That's OUR ticket, to greatness.

The fans boo even more, they start several individual chants like "You Suck" and "F*** you Rapture".... The other Rapture members are still lined up behind Sheamus, Sheamus looks at his reflection on his shiny Crowbar, he then proceeds:

::: Rapture's leader :::
= Sheamus =
I made my debut destroying four men.... JBL, Ziggler, Barrett and.... Tarver. I did it with this very Crowbar, I had fun cleaning this Crowbar, it was covered in the blood of my foes. JBL is over, Ziggler continues his mediocre career, Barrett was devastated... And Tarver.. Well, let's just say the hunt begins next week, unfortunately for Tarver, he is the prey...

After quite the pause, Sheamus' face gradually turns red, and screams into the mic:

::: Rapture's leader :::
= Sheamus =
WE ARE THE RAPTURE....... AND YOU CAN'T STOP US............. BECAUSE YOU CAN'T STOP WHAT YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND TARVER, YOU JUST CAN'T. GENESIS IS OURS, DO YOU HEAR ME? GENESIS... IS... OURS.

Sheamus turns around, gives the mic to Blackout, and without any expression on his face, stands in Blackout's place, with the rest of Rapture. Blackout steps forward, with his head bowed down and his hair covering his eyes. The crowd roar with boos as Blackout raises his head, smiling.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
It seems my actions at Battle for Supremacy have left quite an impression... But I already explained to you why I did it... These men understand me... they appreciate me... they encourage my art! I've been in darkness my entire life... but out of the blue... these men have shown me... the light... So it doesn't matter if you treat me like an outcast... like a freak... because now I know that there are people out there who can accept me... Go ahead... let me hear what you have to say...

Blackout pushes his hair out of his eyes and takes a deep breath as the crowd boo

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
The disappointment... the frustration... the anger that you all show towards me... I want you to know that I feed off of it... It's my source of... inspiration... It's actually quite... extravagant... Much like my match tonight...

The crowd are still heavily booing.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
Tonight... I'll be putting two more pieces of art on display... One of them, a large, arrogant man... He'll be difficult to work with... But I like a challenge... I'll work something out...

Blackout laughs as the crowd boo louder.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
The other... a divine being... an 'angelic' being... I've wanted to work with him for a long time... I see huge potential in this one... he could very well become my best work so far...

Blackout wipes his face, he seems to be savoring the moment.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
But I don't show mercy to angels...

The crowd roar with boos as Blackout starts to pace back and forth.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
Ever since the match was announced... I've been looking forward to it... I've been obsessed... It's all that I've thought about... I needed to figure out what to call this piece...

Blackout stops pacing and stares into the camera as he runs a hand through his long black hair.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
Then I thought of it... I had an epiphany... Tonight... will be known as: The Fall from Grace...

Blackout closes his eyes and starts to breathe heavily as the 'You Suck' and "F*ck Rapture" chants continue.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
Because tonight Angel... you'll become a Fallen Angel... You should feel privileged to be the centerpiece of my best work so far... But it's not like you can do anything about it...

Blackout gives a sick smile as the chants get louder.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
Tonight, with the help of one of the few men who understand me... The Miz...

The crowd boo even louder as Blackout motions behind himself, to The Miz.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
I'll be able to share my vision with everyone in this arena... and there isn't anything that can be done about it...

Blackout stops smiling and points up to the titantron, the letter: 'R' is shown on the screen, in what appears to be dripping blood.

::: Violence Is An Artform :::
= BLACKOUT =
Because you can't stop... what you don't understand...

Blackout turns to the other members of Rapture and grins as he hands the mic to The Miz and steps back next to Sheamus. The Miz takes a step forward after picking up the briefcase that was standing on the mat next to his foot. He takes a cocky glance at the crowd before starting to speak...

::: The Awesome One :::
= THE MIZ =
Well, well, well... You people, you people all thought I had ring rust...Worse than that, you people all thought I wasn't "extreme" enough to make it through the All or Nothing Match. Well guess what, I lasted until the end. And now...Now I have the Mystery Briefcase, which I retrieved with the man who tonight was my partner, Blackout. Tonight...Right now, we open the briefcase to show all of you its content... One thing is for sure, if it doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger. And I think the content of this briefcase sure as hell won't kill any of us...

Miz laughs for a bit as his partners smile...

::: The Awesome One :::
= THE MIZ =
ALL of you thought I couldn't be extreme!...Well to be honest, I haven't been extreme enough so far but tonight... Tonight Blackout and I will show you people how it is to be a part of the new Genesis... To me, as I look at you, all I see is sheer misery, all I see is people who never managed to step out of the darkness and never will. Well I've never been in that darkness...And I don't mean darkness in a good way, Blackout, only for you I do, all of us actually... No people in the Rapture have been in that darkness!... My friends, let me have the honor of opening this briefcase...

Miz hands Blackout his mic, who holds it. Miz lifts the briefcase in the air, showing it off, with a grin on his face, as Edge, Sheamus and Blackout applaud and smirk as well. He then steps forward and puts the briefcase lying on the top rope to balance, as he opens it. From inside he takes out the contract and the clipboard. He then steps back and grabs the microphone Blackout hands him.

::: The Awesome One :::
= THE MIZ =
I'm gonna give you people the pleasure, as I unfold this to you at the same time as I do to the Rapture and myself...

Miz starts reading.

::: The Awesome One :::
= THE MIZ =
"The rightful victor and collector of this briefcase, by means of collecting its content at the Extreme Wrestling Empire Battle for Supremacy Pay-Per-View Event, is now elected to become the new General Manager of Extreme Wrestling Empire's... brand,...Thursday Night Genesis..." Wow...

The crowd gives a negative massive pop as all of the members of the rapture grin from ear to ear. Miz smirks as he then continues reading.

::: The Awesome One :::
= THE MIZ =
"The former General Manager has been forced to step down, and now it's of the new General Manager's judgment, his fate."...

As the crowd gives a massive roar of boos, all of the members of the Rapture look as happy as a pig in shit.

::: The Awesome One :::
= THE MIZ =
You see, I just talked about darkness... I meant darkness as a bad thing, and you people might as well be calling Genesis being at the its pinnacle of darkness...But seriously, this is the golden age of Genesis. From now on, Genesis will be PERFECT!...And guys, I have a great idea.... Before we introduce our new member, why don't you count on me to make a stipulation for tonight's main event?

The crowd now gives a mixed reaction as the members of the Rapture perplexedly nod.

::: The Awesome One :::
= THE MIZ =
Later tonight, it will be Jack Evans one on one with the fifth member of the Rapture, the promised one, yeah he's here tonight. Jack Evans will be fighting for his contract on tonight's Main Event. If he wins, he will be kept here on Genesis, if he loses, and he will, he's fired... So tonight, it's a Ladder Match!.... Between Jack Evans and...

Miz points his hand at the stage without looking away from the crowd. All of the Rapture members turn around and look.

The arena is silent as the crowd looks on in wonder of who the fifth member of Rapture is, they have been waiting since the PPV to find out what despicable soul chose to associate them self with Rapture. Rapture all had grins on their faces as the arena's PA system started playing Van Daminator. The crowd gave a mixed reaction of cheers and boos as they still didn't know how to react to the arrival of Mr. Money in the Bank to Genesis.

RVD walked out onto the stage dressed in a black Genesis T-Shirt and black shorts and boots. In his hand he was holding a black chair with the words RVD printed on the seat in green red and blue. He had a big grin on his face as he looked out at the crowd, he held his chair high to receive another mixed reaction as he started walking down the ramp towards the ring. Some fans gave him an RVD taunt while others gave him the finger calling him a sell-out.

RVD slid into the ring with his chair and did a rolling thunder and landed on his feet, he picked up his chair and set it up in the ring and shouted "Rob Van Dam!" as he did his taunt. He was offered a mic which he took as he took one last glance over the crowd, still wearing a big grin.

::: Mr. Thursday Night :::
= RVD =
Wow dude, it's been a long time since I've had the pleasure of 'fans' trying to decide wether they hate me, or love me. It takes me back to my days in the ECW, where I showed I could be hated and loved as I did whatever the hell I wanted too! And now, I can do all that again as a member of Genesis, and a member of Rapture! We have already taken over Genesis, which will be made official when tonight I effectively fire the former GM Jack Evans.

The crowd boos loudly at RVD as he continues to smile, gaining more enjoyment from their hatred, they start throwing more water bottles at him but he ignores their poor aim and laughs before raising the mic back to his lips.

::: Mr. Thursday Night :::
= RVD =
Now I'm sure all you worthless peons want to ask, "But Rob, why would you join Rapture? You're not evil, you're just a cool laid back dude." And you would be right about that, I am cool, I am laid back, but I'm not evil, I'm just Hardcore! And it's time that I get the respect I deserve as being a Hardcore legend, and Extreme high-flyer, a person who doesn't give a fuck about you so called 'fans' and what you think!"

He does a Van Daminator to the air as the crowd boos loudly at him, shouting sell-out and fuck you. RVD walks over to the ropes facing the stage with a serious look on his face as he sets up his chair facing in that direction, he sits down and leans back, resting his legs on the middle rope as he lifts the mic to his mouth.

::: Mr. Thursday Night :::
= RVD =
Evans, you scrawny little fuck, listen up! I know you're back there and watching this, I am the master of the Ladder Match, I have invented new ways to use a ladder as a weapon of destruction. Your stepping into my realm tonight, my playground of hell. I will crush every bone in you're body with cold hard steel, and end your career in the EWE. And so the reign of the Rapture has started, and no one will be able to stop us!

The crowd is livid with anger and hatred towards RVD and the rest of Rapture, many start shouting every curse word known to man and some try to chuck their chairs into the ring but security stops them. RVD just smiles and leans back in his chair, enjoying the heat, almost basking in the glow of their hatred.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

The scene fades in with an empty ring. Jam hits to mixed reaction by the crowd.

Joey Styles: Welcome back to Genesis, ladies and gentlemen! Before the commercial, we saw the formation of the terrifying Rapture!

Alex Riley walks out onto the stage and puts his hands in the shape of a diamond as the crowd boos him. He walks down the ramp and enters the ring. Riley jumps up on the turnbuckle and flexes. He then jumps down and grabs a mic, Riley positions himself in the center of the ring as the crowd quiets down.

::: The Rare Breed :::
= ALEX RILEY =

Can it be? Is it true? Has Alex Riley finally come to EWE!?!? Yes you are correct! Your favorite Varsity Villain has finally joined EWE, after playing some financial hardball of course... For those of you who don't know me, like there isn't anybody who doesn't but EWE management made me do this anyways....I am Alex Riley, aka The Varsity Villain, aka The Rare Breed, aka the man born to wrestle, A..K..A! The man born to be World Champion in EWE! If you expected me to walk out here tonight and give you some sob story of how I "overcame the odds of being the ultimate underdog to become what I am today"

Riley said this while putting the quotation symbol up in his hands for all to see.

::: The Rare Breed :::
= ALEX RILEY =

or how I "Followed my boyhood dream of becoming a wrestler" or even how I was "born in Boston Mass, became a rapper and got stabbed in a nightclub by some guy named jesus" I don't need Hustle, Loyalty, or Respect! I do things at my leisure, don't listen to anybody but myself, or give a damn about the rest of you turd burglers in the crowd! The thing is I wasn't born a Connetecuit Blue Blood, in the Palace of Wisdom, or a poor black child. I'm not an All American American, a straight edge maniac, or the whole damn show, and I'm sure as hell not Canadian. I'm not the son of a common man, or the son of the million dollar man! But I will tell you what I am... I am Alex Riley, and unlike the rest of the sobs in the back I was born into greatness! I flew here in a private jet and ate an animal so far up on the endangered species list you've never heard of it!

The crowd starts to boo Riley really loudly.

::: The Rare Breed :::
= ALEX RILEY =

Good, good! I hope you boo me, but you better get used to it, because I am here to stay! And it will only be a matter of weeks before I am the face on every poster and magazine you see. I have the talent of Chris Jericho, the mic skills of The Miz, and the looks of... Well nobody here because they're all pretty damn ugly! You see, I am a rare breed of a person. A person like me comes along once every...every...NEVER! Because you will never find anybody that can even slightly compare to me because that's just how rare of a breed I am.

Alex Riley pases a little bit and rests on a rope while the crowd gives him heat some more.

::: The Rare Breed :::
= ALEX RILEY =

I am the Varsity Villain! I've shoved more nerds into lockers then you've seen horrible matches from EWE, and thats a lot! But don't fear because now that I am with the company things are surely on the rise! You have never seen a villain like me, and you will never see one like me again! You think Randy Orton, Chris Jericho, The Miz, and Sheamus are villains? They are all giant pussies compared to the threat of what I bring to EWE! I am Alex Riley! And I am better then all of you, or any other superstar in this company! And that brings me to my opponents tonight, Mr. Anderson, and Jack Swagger. Mr. Anderson may be good the microphone but his abilities in the ring are truly sickening! Jack Swagger may be an All American American, but he's a smart as the rest of you dumbasses are! Tonight when I face them I am going to personally dismantle the Dickwad Mr. Anderson, and the Good Ol' Boy from Oklahoma Jack Swagger. And I will become the world champion even if I have to tare through each and every one of you! I hope all you superstars, who in no time will be nothing more then my lackey's, take note on tonight because it's only a matter of time until it's your turn until you take your chances at me! Everybody in the back, in the crowd, and all of you at home, get a paper and pen because in my match I am truly going to take you to school on how a real wrestler gets things done!

Alex hands the mic to the ref. On Your Knees hits the PA system and the crowd erupt into boos as a cocky, brash, Jack Swagger steps out onto the entrance ramp and confidently makes his way down to the ring.

Michael Buffer: The following is a Triple Threat Match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, currently in the ring, weighing 240lb, from Georgetown, Virginia. ALEX RILEY! And his opponent... weighing 263lb, from Perry, Oklahoma, THE ALL-AMERICAN AMERICAN! JACK SWAGGER!

The crowd boo loudly at Swagger Feedback rocks the PA system as he steps out onto the ramp, the crowd is going crazy!

Joey Styles: Listen to the ovation for Mr. Anderson! Before we get to this match-up, I must announce that Jim Ross has stepped out for a bit.

Jonathan Coachman: This crowd is pretty pumped up Styles, with or without JR!

Anderson steps into the ring and shoos Michael Buffer away. A mic is lowered from the roof and Anderson grabs it. Just as he is about to start introducing himself, Jack Swagger and Alex Riley attack him from behind! The bell rings!

Jonathan Coachman: That was a smart move by Swagger and Riley, wasting no time in this match!

Joey Styles: SMART?!? It was a blatant cheap shot!

Swagger and Riley are beating Anderson down, it seems they're working together for the moment. They get Anderson to his feet and Swagger gets him in a Full Nelson! Riley lines up a big right hand... Anderson escapes in the nick of time and Riley hits Swagger in the face! Swagger gets in Riley's face and they start shouting at each other, they turn around, DOUBLE CLOTHESLINE FROM ANDERSON! THE CROWD GOES CRAZY!

Joey Styles: Now the tables are turning!

Anderson turns his attention to Alex Riley, whipping him in the the corner! Riley drops into a seated position, Anderson is linging him up... He drives his boot right into the face of Riley!

Jonathan Coachman: Ouch.

Anderson yells "I'M AN ASSHOLE!" as the crowd cheer loudly! He turns around... RIGHT INTO A BELLY TO BELLY SUPLEX BY SWAGGER! The cheers quickly turn into boos, as Swagger is now in control of the match. Riley is getting to his feet, but Swagger whips Anderson toward him! Anderson and Riley collide in the corner and both men fall to the mat! Swagger smiles, then drops down and does a few push ups as the crowd boo heavily. Riley is laying down in front of the turnbuckle, Swagger smiles as he stands up, he runs straight at the turnbuckle! TURNBUCKLE BODY SPLASH ONTO RILEY! Swagger doesn't make the cover! He turns his attention to Mr. Anderson! Anderson gets to his feet but Swagger grabs him and applies an Abdominal Stretch!

Joey Styles: Anderson could tap right here!

A groggy Riley throws himself toward both men and tackles them to the ground, breaking the submission. Anderson rolls out of the ring as Riley gets into a mounted position and starts throwing a flurry of punches to the face of Swagger! Swagger is groggy as he stands up and starts trading punches with Riley! Both men lock up! It seems even... BUT ALEX RILEY MANAGES TO LIFT SWAGGER! POWERSLAM BY RILEY!

The cover!
1...
2...
Swagger kicks out!

Jonathan Coachman: You have to believe that if Riley manages to pick up the victory, it would be the greatest win of his career!

Riley wastes no time getting Swagger up again, he whips him into the ropes, Swagger is running back.. Riley ducks underneath him and Swagger grabs the ropes, pushing himself into the air! RILEY GRABS HIM IN MID-AIR AND HITS A HUGE SAMOAN DROP!

Riley covers Swagger once again!
1...
2...
ANDERSON BREAKS THE PIN! THE CROWD GIVE A HUGE POP!

Riley stands up with a furious look on his face and he shoves Anderson. Anderson turns his head, smiling... AND HE RUSHES TOWARDS RILEY, They trade punches! Anderson runds back towards the ropes and runs back towards Riley! He hits him with an elbow! Riley isn't taken off his feet, Anderson connects with another elbow and it gets the job done! Riley falls to the mat! Anderson lifts him up and drives his knee into Riley's gut. Riley stumbles towards Anderson.

Joey Styles: This could be it!

Anderson hooks his leg... MIC CHECK TO RILEY!

Anderson, exhausted, turns Riley over and covers him!
1...
2...
SWAGGER MANAGES TO DRAG ANDERSON OFF RILEY AND APPLY AN ANKLE LOCK! ANDERSON IS STRUGGLING IN PAIN!

Jonathan Coachman: WHAT A MOVE BY SWAGGER! HE COULD WIN IT RIGHT HERE!

Anderson can't reach the ropes! He's going to tap! RILEY OUT OF NOWHERE GRABS SWAGGER AND LIFTS HIM ONTO HIS SHOULDERS! RILEY SCREAMS "YOU'RE DISMISSED!" AND HITS HIS TKO MANEUVER!

Joey Styles: WHERE DID RILEY COME FROM!?!?

Riley covers Swagger!
1...
2...
ANDERSON JUST MANAGES TO MAKE THE SAVE AGAIN!

Jonathan Coachman: That was so close!

Swagger crawls to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet as Anderson and Riley back up into separate corners! All three men are standing now!

Joey Styles: I never expected to see all three of these men standing after that!

Jonathan Coachman: That goes to show how touch these guys are! Any one of them could win!

All three men rush into the center of the ring at the same time, brawling! Swagger and Riley rush at Anderson, and start beating him down! They pick him up and whip him into the corner. Swagger runs at Anderson as Riley turns his back and starts taunting to the crowd! ANDERSON DODGES SWAGGER! SWAGGER TURNS AROUND! MIC CHECK! Riley is still taunting to the crowd! The boos quickly turn into cheers as Riley turns around slowly... ANDERSON IS BEHIND HIM! MIC CHECK!

Jonathan Coachman: He just put both men down!

THE COVER ON RILEY!
1...
2...
3...

Michael Buffer: YOUR WINNER, MR. ANDER-

Anderson grabs the mic as the crowd erupt into cheers. He leans down right next to Riley's face.

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[ Mr. Anderson ]
ANDERSON!

He holds up the mic as the crowd yell "ANDERSOOOOON".

The crowd cheers as Anderson leaves both men alone in the ring.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

The show comes back from commercial, as Michael Buffer, Angel and Wade Barrett are in the ring.

Michael Buffer: The following contest is scheduled for one-fall! Already in the ring, the tag team of Wade Barrett and ANGEEEEEELLL!

Rapture's Theme hits! The crowd give a boo for Blackout and the Miz as they hurry towards the ring. They get in the ring.

Michael Buffer: And their opponents... representing the Rapture... Blackout....and...THE MIIZZZ!

The bell rings and Blackout and Barrett tie up. Wade Barrett knocks Blackout to the ground, and Barrett mounts Blackout. He starts pounding him, making the referee seperate them after a while.

Joey Styles: Barrett is quite the brawler.

Wade Barrett walks over to Blackout, but Blackout is able to surprise him. He punches him in the gut, and hits him with a knee to the face. Blackout covers Barrett... 1... 2... Barrett kicks out with ease. Blackout gets a hold of Barrett and brings him to his corner, tagging in The Miz, who the crowd boo wildly. Blackout holds Barrett up for a while, before The Miz takes him down with a clothesline. The Miz then applies a headlock, while Wade Barrett tries to struggle his way out.

JR: Oh, how the complexion of this match has changed.

It doesn't take long for Wade Barrett to get out of the headlock, as he elbows The Miz in the gut. Miz reacts by punching Barrett in the gut. He swings off the ropes... BIG BOOT BY WADE BARRETT! QUICK COVER! 1... 2... The Miz kicks out.

Jonathan Coachman: How the hell?

Wade Barrett brings The Miz to his feet, and irish whips him towa--No, The Miz reverses and irish whips Wade Barrett into the turnbuckle! The Miz backs up... CLOTHESLINE! He hangs on the ropes for a while, and taunts the crowd who boo him. Cover on Barrett... 1... Barrett kicks out.

Joey Styles: He probably should have covered him instead of--

Jonathan Coachman: Don't tell the Awesome One what to do!

Joey Styles: The Awesome One? Really, Coach? Really, Coach? Really, Coach?

The Miz grabs Wade Barrett, and hits a wheelbarrow suplex! Cover... 1... 2... Barrett kicks out yet again. The Miz, looking frustrated, yells out to the crowd, "I'm going to finish him!" He picks up Wade Barrett and puts him in a reverse DDT position... Wade Barrett slips out! Back body drop by Barrett!

JR: Can Wade Barrett reach Angel and make the tag?

Wade Barrett and The Miz go the opposite ways, and Wade Barrett makes a tag. Angel stops The Miz from making a tag! He grabs The Miz... Hurricanrana! Cover. 1... 2... The Miz kicks out. He grabs The Miz and brings him to his feet... The Miz gets some offence in with a few punches, but Angel ducks... SUPERKICK! Angel is going to the top rope! Angel is going for it... 450 SPLASH! NO! The Miz got his knees up!

Joey Styles: Oh my GOD! That must have scrambled his insides!

The Miz climbs the floor and tags in Blackout! Blackout runs at Angel and lifts him to his feet. Blackout spins him round... Angel shoves him off! SUPERKICK! Blackout swings around! THE BLACK RESOLUTION! Wade runs at Blackout! MIZ RUNS IN OUTTA NOWHERE! Full nelson! SKULL CRUSHING FINALE! Blackout covers Angel.

1...2...3!!!

Rapture's theme hits as Blackout and the Miz are booed. Both men leave before their arms are raised in victory. The scene fades to show some hype-ups for the next XPlosion. After the promo is over, the scene fades in to show the International Champion, Michael Tarver, before his match. He is in the center of the ring and the crowd is chanting his name. He smiles after pulling down his trademark facemask. Then stares at both sides. He adjusts his title on his shoulder before starting to speak.

::: The International Champion :::
= MICHAEL TARVER =
Edge...Tonight I have a match with, Edge.

He chuckles as the crowd cheers.

::: The International Champion :::
= MICHAEL TARVER =
It's funny because like two months ago we were in the same ring together, fighting for THIS title...

He raises the title in the air as the crowd cheers again... He grins as he puts it back on his shoulder and speaks.

::: The International Champion :::
= MICHAEL TARVER =
As you can see I won that match, and I easily retained my belt last week by beating Mr. Anderson. Alright, I admit it, it wasn't THAT easy.

The fans laugh...

::: The International Champion :::
= MICHAEL TARVER =
Roll it.

He points at the Titantron screen..."SHINING WIZARD BY ANDERSON! Anderson lifts Mr. 1.9 up and places him in the corner. Anderson lifts him onto the top rope and gets him in Fireman's carry position! Anderson leaps! Tarver stays on the top rope! Anderson rolls down! TARVER LEAPS! DIVING KILLSHOT!" The crowd cheers as the camera goes back to filming the Champion. He waits for the cheers to die out...

::: The International Champion :::
= MICHAEL TARVER =
It was a great match. And word is Anderson wants a non-title rematch against me. Well I'm ready to take him on anytime, anywhere. Now, to address a further situation, I'd like to talk about the Rapture. Those guys have been doing too much damage, when they should've just stayed away. Edge is now a part of the Rapture. Along with Miz and Blackout as well since the Pay-Per-View, well good for them. I decided I was going to let them keep playing their games until the hunt begun. And the hunt begins now!

The crowd goes wild and starts a "RAPTURE SUCKS" chant. Tarver nods confidently before going back to the mic.

::: The International Champion :::
= MICHAEL TARVER =
Edge, I'm gonna take you out tonight, and one by one, I'll be taking each one of those guys out. And I'm proud to say there are two men that have my back, and if there's people that know a thing or two about making impact through damage, it's me and them. And we're gonna do it again if the Rapture really wants us to... If not, they better step down... Edge, tonight our match has a very intriguing stipulation, a chairs match. If there's someone with great experience in what comes to chairs, it's you. You've knocked out so many people with Con-Chair-To's, and many different other types of hardcore involving chairs, and I give it up to you, you're a chairs expert. Some of the people you knocked out didn't deserve it, most of the people actually, and you've been asking for what I'm gonna give to you tonight for a long, long time. I think I might just have to break your damn jaw. Be it from the top rope, be it from the ground up, I'm gonna knock you out Edge. It's not for nothing that they call me the God Damn International Champion, the hunt begins, tonight. Now come out here so we can get this over with, I promise I'll give you a long and painful treatment.

Tarver laughs and drops the mic, then taunts as the crowd goes wild.

Michael Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following is a Chair Match. Making his way to the ring, weighting in two hundred and fifty six pounds. He's the International champion, MICHAEL... TARVER!!!

Metalingus hits the P.A System. The crowd boos loudly, as the Rated R Superstar comes out of the backstage area, with his title wrapped around his waist. Edge makes his way down the ramp.

Michael Buffer: And his opponent. Weighting in two hundred and forty one pounds. He's the Legends champion, The Rated R Superstar, EDGE!

Edge enters the ring and takes off his championship. He mimics Tarver and lifts his championship, the crowd boos loudly. He hands the title to the Referee, who once more, hands it to the time keeper.

Joey Styles: Dijavo!

Tarver and Edge stand face to face. Edge slaps Tarver! The later holds his face, but does nothing. He awaits the bell. The referee signals for the bell to the ring and that match kicks off! Immediately, Tarver charges at Edge with some punches. Edge falls back after each punch, until he reaches the ropes. Tarver takes a few steps back, he charges at Edge for a clothesline. Edge lowers his head and grabs Tarver's legs. He lifts them up and drops Tarver out of the ring. Edge waits a second and takes a breather. He slides out of the ring. Tarver is on his knees. Edge looks under the ring for a chair, but Tarver pulls him out and throws a couple of punches. He throws Edge back into the ring and grabs a chair from beneath the ring. Tarver slides in.

Joey Styles: Tarver with the first chair of the match.

Edge gets on his knees. Tarver drops the chair beneath him and headlocks Edge, SNAP DDT ON THE STEEL CHAIR! Tarver taunts a little and then drops on his knees, pin!

1...2...Kickout!

Joey Styles: DAMN!

Jonathan Coachman: Your not serious are you? What do you think, J.R?

[color=black]J.R: I'm not a fan of the "rapture", but Edge is guaranteed to win a chairs match!

Tarver looks at Edge, KEYLOCK! Tarver keeps the hold and Edge keeps resisting. Edge doesn't show any signs of giving up, after a while, Tarver let's it go and releases the hold. Edge gets to his feet, knee to the gut by Tarver. He applies a suplex and tries to lift Edge, but Edge stands his ground. Edge manages to counter by lifting Tarver, SUPLEX! Edge gets to his feet and grabs the chair. He ties the chair's legs into the corner. Tarver gets on his feet. Edge hits him a couple of time with week punches, just to make him groggy. He drags him to the chair and he slams Tarver's neck into the steel chair, Tarver falls from the impact.

J.R: Can you imagine a knife stabbing your neck? That's what Tarver is feeling right now!

Joey Styles: Aren't you exhilarating a bit?

Jonathan Coachman: You don't question Al'mighty!

Edge stands by Tarver and stats stomping on him. Edge stops and starts to taunt Tarver to get up. He does. Edge grabs him and launches him towards the ropes. Tarver hits the rebound and Edge tries to hit a clothesline, but Tarver ducks under it and hits the rebound once more. Tarver goes for a clothesline, but Edge ducks this time. He gets behind Tarver, but the later goes for a back elbow. However, Edge ducks again and gets behind Tarver. EDGE-O-MATIC! Pin!

1...2...Kickout!

Edge rolls out of the ring and grabs another chair from beneath the ring. He slides back in and places the chair beneath Tarver's face. Edge grabs the chair that's in the corner, CON-CHAIR!

Jonathan Coachman: And that's why he's the Legends champion!

Joey Styles: Tarver is the International champion, though.

Jonathan Coachman: I'd rather be a legend than an international guy.

Edge gets Tarver to his feet, he Irish Whips him. Tarver hits the rebound, as Edge grabs the chair. He swings the chair at Tarver, but Tarver ducks under the chair. Edge turns around, holding the chair up. Tarver punches the chair that slams into his head, KILL SHOT! Pin!

1... Tarver gets up instead of pinning Edge!

Joey Styles: What's he thinking?

Tarver gets up and unfolds a steel chair, he places it on the mat. Tarver helps Edge to his feet and Irish Whips him. Edge hits the rebound, TARVER LIGHTNING ON THE STEEL CHAIR! Tarver gets to his feet, just as he's about to go for the pin, the rest of Rapture show up! Tarver stares at them, he keeps waving for them to leave. But they stay as stiff. None of them moves. After a few moments, Tarver decides to go along with the match. He turns around, SPEAR! Pin!

1...2...3!

Joey Styles: OH MY GOD! The winning streak is over!

Edge gets up taunting and smiling. Metalingus hits. The crowd continue their booing as Edge exits the ring, leaving Tarver in the center.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

The bell rings.

Michael Buffer: Ladies and Gentlemen the following is a No-Disqualification match scheduled for One Fall!

This Fire Burns hits as the crowd gives a mixed reaction. The masked Straightedge Messiah walks out on stage then gets on one knee before tapping his wrist. He then gets up and taunts, doing the "Nap Time" taunt. He stretches his shoulders after picking up his World title entitled contract briefcase from the concrete, before he starts walking down the ramp.

Tony Chimel: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in 225 Pounds...C...M...PUNK!!!

Punk walks up the steel steps and gets on the top turnbuckle, then does his "Second City Saint" taunt before leaping back into the center of the ring. He hands his briefcase to the referee who leaves it at ringside. Written In My Face then hits, as the crowd goes into a wave of roaring boos.

Jonathan Coachman: Oh and here comes one member of our new group of General Managers!

Sheamus walks out, crowbar in hand. He raises his hands in the air, taunting the booing crowd and CM Punk, who is stretching his wrists, typically. Sheamus walks down the ramp.

Michael Buffer: And his opponent, from Dublin, Ireland, weighing in 272 Pounds...He is the leader of the Rapture!!!... SHEAMUS!!!

Sheamus enters the ring through the middle rope after walking up the steel steps. He gets in CM Punk's face. The bell rings after the referee splits up both the wrestlers and takes a step back, then signals for it to. Out of nowhere, Sheamus charges at Punk with his crowbar, but Punk ducks under and gets in Sheamus' back, then starts hitting him with elbows and forearms.

Jonathan Coachman: I'm gonna be honest with you, I'm loving these Rapture fellas!

Joey Styles: Wha...Why?...HOW!?

Punk turns Sheamus around, Dropkick! Punk gets back up as Sheamus sits up and starts getting to his feet. The Straightedge Messiah picks up the crowbar and looks at it after raising it a little bit up. He glances it as he spins it around. Sheamus is up, Punk lunges at him! SHEAMUS TAKES HIM DOWN! The Celtic Warrior delivers some furious strikes to Punk's forehead.

JR: You don't mess with Sheamus' crowbar!

Jonathan Coachman: Right on, JR.

Sheamus gets up and picks up his crowbar. He steps on Punk's leg, not to let him slip away from the ring. He pulls up the crowbar, and throws him down, and right as Sheamus takes out the foot not to hit himself, Punk evades the ring! But Sheamus quickly gets out and chases him. Punk enters at the side and quickly slides out on the other, tricking Sheamus, who takes longer, giving Punk time to reach for a weapon from under the ring! He takes out a Kendo Stick!

Joey Styles: Now he just needs to drink a beer, go into the crowd and bust himself open with the can!

Sheamus reaches Punk, CROWBAR TO KENDO STICK RIGHT AT THE SAME TIME!!! The stick falls as Sheamus attacks Punk with the crowbar! He smashes it against Punk's head and back, and then chokes him with it until the referee orders for him to stop, but even then he only pretends to stop. He keeps the pressure until Punk pulls out all the stops to get the crowbar out of his neck, and then leaps forward to get the Kendo stick as Sheamus slowly approaches. KENDO STICK TO SHEAMUS' LEG!!! Sheamus grabs his leg in agony. Punk continues striking down with the stick. Punk begins strangling him with the kendo stick. Sheamus miraculously gets to his feet... elbow to the face by Sheamus! Sheamus grabs the kendo stick... KENDO STICK TO THE FACE OF CM PUNK!

JR: Oh mah god!/Joey Styles: Oh my God!

Sheamus grabs CM Punk by the wrist and slams his body into the ring. Sheamus grabs something out of the ring... a second kendo stick!

Jonathan Coachman: Isn't one enough?

Sheamus slides into the ring as Punk gets up. The Celtic Warrior raises the two kendo sticks and thrusts them downward! CM PUNK REVERSES WITH A KICK TO THE FACE! Sheamus stumbles to the turnbuckle. Punk breathes for a second before placing all three weapons in a line. Punk runs at Sheamus, shining wizard! NO ONE HOME! Sheamus grabs both of CM Punk's arms and drags him off! CELTIC CROSS DROP! CM Punk rolls off! BULLDOG INTO THE WEAPONS! Cover!

1...2...kickout!

Joey Styles: I don't... I can't believe it!

CM Punk rolls to the ropes in anger. He tries calming himself down, but Sheamus is already up! DISCUS DOUBLE AXE HANDLE! Punk rolls over the ropes! Sheamus grabs the crowbar and slides out. Punk is up already, using the Russian announcers table as support. Sheamus runs, CM Punk ducks under! Punk leaps on the apron! Springboard crossbody on Sheamus! SHEAMUS SWINGS HIM OUT! IRISH CURSE!

JR: In all my days of wrestling commentary, I have never seen as great a reversal pulled off as the one Sheamus just did!

Sheamus lifts up Punk and whips him over the barrier. Punk rolls into the crowd. CM Punk regains control and scurries through the crowd! Sheamus is scoping the crowd, but the Second-City Saint is nowhere to be found! Sheamus climbs the barrier and runs into the crowd. The cameras follow Sheamus as he runs through each row, until he runs into the food and services area. Sheamus quickly runs around.

Jonathan Coachman: Uh... where is he?

Sheamus kicks open a door to the backstage area. Punk is not there. Sheamus browses the locker rooms until he opens a door to the parking lot. He walks around, looking at each row of cars. PUNK LEAPS OUT OF NOWHERE OFF AN 18-WHEELER! Punk covers Sheamus with a bag of popcorn and takes the crowbar. Punk bashes Sheamus's head several times.

Joey Styles: You know your popcorn is ready when it makes that popping noise!

Jonathan Coachman: No shit, Sherlock.

JR: This is all elementary, my dear Watson.

The commentators share a laugh as Punk strangles the Celtic Warrior with the popcorn bag. He then grabs a chunk of popcorn off the pavement and shoves it in Sheamus's face. Punk pops open a car trunk and shoves him in. CM Punk continues beating up Sheamus by whacking the trunk of the car with the crowbar. Punk gets in the car and drives off. The cameras switch back to the arena, where the same car pulls up to the ring. CM Punk gets out, hits the trunk, and opens it. Sheamus is gone!

Joey Styles: Now Sheamus is missing? I thought this was Thursday Night Genesis, not Where's Waldo.

Then, the backseat of the car opens, and Sheamus runs out with the crowbar! Sheamus bashes Punk's head into the trunk, then proceeds to slam the trunk closed on CM Punk's head. The trunk opens back up, and Sheamus lifts Punk into crucifix position!

Jonathan Coachman: Here it comes!

CELTIC CROSS INTO THE CAR WINDOW! Sheamus pulls Punk out by his legs and opens the door. He hangs him in tree-of-woe postition in the broken window. SHEAMUS SLAMS THE DOOR SHUT! Punk grabs his body as he falls on the ramp. Sheamus grabs Punk's head and shoves him into the ring. Sheamus lifts up Punk and slaps him a few times. He whips him into the ropes. Sheamus goes for the Irish Curse...but Punk ducks under and runs up the turnbuckle! Sheamus runs and grabs the kendo sticks from before! LOW BLOW WITH THE KENDO STICKS! Punk falls, situated on the top turnbuckle. Sheamus grabs both arms...CELTIC CROSS! Cover!

1...2...3!!! The Celtic Warrior raises his arm in victory, eying on Michael Buffer not to enter the ring. As Written in My Face hits, a group of backstage helpers bring ladders to the ring, signaling the start of the next match. Once Sheamus is backstage, Michael Buffer gets into the ring to announce the next match.

Michael Buffer: The following ladder match is under special stipulations! The winner of this match will recieve a contract to wrestle on Thursday Night Genesis! The loser of this match...will be fired!

The crowd is cheering, chanting "Evans!" The camera is zoomed in on the contract briefcase.

Joey Styles: The two competitors need to retrieve that briefcase. If former Thursday Night Genesis General Manager Jack Evans retrieves it, all luck is out for RVD and the Rapture.

The camera is on the announcers.

Jonathan Coachman: But if RVD DOES retrieve it... we've got a new superstar on Genesis. Take that, XPlosion!

Till I Collapse hits to a major pop from the crowd. Jack Evans hops up on the ramp and breakdances for a bit, before running to the ring and sliding in. He runs to the turnbuckle and hops on the top rope, glaring down at the ladder. As Jack hops around in the ring, staring at the titantron, all is silent as the Thursday Night Genesis logo spins on the screen.

Jonathan Coachman: Here we go!

Van Daminator hits! The crowd boos as the new Mr. Thursday Night gets on the ramp! Rob Van Dam!

JR: Rob Van Dam is debuting in the mainevent!

Jonathan Coachman: Main event? He's our whole Dam show!

Rob does his signature RVD taunt as he runs into the ring. Wasting no time he starts running at Evans. RVD does a spinning heel kick, but the Prince of Parkland ducks and goes for a sweep. Rob leaps in the air with his open foot, dodging the sweep! LEG DROP BULLDOG!

Joey Styles: Jack Evans had an opening, and Rob Van Dam closed it up!

RVD, seemingly very hyped up, slides out of the ring and grabs a ladder. Evans quickly grabs hold of the second rope...PLANCHA TO THE LADDER! RVD falls back and hits the barrier. Evans grabs the ladder and slides into the ring. RVD is staggering, holding his head. He then comes to his senses and grabs something from under the ring! He slides into the ring. Evans sets up the ladder, and turns to see Rob! VAN DAMINATOR!

Jonathan Coachman: Holy crap!

RVD begins climbing the ladder as fast as he can. Evans, pumped full of adrenaline, crawls over to the ladder. Evans tries getting up to no avail. He grabs the ladder and shakes it! RVD drops to the ground and lands on his feet. Jack rolls to his feet and hit the ropes. After dusting off his knees, RVD runs at Evans. Evans leaps over RVD and both men continue running. Evans hits the ropes and charges at RVD! RVD leaps on the second rope and hops backwards! SPRINGBOARD BACK ROUNDHOUSE TO THE CHEST! Evans staggers behind, but stays up! RVD turns around, Evans grabs a chair! VAN DAMINA- Evans spins away! CHAIR SHOT TO THE BACK OF THE HEAD!

Jonathan Coachman: I call that move "Future elderly Alzheimer's brain-inator!"

RVD falls to his knees as Evans says some words. Evans takes back the chair and smiles! CHAIR SHOT! RVD collapses onto his hands. Evans pulls the chair into the air and chants. RVD KICKS HIM IN THE STOMACH! Jack drops the chair. RVD runs around the ladder, and Evans cuts through the middle of the ladder.

JR: Its bad luck to go under a ladder!

RVD runs to the side of the ladder, 90 degrees apart from Evans, who is in the middle of the ladder. RVD DROPKICKS THE LADDER! Evans is sandwiched in the ladder as it falls. Evans pushes his arms apart and rolls out, groggily. RVD walks towards him and aims for a punch, but Evans ducks under it and around RVD. The later turns around, knee to the guy by Evans. Suplex! Evans get up and climbs the turnbuckle, 630 SENTON!

JR: This kid is unique.

Evans picks up the ladder and sets it up beneath the briefcase. He starts climbing up. Rapture come out of the backstage area! They all walk down the ramp, except Edge who speeds down and slides into the ring. He shoves the ladder and Evans falls down. The rest of Rapture make it into the ring. They help RVD to his feet, suddenly, "We Are One" hits the P.A system. The crowd goes wild as, Angel, Barrett and Tarver who's holding a steel chair speed to the ring. They all slide in at the same time.

Joey Styles: Nexus to the rescue!

Edge meets Tarver first, CHAIR SHOT!

Jonathan Coachman: VENGEANCE!

Barrett hits Blackout and The Miz with a double clothesline. Angel rushes at Sheamus, who tries a clothesline, but Angel ducks. The later hits the rebound, DISCUS ELBOW! Nexus look down at the fallen Rapture. Barrett has an idea. He signals for Tarver to set up the ladder. Angel immediately gets the idea, he climbs the ladder and goes for a 450 splash. BLACKOUT STICKS OUT HIS KNEES! Angel rolls out of the ring and Blackout is still down. Barrett checks on Angel, RVD is behind him! Dropkick to the back, Barrett falls out of the ring. All of Rapture are up! They gang up on Tarver and then throw him out of the ring.

Joey Styles: Rapture are back in the game!

Evans slides in behind the Rapture while holding a steel chair! Chair shot to Blackout and the Miz! Both men fall over the ropes! Sheamus, Edge, and RVD turn! ENZUIGIRI OVER THE ROPES ON SHEAMUS! Edge goes for a punch! CHAIR TO THE GUT! CHAIR SHOT ON EDGE AND RVD! RVD rolls away!

JR: OH MY GAWD!

Evans climbs the ladder as everyone else is down! He grabs hold of the briefcase... but doesn't unhook it. He takes a look back down, at Nexus...at the Rapture...at the crowd. Evans climbs back down the ladder as RVD watches. As Evans walks up the ramp of shame, RVD climbs the ladder and unhooks the briefcase. Jack Evans is out of the EWE. The scene fades to black as the crowd boos Jack Evans.

Joey Styles: That's all the time we got for tonight! Tune in next week! This is Joey Styles along with Jonathan Coachman and our new commentator Jim Ross, saying good night.

JR: ...and God bless-

Jonathan Coachman: THE RAPTURE!!!

The show ends.