{The lights fade to purple as The Academy Logo appears on the ramp. Malcolm Reed and Anna Marie (The lovely Academy Valet) walk to the ring.}

Amber Ashe: The following Xtreme Rules contest is scheduled for one fall, and is for the nCw Xtreme Championship! Introducing first, representing the Academy, Malcolm Reed!

{Anna steps into the ring first and separates the ropes for Reed to enter easily. He raises both hands with all five fingers extended as he proclaims he is the best of 2010.}

Simon Daye: And here comes the first participant in this impromptu Xtreme Title match, made after Tommy Victor was unceremoniously terminated, vacating the title. Now, this match was already made, but the championship committee decided to make this a title match!

Preston Marshall: What an upset this would be if Reed were able to win the title. His opponent, on the other hand, definitely isn't any slouch by any measure.

{White lights flash in time with the drums of "Avalancha" as Tempestad walks onstage. He looks to the crowd on both sides before patiently walking down to the ring, crossing himself as he walks.}

Amber Ashe: And his opponent, from Arteaga, Coahuila, Mexico, weighing in at 191 pounds, Tempestad!

{He slides beneath the ropes and stands back up, shrugging off his coat. Tempestad then measures up Reed silently.}

Preston Marshall: Here he is, the masked warrior himself! How do you think he's going to deal with his sister's marriage to Sephiroth du Lac this week?

Simon Daye: Badly, Preston. Very badly.

{The bell rings and Reed walks to the center of the ring for a handshake, but pulls back at the last minute, reminding Tempestad that he is, at least in his mind, number one. All Tempestad responds with is a standing enzuigiri that nearly sends Reed's head into the fifth row. Malcolm collapses, stunned. Temp begins laying the boots to him, and the ref shouts at him to back off.}

Simon Daye: Right out of the gate, we get some powerful offense from Tempestad. Reed's a good wrestler, no matter how terrible his attitude is. I think he's got a shot.

Preston Marshall: We'll just have to wait and see.

{Tempestad backs off in compliance, but charges to the ropes and springs off with the Judgment Day! Reed almost barks as the air is driven from his gut. Temp gets up and yanks Reed up with him, stepping behind the Academy disciple and drawing his arms in to set up for a devastating straitjacket suplex! Not done, Temp rolls through and releases Reed's arms, instead hooking his right leg and drilling him with the Absolution suplex!}

Simon Daye: I might have to retract my earlier statement about Reed's chances...that's just not good for anyone.

{Tempestad slips out and reaches under the ring, grabbing a steel chair. He grins, testing its weight, and slides back in with the chair, setting it down in the middle of the ring. He picks Malcolm Reed back up once more and leaps up, practically breaking Reed's neck on the chair with a Saint's Cross driver! Temp follows it up by hauling up Reed and whipping him across the ring, monkey flipping him to the outside!}

Preston Marshall: And out he goes! The momentum's been all Tempestad so far! Brutal momentum, but momentum all the same. This IS an Xtreme Rules match, after all.

{Temp backs up before charging at the ropes and sending himself outside with a suicide senton, landing square on the gut of Reed. The arrogant Reed shouts as all of the air rushes from his body. Tempestad stalks over to the ring apron, kneeling down and looking for weapons under the ring. He pulls out a kendo stick and sets it down before going back under the ring.}

Simon Daye: He wants blood, Preston. Plain and simple.

Preston Marshall: This is a side of Tempestad we haven't seen in a long while. It's got me kind of concerned, Simon.

{Temp pulls out a trash can, before throwing it back under, shaking his head. Then, a table, which he keeps. Then, to top things off, a fifteen-foot tall ladder. He grins down at the prone form of Malcolm, sliding both the table and the ladder in the ring. Temp grabs the kendo stick and shouts at Reed to get up, taunting him in Spanish. “¡Oye, puto! ¡Levántese! ¡Levántese, hijo de puta!” Reed finally gets up, staggering, and turns around into a charging cane shot from Tempestad, opening up a rivulet of blood on the temple of Reed. Temp hauls up Reed immediately after he falls, drawing his arm across his own throat, and spins around, delivering the Commandment neckbreaker! Reed cries out in pain once again, falling to the meager padding of the floor. Temp pulls him up and throws him into the ring, climbing in after him.}

Simon Daye: There has been NO mercy for Malcolm Reed! 

Preston Marshall: And I think it just gets worse from here...look what he's setting up for.

{What Preston's referring to is Tempestad picking up Reed very close to the chair. He scoops him up and brings Reed into position for the Martinete piledriver, dropping to his knees and bouncing Reed's cranium off the unforgiving steel of the chair! Reed falls on his back, the trickle turned into a full-blown river of blood. Temp walks over to the ladder and sets it up. As a complement to it, he sets up the table very close to the ladder. Temp picks up a practically unconscious Malcolm Reed and lays him on the table. He goes around and climbs to the top of the ladder, making a cutthroat gesture at Reed.}

Simon Daye: Is it going to be over? Please, tell me it's going to be over soon. I don't think I can take this much longer.

Preston Marshall: Tempestad might have just ended the overconfident Mister Reed's career before it begun.

{Tempestad grins, jumping off and backflipping, coming crashing down upon Reed and driving him through the table with the Guardian Angel! Tempestad hooks the leg of Reed, and the ref counts the pin hastily. 1...2...3!}

Amber Ashe: Here is your winner, and the NEW nCw Xtreme Champion, Tempestad!

Preston Marshall: The veteran triumphs over the rookie...I don't know if Reed's even going to be able to walk after that. Won't somebody get some damn medics out here?

{Tempestad stands up, taking the Xtreme Title belt and holding it high above his head. This pops the crowd, who seemingly snap out of the daze that the brutalizing of Malcolm Reed had left them in.}

Simon Daye: That's just sick...we'll be right back.

-[COMMERCIAL BREAK]-

Simon Daye: We've had a great night Preston, we crowned a new Xtreme champion in Tempestad and we had the successful debut of Ashlie Ember, and to think... there is still one more match!

Preston Marshall: And it's going to be one to remember with Steve Awesome taking on Alex Jones, they are going to tear this place apart.

Simon Daye: There is no doubting that, these two or two of the best.