This match was… interesting… to say the least.
Dahaka used a variety of attacks to try and wear down the mighty Viking, but ended up spending most of the match following Olvir around the ring as he posed and blew his Viking horn at random intervals. Frustrated at his strategy, or complete lack thereof, or indeed… complete lack of even acknowledging a match was taking place, Dahaka left the ring and returned with a steel chair, which she firmly planted over Olvir’s head.
This however seemed to excite the Viking, and he turned and simply bellowed in her direction. Dahaka, taken aback, slapped him across the face. Olvir smiled and scooped her up, climbing with her through the ropes and, as she fought back carried her up the ramp and through the curtain to um…parts unknown?
Result: Double Countout
Interlude –
[Backstage, Sean 'Triple X' Stevens is seen walking down a broad corridor. He appears focused and brooding, hair damp and dressed for business. He rounds a corner and quickly comes to a halt. He had nearly CRASHED into his bouncing nemesis -- Ice Tre.]
STEVENS: ...
[The stared at eachother for a moment, the air tense. Tre absently felt for the bandage on his forehead before his eyes caught Stevens t-shirt. They were both EXACTLY the same. Black cotton with the text across written in a bold, jarring white. It read, quite simply, "Caitlyn, Your Toe Is Showing!"]
ICE TRE: ...
[They quietly circled in the hall, each transfixed on the other's choice in t-shirt.]
STEVENS: ... nice shirt. I hear the 100% cotton makes the bumpy ambulance ride a little easier on the bruises.
[Tre points to Trip's shirt.]
ICE TRE: Glad you think so.
[Tre smirked, brushing off his right shoulder as he backpeddled. Stevens stood his ground, watching Tre disappear around the corner before continuing on himself.]
[We open up outside the closed door of Dan Ryan’s office, where MOJO MASSEY stands ready with a mic. Next to him is ROCKO DAYMON, looking rather impatient.]
Mojo!: Hey guys, it’s me again. I’m here with—
Rocko: Yeah, yeah, they already know who we are. Shut up and let’s get the show on the road.
Mojo!: Okay…
[Mojo turns to the door and apprehensively readies himself to encroach upon the EPW owner’s domain. He raises his arm and is only able to get a single knock off before Rocko, losing what’s left of his patience, practically steamrolls over him as he grabs the doorknob and breaches the office. Inside, we can see DAN RYAN, the boss himself, behind his desk and in the middle of a phone conversation.]
Ryan: Look, just buy as many shares as you can. I want complete control over—
[He looks up and sees who just came in.]
Ryan: Hey… let me call you back.
[He hangs up and clasps his hands together, leaning forward, eyes focused solely on Daymon.]
Ryan: Okay, Rocko… what’s up?
Rocko: I’m here for only one thing, Boss. I want a shot for the title at Black Dawn.
[Ryan leans back, biting the corner of his lip.]
Ryan: Hmm… might not be able to grant that request, Rock. You see, the World Title scene has been pretty competitive as of late. The waiting list for a title shot is as long as my arm. As it is, I’m giving the spot on Black Dawn to the number one contender… and hopefully, we’ll have one by the end of tonight. But as of right now, I really don’t know of any reason why you should be put ahead of them.
Rocko: Then I’ll give you a reason. I’m just asking for you to give the opportunity to make you think otherwise.
Ryan: You had that opportunity at Russian Roulette… and it slipped through your fingers. I’m Sorry, Rock, but it looks like your ship has sailed. Maybe in a year or so, we can—
Rocko: Don’t give me that crap. I was SCREWED at Russian Roulette, and you know it! Hiroshi didn’t walk out of that match with the win, but somehow he’s granted a shot at JA’s number one contendership.
Ryan: Well, he DID ask nicely…
Rocko: If I knew that all I had to do was ask, I would have been here a lot sooner.
[Thoughtfully, Dan Ryan strokes his chin.]
Ryan: As far as I’m concerned, the screwjob at Russian Roulette was just comeuppance for all those that were equally screwed in the King of the Cage. But, because that was more of your wife than anything, and because I’m also a fair guy…
[A shark-like grin spreads across his face as he says this.]
Ryan: …I’m going to give you one more chance. Maybe if you and your partner can get your act together and win tonight against the tag team champions, I might consider giving you the winner of tonight’s face-off between Hiroshi and JA. Is that enough?
[Rocko comes to his feet.]
Rocko: …it’s doable.
[He promptly exits the office. Mojo stands as well and turns to the camera.]
Mojo!: Well fans, there you have it! Should Rocko Daymon succeed tonight against the Proletariat, then—
Ryan: Mojo, shut up and get out of here.
Mojo!: OH, uh… okay, sorry.
[Meekly, Mojo leaves the office as Ryan picks up the phone and begins dialing again. We cut back to the commentary table.]