J The Ripper
FWrestling's Reckoning
So, I thought as we came across pivotal matches to post them up. Ed made me think of it and then Tram and I both found it at the same time. Even though we're jOlt these are fond memories for some of us (Yeah, Josh, I even found Derecho winning lol). Gentleman, thanks to Wayback Machine, I'm pleased to present:
Or Die Trying:
Ninja K (Legacy Champion) vs. Sylo (Underground Champion) in LoC's first and only unification match.
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“Do not be wary of men who take risks with title and lands. Be wary of men who have nothing to lose.”
- The Tao of Shinsei
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Orlando, Florida - - A refreshing south-western breeze swept undauntedly through every stretch of vegetation under the watchful gaze of an ominous full moon. The Arena of Champions stood erect beyond the reach of several congested parking lots - an architectural masterpiece by design.
In hindsight, the lead announce team of Keith Kane and Anthony Stone, exchanged opinionated commentary amongst themselves while respectfully addressing the viewers at home. The sounds of “The Hand That Feeds” by NIN cued up briefly during the visual transition to welcome the viewers back with an angled bird’s eye view within. The PPV banners nestled comfortably along the rafters and across several key positions throughout.
Cue Camera One for Ground Zero. A buxom band of beauties brandished their promotional tatted halter tops in earnest. The civilian populace were amped up and the homemade signs were help up by the thousands. The ongoing volley of cheers were rolling as the animated head-to-head vignette had been cued up;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Sylo - - The undisputed King of the Underground was busy gnashing his teeth while turning his head toward the undisputed Retainer of the Legacy Championship. His eyes radiated with several luminescent hues of blue.
The Underground Championship gleamed arrogantly atop his left shoulder. His savage expression subsided in exchange for an intense game face while flexing his muscles intently. Teeth gnashing against one another in such a primal fashion.
Kenshiro Inogami aka Ninja K - - The reigning Legacy Champion’s body language conveyed nothing other than silent intensity and an unwavering sense of focus. Fully swathed in his customized ninja attire, the Japanese vagabond would quietly stare back into the eyes of the opposition.
The LoC Championship shimmered brilliantly atop his right shoulder. The Ronin’s greyish-white mane swept graciously across his stoic visage. The Legacy Champion would nod solemnly and pat his hand against the faceplate before turning his head toward the camera.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Respectively, Cameras Ten, Seven and Four would exchange brief footage of every commissioned LoC figurehead;
Scott Riktor remained focused on the large Plasma screen television within the confides of his office. He would stand accompanied by both Mace Williams and his esteemed deputy, Big Buck Logan.
The Underground Commissioner, Trevor Echo, remained holed away in his place of business. His forefinger and thumb rested against his lips, concerned of personal reasons of his own. Five of his burly bodyguards were siting among two leather couches, allowing him to watch the following events unfold in peace.
A scowling Jonathan Conspiracy merely leaned against the wall with both arms crossed over his chest. The conniving old Texan fired up a nice Cuban and exhaled before leaning back in his leather recliner.
The Latin American demographic were brought up to speed with the help of Javier Santana and Lena Hernandez as the video still was removed. Camera Three zoomed in on a random fan’s sign, addressed to a rival promotion before switching over toward the ring;
No
Body’s
Watching
Ladies & Gentlemen; It’s time for your MAIN! EVENT! This contest will be scheduled for one fall and it is an Underground Rules Match for both the LoC Underground and Legacy Championships! The assorted chants were tossed to and fro throughout the arena as the ring announcer promptly removed himself out of the ring. Referee Mike Hunt would privately confer with the ringside personnel before making his return inside the squared circle. The lights slowly faded away and allowed the roaring republic the freedom to rule vice of the Arena of Champions.
The colours of Sapphire, Pearl and Tar Heel Blue would flicker throughout the massive state-of-the-art amphitheatre. ’Pet’(Super Beast remix) - - A Perfect Circle would serve as the fuse for a powder keg of nothing but sheer euphoria.
Legacytron - - { A turbulent storm cell swept menacingly over an unfamiliar metropolis. Its inhabitants were legion, all running for safety but would find none. Buildings would be ravaged and reduced to rubble by streaks of lightning - at random. The view would be pulled upward toward the swirling maw of the storm. }
{ Various video captions of his killing spree would be displayed along the narrow corridor before eventually becoming entranced by a burning set of radiant Blue Pupils. The acoustic ‘eye of the storm’ had passed with the massive set of bluish-white spires of flame, setting the entire staging area ablaze. Unbeknownst to the crowd, a sealed circular hatch in the floor, had opened on cue.}
The ascension of a massive silhouette solidified the premise of Sylo’s rise from the proverbial abyss. The Underground Champion stood encircled by the flames - both arms extended outward to accommodate his mighty roar to milk the moment for all it was worth.
The flames were extinguished and the man-beast was on the move. A hearty swig of water down his gullet and the seven-foot juggernaut would douse his head before casting the bottle into the crowd . . .
”Introducing First; Weighting in at three-hundred and ninety-seven pounds - - Currently residing within the vast confides of Georgia . . . Standing at a towering seven feet and one inch - - He is the Number One contender for the LoC Legacy Championship and stands as the current, reigning and defending LoC Underground Champion - - Ladies and Gentlemen; THIS! IS! SYLO!” The former PIW Champion had cleared the top rope and lumbered over toward the nearest turnbuckle to brandish his prize before the masses. The Monster’s showcasing of his Underground Championship and his Black Sleeveless ‘Super Beast’ T-shirt would end after all four corners had been attended to.
For a moment, he would climb down and stand motionless to stare at its radiant surface before handing it off to Senior Referee Mike Hunt. His musical intro would conclude during his preliminary tugging of the ropes and session of hopping in place. The more intimate details of his administration were briefly broadcasted in various languages to the secular audience at home.
Hit the lights. The beat of Orient bellowed from overhead as a troupe of dancing geishas - - all adorned with silk robes with elaborate floral patterns and colours. Together, they would float their way toward and around the squared circle. The Underground Champion watched in silence from the ring’s epicentre as the extravagant dancers would entice the crowd with their combined beauty and grace.
The rhythmic Japanese orchestra would govern their synchronized Fan Dance and the various acrobats exhibiting their craft in sync with the music. Streamers would be cast over the guardrails at random by the acrobats to keep the crowd buzzing. The dancing troupe struck various poses as the music stopped, leaving the arena walls overwhelmed by red lighting.
Sylo would continue wringing his wrists and popping the bones in his neck - anxious to get it on. The overhead lighting shifted at random before leaving the arena completely devoid of light. The air would stand mixed with the welcomed lull of anticipation and a hint of audible silence . . .
Cue ’No Association’ - - Silverchair The hues of Crimson & Pearl would flicker at random from overhead, promoting the dedicated to herald the coming of their hero. The large 110" screen continued onward with its video presentation - An arcane anthology of career highlights and high spots. Suddenly, the volley of cheers, were amplified.
The blue haired God of War turned180 degrees toward the source of the jubilant disturbance - The strobe light-ridden ‘storm cloud underneath Atrium C. The Legacy Champion stood boldly within the midst before making his way through the turbulent sea of humanity . . .
” . . . And his opponent; He hails from the Kansai Prefecture of Osaka, Japan - - He is the current, reigning and defending LoC Legacy Champion - - Weighting in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds - - Ladies & Gentlemen; ‘The Athletic Freak of Nature’ KENSHIRO! INOGAMI!” His brocades were embroidered with large kanji symbols to compliment his customized Ensemble of War - Crimson & White with Obsidian Trim. Kenshiro walked off the barricade and unto the main announce position to stare into the eyes of his challenger. The entire Japanese cast knelt in his presence of their fellow countryman and his token of achievement.
The quartet of ring posts would spew a legion of lotus petals toward the heavens as the Legacy Championship ascended above the ninja’s brow. Sylo nodded in kind and sucked his teeth in return. The floral flurry continued to descend as The Ronin walked up the ring steps. He would perch himself atop the turnbuckles to free his greyish-white mane with the removal of his black fabric from his head - tossing it over back to the people.
Ninja hopped inside and draped the Legacy Championship along the canvas. He would assume the position of seiza. The Legacy Championship gleamed brilliantly underneath the lights before he handed the belt over to Mike Hunt. The massive titan watched his opposition stand erect, unwilling to remove his steely-eyed glare. Both championships were shown off by the referee before being handed off to the ringside personnel.
The fans were still buzzing as both men advanced toward the ring’s epicenter. Both standing four feet away from each other and Mike Hunt would continue with his preliminary spiel. Hunt motioned for both champions to shake hands and both parties stepped back two paces to garner an overwhelming response by the entire congregation.
DING!
DING!
DING! And so it began; This was for all the marbles. The crowd would emphasize this by trading freelanced chants for the sake of encouragement and adding more fuel to the fire. Neither champion moved until a few moments had elapsed.
Step for step, they would walk around slowly in a circle before aggressively sweeping around for another revolution. Together, they would creep forward before interlocking their fingers together. Eyes frenetically shifting, the two rivals would extend their free hands outward. Sylo would sent reeling from a swift Shin across his inner thigh.
Incensed, Sylo’s massive Right Hand would be blocked by the former XWF Champion. However, he was able to snatch one of Kenshiro’s brocades away in the process. The Midnight Assassin backed the monstrosity up slightly with a Spinning Side Kick to the Abdomen.
The Ronin took notice and quickly armed himself with the remaining brocade before casting its harness aside. The Legacy Champion crouched down slightly while spinning about to hit the Underground Champion across the mid section. Ninja immediately spun around to hit Sylo across the back with the makeshift weapon. The blue-haired leviathan stumbled forward yet was able to recover with a timely block. A Front Kick by the near four-hundred pound demon would promote Ninja to drop down to all fours - relieving him of his weapon.
Kenshiro reached for the prone battle flag but Sylo kicked it out of his reach. An Overhead Swing hit nothing but canvas as the nimble vagabond rolled to a kneeling posture. The former Super Beast’s home run swing sailed overhead as Ninja dodged the attack with The Matrix. The determined monster attempted a second Overhead Swing. Strike Two!
Kenshiro swivelled about and blasted the former PIW icon across the ear and forehead with two Forearm Strikes before trying to pry the weapon out of the giant’s hands. The seven-foot one -inch abomination brushed the ninja off his person with authority. The former XWF Champion reverse somersaulted himself to his feet to rest against the corner. The Ronin’s moments would be limited by the encroaching monster’s ability to gradually ‘cut off the ring’.
The One Man Wrecking Crew lunged forward to lance Kenshiro - The dexterous superstar sidestepped the blow to break the weapon in two before gaining some breathing room with a Swift Back Elbow to the bridge of his challenger’s Chin. Hammer Throw by Ninja. Sylo with the Reversal. The Athletic Freak of Nature sought to wrest back the momentum by Flair Flipping himself up and over unto the ring apron . . .
OOOHHHH! Sylo’s Running Yakuza Kick would send the streaking Ninja sailing off the apron to land ass-first along the steel barricades before spilling over into the crowd. The screaming multitudes scurried out of the way as the towering juggernaut climbed over the outside and began pulling the rails toward the ring.
Satisfied with his accomplishment, Sylo would roll himself back inside and measure his competition. The congregation were rising to their feet upon notice of the three-hundred and ninety-seven pound behemoth had gained some momentum . . .
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OOOOOHHHHH!
[h=2]. . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . [/h] The repetitive and ominous volley of promotional chants were cast toward both sprawled out superstars. A Super Heavyweight executing an Over the Top Rope Suicide Dive!? A double-edged sword? Yes but it had served its purpose in grounding his speedy counterpart. Their recovery would be gradual but The Georgia-bred archfiend would be the first to regain his footing. Get outta my way, *****!. . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! An airborne Chair would careen off the Midnight Assassin’s face to rest him against the rails. The former PIW Champion utilized a Power Clothesline to send Kenshiro tumbling back over to the padded earth. The Japanese export would begin crawling forward to regain his bearings. Kenshiro was shaken up but was able to regain his footing. However, the infamous Blue Bad Ass grabbed the ninja by the throat and choke slammed him against the steel pole! The Midnight Assassin would take a few moments to recollect himself. Meanwhile, his opponent was busy flipping the ring apron up and rummaging underneath for something. Ah! A Hockey Stick!
The Underground Champion rounded the corner to see his championship rival, twirling the recovered brocade about before assuming a defensive posture. Mexican Standoff. Both combatants would whip their hair back and inch their way forward. Clashing Sticks. Sylo displayed his power by forcing the ninja back a few paces.
A trio of Hockey Stick Jabs were off the mark, making Sylo a little frustrated - leaving him open to receive a Buzz Saw Kick to each calf. **** this game. One block by Sylo would afford him the opportunity to shove Kenshiro against the ring steps . . .
CRACK!
Ring Post . . . Nothing but wood! The fans were out of proximity as the weapon was reduced to mere splinters. The Ronin utilized a Drop Kick off the giant’s chest to reverse somersault atop the hallowed structure. A Front Kick would send the upper portion sailing dangerously close to his target’s knee cap. The Beast was now in hot pursuit. Ninja’s attempt to crown the tall brute with it would stand aborted as Sylo caught the weapon with one hand . . .
SSSSHHHH!
AAAAHHHH! The massive juggernaut’s head reared back wildly as a violent expulsion of smoke, escaped from the opening. Ninja released the button and cast the weapon aside. A deep howl would escape the monstrosity’s gaping maw was he swung about blindly. Kenshiro’s Open Palm Thrust slammed across the juggernaut’s jaw to send his hair flaring out wildly. A Spinning Back Hand Strike became the precursor to Ninja’s first aerial attack . . .
The Victimizer
Furious Leaping Wheel Kick) The impact shattered the titan’s equilibrium and forced him to wipe out both the timekeeper and his chair. A flurry of Punches and Stomps by Ninja fell without remorse until Kenshiro grabbed the monster by the hair and led him back toward the ring. Sylo crawled underneath the ropes as his opposition scaled his way to the crow’s nest. The Underground Champion was back up to a knee when he would be floored by a Leaping Side Kick off the turnbuckles.
The former 21w Millennium Champion pounced on the recovering big man and immediately cinched in a Buffalo Sleeper! Frantically, the Underground Champion would flail his arm about before grabbing unto his oppressor’s hair. Mike Hunt didn’t hesitate to verbally reprimand the ailing giant, forcing his release. Sylo’s arm hovered over the mat amidst the ongoing commotion throughout the stands. Referee Mike Hunt’s offer to concede would be met with muffled slurs and heavy fits of grunting.
The former PCW Rising Star Champion willed himself over to his stomach. Ninja would respond by grabbing the giant’s hair and dealing out several measured Cross Forearm Strikes. The coughing became sporadic yet the man-beast remained to fight his way toward the ropes. The crowd volume elevated notably as Kenshiro spun about and slapped on a Front Chancery - both feet were braced against the ropes for added resistance.
THUMP!
OOOHHH!
THUMP!
OOOHHH! Two calloused Knee Strikes would set Sylo on the defensive by covering up. His Left Arm remained hooked around the back of Ninja’s Knee. The Overhand Elbows were at random, determined to irritate & fish out another opportunity to apply his submission-based initiative. The Georgia resident’s strength allowed him to force Ninja through the ropes, hanging 3/4ths of the way off the ring apron.
Both champions would share a mutual reluctance to let go, leading Hunt to start his mandatory count. The count of two would be heard and Ninja sought to free himself with another knee to The Herculean superstar’s skull but to no avail. Ninja latched unto the monster’s hair to hang upside-down and began searching underneath the ring apron. Sylo reached over and latched onto Kenshiro’s lapel - trying to line him up to cave in his rib cage when Kenshiro arched himself back up & began stabbing his head with a Paint Scraper!
Sylo roared in utter anguish in trying to protect himself. However, his masked antagonist scrambled to his feet and dug the weapon deep above his eyebrow. The bleeding giant rested his head against the bottom rope but his hopes of respite were dashed by a Ninja K Ring Apron Leg Drop! Immediately, Ninja would summon two tables from underneath the ring before erecting a sturdy bridge – to the delight of the fans home and abroad.
A diminutive stream of crimson slid toward the corner of his mouth before the camera. The monstrosity rolled away from the ropes as Kenshiro waited patiently along the ring’s ledge. Along the ring apron, the Legacy Champion remained patient by crouching down slightly to the approval of the crowd. Sylo was up to a single knee when Ninja took flight with a Slingshot Lariat. . .
The sleeping giant would snap to attention . . .
Black Hole Slam into the Canvas! The paint scraper bounced out of Kenshiro’s hand before he lain along the mat, staring at the ceiling. Devoted followers of the Big Blue Destroyer cheered in delight as their deity snatched his opponent back to his feet and levelled the ninja with a Short Arm Clothesline! Still holding onto his arm, Sylo would send Ninja away with an Irish Whip to the nearest corner. The angry demon would pin his size twenty-two boot against the Kansai native’s throat before turning him inside out with a Short Arm Clothesline. Elbow Drop! Sylo with the Lateral Press . . .
ONE!
TW . . .
SHOULDER! The man-mountain slid to the outside and began delving deep underneath the ring for some Underground goodies. Garbage wrestling enthusiasts cheered as two Steel Chairs sailed over the top rope - - A loaded Garbage Can hit the canvas, allowing its contest to spread along the canvas; (4) Wooden Crutches, (2) Wooden TV dinner stands, (1) X Box and (1) Iron Board. Ninja was back to his feet - only to be greeted by an armed seven-foot demigod . . .
THOOM!
OOOHHH! Kenshiro threw his arm up to defend himself one millisecond too late. The ninja wobbled backward into the ropes before dropping to a knee but remained reluctant to lie down. Sylo would promptly place the Aluminium Cylinder over the ninja’s head. The Underground Champion looked out to the masses before . . .
THOOM!
OOOHHH! The ringside camera zeroed in on the massive fist print embedded along the trash can’s side. The ninja keeled over to his side and remained motionless. His Aluminium veil would be pried off him to allow Sylo to hook the leg deeply . . .
ONE!
TWO . . .
Ninja with the Kick Out! This didn’t sit well with the Underground Division’s Emperor and he would display this by stacking the two chairs atop the iron board and the LoC logo. The TV dinner stands. The crutches and video game console were cleared from the runway before Sylo grabbed Ninja by his hair - to let him rest on both knees.
Sylo with the Irish Whip yet Ninja walked up the ropes and took the big man off his feet with a Vaulting Head Scissors Takedown! A hint of blood coated several strands of the ninja’s hair as he rested on his stomach. His near four-hundred pound rival remained busy shaking the cobwebs from his head before standing himself erect. The former Super Beast was back up and cinched Ninja up for Full Nelson Slam . . . Mule Kick to the Nuts! A shaken Kenshiro stumbled with haste to arm himself with one of the Wood Crutches . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The remnants of the Wood Crutch flew from being slammed against the side of Sylo’s neck. The resourceful ninja quickly grabbed the closest thing to him and slung it toward Sylo’s face . . .CLANG! The Steel Chair staggered the monster back a few paces yet refused to fall back . . .CLANG! Kenshiro's swing of the second chair left a prominent dent in it. Big Boy dropped down to a knee and drunkenly latched unto the ropes. Kenshiro slammed the weapon down before making use of his pivot . . .
The Burning Eclipse
Furious Standing Back Flip Kick) The impact of the kick would send the giant sliding to a heap within the nearest corner. Ninja would visually account for the tools lain before him before slowly looking at his dazed opponent. The fans knew he was up to something and dared him to follow through. The Innovative Superstar erected both chairs before placing the iron board upside down atop each seat. Allotting himself some running room, Kenshiro would launch the makeshift missile with a Swift Dropkick . . .
OOOOOHHHHHH! Sylo’s jaw remained agape as the streaming projectile slammed deeply against his exposed sternum. The roar of the crowd would make the colour commentary partially audible to the viewers at home. The Underground Champion keeled over to his side as Kenshiro shoved the iron board away and grabbed both of his legs to drag him away from the ropes . . .
COVER!
ONE!
TWO! Sylo with the Gorilla Press! Ninja shook his head while regaining his vertical base. The Osaka native reared back and unloaded with a Snap Kick to the former A! Wrestling superstar’s head, keeping him down on all fours. Kenshiro leaped unto his back to apply a Beast Choker!
Struggling against the amassed pressure, the former Action! Wrestling superstar steadied himself before staggering to his feet. A handful of greyish-white hair would afford him some stability to slam Ninja spine-first against the corner. The enigmatic ninja flashed a stern grimace yet refused to break the hold. Spinal re-alignment - - Underground style; Take Two.
The second impact prompted the ninja to retaliate with random Kesagiri Chops and Elbows to the base of Sylo’s neck. The aberrant Blue Terror continued to stumble about before running full-speed backwards into the turnbuckles - sandwiching Kenshiro with authority!
OOOOHHHH! A mixed bag of assorted groans would be heard as the Legacy Champion crossed both arms over his mid section. Sylo shook his scruffy mane before pulling himself to the outside - grabbing Ninja’s leg and dragging him to the outside as well. Pinned against the ring apron, Kenshiro would remain on the receiving end of several measured Shoulder Blocks before being tortured by a Kneeling Bear Hug!
Ninja would extend his arms outward in agony before eventually bracing his forearm against his rival’s chin. The fight for some breathing room continued with a succession of Bell Claps to help set him free. (4x) Head Butts yet the Underground Champion was still hanging on.
Thumbs to the eyes! The Big Blue Machine shielded his eyes from being carved out and released his nimble challenger. Both champions were left proverbially ‘licking their wounds’ yet it would be the Legacy Champion who was the first to recover. The Kansai Ambassador vaulted off the ropes and floored the big man with a Spinning Heel Kick to the Face!
Double Leg Nelson for the Pin!
ONE!
TWO! With great power, comes an even greater sense of responsibility. However, as Sylo whipped his legs over, Kenshiro landed and swiftly locked the former PIW superstar into a Texas Cloverleaf Submission! The congregation were on their feet as the tall menace frantically screamed in defiance. Mike Hunt would continue to monitor Sylo’s will to continue as he began crawling his way toward the ropes. Eventually, Sylo would seek respite along the ropes – forcing Kenshiro to break the submission hold on the count of three.
Moments later, both champions were crawling back to their feet and at it again. An Overhand Slap across the Chest garnered a vocal tribute to the Nature Boy. The Leaning Tower of Sylo was just that, prompting Kenshiro to haul off with a Discus Open Palm Strike to the Chin. The modern-day Goliath slumped against the ropes, only to wobble back to a weakened vertical base. The Legacy Champion would proceed to shoot over to the ropes and return with a Back Handspring Elbow . . .
WHAM!!
OOOHHH! Sylo’s caught him and nearly broke Ninja in half with a Full Nelson Back Breaker! Kenshiro would push off on both legs, unwilling to rest along his ailing back. Sylo with Lateral Press! . . . (1) . . . (2) . . . Kick Out! This was beginning to piss him off. The Underground Champion began kicking some of the debris aside – to clear some room to destroy his opposition.
The Blue Oni would grab the Japanese sheep by the hair and taunt him with a ‘slashing throat’ gesture before flinging him up & over unto the table bridge with another Clothesline. Sylo stepped over the ropes and carefully balanced his weight atop the narrow yet sturdy obstruction. The Underground Champion would consult the jury; Thumbs Up? The cheers lacked intensity but the crowd became louder as he drew the thumb down. It was official - the people had spoken.
The flurry of flashbulbs danced at random as Sylo hoisted Ninja up unto his shoulders. Being the primal animal he was groomed to be, he’d stick his tongue out before whipping Ninja into his anticipated Death Spiral . . .
SMASH!!
OOOHHH! Bad intentions led to a major miscalculation for Sylo’s Systematic Shutdown had been counted by a swift Diamond Cutter! Underneath their combined weight, the makeshift bridge shattered upon impact. Camera Four panned in for a closer view – both respective champions were rendered heavily immobile underneath the rubble. Two minutes had elapsed before Ninja began stirring in place. He would wave off the referee before pulling himself back inside the ring. Twenty seconds later, Sylo was still on the ground yet mobile.
Having grown tired of waiting for the man-beast, Ninja head outside to confront his would confront this demon head-on. The towering powerhouse would be subject to a hard flick to his Adam’s apple - a maneuver that left him desperately hacking for air while clutching his throat. Ninja reached into the ring to get a hold of the nearest TV dinner stand . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! Direct hit across the Forehead. One slight problem - - The Monster was still on his feet. Kenshiro believed that he had the remedy for that . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The weapon fell apart after hitting Sylo squared across the Forehead. All seven-plus feet of Sylo would come to rest against the rails. Some fans booed with the presence of in response to the cheap ‘quality’ of Hardcore Weaponry. **** it - The ninja snatched out the announce podium monitor closest to him. Alright, now we were in business . . .
CRUNCH!
OOOHHH! The blue titan slumped over the protective barricades before being pushed over into the crowd. Ninja climbed in after him and the brawling duo would gradually blaze a trail away from ringside. LoC security were standing by as Sylo used a Biel Throw on Ninja to wipe out several sections of chairs like dominoes. The surrounding inhabitants remained hyped up as the Blue Meanie hoisted Ninja into the air for a Power Bomb . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The One Man Killing Spree’s plans were nullified with a crowning Chair Shot! Sylo was slow to recover, allowing Ninja to slam the same weapon against his counterpart’s knee. The limp was obvious on the Underground Champion. Together, both challengers had taken the fight toward the north-eastern side of the arena. Chair shot after chair shot, Ninja would lean his prey against the arena wall. Ninja shooed away the lemmings to secure a little running room . . .
YEAAAAH!
. . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The Tiger Wall Flip by Ninja would induce blood to spill from Sylo’s lip yet upon landing, the six time Hardcore Champion managed to seize a Chair and hurl it into his foe’s visage in one fluid motion. The Blue Colossus melted to a seated posture. The return of the ninja’s fan base motivated him to grab Sylo’s hair and lead him up the stairway.
The Georgian Gargantuan would recover & shift the momentum with a Knee to Ninja’s Abdomen. A succession of Knee Lifts were for just ****s & giggles. Everyone were drawn to their feet as Sylo wrapped his hand around Ninja’s throat. Ninja’s churning of his legs did little to help him during his fall from grace . . .
. . . .
CRASH!!!
OOOOOHHHHH! A Choke Slam from a height of 15 feet? The concession area tables didn’t stand a chance. The Human Weapon of Mass Destruction looked among his subjects and nodded in appreciation. Sylo’s arms would extend outward to help fan the praises of divine fecal matter.
Hessian’s protégée grabbed the Legacy Champion by his leg and collar to fling him unto his massive shoulder. The limp had lessened as he approached the railings. Keith Kane and Tony Stone were heavily entrenched within their personal argument as Sylo cleared the obstruction and pushed his fallen adversary through the ropes.
A Lateral Press by Sylo and it would be all academic from here . . .
ONE!
TWO!
THR . . .YEAHHHH!! How?! A menacing scowl would remain tattooed along Sylo’s face, leading Mike Hunt to scurry out of his proximity. An angry snort by the muscular beast and Sylo would return to the outside for more weaponry. Ninja would continue stirring about, determined to regain his senses.
A massive pop spewed forth from the extreme wrestling demographic as Sylo dragged out a table from the ring’s underbelly. Moments later, a wooden bridge would stand erected for the intent of sheer malice. Another table would sail over and actually land atop Ninja’s forearm – leaving him to roll over and adamantly clutch it to protect it from further harm. Sylo used his massive boot to stomp some air out of Ninja before snatching him back to his feet.
A gift-wrapped Box and Grey Box Cutter would be placed near the turnbuckle as Sylo re-entered the kill zone. The diligent giant would slam the table atop his prone adversary before leaning it against the opposing turnbuckle.
Gee, I wonder what Santa brought Sylo for Christmas? Sylo would cut a hole in the package and begun to pour thousands upon thousands of thumbtacks near the center of the ring. The fans continued buzzing as Sylo cast the box away and began to spread out the tacks evenly with his foot.
Mission accomplished - now for that pesky ninja . . . The Midnight Assassin began hitting some retaliatory strikes on his behalf. A vast array of martial arts attacks would set the big man off balance. The Massive One somehow recovered and stunned Kenshiro with a European Uppercut. Latching unto his tunic, Sylo would save Ninja from falling atop the tacks.
Why? The Blue & Black Demon had an ulterior motive . . .
Kane: “Sylo with the Irish Whip . . . Blood Lust . . .(audible pop from crowd) OOOOHHH! MY GOD!!”
Stone: I know that ****’s gotta hurt . . . The limber ninja dropsaulted his way out of the juggernaut’s clutches and left him, writhing within a pile of sharpened thumbtacks! The ringside camera zoomed in to see Sylo’s face, marred with sheer anguish. The involuntary seizures managed to send the loose tack back to the canvas. He would painfully struggle to regain his footing until his Japanese counterpart grabbed him by the hair to stand him erect . . .
OOOHHH!
The Singapore Spine Crusher
(A Double Knee Back Breaker) An ailing Sylo arched his back in an exaggerated fashion before collapsing to his side. Gingerly, Ninja would rest on all fours before standing himself erect. A handful of Sylo’s hair and Osaka’s prodigal son came out teeing off with a battery of savage Kicks to the man-beast’s face. The Teal Terror remained held up between Dream Street and Concussion Boulevard as he used the ropes to stand . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! A Chair Shot between the eyes left Sylo leaning. Ninja would still favour his back briefly and managed to observe his surroundings before unfolding the chair. Determined to waste the three-hundred pound behemoth, Kenshiro sped off toward the opposing ropes.
Welcome to Kamikaze Airlines Flight 187; You’re cleared for take off . . .
[ 1 Chair + 1 Over the Top Rope Spinning Head Scissors Takedown = The Equivalent of a Six Car Pile Up ] The bodies literally hit the floor, leaving both superstars immobile for several moments. Marks, great and small, continued to rally behind their appointed saviour in the aftermath. The Underground Champion gnashed his teeth while clutching his leg intently as Kenshiro, landed soundly against the pavement.
Both champions eventually were back up and exchanging power strikes with one another. Sylo managed to deflect Ninja’s Open Palm Strike and prepare him for a Power Bomb of some kind.
However, the catch-as-catch-can specialist retaliated by swinging his leg counter-clockwise & slamming his padded foot against Sylo’s teeth to release him. A 72-mph Snap Kick made standing a difficult endeavour for the hampered Underground Champion.
Ninja’s Vengeful Spirits attack peppered the giant’s body with precision - only to lean a pissed off titan against the ring apron. Ninja’s attempt to hit a Spinning Roundhouse Kick left him open to be caught and shoved forcibly against the barricades.
Sylo with the Running Lariat . . .
OOOHHH! The civilian populace scattered like roaches as the near four-hundred pounder was cast over the rails with a Leg Hook Back Body Drop Suplex better known as The Bushido Bomb! The Tower of Unadulterated Malice remained sprawled out along the lukewarm pavement. Ninja collapsed back to the floor to rest briefly before crawling next to the ring.
A resounding pop rose to the surface as the Legacy Champion dragged a Ladder out of his makeshift toy box. Sylo was able to reclaim his footing - in time to partially block the Steel Battering Ram, speeding toward his face. The Underground Champion staggered backward and fell as the ninja quickly retrieved the elongated projectile. Kenshiro would brace the Ladder against the erect Black Pole before crouching down near the barricades.
The Ronin’s target was back to his feet, bleeding profusely. He was busy wiping the blood from his eye - when Ninja leapt unto the railing and dove at his opposition with a Senton. The masses stood in awe as Sylo was able to reclaim his equilibrium and hoisting the Legacy Champion atop his shoulders. The man-beast remained intent to convert his foe into a Human Lawn Dart but the ninja had other plans . . .
SMACK!
OOOOOHHHHH!
HOLY ****! . . . HOLY ****! . . . HOLY ****! . . . HOLY ****! . . . Ninja’s Hurricanrana forced Sylo’s head to careen off the barricades with authority. The former PCW superstar howled as he buried his face with both hands – landing soundly along the pavement. In return, his opponent would angrily clutch his shin - dragging himself away from the partially sturdy obstruction after Sylo. Reddish-coloured spit flew out of the goliath’s mouth as he groggily pushed his way through the crowd.
The man-beast was angry and he made it evident as he snatched Kenshiro up and hurling him several feet away with a wild Two-Handed Toss. Ninja slid seven feet further along the pavement to topple over a handful of civilians. Sylo slid his forearm over his lips to absorb the blood before zeroing in on both Ninja & the Audio Visual scaffold.
Kenshiro was quick to arm himself with a chair and swung it in self-defence. Sylo’s fist collided with the Steel and bent the seat out of proportion. The man-beast used both a Hammer Throw and Kenshiro to clear off the A/V table. Electronic equipment and sparks were strewn all over the place before the screaming fans. A/V personnel were quick to get out of the Monster’s way.
Fists balled up, Sylo would continue scaring the nosy bystanders from his vicinity. He would use his massive boot to wipe out a large vertical speaker. His search for Kenshiro became futile as he was nowhere in sight. Sylo’s head meticulously searched the landscape and slid the table aside but to no avail. ****ing coward . . .
CRUNCH! Ninja flew out of nowhere to bash Sylo’s skull in with another television monitor. The seven-footer staggered backward and waved his arms in a circular motion to remain erect. Kenshiro threw the monitor against the floor and spied one of the rolling sound carts. A bit of innovation made itself evident with a swift Dropkick to it to force Sylo to land face-first against the pavement. Again with the Knee - only a bit more serious. Sylo would muster himself up to lift and chuck the wheeled cart at Kenshiro, who would deftly side-step the projectile.
LoC security sought to intervene by widening the barrier surrounding both champions as Ninja ordered some off the staff members to situate two tables together. Another monitor shot to the head would place him comfortably numb upon the makeshift altar. Dragon Clutch Submission! The intensity of Sylo’s grip would lessen as time went by until his arm fell limp off the table’s ledge. The Legacy Champion wasn’t satisfied . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! Ninja would cast the chair aside before slipping through the sea of attentive civilians. Cameras Five and One were busy monitoring the announce broadcast position and trying to pinpoint the Midnight Assassin’s whereabouts.
Tony: “Oh My God. . . .Sylo appears to be out of it . . .”
Kane: “We are trying to see where Ninja is going . . .
Stone, Look at this; He’s . . .he’s climbing up the Audio Visual scaffold!”
Tony: “What the . . .?! That’s nearly thirty feet high and . . .No ****ing Way . . .We’ve got security climbing up after him in hopes of getting him down.” *Mic Static.*
Camera One would offer a panned out view of the platform that Kenshiro was occupying. Fans were hungry for the big plunge. The sky lit up with brilliant bulb flashes as he soared from the lofty heights - throwing caution to the wind . . .
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[h=3]CRASH![/h] Visually, his body disappeared out of view before the sickening collision could be heard from such distances. The Kansai Comet hit, summoning an arena-wide eruption. Fists pumping as sheer bedlam had overtaken the crowd. Various chants ran into each other - spanning from LoC to praising a holy yet highly promiscuous turd of lore.
At ground level, Sylo remained buried within the accumulated wreckage. His Japanese rival had lain prostrate, a few feet away along the floor. Several minutes would elapse and neither man were able to get back up. The medical staff were determined to fight through the emphatic mosh pit before eventually reaching the crash site. Security did their best to ward off the wild patrons but their authority fell to the faithful republic.
Both champions were being body surfed away from the scaffold’s proximity. The LoC muscle wrestled their way in pursuit of both superstars, solidifying their apparent loss of control. Kenshiro would recollect himself in order to command the fans to release him - His focus remained on getting his hands on Sylo but he would become submerged within the living tidal wave.
Fans were rocking the medical van out of sheer amusement while some fans climbed on top of it, extending middle fingers and having a good time. The Super Beast had drifted pact Atrium B before being lofted away from the encroaching authorities. The groggy giant was slow to recover, favouring his rib cage and unable to control his direction.
Under his direction, the people would deliver Kenshiro near the ringside area - allowing him to walk off the announce table and roll inside the ring. Target acquired. A mild grimace flashed across his visage as he readied himself atop the turnbuckles. . .
OOOHHH! Kane and Stone were muttering something but Ninja’s Diving Somersault Flip into the crowd, nullified it all a dead issue. An estimated twenty people would be toppled over in the process as both superstars became engulfed by the swirling depths . . .
[h=3] . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .[/h] The men in Black were able to eventually locate and help escort both champions back toward the ringside area. It took some work to roll Sylo back into the ring but it happened. Kenshiro would ignore the deafening ambiance to drape his arm over Sylo’s chest . . .
[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] THREE!!?????![/h] The fans were on their feet as Sylo managed to jerk over to his right side. A menacing stare would burn a hole through the official’s brain housing group. A brief yet inaudible argument ensued between them before Ninja pulled himself up to the crow’s nest and caught air on the rising monstrosity . . .
. . . . . . . . A Dragonrana by Ninja! Sylo held onto the ropes for dear life and refused to budge. In return, Legacy Champion grabbed a handful of hair and started laying in some serious punches to Sylo’s face! Ninja would fall to the canvas and quickly push off the turnbuckle - adding some momentum for a Tornado DDT! However, The hulking monstrosity cast him off, sending him spiralling back to the canvas hard.
Kane: This capacity crowd is losing its collective mind as both men are down. Ninja is back to his feet . . .What the hell! (An audible sound of a wooden table being rendered to bits)
Stone: (massive pop in the background) OH MY GOD! Sylo just drove him through the table with The Slaughter! Both champions are still down yet Sylo would fight against the fatigue and drag Kenshiro’s lifeless body away from the wreckage. The potent mixture of adrenaline and blood caused him to stagger and fall backwards before turning Ninja over and draping his arm across his chest . . .
[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] THREE!!!???!?!?!?[/h] The towering menace remained dumbfounded as the Legacy Champion was able to cheat death. The shredded lumber would become trampled by his massive boots before being tossed in the pile of two chairs and the lone iron board.
He would assume a kneeing posture, patiently waiting for him to reclaim his footing. The ninja would fight tirelessly to stand himself up. Sylo was quick to place him atop his shoulders. A quick throat slashing gesture led to Ninja’s downward spiral . . .
WHAM!
SYSTEMATIC SHUTDOWN! Kenshiro painfully contorted his slender frame from the impact as Sylo rested on both knees to take in the everything. His crimson mask began flaking off as he rolled Ninja over and covered him . . .
[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!![/h] Reluctant to accept this reality, the PIW alumnus balled up his taped fists and roared toward the heavens. A flurry of knuckles would rain down on his opponent’s face before shooting to his feet and stomping the living hell out of The Ronin’s chest in frustration. Wobbling toward the ropes, Sylo would leave the ring and drag one of the tables and a small bag into the crowd.
The Blue Demon would stand it erect at a ninety-degree angle before pulling out a bottle of lighter fluid. The Legacy Champion would continue stirring about as the seven-footer heavily saturated the table before setting it ablaze. The Monster ignored the cheering fans and set his sights on the Crimson Emperor. Sylo would allow Ninja to grab unto his torn pants, motioning his to get his ass up.
Something wasn’t right! The massive man-mountain unleashed a guttural roar as Kenshiro began jamming a narrow spike above Sylo’s Knee! The former Super Beast fell backward and frantically slugs his opposition with a Right Hands - buying him time to shatter a crutch over Kenshiro’s Spine!
Ninja had literally just signed his death warrant as Sylo hobbled back to a vertical base and used the ropes to apply more weight to his Asphyxiation Submission Hold. Hobbling away, Sylo would clear the ring of the assorted rubbish before dropping the rising ninja with a solid Right Hand.
Kane: Sylo is a man possessed! What is he doing? He’s got hanging Ninja upside-down . . .(An arena-wide eruption from the stands) HOLY ****! Sylo drove Kenshiro chest-first atop the vast pile of Thumbtacks with the Dominator! The ninja would painfully recoil from being made into a human pin cushion. Sylo allowed him to suffer without a shred of remorse before grabbing him by the hair . . .
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CRASH!!!
OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH! Kane and Stone dove under the table as Ninja sailed overhead before smashing through the flaming obstruction. Ringside personnel were quick to hurdle over the barricades and cover Kenshiro with a flame-retardant blanket. The blood-thirsty crowd would verbally and physically pay homage to the Teal God of War. The crowd went ape ****.
Rolling underneath the ropes, Sylo would hobble his way over toward his fallen foe. He would clear the barricades and shove any and everyone out of his way before balling Ninja up in the blanket and dumping it atop the announce table. He would rip off the fabric and roll Ninja back inside before covering him with a Lateral Press . . .
[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] THREE!!!!![/h] A demonic stare would enter the camera’s view as the bell had been sounded. A defeated ninja would tremble underneath his partially singed gi as the man-beast keeled over to his side.
”YOUR WINNER . . .AND NEEEEEEEEEEW AND UNDISPUTED LEGACY CHAMPION!! [h=3]SYLO!!!”[/h] However, his concern remained placed on his ailing knee before rolling unto his back. His eyes drew shut and stare at the lights to fully absorb the moment - Sylo had officially became the flag bearer for LoC. Kenshiro would roll over and painfully fight to stand himself up via assistance of the ring ropes.
Backstage, Trev Echo would snap his pen in disbelief. Mace would shake his head, reluctant to accept what had taken place. The feeling remained virtually mutual from most of the boys in the back as the faces looked on in disbelief. Scott Riktor sighed and merely shut his television off.
Winner: Sylo via Pinfall.
NO HONOR AMONG THIEVES
Taken back to the ring, the arena would be serenaded with Sylo’s theme music. This was his night of achievement. Pyro continued blasting from the ceiling and the confetti fell from the heavens. Ninja would steady himself before standing. Referee Mike Hunt would retrieve both belts, waiting to present them to the undisputed champion. However, Kenshiro would snatch the Legacy Championship out of Hunt’s hands. Sylo stood on the defensive of this act. Neither man spoke for several moments.
Ninja would end the stare down by extending the Legacy Championship forward. Sylo hesitated and stared at both the belt and Ninja before solemnly accepting it.
The Monster nodded and cradled both belts against his chest as Kenshiro nodded before slinging his arm over Hunt’s shoulder to exit the ring. A round of applause was in order. . . .
’Paint It Black’ - - The Rolling Stones The infamous ‘boo-birds’ were legion upon recognition of the musical introduction. The black-hearted president appeared with a confident stride. Accompanied by Laurie, Mystique and Angelique, he would reward both men with a round of applause - beaming with a **** eating grin.
From the backstage area, the Faction were out in force. They managed to slip through the crowd and surround the entire ring. Both Ninja and Sylo stood back to back, eager to ward off Black Tom’s forces.
Jonathan Conspiracy would be the first to post himself atop the ring steps. Malik and Khadafi would pound their fists, encouraging on the promise of a beat down. Penance would follow Duzza to stand guard in front of the announce table. Chavez would approach the squared circle and placed both hands on his hips, sneering at both men. Black Tom entered the ring first, still applauding.
"Well, boys, that was one helluva match there, wundn't it?" Seeking the approval of the Faction, Tom would get it in the form of another round of applause. "That's what I call a Main Event! You two boys look like hell! Least like you been through hell. Can't say I'm surprised by that after watching the show y'all two just put on. Damn...that was good stuff!"
So, now that y'all know how I feel 'bout yer match I got jus' one more thing to say to y'all. Good luck."
The wolves surrounding the ring attacked. Sylo would cast both belts aside and floored both Khadafi and Roland respectively. Meanwhile, Ninja would repel JCON with a Side Kick to the Jaw. A Forearm Shiver knock Duzza off the ring apron before going toe to toe with Ray Chavez. The fans were on their feet as the two heros were holding their own against the evil coalition. The chants of LOC were abundant as Penance and Sylo were exchanging punches with one another.
Penance was knocked backward after receiving a stern Right Hook to the Jaw! Kenshiro had finished warding off the former Relentless Champion before trading punches with Conspiracy. Duzza would return with a Chair yet Sylo was quick to snatch the weapon out of his hand. The conniving manager cowered in fear as Sylo raised the weapon over his head . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The fans’s jaws dropped as Sylo laid Ninja would with a shot between the shoulder blades. Ray Chavez stood in dismay as the new Legacy Champion slammed the weapon down against the canvas. The heat index dramatically shifted to the negative as the seven-footed swept his hair back and stood over his crawling prey. His menacing sneer told it all - - Everybody bought into the hero bit.
[h=3]”YOU SOLD OUT!” (x 20)[/h] Ray looked around and noticed his Faction brethren reluctant to jump on the man-beast. His eyes would shift toward Black Tom’s, who sent his girls in to join in the fray. Both Tag Team Champions were finished stomping on Ninja before allowing Angelique to slap him across the face. All the announce positions were relaying to the viewing audience about the recent travesty unraveling before their very eyes.
Chavez approached Black Tom and demanded some answers. Black Tom raised the microphone to his lips but when he noticed his lovely daughter coming up beside him he chose to wrap her arm around her instead. Slipping her the mic he told Ray that perhaps Laurie could explain things better.
"Ray," Laurie began, "It wasn't always gonna be like this. I want you to know that right off the bat, m'kay? We were jus' makin' sure that if you screwed up again, which you did, we'd be ready for it."
Chavez was outraged, "So you cut a deal with SYLO?"
"Oh...no, sugar. No that we had planned from the beginning. I was talkin' bout this."
The public were groaning as Laurie kneed Chavez square in the nuts. Malik shoved Chavez toward a rearmed Super Beast, who would leave him staggering with a violent Chair Shot! Penance would be the first to seize him and spike him into the canvas with his patented Sit Out Crucifix Power Bomb!
Sylo would rest himself against the neutral corner while Duzza placed the chair over Raymond’s visage. JCON gave the crowd the ‘high sign’ before leaping off the top rope . . .
The Conspiracy Theory The spurned outcast’s leg would convulse wildly long after the impact. The Faction were unashamed to praise both former PIW Champions. The women were left out to patrol the ringside area as Black Tom stood over his former general.
Backstage, the cameras would monitor each locker room. The adamant beating of the sealed hatch would prove futile as each assigned room were barricaded by various unattended forklifts. Meanwhile, Khadafi would knock Kenshiro off his knees with a Yakuza Kick to the Face. Duzza would hold to ropes down for Black Tom to enter at his leisure.
Tom leaned over the man he once called "the son he never had" and addressed him as such, "Son. Can you hear me, boy? If you can hear me I want you to know that I don't hate you. I don't hate anybody. Then again...yeah...I do hate you. I hate anyone who jus' can't get the damn job done. Finish him off, boys. Get this piece of garbage outta the ring. He ain't good enough to be in it to begin with."
An embittered Kenshiro pounced on Tom Willimas – intended to snuff out his life with both hands. The fans rallied for Black Tom's head on a platter. The evil consortium would respond almost immediately as they eagerly pried Tom's assailant off of him and swarmed him within a maelstrom of bad intentions.
Ali would send Kenshiro staggering backwards with an Uppercut – right into the JCON's clutches to cinch in The Attention Getter - - The Crippler Cross Face. Kenshiro's muffled screams could be heard as he desperately clawed at Sylo's boots. The War Machine did nothing but kick his hand away.
Angelique pushed her way through the mob and presented Khadafi with a set of Handcuffs, who would use them to bind the ninja's hands behind his back. Black Tom managed to unruffled his feathers and inaudibly order his soldiers to **** him up.
Malik stepped in to grab Kenshiro by the hair and hoist him up into the Mammoth Stretch before dropping him soundly against the canvas. Roland would order his brothers to prepare the table near the ring. Laurie giggled in delight as a bloody ninja, laid writhing at her feet – right before she kicked him in the face.
Penance would step forward, leading the Faction members to fall back. The masked juggernaut seized Kenshiro by the throat to stand him erect before hurling him straight to hell with an Over the Top Rope Choke Slam through the table! The fallen Emperor was no more.
The LoC collective remained despondent from the violent aftermath. On every television, they were all witnessing the very thing many were afraid that would come to fruition. Natalia would hide her tears as she held Max Hopper close.
Callie and Tyke shook their heads in unison as Billows gnarled both fists while fuming in silence. The new blood looked among each other, wondering what this all would mean. Even Brandon Thomas would remain speechless in the privacy of his dressing room.
The Legacy Comissioner buried his face in his hands. The image of would be burned into memory before Buck Logan shut off the plasma; An undisputed champion, standing along the ring apron with both championships, held in his outstretched arms, backed by the Faction in celebration. The unconscious remains of Riktor's faith, strewn within the remains of a shattered table. . .
Fade to Black
Or Die Trying:
Ninja K (Legacy Champion) vs. Sylo (Underground Champion) in LoC's first and only unification match.
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“Do not be wary of men who take risks with title and lands. Be wary of men who have nothing to lose.”
- The Tao of Shinsei
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Orlando, Florida - - A refreshing south-western breeze swept undauntedly through every stretch of vegetation under the watchful gaze of an ominous full moon. The Arena of Champions stood erect beyond the reach of several congested parking lots - an architectural masterpiece by design.
In hindsight, the lead announce team of Keith Kane and Anthony Stone, exchanged opinionated commentary amongst themselves while respectfully addressing the viewers at home. The sounds of “The Hand That Feeds” by NIN cued up briefly during the visual transition to welcome the viewers back with an angled bird’s eye view within. The PPV banners nestled comfortably along the rafters and across several key positions throughout.
Cue Camera One for Ground Zero. A buxom band of beauties brandished their promotional tatted halter tops in earnest. The civilian populace were amped up and the homemade signs were help up by the thousands. The ongoing volley of cheers were rolling as the animated head-to-head vignette had been cued up;
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Sylo - - The undisputed King of the Underground was busy gnashing his teeth while turning his head toward the undisputed Retainer of the Legacy Championship. His eyes radiated with several luminescent hues of blue.
The Underground Championship gleamed arrogantly atop his left shoulder. His savage expression subsided in exchange for an intense game face while flexing his muscles intently. Teeth gnashing against one another in such a primal fashion.
Kenshiro Inogami aka Ninja K - - The reigning Legacy Champion’s body language conveyed nothing other than silent intensity and an unwavering sense of focus. Fully swathed in his customized ninja attire, the Japanese vagabond would quietly stare back into the eyes of the opposition.
The LoC Championship shimmered brilliantly atop his right shoulder. The Ronin’s greyish-white mane swept graciously across his stoic visage. The Legacy Champion would nod solemnly and pat his hand against the faceplate before turning his head toward the camera.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - Respectively, Cameras Ten, Seven and Four would exchange brief footage of every commissioned LoC figurehead;
Scott Riktor remained focused on the large Plasma screen television within the confides of his office. He would stand accompanied by both Mace Williams and his esteemed deputy, Big Buck Logan.
The Underground Commissioner, Trevor Echo, remained holed away in his place of business. His forefinger and thumb rested against his lips, concerned of personal reasons of his own. Five of his burly bodyguards were siting among two leather couches, allowing him to watch the following events unfold in peace.
A scowling Jonathan Conspiracy merely leaned against the wall with both arms crossed over his chest. The conniving old Texan fired up a nice Cuban and exhaled before leaning back in his leather recliner.
The Latin American demographic were brought up to speed with the help of Javier Santana and Lena Hernandez as the video still was removed. Camera Three zoomed in on a random fan’s sign, addressed to a rival promotion before switching over toward the ring;
No
Body’s
Watching
Ladies & Gentlemen; It’s time for your MAIN! EVENT! This contest will be scheduled for one fall and it is an Underground Rules Match for both the LoC Underground and Legacy Championships! The assorted chants were tossed to and fro throughout the arena as the ring announcer promptly removed himself out of the ring. Referee Mike Hunt would privately confer with the ringside personnel before making his return inside the squared circle. The lights slowly faded away and allowed the roaring republic the freedom to rule vice of the Arena of Champions.
The colours of Sapphire, Pearl and Tar Heel Blue would flicker throughout the massive state-of-the-art amphitheatre. ’Pet’(Super Beast remix) - - A Perfect Circle would serve as the fuse for a powder keg of nothing but sheer euphoria.
Legacytron - - { A turbulent storm cell swept menacingly over an unfamiliar metropolis. Its inhabitants were legion, all running for safety but would find none. Buildings would be ravaged and reduced to rubble by streaks of lightning - at random. The view would be pulled upward toward the swirling maw of the storm. }
{ Various video captions of his killing spree would be displayed along the narrow corridor before eventually becoming entranced by a burning set of radiant Blue Pupils. The acoustic ‘eye of the storm’ had passed with the massive set of bluish-white spires of flame, setting the entire staging area ablaze. Unbeknownst to the crowd, a sealed circular hatch in the floor, had opened on cue.}
The ascension of a massive silhouette solidified the premise of Sylo’s rise from the proverbial abyss. The Underground Champion stood encircled by the flames - both arms extended outward to accommodate his mighty roar to milk the moment for all it was worth.
The flames were extinguished and the man-beast was on the move. A hearty swig of water down his gullet and the seven-foot juggernaut would douse his head before casting the bottle into the crowd . . .
”Introducing First; Weighting in at three-hundred and ninety-seven pounds - - Currently residing within the vast confides of Georgia . . . Standing at a towering seven feet and one inch - - He is the Number One contender for the LoC Legacy Championship and stands as the current, reigning and defending LoC Underground Champion - - Ladies and Gentlemen; THIS! IS! SYLO!” The former PIW Champion had cleared the top rope and lumbered over toward the nearest turnbuckle to brandish his prize before the masses. The Monster’s showcasing of his Underground Championship and his Black Sleeveless ‘Super Beast’ T-shirt would end after all four corners had been attended to.
For a moment, he would climb down and stand motionless to stare at its radiant surface before handing it off to Senior Referee Mike Hunt. His musical intro would conclude during his preliminary tugging of the ropes and session of hopping in place. The more intimate details of his administration were briefly broadcasted in various languages to the secular audience at home.
Hit the lights. The beat of Orient bellowed from overhead as a troupe of dancing geishas - - all adorned with silk robes with elaborate floral patterns and colours. Together, they would float their way toward and around the squared circle. The Underground Champion watched in silence from the ring’s epicentre as the extravagant dancers would entice the crowd with their combined beauty and grace.
The rhythmic Japanese orchestra would govern their synchronized Fan Dance and the various acrobats exhibiting their craft in sync with the music. Streamers would be cast over the guardrails at random by the acrobats to keep the crowd buzzing. The dancing troupe struck various poses as the music stopped, leaving the arena walls overwhelmed by red lighting.
Sylo would continue wringing his wrists and popping the bones in his neck - anxious to get it on. The overhead lighting shifted at random before leaving the arena completely devoid of light. The air would stand mixed with the welcomed lull of anticipation and a hint of audible silence . . .
Cue ’No Association’ - - Silverchair The hues of Crimson & Pearl would flicker at random from overhead, promoting the dedicated to herald the coming of their hero. The large 110" screen continued onward with its video presentation - An arcane anthology of career highlights and high spots. Suddenly, the volley of cheers, were amplified.
The blue haired God of War turned180 degrees toward the source of the jubilant disturbance - The strobe light-ridden ‘storm cloud underneath Atrium C. The Legacy Champion stood boldly within the midst before making his way through the turbulent sea of humanity . . .
” . . . And his opponent; He hails from the Kansai Prefecture of Osaka, Japan - - He is the current, reigning and defending LoC Legacy Champion - - Weighting in at two-hundred and thirty-five pounds - - Ladies & Gentlemen; ‘The Athletic Freak of Nature’ KENSHIRO! INOGAMI!” His brocades were embroidered with large kanji symbols to compliment his customized Ensemble of War - Crimson & White with Obsidian Trim. Kenshiro walked off the barricade and unto the main announce position to stare into the eyes of his challenger. The entire Japanese cast knelt in his presence of their fellow countryman and his token of achievement.
The quartet of ring posts would spew a legion of lotus petals toward the heavens as the Legacy Championship ascended above the ninja’s brow. Sylo nodded in kind and sucked his teeth in return. The floral flurry continued to descend as The Ronin walked up the ring steps. He would perch himself atop the turnbuckles to free his greyish-white mane with the removal of his black fabric from his head - tossing it over back to the people.
Ninja hopped inside and draped the Legacy Championship along the canvas. He would assume the position of seiza. The Legacy Championship gleamed brilliantly underneath the lights before he handed the belt over to Mike Hunt. The massive titan watched his opposition stand erect, unwilling to remove his steely-eyed glare. Both championships were shown off by the referee before being handed off to the ringside personnel.
The fans were still buzzing as both men advanced toward the ring’s epicenter. Both standing four feet away from each other and Mike Hunt would continue with his preliminary spiel. Hunt motioned for both champions to shake hands and both parties stepped back two paces to garner an overwhelming response by the entire congregation.
DING!
DING!
DING! And so it began; This was for all the marbles. The crowd would emphasize this by trading freelanced chants for the sake of encouragement and adding more fuel to the fire. Neither champion moved until a few moments had elapsed.
Step for step, they would walk around slowly in a circle before aggressively sweeping around for another revolution. Together, they would creep forward before interlocking their fingers together. Eyes frenetically shifting, the two rivals would extend their free hands outward. Sylo would sent reeling from a swift Shin across his inner thigh.
Incensed, Sylo’s massive Right Hand would be blocked by the former XWF Champion. However, he was able to snatch one of Kenshiro’s brocades away in the process. The Midnight Assassin backed the monstrosity up slightly with a Spinning Side Kick to the Abdomen.
The Ronin took notice and quickly armed himself with the remaining brocade before casting its harness aside. The Legacy Champion crouched down slightly while spinning about to hit the Underground Champion across the mid section. Ninja immediately spun around to hit Sylo across the back with the makeshift weapon. The blue-haired leviathan stumbled forward yet was able to recover with a timely block. A Front Kick by the near four-hundred pound demon would promote Ninja to drop down to all fours - relieving him of his weapon.
Kenshiro reached for the prone battle flag but Sylo kicked it out of his reach. An Overhead Swing hit nothing but canvas as the nimble vagabond rolled to a kneeling posture. The former Super Beast’s home run swing sailed overhead as Ninja dodged the attack with The Matrix. The determined monster attempted a second Overhead Swing. Strike Two!
Kenshiro swivelled about and blasted the former PIW icon across the ear and forehead with two Forearm Strikes before trying to pry the weapon out of the giant’s hands. The seven-foot one -inch abomination brushed the ninja off his person with authority. The former XWF Champion reverse somersaulted himself to his feet to rest against the corner. The Ronin’s moments would be limited by the encroaching monster’s ability to gradually ‘cut off the ring’.
The One Man Wrecking Crew lunged forward to lance Kenshiro - The dexterous superstar sidestepped the blow to break the weapon in two before gaining some breathing room with a Swift Back Elbow to the bridge of his challenger’s Chin. Hammer Throw by Ninja. Sylo with the Reversal. The Athletic Freak of Nature sought to wrest back the momentum by Flair Flipping himself up and over unto the ring apron . . .
OOOHHHH! Sylo’s Running Yakuza Kick would send the streaking Ninja sailing off the apron to land ass-first along the steel barricades before spilling over into the crowd. The screaming multitudes scurried out of the way as the towering juggernaut climbed over the outside and began pulling the rails toward the ring.
Satisfied with his accomplishment, Sylo would roll himself back inside and measure his competition. The congregation were rising to their feet upon notice of the three-hundred and ninety-seven pound behemoth had gained some momentum . . .
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OOOOOHHHHH!
[h=2]. . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . L-O-C! . . . [/h] The repetitive and ominous volley of promotional chants were cast toward both sprawled out superstars. A Super Heavyweight executing an Over the Top Rope Suicide Dive!? A double-edged sword? Yes but it had served its purpose in grounding his speedy counterpart. Their recovery would be gradual but The Georgia-bred archfiend would be the first to regain his footing. Get outta my way, *****!. . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! An airborne Chair would careen off the Midnight Assassin’s face to rest him against the rails. The former PIW Champion utilized a Power Clothesline to send Kenshiro tumbling back over to the padded earth. The Japanese export would begin crawling forward to regain his bearings. Kenshiro was shaken up but was able to regain his footing. However, the infamous Blue Bad Ass grabbed the ninja by the throat and choke slammed him against the steel pole! The Midnight Assassin would take a few moments to recollect himself. Meanwhile, his opponent was busy flipping the ring apron up and rummaging underneath for something. Ah! A Hockey Stick!
The Underground Champion rounded the corner to see his championship rival, twirling the recovered brocade about before assuming a defensive posture. Mexican Standoff. Both combatants would whip their hair back and inch their way forward. Clashing Sticks. Sylo displayed his power by forcing the ninja back a few paces.
A trio of Hockey Stick Jabs were off the mark, making Sylo a little frustrated - leaving him open to receive a Buzz Saw Kick to each calf. **** this game. One block by Sylo would afford him the opportunity to shove Kenshiro against the ring steps . . .
CRACK!
Ring Post . . . Nothing but wood! The fans were out of proximity as the weapon was reduced to mere splinters. The Ronin utilized a Drop Kick off the giant’s chest to reverse somersault atop the hallowed structure. A Front Kick would send the upper portion sailing dangerously close to his target’s knee cap. The Beast was now in hot pursuit. Ninja’s attempt to crown the tall brute with it would stand aborted as Sylo caught the weapon with one hand . . .
SSSSHHHH!
AAAAHHHH! The massive juggernaut’s head reared back wildly as a violent expulsion of smoke, escaped from the opening. Ninja released the button and cast the weapon aside. A deep howl would escape the monstrosity’s gaping maw was he swung about blindly. Kenshiro’s Open Palm Thrust slammed across the juggernaut’s jaw to send his hair flaring out wildly. A Spinning Back Hand Strike became the precursor to Ninja’s first aerial attack . . .
The Victimizer
Furious Leaping Wheel Kick) The impact shattered the titan’s equilibrium and forced him to wipe out both the timekeeper and his chair. A flurry of Punches and Stomps by Ninja fell without remorse until Kenshiro grabbed the monster by the hair and led him back toward the ring. Sylo crawled underneath the ropes as his opposition scaled his way to the crow’s nest. The Underground Champion was back up to a knee when he would be floored by a Leaping Side Kick off the turnbuckles.
The former 21w Millennium Champion pounced on the recovering big man and immediately cinched in a Buffalo Sleeper! Frantically, the Underground Champion would flail his arm about before grabbing unto his oppressor’s hair. Mike Hunt didn’t hesitate to verbally reprimand the ailing giant, forcing his release. Sylo’s arm hovered over the mat amidst the ongoing commotion throughout the stands. Referee Mike Hunt’s offer to concede would be met with muffled slurs and heavy fits of grunting.
The former PCW Rising Star Champion willed himself over to his stomach. Ninja would respond by grabbing the giant’s hair and dealing out several measured Cross Forearm Strikes. The coughing became sporadic yet the man-beast remained to fight his way toward the ropes. The crowd volume elevated notably as Kenshiro spun about and slapped on a Front Chancery - both feet were braced against the ropes for added resistance.
THUMP!
OOOHHH!
THUMP!
OOOHHH! Two calloused Knee Strikes would set Sylo on the defensive by covering up. His Left Arm remained hooked around the back of Ninja’s Knee. The Overhand Elbows were at random, determined to irritate & fish out another opportunity to apply his submission-based initiative. The Georgia resident’s strength allowed him to force Ninja through the ropes, hanging 3/4ths of the way off the ring apron.
Both champions would share a mutual reluctance to let go, leading Hunt to start his mandatory count. The count of two would be heard and Ninja sought to free himself with another knee to The Herculean superstar’s skull but to no avail. Ninja latched unto the monster’s hair to hang upside-down and began searching underneath the ring apron. Sylo reached over and latched onto Kenshiro’s lapel - trying to line him up to cave in his rib cage when Kenshiro arched himself back up & began stabbing his head with a Paint Scraper!
Sylo roared in utter anguish in trying to protect himself. However, his masked antagonist scrambled to his feet and dug the weapon deep above his eyebrow. The bleeding giant rested his head against the bottom rope but his hopes of respite were dashed by a Ninja K Ring Apron Leg Drop! Immediately, Ninja would summon two tables from underneath the ring before erecting a sturdy bridge – to the delight of the fans home and abroad.
A diminutive stream of crimson slid toward the corner of his mouth before the camera. The monstrosity rolled away from the ropes as Kenshiro waited patiently along the ring’s ledge. Along the ring apron, the Legacy Champion remained patient by crouching down slightly to the approval of the crowd. Sylo was up to a single knee when Ninja took flight with a Slingshot Lariat. . .
The sleeping giant would snap to attention . . .
Black Hole Slam into the Canvas! The paint scraper bounced out of Kenshiro’s hand before he lain along the mat, staring at the ceiling. Devoted followers of the Big Blue Destroyer cheered in delight as their deity snatched his opponent back to his feet and levelled the ninja with a Short Arm Clothesline! Still holding onto his arm, Sylo would send Ninja away with an Irish Whip to the nearest corner. The angry demon would pin his size twenty-two boot against the Kansai native’s throat before turning him inside out with a Short Arm Clothesline. Elbow Drop! Sylo with the Lateral Press . . .
ONE!
TW . . .
SHOULDER! The man-mountain slid to the outside and began delving deep underneath the ring for some Underground goodies. Garbage wrestling enthusiasts cheered as two Steel Chairs sailed over the top rope - - A loaded Garbage Can hit the canvas, allowing its contest to spread along the canvas; (4) Wooden Crutches, (2) Wooden TV dinner stands, (1) X Box and (1) Iron Board. Ninja was back to his feet - only to be greeted by an armed seven-foot demigod . . .
THOOM!
OOOHHH! Kenshiro threw his arm up to defend himself one millisecond too late. The ninja wobbled backward into the ropes before dropping to a knee but remained reluctant to lie down. Sylo would promptly place the Aluminium Cylinder over the ninja’s head. The Underground Champion looked out to the masses before . . .
THOOM!
OOOHHH! The ringside camera zeroed in on the massive fist print embedded along the trash can’s side. The ninja keeled over to his side and remained motionless. His Aluminium veil would be pried off him to allow Sylo to hook the leg deeply . . .
ONE!
TWO . . .
Ninja with the Kick Out! This didn’t sit well with the Underground Division’s Emperor and he would display this by stacking the two chairs atop the iron board and the LoC logo. The TV dinner stands. The crutches and video game console were cleared from the runway before Sylo grabbed Ninja by his hair - to let him rest on both knees.
Sylo with the Irish Whip yet Ninja walked up the ropes and took the big man off his feet with a Vaulting Head Scissors Takedown! A hint of blood coated several strands of the ninja’s hair as he rested on his stomach. His near four-hundred pound rival remained busy shaking the cobwebs from his head before standing himself erect. The former Super Beast was back up and cinched Ninja up for Full Nelson Slam . . . Mule Kick to the Nuts! A shaken Kenshiro stumbled with haste to arm himself with one of the Wood Crutches . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The remnants of the Wood Crutch flew from being slammed against the side of Sylo’s neck. The resourceful ninja quickly grabbed the closest thing to him and slung it toward Sylo’s face . . .CLANG! The Steel Chair staggered the monster back a few paces yet refused to fall back . . .CLANG! Kenshiro's swing of the second chair left a prominent dent in it. Big Boy dropped down to a knee and drunkenly latched unto the ropes. Kenshiro slammed the weapon down before making use of his pivot . . .
The Burning Eclipse
Furious Standing Back Flip Kick) The impact of the kick would send the giant sliding to a heap within the nearest corner. Ninja would visually account for the tools lain before him before slowly looking at his dazed opponent. The fans knew he was up to something and dared him to follow through. The Innovative Superstar erected both chairs before placing the iron board upside down atop each seat. Allotting himself some running room, Kenshiro would launch the makeshift missile with a Swift Dropkick . . .
OOOOOHHHHHH! Sylo’s jaw remained agape as the streaming projectile slammed deeply against his exposed sternum. The roar of the crowd would make the colour commentary partially audible to the viewers at home. The Underground Champion keeled over to his side as Kenshiro shoved the iron board away and grabbed both of his legs to drag him away from the ropes . . .
COVER!
ONE!
TWO! Sylo with the Gorilla Press! Ninja shook his head while regaining his vertical base. The Osaka native reared back and unloaded with a Snap Kick to the former A! Wrestling superstar’s head, keeping him down on all fours. Kenshiro leaped unto his back to apply a Beast Choker!
Struggling against the amassed pressure, the former Action! Wrestling superstar steadied himself before staggering to his feet. A handful of greyish-white hair would afford him some stability to slam Ninja spine-first against the corner. The enigmatic ninja flashed a stern grimace yet refused to break the hold. Spinal re-alignment - - Underground style; Take Two.
The second impact prompted the ninja to retaliate with random Kesagiri Chops and Elbows to the base of Sylo’s neck. The aberrant Blue Terror continued to stumble about before running full-speed backwards into the turnbuckles - sandwiching Kenshiro with authority!
OOOOHHHH! A mixed bag of assorted groans would be heard as the Legacy Champion crossed both arms over his mid section. Sylo shook his scruffy mane before pulling himself to the outside - grabbing Ninja’s leg and dragging him to the outside as well. Pinned against the ring apron, Kenshiro would remain on the receiving end of several measured Shoulder Blocks before being tortured by a Kneeling Bear Hug!
Ninja would extend his arms outward in agony before eventually bracing his forearm against his rival’s chin. The fight for some breathing room continued with a succession of Bell Claps to help set him free. (4x) Head Butts yet the Underground Champion was still hanging on.
Thumbs to the eyes! The Big Blue Machine shielded his eyes from being carved out and released his nimble challenger. Both champions were left proverbially ‘licking their wounds’ yet it would be the Legacy Champion who was the first to recover. The Kansai Ambassador vaulted off the ropes and floored the big man with a Spinning Heel Kick to the Face!
Double Leg Nelson for the Pin!
ONE!
TWO! With great power, comes an even greater sense of responsibility. However, as Sylo whipped his legs over, Kenshiro landed and swiftly locked the former PIW superstar into a Texas Cloverleaf Submission! The congregation were on their feet as the tall menace frantically screamed in defiance. Mike Hunt would continue to monitor Sylo’s will to continue as he began crawling his way toward the ropes. Eventually, Sylo would seek respite along the ropes – forcing Kenshiro to break the submission hold on the count of three.
Moments later, both champions were crawling back to their feet and at it again. An Overhand Slap across the Chest garnered a vocal tribute to the Nature Boy. The Leaning Tower of Sylo was just that, prompting Kenshiro to haul off with a Discus Open Palm Strike to the Chin. The modern-day Goliath slumped against the ropes, only to wobble back to a weakened vertical base. The Legacy Champion would proceed to shoot over to the ropes and return with a Back Handspring Elbow . . .
WHAM!!
OOOHHH! Sylo’s caught him and nearly broke Ninja in half with a Full Nelson Back Breaker! Kenshiro would push off on both legs, unwilling to rest along his ailing back. Sylo with Lateral Press! . . . (1) . . . (2) . . . Kick Out! This was beginning to piss him off. The Underground Champion began kicking some of the debris aside – to clear some room to destroy his opposition.
The Blue Oni would grab the Japanese sheep by the hair and taunt him with a ‘slashing throat’ gesture before flinging him up & over unto the table bridge with another Clothesline. Sylo stepped over the ropes and carefully balanced his weight atop the narrow yet sturdy obstruction. The Underground Champion would consult the jury; Thumbs Up? The cheers lacked intensity but the crowd became louder as he drew the thumb down. It was official - the people had spoken.
The flurry of flashbulbs danced at random as Sylo hoisted Ninja up unto his shoulders. Being the primal animal he was groomed to be, he’d stick his tongue out before whipping Ninja into his anticipated Death Spiral . . .
SMASH!!
OOOHHH! Bad intentions led to a major miscalculation for Sylo’s Systematic Shutdown had been counted by a swift Diamond Cutter! Underneath their combined weight, the makeshift bridge shattered upon impact. Camera Four panned in for a closer view – both respective champions were rendered heavily immobile underneath the rubble. Two minutes had elapsed before Ninja began stirring in place. He would wave off the referee before pulling himself back inside the ring. Twenty seconds later, Sylo was still on the ground yet mobile.
Having grown tired of waiting for the man-beast, Ninja head outside to confront his would confront this demon head-on. The towering powerhouse would be subject to a hard flick to his Adam’s apple - a maneuver that left him desperately hacking for air while clutching his throat. Ninja reached into the ring to get a hold of the nearest TV dinner stand . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! Direct hit across the Forehead. One slight problem - - The Monster was still on his feet. Kenshiro believed that he had the remedy for that . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The weapon fell apart after hitting Sylo squared across the Forehead. All seven-plus feet of Sylo would come to rest against the rails. Some fans booed with the presence of in response to the cheap ‘quality’ of Hardcore Weaponry. **** it - The ninja snatched out the announce podium monitor closest to him. Alright, now we were in business . . .
CRUNCH!
OOOHHH! The blue titan slumped over the protective barricades before being pushed over into the crowd. Ninja climbed in after him and the brawling duo would gradually blaze a trail away from ringside. LoC security were standing by as Sylo used a Biel Throw on Ninja to wipe out several sections of chairs like dominoes. The surrounding inhabitants remained hyped up as the Blue Meanie hoisted Ninja into the air for a Power Bomb . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The One Man Killing Spree’s plans were nullified with a crowning Chair Shot! Sylo was slow to recover, allowing Ninja to slam the same weapon against his counterpart’s knee. The limp was obvious on the Underground Champion. Together, both challengers had taken the fight toward the north-eastern side of the arena. Chair shot after chair shot, Ninja would lean his prey against the arena wall. Ninja shooed away the lemmings to secure a little running room . . .
YEAAAAH!
. . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The Tiger Wall Flip by Ninja would induce blood to spill from Sylo’s lip yet upon landing, the six time Hardcore Champion managed to seize a Chair and hurl it into his foe’s visage in one fluid motion. The Blue Colossus melted to a seated posture. The return of the ninja’s fan base motivated him to grab Sylo’s hair and lead him up the stairway.
The Georgian Gargantuan would recover & shift the momentum with a Knee to Ninja’s Abdomen. A succession of Knee Lifts were for just ****s & giggles. Everyone were drawn to their feet as Sylo wrapped his hand around Ninja’s throat. Ninja’s churning of his legs did little to help him during his fall from grace . . .
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CRASH!!!
OOOOOHHHHH! A Choke Slam from a height of 15 feet? The concession area tables didn’t stand a chance. The Human Weapon of Mass Destruction looked among his subjects and nodded in appreciation. Sylo’s arms would extend outward to help fan the praises of divine fecal matter.
Hessian’s protégée grabbed the Legacy Champion by his leg and collar to fling him unto his massive shoulder. The limp had lessened as he approached the railings. Keith Kane and Tony Stone were heavily entrenched within their personal argument as Sylo cleared the obstruction and pushed his fallen adversary through the ropes.
A Lateral Press by Sylo and it would be all academic from here . . .
ONE!
TWO!
THR . . .YEAHHHH!! How?! A menacing scowl would remain tattooed along Sylo’s face, leading Mike Hunt to scurry out of his proximity. An angry snort by the muscular beast and Sylo would return to the outside for more weaponry. Ninja would continue stirring about, determined to regain his senses.
A massive pop spewed forth from the extreme wrestling demographic as Sylo dragged out a table from the ring’s underbelly. Moments later, a wooden bridge would stand erected for the intent of sheer malice. Another table would sail over and actually land atop Ninja’s forearm – leaving him to roll over and adamantly clutch it to protect it from further harm. Sylo used his massive boot to stomp some air out of Ninja before snatching him back to his feet.
A gift-wrapped Box and Grey Box Cutter would be placed near the turnbuckle as Sylo re-entered the kill zone. The diligent giant would slam the table atop his prone adversary before leaning it against the opposing turnbuckle.
Gee, I wonder what Santa brought Sylo for Christmas? Sylo would cut a hole in the package and begun to pour thousands upon thousands of thumbtacks near the center of the ring. The fans continued buzzing as Sylo cast the box away and began to spread out the tacks evenly with his foot.
Mission accomplished - now for that pesky ninja . . . The Midnight Assassin began hitting some retaliatory strikes on his behalf. A vast array of martial arts attacks would set the big man off balance. The Massive One somehow recovered and stunned Kenshiro with a European Uppercut. Latching unto his tunic, Sylo would save Ninja from falling atop the tacks.
Why? The Blue & Black Demon had an ulterior motive . . .
Kane: “Sylo with the Irish Whip . . . Blood Lust . . .(audible pop from crowd) OOOOHHH! MY GOD!!”
Stone: I know that ****’s gotta hurt . . . The limber ninja dropsaulted his way out of the juggernaut’s clutches and left him, writhing within a pile of sharpened thumbtacks! The ringside camera zoomed in to see Sylo’s face, marred with sheer anguish. The involuntary seizures managed to send the loose tack back to the canvas. He would painfully struggle to regain his footing until his Japanese counterpart grabbed him by the hair to stand him erect . . .
OOOHHH!
The Singapore Spine Crusher
(A Double Knee Back Breaker) An ailing Sylo arched his back in an exaggerated fashion before collapsing to his side. Gingerly, Ninja would rest on all fours before standing himself erect. A handful of Sylo’s hair and Osaka’s prodigal son came out teeing off with a battery of savage Kicks to the man-beast’s face. The Teal Terror remained held up between Dream Street and Concussion Boulevard as he used the ropes to stand . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! A Chair Shot between the eyes left Sylo leaning. Ninja would still favour his back briefly and managed to observe his surroundings before unfolding the chair. Determined to waste the three-hundred pound behemoth, Kenshiro sped off toward the opposing ropes.
Welcome to Kamikaze Airlines Flight 187; You’re cleared for take off . . .
[ 1 Chair + 1 Over the Top Rope Spinning Head Scissors Takedown = The Equivalent of a Six Car Pile Up ] The bodies literally hit the floor, leaving both superstars immobile for several moments. Marks, great and small, continued to rally behind their appointed saviour in the aftermath. The Underground Champion gnashed his teeth while clutching his leg intently as Kenshiro, landed soundly against the pavement.
Both champions eventually were back up and exchanging power strikes with one another. Sylo managed to deflect Ninja’s Open Palm Strike and prepare him for a Power Bomb of some kind.
However, the catch-as-catch-can specialist retaliated by swinging his leg counter-clockwise & slamming his padded foot against Sylo’s teeth to release him. A 72-mph Snap Kick made standing a difficult endeavour for the hampered Underground Champion.
Ninja’s Vengeful Spirits attack peppered the giant’s body with precision - only to lean a pissed off titan against the ring apron. Ninja’s attempt to hit a Spinning Roundhouse Kick left him open to be caught and shoved forcibly against the barricades.
Sylo with the Running Lariat . . .
OOOHHH! The civilian populace scattered like roaches as the near four-hundred pounder was cast over the rails with a Leg Hook Back Body Drop Suplex better known as The Bushido Bomb! The Tower of Unadulterated Malice remained sprawled out along the lukewarm pavement. Ninja collapsed back to the floor to rest briefly before crawling next to the ring.
A resounding pop rose to the surface as the Legacy Champion dragged a Ladder out of his makeshift toy box. Sylo was able to reclaim his footing - in time to partially block the Steel Battering Ram, speeding toward his face. The Underground Champion staggered backward and fell as the ninja quickly retrieved the elongated projectile. Kenshiro would brace the Ladder against the erect Black Pole before crouching down near the barricades.
The Ronin’s target was back to his feet, bleeding profusely. He was busy wiping the blood from his eye - when Ninja leapt unto the railing and dove at his opposition with a Senton. The masses stood in awe as Sylo was able to reclaim his equilibrium and hoisting the Legacy Champion atop his shoulders. The man-beast remained intent to convert his foe into a Human Lawn Dart but the ninja had other plans . . .
SMACK!
OOOOOHHHHH!
HOLY ****! . . . HOLY ****! . . . HOLY ****! . . . HOLY ****! . . . Ninja’s Hurricanrana forced Sylo’s head to careen off the barricades with authority. The former PCW superstar howled as he buried his face with both hands – landing soundly along the pavement. In return, his opponent would angrily clutch his shin - dragging himself away from the partially sturdy obstruction after Sylo. Reddish-coloured spit flew out of the goliath’s mouth as he groggily pushed his way through the crowd.
The man-beast was angry and he made it evident as he snatched Kenshiro up and hurling him several feet away with a wild Two-Handed Toss. Ninja slid seven feet further along the pavement to topple over a handful of civilians. Sylo slid his forearm over his lips to absorb the blood before zeroing in on both Ninja & the Audio Visual scaffold.
Kenshiro was quick to arm himself with a chair and swung it in self-defence. Sylo’s fist collided with the Steel and bent the seat out of proportion. The man-beast used both a Hammer Throw and Kenshiro to clear off the A/V table. Electronic equipment and sparks were strewn all over the place before the screaming fans. A/V personnel were quick to get out of the Monster’s way.
Fists balled up, Sylo would continue scaring the nosy bystanders from his vicinity. He would use his massive boot to wipe out a large vertical speaker. His search for Kenshiro became futile as he was nowhere in sight. Sylo’s head meticulously searched the landscape and slid the table aside but to no avail. ****ing coward . . .
CRUNCH! Ninja flew out of nowhere to bash Sylo’s skull in with another television monitor. The seven-footer staggered backward and waved his arms in a circular motion to remain erect. Kenshiro threw the monitor against the floor and spied one of the rolling sound carts. A bit of innovation made itself evident with a swift Dropkick to it to force Sylo to land face-first against the pavement. Again with the Knee - only a bit more serious. Sylo would muster himself up to lift and chuck the wheeled cart at Kenshiro, who would deftly side-step the projectile.
LoC security sought to intervene by widening the barrier surrounding both champions as Ninja ordered some off the staff members to situate two tables together. Another monitor shot to the head would place him comfortably numb upon the makeshift altar. Dragon Clutch Submission! The intensity of Sylo’s grip would lessen as time went by until his arm fell limp off the table’s ledge. The Legacy Champion wasn’t satisfied . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! Ninja would cast the chair aside before slipping through the sea of attentive civilians. Cameras Five and One were busy monitoring the announce broadcast position and trying to pinpoint the Midnight Assassin’s whereabouts.
Tony: “Oh My God. . . .Sylo appears to be out of it . . .”
Kane: “We are trying to see where Ninja is going . . .
Stone, Look at this; He’s . . .he’s climbing up the Audio Visual scaffold!”
Tony: “What the . . .?! That’s nearly thirty feet high and . . .No ****ing Way . . .We’ve got security climbing up after him in hopes of getting him down.” *Mic Static.*
Camera One would offer a panned out view of the platform that Kenshiro was occupying. Fans were hungry for the big plunge. The sky lit up with brilliant bulb flashes as he soared from the lofty heights - throwing caution to the wind . . .
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. . . . . . . .
[h=3]CRASH![/h] Visually, his body disappeared out of view before the sickening collision could be heard from such distances. The Kansai Comet hit, summoning an arena-wide eruption. Fists pumping as sheer bedlam had overtaken the crowd. Various chants ran into each other - spanning from LoC to praising a holy yet highly promiscuous turd of lore.
At ground level, Sylo remained buried within the accumulated wreckage. His Japanese rival had lain prostrate, a few feet away along the floor. Several minutes would elapse and neither man were able to get back up. The medical staff were determined to fight through the emphatic mosh pit before eventually reaching the crash site. Security did their best to ward off the wild patrons but their authority fell to the faithful republic.
Both champions were being body surfed away from the scaffold’s proximity. The LoC muscle wrestled their way in pursuit of both superstars, solidifying their apparent loss of control. Kenshiro would recollect himself in order to command the fans to release him - His focus remained on getting his hands on Sylo but he would become submerged within the living tidal wave.
Fans were rocking the medical van out of sheer amusement while some fans climbed on top of it, extending middle fingers and having a good time. The Super Beast had drifted pact Atrium B before being lofted away from the encroaching authorities. The groggy giant was slow to recover, favouring his rib cage and unable to control his direction.
Under his direction, the people would deliver Kenshiro near the ringside area - allowing him to walk off the announce table and roll inside the ring. Target acquired. A mild grimace flashed across his visage as he readied himself atop the turnbuckles. . .
OOOHHH! Kane and Stone were muttering something but Ninja’s Diving Somersault Flip into the crowd, nullified it all a dead issue. An estimated twenty people would be toppled over in the process as both superstars became engulfed by the swirling depths . . .
[h=3] . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .LOC! . . .[/h] The men in Black were able to eventually locate and help escort both champions back toward the ringside area. It took some work to roll Sylo back into the ring but it happened. Kenshiro would ignore the deafening ambiance to drape his arm over Sylo’s chest . . .
[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] THREE!!?????![/h] The fans were on their feet as Sylo managed to jerk over to his right side. A menacing stare would burn a hole through the official’s brain housing group. A brief yet inaudible argument ensued between them before Ninja pulled himself up to the crow’s nest and caught air on the rising monstrosity . . .
. . . . . . . . A Dragonrana by Ninja! Sylo held onto the ropes for dear life and refused to budge. In return, Legacy Champion grabbed a handful of hair and started laying in some serious punches to Sylo’s face! Ninja would fall to the canvas and quickly push off the turnbuckle - adding some momentum for a Tornado DDT! However, The hulking monstrosity cast him off, sending him spiralling back to the canvas hard.
Kane: This capacity crowd is losing its collective mind as both men are down. Ninja is back to his feet . . .What the hell! (An audible sound of a wooden table being rendered to bits)
Stone: (massive pop in the background) OH MY GOD! Sylo just drove him through the table with The Slaughter! Both champions are still down yet Sylo would fight against the fatigue and drag Kenshiro’s lifeless body away from the wreckage. The potent mixture of adrenaline and blood caused him to stagger and fall backwards before turning Ninja over and draping his arm across his chest . . .
[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] THREE!!!???!?!?!?[/h] The towering menace remained dumbfounded as the Legacy Champion was able to cheat death. The shredded lumber would become trampled by his massive boots before being tossed in the pile of two chairs and the lone iron board.
He would assume a kneeing posture, patiently waiting for him to reclaim his footing. The ninja would fight tirelessly to stand himself up. Sylo was quick to place him atop his shoulders. A quick throat slashing gesture led to Ninja’s downward spiral . . .
WHAM!
SYSTEMATIC SHUTDOWN! Kenshiro painfully contorted his slender frame from the impact as Sylo rested on both knees to take in the everything. His crimson mask began flaking off as he rolled Ninja over and covered him . . .
[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] AAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!![/h] Reluctant to accept this reality, the PIW alumnus balled up his taped fists and roared toward the heavens. A flurry of knuckles would rain down on his opponent’s face before shooting to his feet and stomping the living hell out of The Ronin’s chest in frustration. Wobbling toward the ropes, Sylo would leave the ring and drag one of the tables and a small bag into the crowd.
The Blue Demon would stand it erect at a ninety-degree angle before pulling out a bottle of lighter fluid. The Legacy Champion would continue stirring about as the seven-footer heavily saturated the table before setting it ablaze. The Monster ignored the cheering fans and set his sights on the Crimson Emperor. Sylo would allow Ninja to grab unto his torn pants, motioning his to get his ass up.
Something wasn’t right! The massive man-mountain unleashed a guttural roar as Kenshiro began jamming a narrow spike above Sylo’s Knee! The former Super Beast fell backward and frantically slugs his opposition with a Right Hands - buying him time to shatter a crutch over Kenshiro’s Spine!
Ninja had literally just signed his death warrant as Sylo hobbled back to a vertical base and used the ropes to apply more weight to his Asphyxiation Submission Hold. Hobbling away, Sylo would clear the ring of the assorted rubbish before dropping the rising ninja with a solid Right Hand.
Kane: Sylo is a man possessed! What is he doing? He’s got hanging Ninja upside-down . . .(An arena-wide eruption from the stands) HOLY ****! Sylo drove Kenshiro chest-first atop the vast pile of Thumbtacks with the Dominator! The ninja would painfully recoil from being made into a human pin cushion. Sylo allowed him to suffer without a shred of remorse before grabbing him by the hair . . .
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CRASH!!!
OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHH! Kane and Stone dove under the table as Ninja sailed overhead before smashing through the flaming obstruction. Ringside personnel were quick to hurdle over the barricades and cover Kenshiro with a flame-retardant blanket. The blood-thirsty crowd would verbally and physically pay homage to the Teal God of War. The crowd went ape ****.
Rolling underneath the ropes, Sylo would hobble his way over toward his fallen foe. He would clear the barricades and shove any and everyone out of his way before balling Ninja up in the blanket and dumping it atop the announce table. He would rip off the fabric and roll Ninja back inside before covering him with a Lateral Press . . .
[h=3] ONE!![/h]
[h=3] TWO!![/h]
[h=3] THREE!!!!![/h] A demonic stare would enter the camera’s view as the bell had been sounded. A defeated ninja would tremble underneath his partially singed gi as the man-beast keeled over to his side.
”YOUR WINNER . . .AND NEEEEEEEEEEW AND UNDISPUTED LEGACY CHAMPION!! [h=3]SYLO!!!”[/h] However, his concern remained placed on his ailing knee before rolling unto his back. His eyes drew shut and stare at the lights to fully absorb the moment - Sylo had officially became the flag bearer for LoC. Kenshiro would roll over and painfully fight to stand himself up via assistance of the ring ropes.
Backstage, Trev Echo would snap his pen in disbelief. Mace would shake his head, reluctant to accept what had taken place. The feeling remained virtually mutual from most of the boys in the back as the faces looked on in disbelief. Scott Riktor sighed and merely shut his television off.
Winner: Sylo via Pinfall.
NO HONOR AMONG THIEVES
Taken back to the ring, the arena would be serenaded with Sylo’s theme music. This was his night of achievement. Pyro continued blasting from the ceiling and the confetti fell from the heavens. Ninja would steady himself before standing. Referee Mike Hunt would retrieve both belts, waiting to present them to the undisputed champion. However, Kenshiro would snatch the Legacy Championship out of Hunt’s hands. Sylo stood on the defensive of this act. Neither man spoke for several moments.
Ninja would end the stare down by extending the Legacy Championship forward. Sylo hesitated and stared at both the belt and Ninja before solemnly accepting it.
The Monster nodded and cradled both belts against his chest as Kenshiro nodded before slinging his arm over Hunt’s shoulder to exit the ring. A round of applause was in order. . . .
’Paint It Black’ - - The Rolling Stones The infamous ‘boo-birds’ were legion upon recognition of the musical introduction. The black-hearted president appeared with a confident stride. Accompanied by Laurie, Mystique and Angelique, he would reward both men with a round of applause - beaming with a **** eating grin.
From the backstage area, the Faction were out in force. They managed to slip through the crowd and surround the entire ring. Both Ninja and Sylo stood back to back, eager to ward off Black Tom’s forces.
Jonathan Conspiracy would be the first to post himself atop the ring steps. Malik and Khadafi would pound their fists, encouraging on the promise of a beat down. Penance would follow Duzza to stand guard in front of the announce table. Chavez would approach the squared circle and placed both hands on his hips, sneering at both men. Black Tom entered the ring first, still applauding.
"Well, boys, that was one helluva match there, wundn't it?" Seeking the approval of the Faction, Tom would get it in the form of another round of applause. "That's what I call a Main Event! You two boys look like hell! Least like you been through hell. Can't say I'm surprised by that after watching the show y'all two just put on. Damn...that was good stuff!"
So, now that y'all know how I feel 'bout yer match I got jus' one more thing to say to y'all. Good luck."
The wolves surrounding the ring attacked. Sylo would cast both belts aside and floored both Khadafi and Roland respectively. Meanwhile, Ninja would repel JCON with a Side Kick to the Jaw. A Forearm Shiver knock Duzza off the ring apron before going toe to toe with Ray Chavez. The fans were on their feet as the two heros were holding their own against the evil coalition. The chants of LOC were abundant as Penance and Sylo were exchanging punches with one another.
Penance was knocked backward after receiving a stern Right Hook to the Jaw! Kenshiro had finished warding off the former Relentless Champion before trading punches with Conspiracy. Duzza would return with a Chair yet Sylo was quick to snatch the weapon out of his hand. The conniving manager cowered in fear as Sylo raised the weapon over his head . . .
SMACK!
OOOHHH! The fans’s jaws dropped as Sylo laid Ninja would with a shot between the shoulder blades. Ray Chavez stood in dismay as the new Legacy Champion slammed the weapon down against the canvas. The heat index dramatically shifted to the negative as the seven-footed swept his hair back and stood over his crawling prey. His menacing sneer told it all - - Everybody bought into the hero bit.
[h=3]”YOU SOLD OUT!” (x 20)[/h] Ray looked around and noticed his Faction brethren reluctant to jump on the man-beast. His eyes would shift toward Black Tom’s, who sent his girls in to join in the fray. Both Tag Team Champions were finished stomping on Ninja before allowing Angelique to slap him across the face. All the announce positions were relaying to the viewing audience about the recent travesty unraveling before their very eyes.
Chavez approached Black Tom and demanded some answers. Black Tom raised the microphone to his lips but when he noticed his lovely daughter coming up beside him he chose to wrap her arm around her instead. Slipping her the mic he told Ray that perhaps Laurie could explain things better.
"Ray," Laurie began, "It wasn't always gonna be like this. I want you to know that right off the bat, m'kay? We were jus' makin' sure that if you screwed up again, which you did, we'd be ready for it."
Chavez was outraged, "So you cut a deal with SYLO?"
"Oh...no, sugar. No that we had planned from the beginning. I was talkin' bout this."
The public were groaning as Laurie kneed Chavez square in the nuts. Malik shoved Chavez toward a rearmed Super Beast, who would leave him staggering with a violent Chair Shot! Penance would be the first to seize him and spike him into the canvas with his patented Sit Out Crucifix Power Bomb!
Sylo would rest himself against the neutral corner while Duzza placed the chair over Raymond’s visage. JCON gave the crowd the ‘high sign’ before leaping off the top rope . . .
The Conspiracy Theory The spurned outcast’s leg would convulse wildly long after the impact. The Faction were unashamed to praise both former PIW Champions. The women were left out to patrol the ringside area as Black Tom stood over his former general.
Backstage, the cameras would monitor each locker room. The adamant beating of the sealed hatch would prove futile as each assigned room were barricaded by various unattended forklifts. Meanwhile, Khadafi would knock Kenshiro off his knees with a Yakuza Kick to the Face. Duzza would hold to ropes down for Black Tom to enter at his leisure.
Tom leaned over the man he once called "the son he never had" and addressed him as such, "Son. Can you hear me, boy? If you can hear me I want you to know that I don't hate you. I don't hate anybody. Then again...yeah...I do hate you. I hate anyone who jus' can't get the damn job done. Finish him off, boys. Get this piece of garbage outta the ring. He ain't good enough to be in it to begin with."
An embittered Kenshiro pounced on Tom Willimas – intended to snuff out his life with both hands. The fans rallied for Black Tom's head on a platter. The evil consortium would respond almost immediately as they eagerly pried Tom's assailant off of him and swarmed him within a maelstrom of bad intentions.
Ali would send Kenshiro staggering backwards with an Uppercut – right into the JCON's clutches to cinch in The Attention Getter - - The Crippler Cross Face. Kenshiro's muffled screams could be heard as he desperately clawed at Sylo's boots. The War Machine did nothing but kick his hand away.
Angelique pushed her way through the mob and presented Khadafi with a set of Handcuffs, who would use them to bind the ninja's hands behind his back. Black Tom managed to unruffled his feathers and inaudibly order his soldiers to **** him up.
Malik stepped in to grab Kenshiro by the hair and hoist him up into the Mammoth Stretch before dropping him soundly against the canvas. Roland would order his brothers to prepare the table near the ring. Laurie giggled in delight as a bloody ninja, laid writhing at her feet – right before she kicked him in the face.
Penance would step forward, leading the Faction members to fall back. The masked juggernaut seized Kenshiro by the throat to stand him erect before hurling him straight to hell with an Over the Top Rope Choke Slam through the table! The fallen Emperor was no more.
The LoC collective remained despondent from the violent aftermath. On every television, they were all witnessing the very thing many were afraid that would come to fruition. Natalia would hide her tears as she held Max Hopper close.
Callie and Tyke shook their heads in unison as Billows gnarled both fists while fuming in silence. The new blood looked among each other, wondering what this all would mean. Even Brandon Thomas would remain speechless in the privacy of his dressing room.
The Legacy Comissioner buried his face in his hands. The image of would be burned into memory before Buck Logan shut off the plasma; An undisputed champion, standing along the ring apron with both championships, held in his outstretched arms, backed by the Faction in celebration. The unconscious remains of Riktor's faith, strewn within the remains of a shattered table. . .
Fade to Black