TITLE: Alluded Distress
AUTHOR NAME: Marlena R. Snape
EMAIL: Bloodflame013@aol.com
CATEGORY: Drama
SUB CATEGORY: Romance
RATING: PG-13 for language and such.
CAST: Marlena Dubois, Ashleigh Morgan, Chris Sabin, A.J Styles, as well as mentions and appearance of others throughout. ( Tons of cameos! )
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own anything, y'heard? I only own Marlena Dubois, as minus the last name and picture base? She IS me. ^_^ Ashleigh is credited to one of my best friends, Candace. Brooklyn Dubois ( the few parts she's in I should say ) is credited to my friend Angel, while Marlena's parents, and her sister Patricia are my real family. Chris Sabin, A.J Styles, and the rest of the NWA:TNA superstars in this story, are to my best rendition of their real selves, but I don't know them, or own them. ( However a girl CAN wish! ) Chris Irvine ( 'Jericho' in the WWE scene ) is not mine either…oh how I wish. He makes a few appearances as well, as do a few other WWE superstars. I own jack shite, okay? So don't sue me for letting my imagination run wild! :-P Enjoy the story. One last note for the PPV's for TNA: These have NOTHING to do with the real thing. The only reason I'm doing this with it before Christmas is because of some of the segments and such. This also has nothing to do with the TNA PPV's that have already happened. These chapters will also be written up like results, now just a straight out chapter, and all theme music for the contenders and the PPV is original. Okay? Now read! ^_^
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Chapter Three: NWA:TNA Pay Per View for December 17th
( The opening credits shown on the screen…as we start TNA Transmission )
--Backstage - we find Chris Sabin with a smirk on his face, dressed in a black "In the end…you all HAIL SABIN" tee-shirt, and his yellow and black wrestling trunks and boots. He had something behind his back as he approached his girlfriend "Princess" Ashleigh, who was dressed in a blue jean skirt, matching boots, and a white slash sleeve top. The crowd was booing loudly from what image they were seeing on the TNA-Tron, but it didn't damper the obvious happiness on Sabin's face. He pulled something out from behind his back, holding it over Ashleigh's head. It was a piece of mistletoe.--
Chris Sabin: C'mon, baby…you know the routine.
--Ashleigh giggled softly as she looked up a bit. Shaking her head, she looked at Chris. A part of her couldn't believe he'd do something like this, especially at a time like this. They had work to do. And a lot of it.--
Princess Ashleigh: I suppose I could give you the satisfaction, Sabin.
--Ashleigh spoke in a taunting nature, which only seemed to make Sabin's grin grow wider. Leaning down, Chris ran his right hand against Ashleigh's cheek, then rested his hand on the side of her neck and the back of her head. Leaning down, Chris placed a kiss on her, and she returned it, much to the disgust of the Asylum crowd! As they separated, Chris smirked.--
Chris Sabin: With that little tradition done with…we need to look to the 'future', no pun intended…
Princess Ashleigh: *Smiling* What do you have in mind, baby?
Chris Sabin: *Putting his arm around Ashleigh's shoulder* Follow this vision with me. The final demise of A.J Styles…put him out of the X-Division…out of NWATNA…out…of this plane of existence. Then 'The Future' and his Princess can rule where they really belong. Right at the top.
Princess Ashleigh: *Giggling* I love it! More than you can even know! I just want to be a part of this…you know…whole 'Final Demise of A.J Styles thing'…*Pouting* Can I be?
Chris Sabin: Like I could say no to you?
Princess Ashleigh: *Smiling brightly, she hugged Chris* Of course not! Let's go! I want to find the perfect outfit for this!
--Chris rolled his eyes with a smile as Ashleigh and himself were heading toward the locker room. We're officially underway! The opening video package played for the Wednesday Pay-Per-View, and the theme song, "Walk Away" by Mad at Gravity began to play.--
Mike Tenay: We are live! Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to TNA! I'm Mike Tenay seated by Don West, and tonight Don there's some big surprises for the fans of TNA!
Don West: That's for sure Professor! Not only are we going to bare witness to this whole "Final Demise Of A.J Styles" Chris Sabin and Princess Ashleigh are planning, but we have a new debut! She's one hot commodity Mike!
Mike Tenay: I expect only good things from Miss Lena D., but let's get right into things with the number one contendership of the TNA Tag Team Titles about to be decided! I'm sure America's Most Wanted will be watching this match with great interest!
--"Along the way" by Mushroomhead began playing through the TNA Asylum, which caused major heat to come from the crowd. First to the ring, was Slash and Sinn representing Father James Mitchell's 'New Church'. They did their typical taunt toward the crowd, as Father Mitchell accompanied his men to the ring, a vindictive smile on his face as he stood on the outside of the ring. "Cocky" by Kid Rock took over, and from the backstage area emerged the residential bastard of the Asylum, Kid Kash, with the monster Abyss behind him. Kash was hoisted up onto Abyss' shoulders, grinning a bit as he held up a sign "Vote for the K-I-D for Mr. TNA 2003!", and despite the pelting of booing from the crowd, that never seemed to matter. As Kash and Abyss hit the ring, "Good Times" by Finger Eleven hit on the PA, and the crowd got to their feet as from the backstage came Julio Dinero and CM Punk, accompanied by Alexis Laree - representing the Gathering. Alexis lead the Gathering to the ring, even jaw jacking Kash who was mouthing how she shouldn't have been out there. Alexis gave him a double 'one finger salute' much to the crowds pleasure, as the Gathering hit the ring. We're underway in this triple threat tornado tag match!--
Dinero and Punk picked their spot early, with both men going right after Abyss, who was the largest man in the match. The New Church had no problem centering out Kid Kash - Slash and Sinn both gave chase to the Kid, who took off running out of the ring. He was stopped on the outside, surprisingly, by Alexis Laree, who started talking a nice deal of smack for her size. Kash went to pie face Alexis away from him, but Alexis raised her foot, catching him with a blatant low blow, and pushed him right into the New Church's clutches! As referee Rudy Charles was trying to get things situated for a suitable wrestling match, but none of that was coming about easily. In the ring, Julio and CM were trying to flip Abyss over into a double suplex, but even then, the two couldn't! Abyss was just too damned big! Alexis Laree snuck into the ring, coming up from behind Abyss, she nailed him with a full on low blow! It rocked the big man, which gave Dinero and Punk the opportunity to nail that double suplex! Abyss rolled out of the ring in pain, as Laree got out of the ring as well, which gave the New Church chance to strike. Sinn and Slash had left Kid Kash on the floor outside the ring, bloody and battered, but Dinero and Punk had no idea they were being stalked! Alexis was screaming to them, trying her best to get their attention; but by the time she did it was too late. Sinn and Slash struck with rapid force, nailing both members of the Gathering with clubbing blows to the back - much to Father James Mitchell's pleasure, as he was nodding his head on the outside of the ring, watching attentively. Sinn lifted Dinero, throwing him out of the ring, but adding insult to injury, he threw Dinero right into Alexis! The 'happy couple' of the Gathering met hard, alright, and both were laid out on the floor. As the referee was checking on Julio, James Mitchell slid something to Slash, who had a twisted smile on his face as Sinn held up Punk, completely vulnerable, with his arms above his head in a half nelson lock. Slash struck, nailing Punk across the face with the object, which when thrown again was centered in by the camera as a steel chain, and then Sinn released Punk's limp body. He fell to the mat, but they weren't finished. They lifted him up, and nailed him with a double piledriver, center of the ring. Sinn covered, as Slash watched around the ring making sure nobody could interfere with the 3 count, in which the secured by their cheating tactics. 1...2...3...to gain their shot at the tag team titles. "Along the way" played through the arena, as James Mitchell slid into the ring to celebrate with his church.
Mike Tenay: I'll be damned! I don't think I saw one ounce of order in that matchup Don!
Don West: I can tell ya something Mike, there WAS no order in that match! It was a straight up fight to the finish, and a controversial finish indeed!
Mike Tenay: I'm not even sure what can be said about how the tag team champions, Storm and Harris, feel about this! But let's go backstage, I hear Scott Hudson is standing by with Lena D!
--Backstage, standing in a black and silver glittered haulter top that cut off above her belly button, showing her tribal sun tattoo that circled her belly button, and a pair of pants were the same style, only were low cut, and tight from the waist to mid-thigh, where they belled out from the knee down, stood Lena D. next to Scott Hudson. She looked like a fiery woman, her eyes full of intensity, as Scott smiled at her.--
Scott Hudson: First and foremost, Lena, welcome to TNA. Tonight you debut against Trinity…how do you feel about that?
Lena D: You know, Scott, I'm overjoyed about that. Not only do I get my chance to show these people what I'm made of, but I get a chance to shut Trinity's mouth. I've heard her talking for a couple weeks now, about how she fears nobody. Man or woman. Well you know something? It's about time she snapped back to reality and realized fear may only be a four letter word, but it's a strong emotion that's meant to be felt. I'm going to remind the bitch what fear tastes like, and she'll remember what it's like to choke when I'm done with her. She'll finally know what it feels like to gasp for air, feel as if her entire world is collapsing, and fall under MY panic attack… when I lock up with the trash talking whore. I don't take kindly to the type…
Scott Hudson: Strong words from an equally strong woman, I'm sure.
Lena D: Don't give me that, crap, Hudson, I don't need your flattery. I'm not here to make friends, you know. At all. All I'm here to do, is do my job and do it with respectability, and honor. I'm tired of these prima donna divas walking around here as if they rule this place. News flash, that era is over, and it's time to put up or shut up…like it or not, Lena D. is taking over, and if you don't believe that? Let my actions speak for themselves. Now if you'll excuse me…I have a skank to beat…'kay?
--Lena walked away from Scott, who shrugged at the camera with a half smile. She was a pistol, alright, and we shift back to ringside. "All My Friends Crush You" by Neurotica hit on the PA, as the crowd began booing instantaneously. From the backstage area, emerged Trinity with Sonny Siaki at her side, a smirk on her face. She was clearly amused by what the 'new girl' had said. Sonny Siaki had a pretty serious expression on his face as he stood behind Trinity who posed and flexed in front of him at the top of the ramp. Brushing her hair back over her shoulder, the duo made their way down to the ring, and Sonny was motioning for the microphone from Jeremy Borash. He handed it to Trinity, who was having some 'issues' containing her laughter.--
Trinity: You know something…I just heard the funniest load of bullshit. Ever. You see, that new girl? Lena D was it? She thinks she's goin' to trash talk Trinity like that and get away with it? *Booing* That makes me laugh…because nobody, and I don't care who you are, talks to Trinity like that! You're going to get a crash course in pain, whether you like it or not! I'm so sic-
……………OUT OF MY WAY!………………
--Trinity was interrupted, rudely, one might say, by the opening of "Out of My Way" by Seether. From the backstage area, to a mostly positive reaction, walked TNA's newest female competitor, Lena D. She had a smirk on her face as she walked down the ramp, slapping the hands of a few of the ramp way fans on her way up the squared circle. Quickly ascending the steel steps, she walked the apron a moment, her smirk still in tact as Trinity was yelling at her to get her ass in the ring. Stepping through the second and third ropes, Lena had her hands raised defensively. Trinity raised the microphone.--
Trinity: How DARE you interrupt me?! Do you have any DAMNED CLUE who the hell I am!? *She screamed this, but Lena didn't looked effected, at all. She seemed more amused by the fact Trinity was upset.* You'd better ANSWER ME when I talk to you bitch!
With a shrug, Lena gave her answer alright, in the form of a stiff kick to the midsection! Referee Mike Posey called for the bell, signaling the beginning of the matchup, and Trinity was clearly taken aback by the 'rookies' early offense. Lena whipped Trinity against the ropes, and as Trinity came back, Lena nailed her with a head scissors take down, and got back to her feet quickly, as Trinity leaned against the near turnbuckles, looking at the girl in wonderment. Sonny was yelling for Trinity to get back into things, much to Trinity's dismay, while Lena kicked up a seat on the turnbuckles, relaxing, which was offensive in Trinity's view! Trinity managed to pull her down from the post, and nailed her with a hellacious right hand, that dropped the cocky and vivacious new comer to her knees, but Lena wouldn't take it laying down. She got back up to a vertical base, despite Trinity's fury of offense. Blocking on of Trinity's right hands, Lena moved her body, grapevining her opponents left leg with hers, and nailed her with a Russian leg sweep. Both girls were down on the mat, Trinity holding the back of her head, and Lena from the offensive beat down she had just taken from Trinity. Sonny Siaki was half under the bottom rope, trying to reach Trinity but referee Posey wouldn't let the "Ace in the Hole" anywhere near her! The crowd was cheering for Lena to get up, and slowly both girls began to stir. Posey started the initial 10 count…meaning if he got to 10, both were counted out and the match ended in draw. Lena was back to her knees by 5, Trinity as well, and the two began exchanging right hands from their knee base. Lena dodged one of Trinity's attempts, but Trinity came around with a left, knocking Lena back down to the mat. Trinity got back to her vertical base, and motioned to the turnbuckles where she was heading for her finisher. Sonny Siaki jumped up on the apron, his attention centered on Trinity, yelling at her! What the hell was he doing?! Trinity was yelling for Sonny to get down, as was referee Posey, but that gave Lena time to get to her feet. Trinity still went for her finisher, the hurricanrana, but as she was spinning downward, Lena managed to drop her into a powerbomb! She countered! Sonny got down from the apron, nodding his head a bit, as Lena slowly lifted Trinity to her feet…dragging her to the corner. She positioned her, dropping her with a top rope tigerdriver she called the "Wrong Turn"! Trinity was out cold it looked like, as Lena rolled her up, Posey went down for the count…1…2…3! "Out of my way" hit on the PA once more, Lena D. had won her debut match!
Mike Tenay: What a match! I need to know though, what was Sonny Siaki doing?!
Don West: I can't tell ya Mike, but whatever is going on, it helped the hot little number from Winnipeg, Lena D. pick up her debut win! What do ya think of that finisher Tenay?!
Mike Tenay: I heard she calls that modified tigerdriver the "Wrong Turn", and it looks like Trinity just felt the full force of taking that wrong turn! Let's go backstage where Goldylocks is standing by with A.J Styles!
--Standing by the locker rooms, was Goldylocks, looking a little confused. She was supposed to be with A.J Styles, but where was A.J? The door flung open from the locker room, and out walked A.J dressed in a pair of metallic blue shorts, a matching hooded vest, and a foul expression on his face. He wasn't pleased, but then again, he had every reason not to be!--
Goldylocks: A.J…thanks for join-
A.J Styles: ZIP IT! …Just zip it alright?! I know what you want…and y'know somethin' Goldy, I'm really not in the mood to yap here for an hour with the likes of you! I'll tell ya straight what's happenin' tonight. Tonight, A.J Styles is gonna shut the trap of that ego maniac Sabin and his little skank girlfriend once and for all! The Final Demise of A.J Styles? Ah nah, it's gonna be the final Hail Of Sabin! He's got somethin' I want, and that's the X-Division title. And I ain't stoppin' till I get that title! I go through Christopher Daniels tonight, and you can bet that he's goin' to be phenomenalized - before it's all said and done…I'll get my shot at the X-title…and knock out Sabin…'nuff said.
--A.J brushed past Goldylocks, who looked a bit offended by his tone, shaking her head. She walked off in the opposite direction of where A.J was, but we're still backstage. We find Scott Hudson trying to catch up to someone or two, it looks like Sonny Siaki with his friend/team mate Ekmo Fatu.--
Scott Hudson: Sonny Siaki! Sonny wait a second!
--Sonny turned around, looking slightly annoyed at the announcer. Scott glanced up at Ekmo, who glared at him equally as annoyed, and Scott swallowed hard.--
Scott Hudson: I'm sorry to bother you Sonny, but I need to ask…everyone is wondering…what was that out there?!
Sonny Siaki: What was what Scott Hudson? Something not able to compute in that pea shaped brain of yours? Let Sonny Siaki fill you in on something, you oblivious parasite, Trinity is out. She has disappointed Ekmo Fatu, and Sonny Siaki, for far too long. Tonight was the final straw.
Scott Hudson: But Sonny, it was you who cost Trinity the match…
Sonny Siaki: Don't you dare talk to the ace in the hole in that fashion Scott Hudson…because you might provoke him to rip your tongue out and lash you with it. Sonny Siaki has high hopes for this, Lena D. chick, and he'll be DAMNED if he lets Trinity interfere with that…so dig that…
--Sonny and Ekmo walked off, leaving Scott Hudson stuck in his tracks, shaking his head. We head back to ringside.--
Mike Tenay: Can you believe Sonny Siaki? He's already gunning for the new girl! What a sleezeball!
Don West: You can't expect much more from Sonny, professor! But let's head to the ring! Sonjay Dutt, Michael Shane, next!
--"Figure.09" by Linkin Park hit on the PA, and the crowd started cheering, as from the backstage area walked Sonjay Dutt, looking pumped up and ready for a fight. He made his way down to the ring, and slid under the bottom rope. Popping back up to his feet, he taunted the crowd a bit, but his music was cut out by "Come With Me" by Puff Daddy. Instantaneously, the crowd began booing, as from the backstage area accompanied by Traci ( with an I! ) walked Michael Shane. Traci posed at the top of the ramp with Michael, her leg over his shoulder as he was crouched down in front of her, mocking a pose of his cousin Shawn Michaels. After a couple moments of being hammered by boos, the pair made their way down to the ring, with Michael climbing up the ring steps, and getting into the ring. As soon as he got in though, Sonjay went on the offensive! We're underway!--
Sonjay started hammering Shane's back with a series of clubbing blows. Michael was already worked down to the mat in the early going of the match, and Sonjay just looked as if a fire had been ignited in him, as he continued his assault. Traci was already irate with what she was seeing, former X-Division Champion Michael Shane being bombarded by the newer X-competitor from India, Sonjay Dutt. Michael managed to weasel his way out of Sonjay's grasp, as he slipped out of the ring to the condolence of Traci, who took him into her arms asking if he was okay. Michael was frantic, as he was holding onto Traci tightly, but that didn't even save him from Dutt! Sonjay propelled himself up over the top rope, and came down with a corkscrew palancha, coming down on both Traci and Michael! The crowd was electric now, the chant of "TNA! TNA!" echoing through the arena, which seemed to further fuel Sonjay's attack. Michael managed to slip back into the ring, Sonjay following closely on his heels, but that's when Michael started putting the boots to Dutt. The crowd was booing, which seemed to make Michael kick harder, and Traci was cheering him on. Demanding to see more. Michael was happy to give Traci what she wanted to see, but it was stopped abruptly when Sonjay blocked one of his arsenal kicks! Sonjay managed to get back to his vertical base, where he grabbed a hold of Shane, hitting him with a high impact vertical suplex! Michael was now, holding his back, as Traci looked irate by this. Sonjay was heading to the top turnbuckles, and Traci was trying to distract the referee, but it was too late! Sonjay managed to nail the Hindu Press! He covered, and Traci was trying to get into the ring but the referee counted 1...2...3 in favor of Dutt! "Figure. 09" hit again, and he rolled out of the ring, his victory in tact!
Mike Tenay: Despite animosity, Sonjay Dutt picks up a huge victory over Michael Shane!
Don West: Incredible match! How he could remained focused with Traci right there was beyond me Mike!
Mike Tenay: *Laughing* Let's go backstage, I'm getting word that Goldylocks is standing by with Chris Sabin and Princess Ashleigh!
--Goldylocks was in fact standing by, with the 'happy couple', Princess Ashleigh had changed into a pair of pink cotton twill drawstring crops, and a white and pink "Princess" baby tee, a pair of matching white and pink pumps topping things off. Chris had his arm around Princess Ashleigh, as Goldylocks took a deep breath, almost as if she was appalled to be near these two.--
Chris Sabin: Before you even open that large hole in your face, Goldy, you should address Ashleigh and tell her how great she looks. *He held her arm up, allowing her to twirl in place with a giggle. Goldylocks resisted rolling her eyes.*
Goldylocks: *Reluctantly* You look great, Ashleigh.
Princess Ashleigh: That's PRINCESS Ashleigh to you! *Frowning* Tell her, Chris! Tell her!
Chris Sabin: She's right Goldysnoggs… as much as I love to admit how right she is, though, we have business to attend to. The time is ticking down…you know to what, Ash?
Princess Ashleigh: A.J's final demise! *giggling* I'm so happy, I can't wait to see him put out for good! Then we can take complete control of the X-Division!
Chris Sabin: My princess speaks the complete and utter truth. You see, Goldy, one thing Styles fails to remember, is I, Chris Sabin, have more stroke around here than he could even imagine. I'm…the X-Division Champion. In English, that means I'm the greatest X-Division competitor in TNA. And that leaves him in the same league as everyone of these stupid rednecks who like him. He may be 'phenomenal', but he's not the future, and he's not an extraordinary gentleman. Like myself.
Princess Ashleigh: He could never be you, Chris. He doesn't have any class, what so ever.
Chris Sabin: One more thing that separates Chris Sabin from the remaining trash. Christopher Daniels is going to do my dirty work tonight, he's the scapegoat, and once he's done doing his thing? Sure, I'll give him a shot at my title. *Pausing* When I feel like it. *Shrugs* But you see, after he's done with A.J…Chris Sabin is going to take out what's left. For GOOD. Because you see…A.J is going to realize tonight…why in the end…everyone…will HAIL…SABIN… this interview is fin, Goldysnoggs…get me a coffee would you? 2 sugars, extra cream, decaf - hurry up, too. I don't have all day, y'know…I'm a busy busy man!
--Chris took Ashleigh's hand, as she was giggling at Goldylocks' offended expression. The pair walked off, and we shift to find "The Fallen Angel" Christopher Daniels, walking down the hallway heading toward the ring. Scott Hudson was trying to get Christopher to stop for an interview.--
Scott Hudson: Chris Daniels…Chris could I have a moment please?!
--Suddenly, Daniels spun around, standing face to face with Hudson. Christopher didn't look happy, and Scott looked a bit nervous from the negativity Christopher was projecting.--
Scott Hudson: I was just wo-
Christopher Daniels: Do not speak to me…allow me to enlighten you, simpleton. The Fallen Angel is preparing to head to that ring, and destroy his adversary tonight. I have a deal with a man, known as the "Future", as you may know. Tonight…I will not only take A.J Styles to the school of failure, but I will make him graduate with honors…
Scott Hudson: What's in it for you, Christopher? I mean - Chris Sabin said just moments ago…that he would give you a title shot. When he felt like it…
Christopher Daniels: *His eyebrow raised* Did he now? Let me tell you something, Scott Hudson. When I beat A.J Styles tonight for the 3 count…I will gain my shot against Sabin. I will have that shot, and I will take that title. And anyone who has a problem with that? *Laughs sadistically* Allow them to step forward - all will fall before me and give praise…so says the gospel…of the fallen angel…
--Christopher Daniels left Scott Hudson's side, and Scott blinked a little as we head back to the ring. Through the arena, "God of the mind" by Disturbed began playing, which was the cue for Christopher Daniels, and the start of the main event of the evening! As the music played, "The Fallen Angel" emerged from the backstage area to a chorus of booing, and the typical "Fallen Angel ---- SUCKS" chants. They didn't seem to really get to him this time, as he got up onto the apron, removing his cross and scarf. That's when "Fireproof" by Pillar began to play, and the crowd got to their feet. From the backstage area emerged the Phenomenal One himself, to an "A.J! A.J!" chant from the inmates of the asylum. A.J started down toward the ring, his attention centered on Christopher Daniels all the while. A.J came into the ring, removing his sleeveless vest and tossing it out of the ring. Both men stood face to face in the ring, with Daniels looking at A.J in a serene manner, while A.J looked completely serious, and completely ready. Jeremy Borash was ready to announce them.--
Jeremy Borash: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is sanctioned by the National Wrestling Alliance in collaboration with Total Non Stop Action, is for number one contendership of the X-Division Championship, and is your NWATNA main event of the evening. When the bell sounds, the man in charge senior referee Rudy Charles. Introducing first from the City of Angels, weighing in at two hundred and twenty four pounds…the Fallen Angel…Christopher Daniels!" *The crowd continued their booing, as Christopher raised his pointer/middle finger hand taunt up, his face still holding the somber expression.* And his opponent, from Gainesville Georgia, weighing in at two hundred and two pounds, the phenomenal…A.J Styles!"
Jeremy got out of the ring as Christopher Daniels went right on the offensive. So much for remaining serene! He nailed A.J with a stiff hip thrust to the midsection, throwing him into one of the corners as Rudy Charles called for the bell. Christopher whipped A.J across the ring into a neutral corner, the velocity from the motion then sudden stop at the turnbuckles, caused A.J to hit his knees from the shot. Christopher was taken aback by the crowd's "Fallen Angel ----- SUCKS!" chants, annoyance showing on his face as he lifted A.J from his knees by pulling him, but A.J raised his arms, breaking the hold Daniels had on him. A.J began executing a series of right hands against Daniels, the crowd well behind him, but Daniels once again managed to block his offense! With a thumb to the eye, Christopher managed to take A.J from his game again, as he whipped him against the ropes. A.J ducked a clothesline, and came back with a flying forearm shot that caught Daniels off guard. A.J kick-upped to his feet, and the crowd was hyped, as he was starting on the offensive. He lifted Daniels back up his feet, and went for a kick to the midsection, but his foot was stopped be Daniels. Kicking up, Styles hit Daniels in the back of the head with one hell of an insiguri kick, which leveled Daniels. A.J didn't play off to the crowd as he usually might have, as he went to the outside apron. He propelled himself over the top rope, nailing Daniels with a summersault leg drop to the back of the head, then went for a cover. 1...2...but Daniels' shoulder shot up off the canvas. A.J didn't get frustrated, in fact, he got back to his feet, ready to finally gain some real offensive ground in the match. Hoisting him back to his feet, A.J threw him off against the ropes, and as he came back, he kicked Daniels in the midsection. It looked as if A.J was setting him up for the Styles Clash! But as he was going to set him up, Daniels managed to float over, and took Styles down with a chopblock to the back of the knees! Styles hit the mat, and Daniels grabbed him once again, lifting him up. He nailed Styles with a modified version of his finisher, "Angel's Wings", before pointing to the turnbuckles. It didn't quite look like he got all of that "Angel's Wings", in fact, it was a bit sloppy considering the perfection Christopher Daniels brought to the ring. Clearly something near desperation to ground Styles. He was wasting a bit of time, by taunting and playing off to the crowd, who continued to pelt the fallen angel with booing, and an unflattering chant. "BME!" he shouted toward the fans, who just retaliated with further heat, and as he spring boarded himself up into the "Best Moonsault Ever", he connected ---- with nothing but mat! Styles had moved! Styles was quick to climb the turnbuckles, and without wasted motion, he jumped off the turnbuckles, nailing the Spiral Tap!! He covered…1...2...Daniels kicked out!? Styles NOW looked frustrated, as he lifted a woozy and unsteady fallen angel to his feet. Setting him up, Styles executed the Styles Clash, but the way Daniels landed it looked blotched! Daniels wasn't moving now, completely unconscious and out cold so it looked, and Styles rolled him into the cover. 1...2...3! Styles had pulled it off!!
--As "Fireproof" pounded the speakers once more, JB announced Styles as the winner - but "Fireproof" was cut off. Styles didn't look too impressed.--
Step up to me step up to me
You wanna big time player it's not to be
Look at all the snide ass acting like a wise ass
I'll fuck up your face and you'll never look back
So when fall to the ground
And finally get back to reality
When none at all is around
Tell me how does it feel to be the enemy
--"Enemy" by Sevendust hit, and the crowd broke into booing. ( Save for the 'heel section', who kicked up with their religious HAIL SABIN chants ) From the entrance way, walked Princess Ashleigh with a smile on her face, a microphone in her hand. Where was Chris Sabin? These two were normally attached at the hip! And after all, it WAS Sabin's music!--
Princess Ashleigh: *Sarcastically* Oh, bravo. You actually did something right for a change, A.J. I'm shocked!
A.J Styles: *Getting a microphone from JB, he glanced up at Ashleigh* You have a point don'tcha, half-pint? Because I have a lot more important issues I could tend to than you. I normally don't waste my time on mental midgets, baby.
Princess Ashleigh: *Tears swelling in her eyes* I am NOT a mental midget! And I am NOT a half-pint! Take that back, A.J! Right now!
A.J Styles: Let me think 'bout that.. *he mocked a thought, rolling his eyes* Not in this lifetime. So do tell me, I'm curious, where's your leashed ignoramus? I mean, aren't you two ALWAYS together?
Princess Ashleigh: Chris Sabin is not an idiot, you…you…you jerk! *A few tears streamed from her eyes* You're really mean, A.J! You're going to pay for that!
A.J Styles: Charge my visa, would ya? I have thin-
--Styles looked as if he was going to be leaving, but from behind Chris Sabin jumped him! Ashleigh began clapping and giggling from the top of the stage, as Sabin began clubbing the living hell out of Styles! Ashleigh made her way down toward the ring, after dropping the microphone at the ramp, the crowd was now overwhelming the asylum with boos. Ashleigh walked around to where Jeremy Borash, Mike Tenay, Don West, and the time keeper sat, grabbing a steel chair from the position. Sabin grabbed A.J's microphone, as he was no longer needing it.--
Chris Sabin: You know something, Styles, it looks as if you've had an accident. Here, let me help you. *Sabin hauled off, and kicked Styles square in the ribs with a straight shot, causing A.J to cough up.* Since Christopher Daniels SUCKS…and couldn't do one simple thing…I'm going to do it! You know that phrase, if you want something done right do it yourself?! Ashleigh…give me that chair.
--Ashleigh didn't hesitate, she handed Chris the chair with a sweet smile, before putting her own two cents into the beat down of Styles, kicking him in the back a couple times! Sabin brought the chair down over Styles' back, once, twice, three times! The agony! From ringside, you could hear Mike Tenay and Don West in the voice over, as Sabin continued the assault.--
Mike Tenay: Where is the justification in this!? Isn't someone going to help him out!?
Don West: Where's security when you need them?! Chris Sabin is out of control!
--Sabin handed Ashleigh the dented up chair, lifting Styles in almost a full nelson hold. He was instructing her to do something, and it became apparent what. Ashleigh wrapped the chair right around Styles' head with one stiff shot, which caused the crowd to boo even more. Sabin dropped Styles as security began filing down to the ring, a smug smirk spread across his face. "Supervixen" by Garbage (Ashleigh's music) took over, as Sabin lifted Ashleigh up onto his shoulder, the X-Division title over his opposite shoulder, and the pair posed over a fallen Styles. What a sick way to close the last live Pay-per-view of 2003!!--
--End Transmission--
( There's chapter 3. The next one is going to be a bit of a time skip, considering the date. Bare with me! I hope you guys enjoy the 'event'. I'll be starting chapter four soon. )
