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RED LINE WRESTLING

in conjunction with DePaul University

PRESENTS…

SLAMTRACK 7

Streaming LIVE from the SULLIVAN ATHLETIC CENTER, CHICAGO, ILLINOIS


[900-ish fans rock and rumble to the RLW chiptune theme. The usual pockets of fans are there - your hipsters, your young yuppie parents, your DePaul students in various states of sobriety, each with their own rooting interests and signs of varying degrees of cleverness. DANNY DALTON sits behind the announce desk with a full-blown black and white 8-bit Space Invader tee with the old Intergalactic Championship logo, a black sports coat, and gray denim jeans. His glorious mane bobs along with the music as he chair-dances with a doofy pursed-lips grin.]

DD: “Welcome to SLAMTRACK, everybody! My name is Danny Dalton, and we’re in the middle of the Red Line Wrestling SIGNING SPREE! So many debuts last show, so many debuts THIS show, MORE coming down the pike than you can shake a STICK at. But that’s what Red Line Wrestling promises every week, you know? Something new and different and maybe weird and exciting, EVERY show, WITHOUT FAIL. We’ve got the debuting Steve ‘Axion’ Jackson taking on an old familiar face, ‘Normal’ John Johnson in singles action - this could be a submission fan’s DREAM COME TRUE. We’ve got our #1 contender, The Second Coming, in action against the mysterious and all-lowercase like e.e. cummings, the one they call esoteric eric - it’ll be interesting to see how fired up Two See comes out after the way the Marsupials of Mayhem attacked her last show! And then we’ve got our main event tonight - the Red Crown Champion Ivan Dalkichev takes on a man that I PERSONALLY GUARANTEE will impress your faces, El Habanero! Should be a great one, and FIRST UP, we’ve got some hot hot tag team action! The Hashtag Bros, Johnny Dorn and BookFace, look to create a genuine win streak against the ever-dangerous Kid Koala and eKid Nah. Let’s get this thang started!"

[Ring announcer and sometimes-interviewer ARIN McHENRY has taken his Loud Suit game to the next level - his jacket and slacks feature pink and black zig zags, and over his white shirt he wears a bright red and black Mickey Mouse tie. It is BLINDING. Friendly RLW junior referee Jen Glass stands at the ready.]

AM: “Theeeee following match, is scheduled for ONE FALL!"


MARSUPIALS of MAYHEM v. #BROS



[KID KOALA and eKID NAH emerge from the back to a rousing chorus of boos. KANGARRY ROO and POSSUM are not with them, causing the smarter fans to look around the arena to try to spot them. KK has a sick grin beneath his marsupial mask as the duo makes their way to the ring.]

AM: “Introducing FIRST...at a combined weight of 332 pounds...eKID NAH! KIIIIID KOALA! The Marsupialllllllls of MAYYYYYYHEMMMMMMM!”

BOOOOOOOOOOOO!DD: “It’s amazing - we have human beings on the ROSTER who weigh more than both of these guys. eKid Nah might be the smallest male wrestler I’ve ever seen - the dude is 5’4”, for Pete’s sake! But despite it all, these two comprise of 50% of maybe the most anarchistic force in all of wrestling. They’ve interfered in matches, they’ve THROWN matches to mess with the status quo - these guys are so unpredictable!”


[A weird mix of cheers and boos accompany the emergence of the #zombies, the group of DePaul sorority sisters with heavy bags under their eyes and a shared glazed look into their smartphones. They are followed by the King of Cornhole, Johnny Dorn, and the masked Social Media Psychopath, BookFace. Dorn gets cheers from the DePaul fans present and boos from the hipsters, while BookFace gets cheers from the hipsters and a mixed reaction at best from the DePaul crowd.]

AM: “Aaaaand their opponents! At a combined weight of 392 pouuuunds...HASHTAG! BROOOOOOS!!”

DD: “This is the weirdest duo, you guys. In a normal world, you would NEVER, EVER expect these two personalities to mesh well - but lo and behold, these guys became best friends in a heartbeat! I wonder if it would have happened without the help of the hashtag zombies...let’s see if they can get win number two!”

[DING DING]

[With an “I got this, bro”, Johnny Dorn steps into the ring as Kid Koala stands at the ready, laughing to himself and opening his arms wide. Dorn, unappreciative of the gesture, charges hard across the ring and misses with a clothesline. They lock up, and while KK’s technical edge has an early edge, Dorn eventually overpowers the smaller opponent and rushes him into a neutral corner. Dorn hammers away with lefts and rights to the gut of KK before being forced to step away by the ref. He returns to the corner and they clinch up again, this time Dorn flinging KK across the ring sloppily by the head. KK, a bit surprised, rolls out of the ring and pops to his feet. Dorn holds two fingers to his face and makes an obscene tongue gesture before rolling out to give chase.]

DD: “Dorn with a surprising early advantage here, but if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that you do NOT want things to go outside the ring when it involves the Marsupials of Mayhem! Dorn running, eKid Nah just went for a cheap shot kick! Nice dodge by the big fella - OHHHHHH! Basement dropkick, and Dorn just FACEPLANTED the hard ground outside! It may not be concrete, but it’s GOTTA hurt! Koala rolling him back into the ring…”

[eKID NAH tags in and starts stomping in a manner you’d expect from a much bigger man - the Littlest Big Man goes for more strikes on the ground as Dorn covers up. Kid Koala whistles the tune of Advance Australia Fair, and Kangarry Roo and Possum emerge from the back. They walk very casually towards the #zombies - Roo cutting a very ominous silhouette, Possum looking a bit more friendly as she starts questioning one of the girls about apps. BookFace notices and is NOT pleased. In the ring, Dorn has found a way to fight to his feet and throws a meat-hawk of a knee lift followed by a German Suplex, which is kicked out at one.]

DD: “Dorn fighting back hard, he looks GASSED out there and probably needs a tag. Kangarry Roo and Possum...they aren’t ATTACKING or anything, but it sure makes me uneasy to see them interacting with the #zombies...they’re an ENTOURAGE, they’re not trained competitors! BookFace is pissed too, but he makes a tag and he’s in the ring! Springboooooard SENTON from BookFace! Here’s the cover!

1!

2!

...NO! eKid Nah kicks out!”

[BookFace is SUPER distracted and worried about what’s going on with the #zombies and the other half of the Marsupial foursome. Roo has an arm around two of the ladies and burns a glare into the ring, giving a sinister smile as well. Possum strikes up a very one-sided conversation about something or other. BookFace yells up the ring for them to stop as eKid Nah scurries to his corner. Kid Koala sneakily tags in, unbeknownst to BookFace - having enough of these shenanigans, he tags himself out and walks up the ramp to have words with Roo and Possum. Dorn, only slightly less groggy than before, makes his way to the ring and goes to lift Nah by the face, only to eat a kick to the face followed by a standing moonsault! Dorn kicks out at two. Nah and KK begin an efficient rotation of tagging in and tagging out, hitting big move after big move on Dorn - Dorn, to his credit, throws punches and kicks when he can and even gets a snap DDT on Nah! BookFace is SHOUTING in the face of Kangarry Roo, who has not lifted his arms off of the ladies’ shoulders. Possum goes over to provide backup to the big man. Dorn looks for a tag after the DDT, but finds no partner. He slumps over in disappointment and in fact falls to his knees, reaching his body through the middle two ropes and reeeeeeaching as far as he can to his partner, who is a solid 40 feet away…]

DD: “Dorn has fought hard in this one and he’s doing his best out there, but he just might be out of gas here...uh oh, Kid Koala is up top! KOALA CRUSHER! Ohhhh man, that’s lights OUT! Here’s the cover!

1!

2!

3! It’s over…"

[DING DING DING!]



[A burst of static.
“LOST”

...flashes, white text on black background.

“CAUSE”

flashes as well. The screen normalizes. The #zombies and BookFace have made their way out, KK and eKid Nah celebrating with their compatriots on the ramp to the raucous boos of the crowd.]

DD: “What was...did we just experience some technical difficulties? Barry? Are we good? We’re good. Great. What a fight we just witnessed! Johnny Dorn and BookFace unable to keep the win streak alive, but the Marsupials of Mayhem are just a BUZZSAW these days. No shame in losing to the duo of Kid Koala and eKid Nah…”

[Suddenly, a voice echoes throughout the arena]

V/O: “When Quinn the Eskimo gets here
Ev’rybody’s gonna jump for joy”

[A graphic displays near the entrance ramp of one the newest Red Line Wrestling signees - The Mighty Quinn, a hulking Alaskan beast. Text appears alongside the image:

THE MIGHTY QUINN

coming soon!



The crowd gives polite applause at this announcement.]


DD: “Nice! See, that is what I love about the RLW, we get to see the freshest faces around here that you won’t find anywhere else. We offer SO MUCH young fresh talent right here, and you’re not stuck watching old ghosts from the 90's. Quinn is one of the more interesting-looking recruits from the RLW SIGNING SPREE~, and I can’t wait to see what the big fella can do!

NEXT up, and SPEAKING of the signing spree...we’ve got a debut coming up right now of a man they’re already calling The Axe in the locker room. Steve “Axion” Jackson is a man who made a splash on the indie scene a few years ago and then made a BIG name for himself in the hard-hitting arenas of Japan. And his opponent is a man we haven’t seen since SLAMTRACK ONE! Let’s take it to the ring!”

AM: “Let’s get this thing started, yawl! ONE FALL!”


STEVE ‘axion’ JACKSON v. ‘normal’ JOHN JOHNSON



[Polite applause and occasional indifference from the crowd as ‘Normal’ John Johnson makes his way to the ring with very little pomp, circumstance, or signature posing. All business, he nods to acknowledge the crowd and gives a simple wave before bouncing from foot to foot and looking up the ramp.]

AM: “First up, HE’S from Buzzard’s May, Mass! Weighing in at 234 pounds….NORMAL! JOHNNNNNN JOHNSONNNNNN!”

DD: “Nice guy - a little camera shy, and social anxiety is one of those difficult obstacles to deal with when you’re a professional wrestler, but this guy has the skills he needs to compete against anyone!”



[The tattoos-and-piercings crowd EATS UP the newcomer, as STEVE JACKSON has long hair and is COVERED in tattoos up and down his arms, including a giant bird on his chest. His chiseled jaw and perpetual stubble completes his intense and focused look.]

AM: “And second, FROM CHICAGO, ILLINOIS!”

WOOOOOOOO!

AM: “WEIGHing in at 251 pounds...STEVE! AXION! JAAAAACKSOOOOOON!”

DD: “The crowd is prepared to give this guy ALL the love for being a local - but we can’t forget, Johnny Dorn’s from Chicago too! I’m told to expect some Japanese flavor in this man’s wrestling - we’ll find out right now!

[DING DING]

[NJJ, normally not the aggressor, decides to mix things up and runs to throw a Roaring Elbow - Jackson thinks similarly and arms collide, causing NJJ to shake it out in pain. Jackson continues the attack again, and the two become strangely entangled, leading to both men flipping head over heels and wrestling to the mat. Jackson throws repeated elbow strikes to the head of his opponent and only disengages at referee Ross Russell’s count of 4. Jackson takes a half step back, steps to the second rope, and hits a pointed elbow to NJJ’s throat. NJJ coughs loudly as Russell admonishes Jackson, who takes a few steps back.]

DD: “This guy hits HARD...Johnson is just taking a WORLD of punishment right now. We’ll have to see if he can counter this onslaught, because Jackson’s not afraid of serious striking…”

[NJJ eventually gets back to his feet, and Jackson charges to throw the Off With His Head discus lariat! NJJ ducks at the last second and goes for a rear naked choke on Axion! Axion is ANGRY at this and rams both of their backs into the corner, breaking the hold. Axion throws a hard chop to the chest of his opponent, drawing a WOO~, before Irish Whipping NJJ across the ring into the opposite corner. NJJ crash-lands and hits the mat. Jackson marches across the ring, picks up the left arm of NJJ, and starts an armbar. NJJ frantically inches to the corner ropes and gets a foot up.]

DD: “Johnson’s got his foot on the rope, it looks like it’s time for another break here - wait. What? Steve’s not breaking the hold...HE’S NOT - THE REFEREE JUST CALLED FOR THE BELL! Steve Jackson has been disqualified!”

[Axion gives no damns and wrenches the armbar even further. NJJ frantically taps to no avail. Ross Russell, a solid 15 seconds after the bell has been rung, FINALLY manages to wrench Jackson off of NJJ.]


AM: “The winner of this match, as a result of a DISQUALIFICATION...’NORMAL’! JOHN! JOHNSON!”

[The crowd cheers the man for sticking in there as best as he could, while Axion stares a cold hole into the eyes of Ross Russell. Out of the corner of his eye, Axion sees that Johnson has risen to his feet - and he hits Off With His Head!]

BOOOOOO

DD: “That’s just uncalled for! That discus lariat could have SERIOUSLY-”

[Static. Light splashes. Grain and projector flicker.

“EVERY VICTORY IS EMPTY.”
...flashes on the black screen. The image glitches and phases with digital static.

The primary text fades from the screen to give way to two shorter occurrences of the same text.

“LOST”

...flashes.

“CAUSE”


...flashes. Static. Black.]


DD: “WHAT IN THE WORLD IS THIS?? That’s the second time - Barry, get a hold of yourself, man! ...Every Victory Is Empty? I don’t...who’s sending this?

Anyway. Sorry again, folks at home - I’m sure that Barry is on top of this, and that he can handle his VERY IMPORTANT and NOT AT ALL HACK-ABLE job running the A/V here. Jackson was just disqualified, and I’m not 100% in love with this guy’s attitude from the early going. It will be interesting to hear why he made that decision. Next up, I’ve received word that Mevy Stastias has a message she would like to share. Let’s check it out!”


[Timestamp: Stastias apartment room, near Joliet, Illinois. 6:12 P. M.]

[Emevlas is in front of a mirror, applying face paint and drawing inspiration from Harley Quinn and the like. She had professionally recorded a voice clip earlier in the day to go along with this.]

V/O of Emevlas, who sounds the calmest she has in years, almost somber: "There are many many things that many people don't know about me. I have a collection of DVDs containing every time I've thrown through a table. People don't know that..."

[Video package: About 10 fast-paced clips in black and white of Emevlas in her past promotion throwing or dropping different top male Superstars through tables.]

E V/O, speaking slightly slower: "I am a monster that wreaks havoc anywhere she goes, almost like a bastard spawn of hell ascended to the heavens' plane. People don't know that..."

[Video package: About 8 more of those clips, except with Emevlas throwing female performers through tables.]

E V/O: "I throw, or I drop, or I drive people through those tables as a form of solace and healing, just as if hearing a table crack under the pressure of human weight brings me to a temporary safe haven. People don't want to know that."

[Emevlas slowly looks into the mirror, and she doesn't look like she did at Slamtrack 6. We see that Emevlas's calm and kind of attractive (in a more Judy Garland or Marion Cotillard way, but with Emma Stone's eyebrows if they were brown and more above the eyes and not trying to get beside them) face is covered in paint, with light grey as the base, and black around her piercing blue eyes. Ruby red lipstick over the lips, but with major overshooting on either side, looking like a smile. Tall based triangles shooting diagonally from either ear across either cheek with small pyramids of 3 diamonds on top of the triangles. She looks into her Camileo camera for about 4 seconds to let her new appearance sink in. And, finally...]

"I want to feel better, and Go-Go Spectacular is the key to me feeling fully healed. People now know that."

[CAMERA OFF, returning to the ring where Arin McHenry and referee Jen Glass wait.]

AM: “The folllllowing match, IS SET FOR ONE FAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWL!”

THE SECOND COMING v. esoteric eric

[esoteric eric is already in the ring, looking like a depressed angsty young man with nothing but hate in his eyes.]

AM: “Already in the ring, esoteric! ericericericericahhhhhhh!"




[BIG cheers for 2C as a lone spotlight follows her methodical entrance to the ring. Hood up, jaw-mask on, she looks as intense and intimidating as ever. Danny tries to contain himself. He only partially succeeds.]

AM: “Aaaaand his opponent! From Warwick, New York! She is the #1 Contender for the Red Crown Championship...THE SECOND COMING!”

DD: “I have been WAITING for this, guys! Our #1 Contender is here, and she’s GOT to be upset with the way things went down at the end of SLAMTRACK 6. Kid Koala’s gotta be on her mind, Ivan DALKICHEV’s gotta be on her mind - and here we have poor, poor esoteric eric in there. Part of me wants to see this guy get a chance to shine, but...I’m also ready for the revenge track to begin!”

[DING DING]

[Staredown. A staredown that feels like an eternity, while the crowd chants *SE-COND CO-MING clap clap clapclapclap*. eric makes the first move, locking up with 2C and going for a side headlock. 2C immediately throws double fists to his gut and turns the position into a side suplex, a cover, and a kickout at one. eric gets back to his feet quickly, but 2C drops him with a DDT, the cover kicked out at one and a half. 2C gets to her feet quickly and throws a sharp kick to eric’s ribs, then another. Then another. Referee Jen Glass has her step away for a moment.]

DD: “She looked calm and cool walking in, but it’s cracking, and she looks like she’s losing her temper in there! She’s gotta make sure to focus on the match at hand - we’ve already seen one competitor get an ugly L on their record by going too far!”

[esoteric eric trips up 2C with a drop toe hold, and eric immediately tries to take advantage with a single-leg Boston Crab. After a few moments of fighting it, 2C rolls forward and uses the momentum to fling eric with her previously-trapped leg. She follows it up with several open-palm strikes to the face - eric gets in a shot of his own! A second! The third shot gets blocked by 2C, and she sends him crashing to the mat with an armdrag takedown, which garners more cheers from the crowd.]

DD: “Two See has control here, she’s got him right where she wants hiiiiim, YES! THERE IT IS! She’s locked in the Fall From Grace, and esoteric eric IMMEDIATELY taps!”

[DING DING DING]


AM: “The winner of this match...THE SECOND COMING!”

[As Second Coming’s wrist is raised in victory the boos unleash. KID KOALA walks out from the back with microphone in hand. The cameras pan around through the crowd as KANGARRY ROO comes from one side and eKID NAH from another. POSSUM trails KK as he has lifts the microphone.]

KK: “I told you this company were a pack of gutless dogs. They cannot answer to what you need, 2C. They keep on ushering in a time of what you want. They will not let you succeed as you should because they want you to success as they need you to. Don’t you get it?”

[As KK gets closer, 2C watches around her as the others are getting closer as well.]

KK: “I have tried to show you, 2C. I’ve tried to give you the opportunity to heed my advice but you’re deafened by the sounds of the corporate parade. The trumpets are too loud and you can’t concentrate.”

[He climbs up onto the apron. NAH and ROO climb onto opposite sided aprons. 2C’s eyes flitter from one MARSUPIAL to the next.]

KK: “So now… NOW I HAVE TO MAKE YOU LISTEN!”

[KANGARRY steps over the ropes. 2C charges and nails a dropkick. She turns and runs into a spinning heel kick from eKID NAH! The fans are booing. KK slides in with his microphone. POSSUM slides in with a steel chair.]

KK: “PUT HER ON THE GROUND!”

[2C gets to her feet as KID charges. She dips the shoulder and jams it into his gut flipping him over. She turns and BIG BOOT FROM KANGARRY! The fans boo loudly as POSSUM laced the steel chair around 2C’s neck. KID KOALA climbed up to the top and stood there with the microphone.]

KK: “I’m giving management one last chance to save her! BOOK ME IN A MATCH WITH SECOND COMING OR I WILL DESTROY HER!”

DD: “Oh god, you guys, this isn’t good…”


[Big cheers! At the top of the ramp, two men emerge...RLW head trainer LEYENDA DE OCHO, masked and wearing the closest thing he has to “business attire” in a red polo shirt and jeans, and a hulking giant of a man in a lilac dress shirt with sleeves rolled up, electric purple tie, black slacks, and white-framed glasses. Ocho has a microphone in hand, and the music cuts out quickly.]

LDO: “Kid Koala! You don’t want to do this, man. Get down from there!”

KK: “I called for MANAGEMENT, Ocho, not the help! Get back there and get your boss out here NOW!”

LDO: “No one is bigger than Red Line Wrestling, Kid! We’re not going to let you take over this show!”

KK: “...you really think you can stop me? Suit yourself.”

[Kid Koala flies from the top rope, flipping into a modified Koala Krusher - 2C hops away from the impact at the last second as the crowd erupts! She gets to her feet as Kid Koala yelps in pain and directs the rest of the Marsupials to attack 2C. 2C quickly gets her head out from the chair and STARTS SWINGING!

CRACKKKKK!

CRACKKKKK!

CRACKKKKK!

In rapid succession, Possum, eKid Nah, and finally Kangarry Roo get struck violently in the torso by a furious 2C, and the crowd goes nuts! She starts to make her way over to Kid Koala, who at this point has rolled to a corner and slowly rises to his feet. LDO drops his mic and he and his much larger bespectacled associate come running down the ramp and slide into the ring. LDO attempts to diffuse the situation, which receives a few boos from the crowd.]

2C (without microphone): “Don’t stop me! I swear to God...”

LDO (also without microphone): “Everyone needs to CALM, DOWN! Do you hear me? 2C, if this match happens, that means he’s getting what he wants!”

2C: “I WANT IT TOO! Don’t you get it??”

[LDO continues to plead with 2C to put the chair down. Kid Koala sprints out from the corner! The associate yells “LOOK OUT!” just in time for LDO to turn around and eat a running knee to the groin! LDO buckles and the associate goes for a big haymaker to Kid Koala, who ducks underneath it, rolls out of the ring, and taunts the universe as he and the Marsupials make their way back up the ramp. The fans are disgusted, but then let out some loud cheers as 2C’s music resumes. 2C slams the chair on the ground in anger as LDO’s associate checks on him, then starts calling Kid Koala a ‘damn punk’, among other things.]

DD: “...I have no words for what we’ve just witnessed. That was...that escalated QUICKLY. We will find out soon enough I’m sure if the match will happen or not - both competitors obviously do, but the folks who pay the bills CAN’T be happy with the route this has taken. Ugly. Just, ugly.

Hold on a moment - Barry’s telling me something in my ear. You’ve figured it out? The interruptions from before?? Well don’t tell ME about it! Show the people! Let’s roll it!”


[A familiar video takes over the screen. Light splashes from left to right with an accompanying grinding metal sound effect. Grain and flicker reminiscent of old 8mm film projection filters the blackness of the screen. A flash of light; quickly makes a black masked face visible for a few frames. The image skews slightly to the right, and then inverts. Returning back to normal just before being overtaken once again by the flickering blackness.

“Causa Perdida” flashes in the frame, glitches, flips vertically and stutters between the original and “Lost Cause,” with a bit of a twitch as Green River’s “Swallow My Pride” begins.

Black.

“Máscara Negro” flashes on the screen briefly and again the glitch and static effect converts it to the translation of “Black Mask.”]

V/O: “Every victory is empty…”

[As the voice over echos; a shadowed image of a masked man comes into clear view. His back against the camera. His head turned to expose the silhouette of his masked face.

The room becomes illuminated sporadically with the erratic cadence of an electrical arc. As the light the splashes on the subject; subtle details of the patent black leather trim set on the flat black base become more apparent with each jolt of visibility.]

V/O: “This world is a lost cause.”

[The camera pushes in toward the subject but within a moment of darkness between harsh light; the man is no longer present.]

V/O: “And all who challenge …”

[Black. “Lost” flashes.]

V/O: “...shall find every victory vacuous and each defeat, indifferent.”

[“Cause” flashes. Static. Black.]


DD: “Well, now. Asked, and answered. We’ve seen this sort of thing for two weeks now and I’m still not sure what to make of it. Clearly, this ties in to the post match interruptions we have been experiencing tonight and I imagine whatever this is about should come to light sooner rather than later.

Well guess what, folks? It’s MAIN EVENT TIME! The hulking titan man-beast, the Crimson Colossus, the self-proclaimed Tsar of Red Line Wrestling, IVAN DALKICHEV takes on someone that I PERSONALLY think you’re going to love. The can’t-miss prospect I discovered myself down in Florida - the Hottest Wrestler on the Scoville Scale! El Habanero! Let’s take it to the ring.”

AM: “The following contest, is the MAIIIIN EVENT! It’s not for the Red Crown Championship, but gosh, it’ll still be a good’un!”

NON-TITLE MATCH
‘the last titan’ IVAN DALKICHEV (c) v. EL HABANERO



[A luchador with a black mask featuring fireball swirls on the side emerges and is SO EXCITED TO BE THERE. He is incredibly animated and high fives as many people as he can on his way to the ring, garnering lots of love from the younger crowd in the stands.]

AM: “Introducing first! FROM PARTS UNKNOWN?!? Weighing innnnnn at 183 pounds! ELLLLLL HAAAAAAABANERRRRRRRRO!”

DD: “I’m so proud of this guy! I’m proclaiming it here, and I’m proclaiming it now - in five years? This guy is going to be an international sensation. He’s going to be in movies, he’s going to be on sitcoms, he’s going to have a hundred championships - AND I FOUND HIM FIRST. I know, I know - he’s nervous about his first match and all, and y’all might say there’s favoritism - but I swear, I believe in my heart of hearts that this guy is that proverbial blue chipper!”



[ALL THE BOOS. Nathan Fear emerges first, holding the Red Crown aloft, followed by a mesmerized IVAN DALKICHEV who wears the title belt component of the Red Crown Championship over his right shoulder. They are accompanied by Fear’s hired muscle, Stephen Waltz. Arin audibly gulps before this introduction.]

AM: “.....and his opponent, from Seattle, Washington...your Red Crown Champion. Ivan….Dalkichev!”

DD: “...a little less animated, perhaps, and I get it. This man is SCARY. He’s run roughshod over the entire roster on the way to the top of the heap, putting such stars as Go-Go Spectacular and Russ Spackler on the shelf for various amounts of time. It’s one thing to be 402 pounds, it’s ANOTHER thing to have so much of it as pure muscle and athleticism! But hey, YOU CAN DO IT, HABS! DANNY BELIEVES IN YOU!”

[DING DING]

[Fear exits the ring after collecting the belt from Ivan. Ivan slowly walks forward as El Habanero does the Sign of the Cross to himself. Habs charges first and throws a forearm into Ivan’s gut - to no effect. Ivan’s face is expressionless, and Fear cackles on the outside. Habs sprints to the ropes, rebounds for momentum, and throws ANOTHER forearm to the gut - once again no-sold.]

DD: “If this were boxing, Habanero would be winning this round, am I right y’all?”

[Habs takes a second and thinks about his next plan of action, realizing early that he may be ill-equipped to chop down this redwood with strikes. He bounces off the ropes and leaps, raising his knees and grabbing Ivan by the head in an attempted front Lungblower - Ivan catches him, gives no facial expression, and spikes him with a simple short powerbomb. He lazily puts a fut over Habanero’s chest, but Habs wrenches a shoulder up at two.]

DD: “Come on, Habby, you got this! Try something else!”

[Habs shakes out the cobwebs and ducks a big meaty fist before going for a springboard cross body! Ivan...catches him. Again. And plants him with a front power slam. Ivan slowly gets up and drops a hamhock elbow squarely to the chest of the much smaller Habs, before going for another cover and a kickout at two.]

DD: “Something’s...something’s not right here. Ivan shouldn’t be able to deflect EVERYTHING like this, right?? Come on, Habanero, HIT HIM!”

[Habs looks over at Danny, and though his mask covers his facial expression, he shrugs his shoulders as if to say “I’m trying!”. He throws a few kicks at the legs of Ivan, who seems to absorb most of the power, though by the fifth and sixth kicks Ivan gives a slight wince of pain. Fear notices this, admonishes his giant, and tells him to finish it. Habs sprints to the corner and steadies himself, before FLYING for a seated senton! Ivan half-catches him and spikes him IMMEDIATELY with a Titan Bomb!]

DD: “No, no no no no no-”

1!

2!

3!

[DING DING DING]

AM: “...the winner, Ivan Dalkichev.”


[So many boos. Danny Dalton is uncharacteristically sulking at the commentary table. Fear sternly looks to the new employee as he points to the ringside area, and Stephen Waltz promptly rolls out to the floor to retrieve the microphone. After a bit of unwarranted attitude toward Arin McHenry, he wrangles the mic from the ring announcer's hand, and goes back into the ring to deliver it to his boss. The angry din filling the building gets a bit louder as the fans anticipate another speech from the sharp-dressed manager.]

NF: "Is this the BEST you can deliver, Red Line? Is this ALL you can throw at the Red Crown Champion?"

DD: “...he just got lucky, Fear. That’s all.”

[He shakes his head, wearing an absolutely dour and repugnant expression.]

NF: "You've thrown the best of the best toward this man... playboys, lady luchadors, snot monsters... whatever the hell THAT was that just got crushed into the canvas a minute ago... but honestly, that locker room isn't fit for a THREE-RING CIRCUS! And you call yourselves a federation of PROFESSIONAL WRESTLING?!"

[He chuckles, and Waltz follows suit, as the fans boo even louder.]

DD: “What do you mean, THAT? That’s El Habanero! He’s the man! Don’t talk about him like that!”

NF: "I have to say, I'm sorely disappointed. When we first arrived here at Chicago, there was no doubt in my mind whatsoever that I would see 'the Last Titan' Ivan Dalkichev to climb to the top of the pile... but I had no idea you'd make it THIS EASY!"

[LOUD JEERS! Dalkichev gazes coldly into the seats...]

NF: "I'm beginning to wonder if coming here was nothing more than an absolute waste of my time, money, and effort. I came to Red Line Wrestling to serve 'the Crimson Colossus' of professional wrestling a challenge worthy of an elite contender such as he is. I came here to put the wrestling world on NOTICE... but I honestly couldn't picture anybody taking notice of what goes on to this D-league geek show with the so-called 'talent' you morons cheer on night after night."

[BOOMING JEERS! Nathan Fear's smile only widens...]

DD: “How DARE he call this a D-league show?? That’s just INFURIATING…”

NF: "You can hate me all you want, but even you people can't deny that I'm RIGHT. Do you have ANY reason to think otherwise? I mean, honestly... do you think there's ANY WAY or ANYBODY back in that locker room that could change the way things are going? Is there ANYONE who could topple the great TSAR of Professional Wrestling?"

[Over the angry rabble, a chant can be heard. As more people hear it, they pick it up... and soon, the entire Sullivan Athletic Center is BOOMING with "SE-COND CO-MING! *CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!-CLAP!-CLAP!* SE-COND CO-MING! *CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!-CLAP!-CLAP!* Fear's grin slowly wanes as it gets louder. Meanwhile, the Red Crown Champion's head stoically swivels around on his neck as he gazes into the crowd with rage filling his eyes.]

NF: "...ah yes, I supposed we can't forget the alleged 'Number One Contender'. Is that what you want, Chicago? Do you want to see the 'the Last Titan' IVAN DALKICHEV put the vaunted Red Crown Championship on the line against the SECOND COMING!?"

[MASSIVE POP... and then Fear grins.]

NF: "Well KEEP DREAMING, because that will NEVER happen!"

[His cackles are drowned out by the uproar of JEERS from the fans.]

NF: "First of all, it's unlikely there will be anything of that stupid girl left when she's done dealing with the... Marmots of Malice, or whatever they're called. I mean, I've heard of having big fish to fry, but if you ask me, if she can't handle a few measly minnows in kangaroo costumes, then I'd hate to think what would happen to her when she goes after the MEGALODON that is the Red Crown Champion of Red Line Wrestling!"

DD: “Was he not watching before?? 2C kicked SO MUCH BUTT out there!”

[He chuckles again as the fans continue to boo. Stephen tries to back him up by making a fishing reel motion with his hands, but this only gets an annoyed look from his employer. As Waltz meekly backs up, Fear turns his attention back to the crowd.]

NF: "Secondly, I hate to break this to you, people... but we don't intend to be sticking around Red Line OR this filthy city much longer. This federation is and always was nothing more than a stepping stone to greater accolades, and given how easy you've made it look, I don't think it will be long before we get that call from the big leagues..."

[His temples pulsate ever so slightly as he grinds the back of his teeth... still smiling, but having a hard time showing it.]

NF: "...and I KNOW... I can ABSOLUTELY GUARANTEE... that call will be coming soon! SOON!"

DD: “Can he though? Can he REALLY?”

[The fans egg him on, but he ignores it...]

NF: "And once it's here, there won't be a number one contender anymore... because there won't even be a CHAMPION! We'll rise up to a better place... we'll leave this company to build itself back up from the ground up, with a gaping hole in its roster... and we won't think twice about it. And you know why? Because we deserve better..."

[He sneers, pointing to the towering man with the Red Crown Championship strapped over his shoulder. Ivan Dalkichev continues to watch the crowd intensely.]

NF: "Ivan DESERVES to wrestle in a BETTER FEDERATION..."

[LOUD JEERS...]

NF: "He DESERVES wrestle BETTER OPPONENTS..."

[BOOMING JEERS...]

NF: "And he DESERVES to wrestle in front of BETTER FANS, in a BETTER CITY!!"

[DEAFENING JEERS, followed by a SALVO of garbage thrown to the ring!]

NF: "So I hope you enjoyed the waste of time you just watched, Chicago... because for all you know, this may be the LAST TIME any of you see 'the LAST TITAN'!"


[Heedlessly dropping the mic, Fear holds out his hands as the fans continue to boo at full volume. Meanwhile, "The Last Titan" Ivan Dalkichev defiantly hoists the Red Crown Championship HIGH over his head, baring his teeth like a hungry Kodiak off the Siberian plain. More garbage gets thrown, and now Stephen Waltz has to step in the way to ensure the boss' suit doesn't get ruined by an incoming half-eaten hotdog lathered in mustard. The three quickly make their exit before the situation can get any more out of hand, Waltz leading the way and bullying the fans reaching over the barricade, Fear in the middle making eye contact with nobody, and the gigantic champion taking up the rear, getting ever angrier as the fans continue to jeer in his face.]

DD: “I know I’m supposed to be unbiased...but I can’t WAIT for someone to prove that guy wrong....”

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