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RIOT!

Fireworks explode from the stage, the rafters, just about every conceivable inch of the ring, resulting in a raucous ovation from the fans. They are out of their seats and on their feet, hands thrust in the air holding a variety of interesting signs.

Mark: Another edition of Riot! is here as well as Mark Comeau and my partner Susie Moore to call all the action.

Susie: We should star in our own buddy cop film if we’re partners. You can be the wise old veteran officer, and I’ll be the unstable, yet comedic youth.

Comeau: What part of that would actually require you to act?

ORLANDO CRUZE & JOHNNY KINGDOM ©
VS.
PORNO LAD & JASON WHEELER

The words “How about I just do whatever I want” boom through the arena speakers and then Original Prankster blasts through the speakers. Porno Lad steps out from behind the curtain wearing an expensive white leather jacket. Oddly none of his entourage accompanies him to the ring this evening, surprisingly coming out entirely on his own.

Until the break of dawn
Life, life, cannot go by the letter
Time, time, Prozac can make it better
Noise, noise, any kind will do
Can you feel it slip away, well it's all on you

As he walks he smirks confidently pointing to the crowd and then shaking his head in an expression that just says “you just want to be like me”

Crime, crime, rockin' like Janet Reno
Time, time, eighteen and life in Chino
Freud, Freud, all alone it's true
Well you see the coming day catches up to you, yeah

Porno lad stops and throws out his arms in conjunction with an explosion of pyrotechnics that rock the staging area.

CHORUS:
Knock down the walls-
It's alive in you
Knock down the place-
You're alone it's true
Knock down the world-
It's alive in you
You're gonna keep your head up through it all
You're gonna bust out on it-
Original Prankster
Break out, yeah-
Original, yeah
Bust out on it-
Original Prankster
You'll never stop now, stop now, that's what the main men say

Porno Lad now slides into the ring and continues to feed off the mixed reaction he’s getting before going into a spin and removing his jacket at the same time. He throws it over the official’s head, momentarily blinding the referee.

Comeau: What a way to kick start the last stop before Destiny. Tag Team Titles about to be put on the line in what may be one of the most intriguing bouts in Riot! history. Made all the more interesting thanks to Porno Lad’s involvement, considering his mixed emotions towards Jason Wheeler.

Susie: Mixed emotion? But he’s too young to go through menopause.

Mark: And you’re too young to suffer from elderly dementia, yet it’s still possible. Porno Lad has to be all turned around after Wheeler’s BETRAYAL last week. It’ll be interesting to see the dichotomy between the two this evening.

Open your heart it's gonna be alriiiiiiiii....

SING IT!

Thunder, rain, and lightning
Danger, water rising
Clamour, sirens wailing
It's such a bad sign

The crowd erupts into boos at this sight but Wheeler doesn't come out of the big screen even though the music continues.

Shadows of dark creatures
Steel clouds floating in the air
People run for shelter
What's gonna happen to us!?
All the steps we take, all the moves we make, all the pain at stake
I see the chaos for everyone
who are we what can we do
You and I are same in the way
that we have our own styles that we won't change

The audience isn't sure what to make of it until a small cry from a group of people comes from an audience exit way. Crouching on the archway to the exit is The Black Cat himself.

Yours is filled with evil and mine's not there is no way I can lose
Can't hold on much longer - But I will never let go
I know it's a one way track - Tell me now how long this'll last
I'm not gonna think this way - Nor will I count on others
Close my eyes and feel it burn - Now I see what I've gotta do
OPEN YOUR HEART, IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

He looks as the audience tries to get past the security guards and hops down.

If it won't stop,
there will be no future for us
Its heart is tied down by all the hate, gotta set him free

Wheeler almost runs down the stairs, hoping over the rail and sliding into the ring. He then stays there for a moment before slowly pulling himself up. The N.H.B Championship is wrapped tightly around his waist, the belt gleaming brightly as he starts to stand. Porno Lad watches him and the title around his waist the entire time.

Can't hold on much longer - But I will never let go
I know it's a one way track - Tell me now how long this'll last
I'm not gonna think this way - Nor will I count on others
Close my eyes and feel it burn - Now I see what I've gotta do
OPEN YOUR HEART, IT'S GONNA BE ALRIGHT

The song repeats the last line as the Black Cat leaps to the turnbuckle, posing for the fans just to rub his superiority in their faces. His condescending grin and his self righteous attitude only further infuriates the fans.

The loud, piercing screams of the fans do nothing to remove Wheeler’s smug, cocksureness. He strolls arrogantly towards Porno Lad, ignoring the icy glare of his partner.

Mark: And here is the IWC NHB Champion, who has quickly become the most hated man in the industry. Who could have suspected that he would side with Christian Savior?

Susie: Me, because I watch SCW.

Comeau: Ugh, thanks for that Susie.

Moore: Your welcome.

Mark: But yes, Wheeler and Savior have been running wild all over SCW the past few months, I just didn’t think Jason would bring such a brand of lunacy here to the IWC. Apparently my opinion of him was too high.

Wheeler drops to the canvas, still adorned by his NHB/Neverland Title and turning towards an equally as confident Porno Lad.

The crowd’s vocal berating of the combined talents of Wheeler and Porno Lad transforms into a building shaking ovation when “You Know My Name” cuts through the PA system. Just about every fan is on their feet showing their support for the veteran Orlando Cruze, who strolls onto the stage and down the ramp for one of the last times in his long, illustrious career. The Tag Team Title belt rests over his shoulder but is of no interest to the gruff looking Icon, who’s about to step foot into the ring with his arch rival serving as his partner. Nevertheless he moves up the steps across the apron, and into the ring, sharing a long, tense stare with the traitorous Jason Wheeler.

Comeau: Here is another man who thinks his partner is skating on thin ice.

Susie: I’ve lost seven sisters to that already, plus one choked to death on a Barbie Doll.

Mark: Tragic, just like the downfall of the Tag Team Champions. Orlando and Johnny were working fine as a team shockingly, until that number one contendership for the World title came between them.

The Icon is still too livid to play to his fans, to embrace those relishing at the sight of one of his final matches. The source of his anger follows right behind him as…

WAKE UP

…Tears through the speakers and keeps the fans standing, unable to return to their seat. Shockingly Kingdom is actually adorned with the other half of the Tag Team titles for a change, albeit allowing it to hang from his palm scraping across the ramp. Neither he nor Orlando take their eyes off of one another or so much as flinch as Kingdom moves down the ramp. The magnitude of teaming with Cruze for what may be the last time seems to set in on Johnny, who hesitates at ringside.

The second Kingdom enters the ring he goes nose to nose with Orlando, the Tag Team Champions mere seconds from abandoning all inhibitions.

Comeau: This is not going to work…..

Moore: Yeah, who knew I couldn’t fit an entire potato in there.

Mark: I mean this situation between Kingdom and Cruze, although what you’re doing is equally as disgusting. Over the past few weeks we’ve seen Cruze, Rock Bottom Kingdom, and Johnny, bash Orlando in his head with a steel chair. There’s no way these two can function as a cohesive unit.

The bell chimes but neither Cruze nor Kingdom have moved an inch, still not taking their eyes off of one another. Johnny slowly lowers the Tag Team Title belt from his shoulder, handing it over to the referee. His movements are methodical, as if in anticipation of Orlando taking a swing at any given moment.

Orlando does the same with his belt, moving equally as slow. Neither man says a word, not even trying to decide who will start this match because the idea of a contest with them teaming together happening in the first place is ridiculous. Before they can unload on each other, both Porno Lad and Wheeler put aside their issues and charge the champions.

Comeau: Wheeler and Porno Lad jumping the gun!

Susie: Sounds sexy.

Mark: They may not like each other, but they love the allure of gold.

Porno Lad’s fist connects to Cruze’s jaw, staggering him slightly before the Icon answers back with a shot of his own. The fist hits Porno Lad’s jaw with enough force to rattle his teeth, but the treacherous young star replies with a poke to the eye.

Wheeler and Kingdom are throwing a fury of shots at one another, each man trying to bludgeon the other. Finally the Black Cat stomps Kingdom to his knee and grabs him by the back of the head, charging him towards one of the corners.

Just before he can hit the corner Johnny switches positions with Wheeler, countering then driving him forehead first against the turnbuckle. Wheeler bounces off, turning his back to the corner while Kingdom begins to stomp away at his ribs.

That’s until he’s grabbed by the shoulder, Porno Lad spinning him into a European Uppercut. A stunned Porno Lad looks down at his bicep, his arm still hooked in the Euro uppercut position.

Porno Lad: Wow, in the words of the immortal Steven Q. Urkel, “did I do that?”

His obscure TV reference and prideful display is stopped by Orlando, who rushes up behind him, takes his tights and hair then throws him through the ropes. Porno Lad splatters across the outside mats back first, leaving him spent. Inside of the ring Orlando steps past his partner who is still recovering from that Uppercut, both men exchanging a long hard stare.

They abandon their mutual hatred for one another in favor of brutalizing their arrogant prey, Orlando going so far as to step up the corner in front of Wheeler raining down right hands into his face.

Fans: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9….

Orlando is unable to land a tenth fist to the face because Wheeler steps out of the corner, drags him across the ring and tries to drop the former World Champion testicles first to his knee.

A roar of pain emanates from Orlando as he turns away from his partner, clutching at his possibly swollen testicles. The intense Wheeler crouches behind Cruze, hands on his knees, ready to deliver some type of knock out shot. Kingdom spots this from the corner of his eye, stepping in to stop Wheeler’s plot before it can be hatched.

Suddenly he stops himself, stepping back with a confused expression on his face. He’s actually allowing Wheeler to pulverize Cruze while he rests in his team’s corner.

Comeau: Oh no, I thought you were better than that Johnny, don’t let your personal grudge screw you and Orlando out of those belts.

Susie: Yeah, and I thought he was better than that too. I really didn’t, but I just mimic what you say to put in less work.

Mark: As if you weren’t putting in the bare minimum amount of work already.

Orlando slowly turns right into Wheeler who steps in for the superkick. It misses its mark, Orlando ducking out of the way in the nick of time. Jason now spins around and comes charging at a stooped forward Cruze who surprisingly catches him with a Samoan Drop.

Mark: Orlando STILL avoided the kick. The six time IWC World Champion just took down the 8 time SCW World Champion.

Jason grips at his kidneys and rolls under the ropes, landing on his feet albeit stooped over gripping at his kidneys. Porno Lad now steps towards him, surprisingly checking on his partner’s condition. Neither man has any idea that Kingdom is stepping up behind them, enraged that they didn’t take out the Icon.

He snatches hold of the back of Wheeler’s head and charges him straight at the announce table. The N.H.B Champion is unable to stop from being rammed viciously face first into the surface of the table. Before Porno Lad can interject, the back of his head is engulfed by the palm of the Icon.

Orlando has snuck up behind their other opponent and is now dragging Porno Lad’s face down into the table right beside Wheeler’s. That’s when the eyes of Orlando and Kingdom meet, both men still holding the back of their opponent’s heads, but their attention is deadlocked on one another.

Kingdom now drives Jason again face first into the table, prompting Orlando to do the same to Porno Lad albeit with much greater force. Seeing the way that Porno Lad’s head met the announce table motivates Kingdom to put greater emphasis behind slamming Wheeler skull first into the wood.

Comeau: Orlando and Kingdom trying to outdo each other by putting their opponents face first into our table.

Susie: This looks fun, can I slam your face against the table, Mark? We want to fit in don’t we?

The ever aggressive Tag Team Champions motivate one another to dish out greater punishment on their opponents each time they so much as glance in the other’s direction. That’s why Orlando is dragging Porno Lad to one side of the ring while Kingdom is forcing Wheeler to the other.

Jason and Porno Lad are whipped simultaneously into the exposed steel ring posts. Wheeler cracks skull first off of the post, twisting around and spilling to the mats while his partner suffers an identical fate.

The Challengers lay strewn across the mats gripping at their possibly shattered skulls but are given no time to properly recuperate. Their quickly snatched up by their opponents and rolled back into the ring, the official still shouting at the Champions to stop this disorderly conduct.

Of course Kingdom and Cruze aren’t listening as they enter and hover over their opponents. Once again their eyes meet, all their animosity flowing to the surface. Their long, brutal history is told by the stare that they exchange. Finally Orlando turns, grabbing Porno Lad’s legs and trying to tie him up into the sharpshooter.

At the exact same time Kingdom drops down, attempting to apply the crossface on Wheeler. The fans are standing up in anticipation of seeing these simultaneous finishing submission holds from two of the BIGGEST stars in IWC today. The plans of both Champions go awry. Porno Lad shockingly counters by rolling to his back, wedging his feet to Orlando and shoving him off the sharpshooter.

Coincidently Wheeler has rolled to his side, dragging Johnny over top of him and pulling him down to the back of his shoulders. Wheeler now stands up with Johnny’s legs in the air and wedges his shoulders to the back of his knees, leaning down into a cover.

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Orlando has been pushed backwards right into this pinning predicament, allowing him to turn and jump over Wheeler’s hunched over back. He catches the double Champion around the waist and rolls him out of his attempted pin into a sunset flip.

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Jason rolls backwards onto his feet and into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at Orlando who surprises his opponent by catching him with a monkey flip.

Unfortunately he sends Wheeler flying upside down right into a now standing Kingdom. As a result Jason wraps his legs around Johnny’s neck and snaps him over into a hurricarana.

Comeau: What in the BLUE BLAZES was that?

Moore: What, what did I miss? I was painting my toes. TELL ME!

Orlando turns to see what he set in motion but shows no remorse for what he accidentally did to his own partner. Instead of spending time worrying about Kingdom, the Icon stands and approaches the now upright Black Cat. A hard fist nails Jason to the lips, knocking him backwards.

Orlando: I should have known, I should have KNOWN!

These words are screamed by a deranged Orlando, who immediately proceeds to chop Jason remorselessly across his chest. Porno Lad and Kingdom have ended up in their respective corners one way or the other, the Prankster voluntarily retreating to his, and Johnny rolling to the apron on instinct.

Orlando hits more chops that a lumberjack across Jason’s sternum before finally taking him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Jason is shot off across the ring, hitting the ropes right as Porno Lad reaches over them and catches his partner by the arm, keeping him from ricocheting back into Orlando’s waiting arms.

Cruze now comes charging in at the allusive Black Cat who drops to his back, pulling down on the top rope. He completely low bridges Orlando, causing him to spill over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Cruze has flipped completely over sideways before eventually smashing into the thin protective mats.

He reaches for his ribs at this point, starting to stand up while Porno Lad ascends the turnbuckle behind him. By the time Orlando gets up it’s too late to dodge the airborne Prankster, who crashes down right into Orlando’s shoulder with a big splash.

Both men spill to the mats with Porno Lad rolling across them gripping at his battered mid-section. An absolutely stunned Orlando looks towards the rafters, blinking his eyes and trying to regain some of his faculties. Despite that nasty collision, Cruze begins to stand up, willing himself to his feet.

He’s just gotten to a standing base when Wheeler rushes across the ring and back flips over the cables into a standing moonsault. Wheeler slams into Orlando’s opposite shoulder, knocking the Icon to the mats while the graceful Black Cat coincidentally lands on his feet.

Comeau: Porno Lad and Wheeler throwing their bodies through the air like…..

Susie: UFOs?

Mark: I wouldn’t use that comparison…

Moore: I was abducted by a UFO once. It had all these flashy lights and it rocked back and forth, and I had to put a penny in to keep from getting an anal probe.

Comeau: Was this UFO miniature and outside of a grocery store?

Susie: Wow, you were abducted by it too? I see they gave you the anal probe though.

The Manhattan Center fans cannot help but to scream excitedly at the sight of this succession of dives by the challengers, who are both recovering, even as their opponent begins to stir.

Orlando looks shocked as he fights to reach his feet, his body aching from head to toe, but his pain has only just begun. The moment that he reaches his feet, Wheeler and Porno Lad step in and under the guise of the Black Cat apply a double front chancery.

They both snap back into a double vertical suplex, slamming Cruze hard against the mats. Orlando sits up reaching for his kidneys and trying to block the agony coursing through his tired muscles.

Wheeler steps in and snatches him around the neck, rolling him to his feet and then into the ring. He quickly climbs up onto the apron and then pulls himself over, transitioning in mid-air before dropping down elbow first into Orlando’s sternum.

The Black Cat’s elbow meets with enough force to the pectoral region that Cruze is forced to curl up arms draped over his damaged chest. Kingdom is now sitting up in the corner, holding onto the ropes to keep himself upright and watching Orlando’s suffrage escalate in the ring. He does absolutely nothing about it, in fact, he relishes at the sight of Cruze’s trauma.

Despite his pain, and his negligent partner, Orlando starts to heroically rise to his feet only to have Jason take him around the neck and pull him towards his corner. He reaches out slapping Porno Lad’s hand and then lifting up Orlando’s arm to leave his ribs exposed.

Jason delicately words his demands as he instructs Porno Lad to climb the corner and hit the obligatory double axehandle to the exposed mid-section of Orlando. However, PL just doesn’t seem too willing to comply to these orders.

Porno Lad: A double axehandle? What the hell is that? Does it even have a flip or a springboard or a side headlock involved with it?

Jason rolls his eyes and instead of waiting for Porno Lad to grasp the complexity of an axehandle he scoops Orlando into the air and slams him down hard across his back. He now steps aside and motions with outstretched palms towards the former 6 time World Champion.

Wheeler: Go crazy. Flip till you can’t flip no more.

Porno Lad’s eyes widen as he springs to the top rope and then flies off into a forward flip. But he doesn’t crash down onto the laid out Orlando, instead he lands right on his feet beside him. That’s when Porno Lad has the audacity to swipe his foot backwards, kicking it into the side of Orlando’s face.

This audacious maneuver results in some boos from the crowd, not taking kindly at all to Porno Lad’s poor sportsmanship.

He can care less what they think, especially as he back flips into a standing twisting corkscrew that meets with the raised knees of Orlando. A wail emanates from Porno Lad, his eyes bulging from their sockets as he experiences greater pain than ever before.

He rolls across the canvas gripping at his chest while Orlando desperately begins to pull himself towards his partner. The fans are cheering loudly, very anxious to see the tag made between champions. Unfortunately the fans aren’t given what they want, because Orlando’s outstretched hand hangs in there between he and his partner without a tag being made.

Johnny grips at the back of his neck, acting as if he’s TOO injured to make a tag. An enraged Orlando stands up, his whole body trembling with rage, his teeth grating against each other as he struggles with every fiber of his being to keep from destroying his partner.

That’s when Porno Lad jumps high into the air behind Cruze, landing knees first on his shoulders then falling forward. Orlando is sent flying towards the ropes with a modified head scissors, causing him to land chest first on the middle rope. His arms dangle over the cables while Porno Lad turns and dives towards Wheeler, slapping his leg through the ropes.

Jason, who has just begun to catch his breath, stares towards Porno Lad in anger over the tag. However, Porno Lad pays no attention to his partner’s anger, instead he grabs a water bottle from beneath the ring, takes a swig of aqua and spits it into a bucket.

Mark: Umm, Porno Lad obviously mistaking himself for Roy Jones Jr., or some other famous boxer.

Susie: Like Clubber Lang, or Ivan Drago?

Comeau: Those are just fictional characters Susie.

Moore: Really? That’s why they haven’t answered my love letters.

The crowd is solidly behind Orlando even as Jason rushes up behind him, lunges into the air, and nails a dropkick right between his shoulder blades. The Icon’s throat bounces from the middle rope, being briefly strangled before he rolls back to the center of the ring. All the while Jason cups his hands behind his head, and does some squat thrust until he eventually spits in the fans’ direction.

They jump all over him and his cowardly display before he turns around and hocks a loogie straight through the ropes into Kingdom’s face.

Comeau: Oh-ho-ho!

Susie: Zelda just spat on Dr. Loomis’ face.

As if the crowd already didn’t have enough to be angry about, they now share in Johnny’s boiling rage. He rises slowly to his feet, glaring over the ropes and into the smug, shallow grin of the Neverland Champion. Every inch of his body seems to be teeming with inner rage, on the verge of overflowing.

Mark: Johnny was angry with Wheeler before, but now he’s just been made homicidal.

Jason back peddles across the ring, swiping his hands across his waist, bragging about his title success before his eyes transfer to Porno Lad on the outside of the squared circle. He is now holding up the NHB title belt, pointing to it excitedly, trying to complete Wheeler’s jab at the Team Leader.

The visual aid backfires, causing Wheeler to be distracted by his partner’s audacity. This provides the perfect opportunity for Orlando, who wedges his shoulder to Jason’s spine, hoists him into the air in a back drop position, but then transitions into a Rock Bottom.

The fans are stunned by this unique Rock Bottom variation that has left Wheeler completely laid out. At the sight of this Porno Lad timidly returns the NHB title to the official and backs away as if he never touched it.

His absent mindedness stops him from preventing the impending tag between the Champions. Surprisingly Johnny now has his arm stretched over the ropes into the ring, his nose still dripping with Wheeler’s saliva. Orlando sluggishly looks up, confused by the extended palm of his partner.

Comeau: Now Kingdom is motivated to get in there.

Susie: The only thing that motivates me is the Facts of Life theme song.

Mark: I’m more of a Perfect Strangers theme song fan myself.

Neither Wheeler or Porno Lad are there to stop him as Orlando stands all the way up and gives Kingdom a long, tense stare. Orlando’s emotions are worn on his sleeve as he stands his ground hesitating to make any kind of a tag. He purposely let’s Johnny’s hand hang there, unwilling to tag Kingdom in now that he WANTS to compete.

Instead of making the tag Orlando turns his back on the Team Leader, causing the Kingdom’s blood to run red hot.

His hand drops and Orlando drops into a lateral press on the still unconscious Black Cat, hooking his leg for the pin.

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Jason kicks out, given more than enough time to recover from that modified Rock Bottom. A bothered Icon rises and immediately takes Wheeler by the hair, dragging him to his knees and unloading with right hands directly to his forehead. He now goes charging backwards into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in with a lot of momentum.

Surprisingly Wheeler leaps from his knees to his feet then into the air, hopping right over the inbound Icon. That same momentum Orlando had built up carries him right into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Wheeler who connects with a hard spinning heel kick.

The heel connects straight to the Icon’s forehead and sends him reeling backwards into the ropes. The moment he connects with the cables, Johnny’s hand connects with his shoulder. Kingdom has officially tagged himself in and he wastes absolutely no time, pulling himself over the ropes into a Lou Thez Press on the upright Wheeler.

Comeau: Kingdom forcing the tag and now laying into Wheeler with those right hands like a man possessed!

Susie: Like in the Exorcist? Johnny isn’t going to masturbate with a crucifix is he?

Fist after fist after fist lands against Jason’s face, Kingdom trying to inflict unspeakable damage to his good looks. The dastardly Wheeler is finally able to squirm out of Johnny’s grasp, standing up only to have Kingdom rush in, take him by the arms and lob him across the ring with a butterfly suplex.

Jason catches more hang time than a Harlem Globetrotter before finally slamming into the canvas. The Black Cat reaches for his kidneys and tries to stand up as Johnny immediately moves in and boots him to the ribs. He now slaps on a front chancery, perhaps setting up for the brainbuster DDT.

That’s before he’s grabbed by the shoulder and spun around by his own partner. Before Kingdom can finish one insulting sentence Orlando angrily shoves him backwards for making the blind tag. Unfortunately he shoves him directly into a backslide by Wheeler.

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Kingdom kicks out to a rousing response from the crowd, just barely getting his shoulders off of the canvas.

Comeau: This dysfunctional relationship between the Champions just almost cost them the Tag Team Titles!

Susie: That’s sad, if these Coneheads don’t breed, it may spell disaster for their species.

A surprisingly remorseful Orlando steps in and grabs Wheeler by the wrist, whipping him into the ropes. Somehow Jason musters the strength to counter, sending Cruze into the cables instead. At the same time Wheeler makes this reversal Kingdom is back to his feet and laying him out with a lariat to the back of his head.

Orlando is left to bounce from the cables and come charging right into a hard shove from a vengeful Team Leader. The forceful push sends Orlando spiraling backwards into the ropes and spilling through them before he ultimately comes down on his feet, staring a hole through his partner.

Mark: Come on guys, stop all this pettiness.

Orlando becomes as motionless as he is speechless, not flinching so much as a muscle or blinking even one eye as his soulless pupils focus on Kingdom in the ring. Johnny now parodies his partner’s earlier behavior by turning his back on Cruze and walking right into the sky high press from Wheeler.

All of the energy is taken out of Kingdom’s body the second it crashes so violently against the ring. Wheeler can feel this shift in momentum, quickly rolling on top of Johnny and hooking a leg for the pinfall.

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Just as it seems Wheeler has perfectly capitalized on the dysfunction amongst champions, Kingdom gets his shoulder up and sends the fans to their feet screaming simultaneously. They briefly forget that Orlando made no effort whatsoever to break up the three count, remaining as stiff as a statue at ringside.

Jason rolls to his knees, staring into his corner where Porno Lad is nowhere to be found. That’s because Porno Lad now has hold of the NHB belt yet again, but this time he is sliding it into the ring. Frantically the Prankster motions for Jason to clock Kingdom in the head with it, a notion that the Black Cat is toying with.

It’s at that point Porno Lad jumps to the apron, trying to slip through the ropes only to have the official cut him off in mid-entry. The mischievous Prankster is risking disqualification, but the gamble is paying off, because it leaves the referee completely oblivious to the cheating behind him.

Jason has snatched up his title belt, dusts it free of Porno Lad’s finger prints and then stretches it across his palms. He crouches at the ready, prepared to at a moment’s notice clock Kingdom right to the forehead with it.

Mark: Of course this infectious Wheeler would stoop to levels like these, ready to make use of another company’s title to pulverize the Team Leader and steal the Tag Titles.

Susie: All these belts are whores, constantly making out with all these men. Their putting me out of business. You never give it up for free dammit! At least get a dinner out of it.

All those in attendance are imploring Kingdom not to get up, but despite their words of wisdom Johnny struggles to his feet. He stands upright and turns just as Wheeler swings the belt and walks right into a boot to his ribs. Jason is unable to keep from dropping his belt right into Johnny’s hands. He turns in a circle clutching his mid-section before eventually turning right into a shot across the forehead with his own NHB title.

Susie: Another belt betraying its master!

Mark: Johnny just turned the tables on Wheeler, showing he can cheat with the best of him.

The belt is now thrown out of the ring by Kingdom, his back turned towards the unconscious Black Cat. His opponent is absolutely prone for the pin, meaning Johnny and Orlando are mere moments from retaining their tag belts. That’s before he turns right into a Rock Bottom from Cruze.

The fans are rendered speechless as Johnny is driven with incredible force against the canvas by the co-holder of the Tag Titles.

Comeau: Orlando has just Rock Bottomed Kingdom right to HELL

Susie: I hope he says hi to Courtney Love for me.

Nobody knows quite how to respond to Orlando’s actions as he menacingly stands over the Team Leader, staring down at his vanquished partner.

Mark: What has overcome Orlando tonight? I’ve never seen him like this.

The emotionally devoid Cruze steps over Kingdom and moves to the ropes, slipping to the outside and taking not even a moment to look back. He steps carelessly up the ramp, looking almost relieved while Johnny remains unconscious in the ring.

Somehow Jason has begun to crawl towards an unconscious Kingdom, regaining his faculties long enough to realize that he’s on the cusp of winning the tag titles. He falls into the lateral press but Porno Lad is still distracting the referee, going all kinds of crazy on the apron.

Finally the ref tears himself away from Porno Lad and turns to make the count. Every fan in attendance is standing and watching in horror as the three count is made.

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NEW TAG TEAM…WAIT….Kingdom somehow mustered the strength to get his shoulder up, preventing Wheeler from taking the belts.

Comeau: I’m STUNNED! Kingdom still had the strength to kick out of that attempted pin by Wheeler.

Susie: Hi Stunned, I’m Susie. I like your name better though.

Jason sits up, looking despondent, nay outraged by the official’s count. He is just about to protest before from the corner of his barely conscious eyes he spots Porno Lad picking up the N.H.B title belt, polishing it off and throwing it over his shoulder.

Jason stands slowly, having already made his feelings clear to Porno Lad as it regards touching his title belt. As he shouts at Porno Lad to drop the belt his partner pays him absolutely no attention. He just continues to walk away with the title. This distraction gives Kingdom more than enough time to begin recovering, slowly willing himself to his knees behind the infuriated Black Cat.

Jason’s full focus is on Porno Lad and his title belt even as he backs up right into Kingdom, who takes him over into the school boy. He blatantly holds the tights as well while the official makes the count.

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The arena erupts, stunned by Kingdom picking up the win despite being Rock Bottomed by his own partner.

Comeau: Johnny…he did….somehow…

Susie: Breathe Mark, breathe. Here, put this plastic bag over your head, it’ll help.

Mark: Kingdom has retained the tag titles on the behalf of himself and Cruze. I don’t know how he possibly could have overcome that Rock Bottom to pull this off.

Wheeler is exhausted both physically and mentally, his skull throbbing as he sits up on the canvas. Disbelief inhabits his face as sweat soaks his entire body. On the outside of the ring Porno Lad is now celebrating with the N.H.B Championship.

Jason doesn’t snap back into reality before its already too late, Porno Lad on his way out with the NHB Championship in hand.

Comeau: WAIT!?! Where is Porno Lad going with Jason’s NHB title?

Susie: We have ANOTHER kidnapping.

Mark: As if this title match didn’t have enough controversy swirling around it.

Finally Wheeler catches Porno Lad holding up the NHB title belt from the corner of his eye. Every inch of his flesh becomes crimson red at this sight. All the while Kingdom lays on the outside mats, stretched across his back with the tag titles tossed on top of him.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Necrophilia, let the hilarity ensue

REACTIONS

The show returns with a frozen image of Johnny striking Wheeler between the eyes with the NHB Championship belt, and the voices of Comeau and Susie heard in the background.

Mark: On an unbelievable night the unthinkable happens. If you’re just tuning in…

Susie: Dancing with the Stars must be over.

Comeau: Possibly, but like I was saying, if your just joining us you missed a SHOCKING turn of events. Just when it seemed Kingdom was about to retain the Tag Titles for his team, this happens…

The video now streams, showing Kingdom turning around right into a Rock Bottom from Orlando. It cuts quickly to the visual of the Icon standing over the Team Leader, staring down at the man who screwed with all of his retirement plans.

Mark: Orlando turned against Kingdom and it almost ended up costing their team the titles. The But the insanity didn’t stop there….wait, something going on backstage.

Susie: I hope it’s a food fight!

Abruptly the scene switches backstage to Johnny Kingdom storming down a corridor. All inhibitions have been thrown aside, his mind focused on just one thing.

Referee Wright: Johnny, just calm down, just try to calm down please. Think this out.

The referee from the previous match tries his best to relax Kingdom’s unstable nerves. His palms press to Johnny’s chest, physically trying to hold him back. The invasion of his personal space seems to enrage Kingdom, who doesn’t take his eyes off of the corridor before him yet boots Wright to the ribs then throws him face first into a wall.

Wright smacks off of it and Kingdom continues forward, a concerned stagehand now rushing into the fray. He was only trying to help the official but gets clocked directly to the nose for entering Johnny’s path.

That’s enough Johnny.

A security guard now feels the wrath of the Team Leader, who knocks him to the floor with just one punch, shattering his glass jaw. The untamable former World Champion steps over the bodies lining his path towards a door with the word “Orlando Cruze” spelled across it.

Without hesitating even a minute, Johnny kicks the door open, sending it flying ajar and revealing Orlando to be inside talking to Kloe. He and his wife were in the midst of a very tense conversation before finding themselves equally as stunned at the sight of a ferocious Team Leader.

Orlando has no time to get his bearings before Johnny is lobbing fist and obscenities.

Kingdom: You stupid piece of SHIT! You have no idea what YOU’VE done!

Kloe screams as Orlando is knocked backwards to the wall, Johnny nailing him over and over again to his temple and jaw. Finally the Icon responds with shots of his own, both men totally out of control as they brawl with no remorse.

Mark: Kingdom attacking Orlando backstage, these two have LOST IT!

The spouse of the Icon tries her best to stop the brawling legends, imploring them to break it up, but her pleas go unanswered. The former Tag Champions are uncontrollable, out to maim and murder each other after years of hostility and tensions have boiled to this one moment.

Like an answer to Kloe’s prayers, security finally sweeps in, trying to separate the two bitter life long rivals. The guards in yellow shirts try their best to pry the two off of one another, almost at the point of breaking out a hose before they’re finally separated.

Kingdom doesn’t make it easy, lobbing knees into the ribs of some of the guards and slugging them across their faces. As soon as one hits the ground another jumps in his place, grabbing at Johnny’s limbs and pinning them at his sides. Another battalion of security personal are having the same trouble subduing Orlando, his entire body ripe with intensity.

Orlando: This ENDS at DESTINY! You’re not taking away my dream!

Kingdom: I’ll do more than that you asshole!! I’ll take your whole fucking career!

The guards have a harder time than ever keeping Orlando off of Kingdom, especially considering this threat was made right in front of Cruze’s wife. Somehow they keep the two apart, even as Johnny’s and Orlando’s rage sends them spiraling out of control just days removed from their number one contenders match.

STOLEN PROPERTY

Okay, okay, had quite enough of that.

A mixed reaction, mostly negative is directed at one Shin Iwate as he occupies the ring. His entrance music is fading out in the background as the emotionally devoid Cartel Champion stares out over the masses.

Iwate: No more Orlando, Kingdom drama, it’s time for something important, Shin Iwate and his stolen property.

The words are spoken with more zest than Shin is normally able to muster.

Mark: During the break Shin Iwate came out here pining over his abducted Cartel Title belt and hasn’t left even throughout the backstage brawl between Kingdom and Cruze.

Susie: I like this Chinese version of the Tin-Man, he’s far more entertaining.

Iwate continues to look statuesque, his form showing not even an inkling of motion.

Shin: I’m not here in the IWC for shenanigans, for pranks, to have fun. I’m here on a mission, a holy mission even. I’m here to find and punish those responsible, but I can’t move forward to accomplish my goals when I’m so distracted by all this Cartel title silliness.

Susie: I don’t find kidnapping serious. The worse thing is Justin Davis hasn’t even made any demands for the safe return of the belt.

Mark: I know, I at least expected there to be some kind of ransom extorted.

Shin doesn’t care how the crowd is reacting to his claims; he goes on unperturbed by their comments.

Iwate: I don’t have time to go chasing after stolen belts, therefore I order Dan Douglas to make this right. The man with death on his mind is demanding that Dan step in and fix this problem so I can start concentrating on matters of importance….

His words trail off upon noticing a disturbance in the crowd. Fans are clearing out of the way and screaming at the sight of SCW’s very own Justin Davis traversing the stairs between them. Rested snuggly over his shoulder is the kidnapped Cartel title belt.

Comeau: What in the world is Justin Davis doing here for a second week in a row?

Susie: I don’t know but it looks like he and that traitorous Cartel title belt are getting awfully cozy with one another.

In a carefree manner Justin approaches the front row only to have his path blocked by a contingent of security guards. Its at this point that he flashes a ticket, showing that he’s a paying fan, leaving the guards powerless to do anything about his presence. They clear out of his way and Davis slips into a conveniently vacant front row seat.

Shin: It’s about time…

Shin approaches the ropes that separate him from the thief carrying his stolen property.

Iwate: I suspect you’re here to return my title and offer an apology? Well go on Davis, hand it over and say your peace.

Davis comically strokes his jaw, nodding his head as these bold requests are made. Obviously Shin is beginning to lose his patience with Justin, starting to slide through the ropes to pounce upon this invader. To his chagrin Davis lifts the ticket yet again, motioning to it repeatedly.

Davis: Hey pal, I’m a paying fan, you put your hands on me and I’ll sue you, and this entire company.

Although not prone to second guessing himself, Iwate hesitates, lingering on the apron and allowing Davis to continue.

Justin: If you impress me MAYBE I’ll give this meaningless hunk of gold back to you.

He flicks the gold plate of the Cartel Championship.

Davis: So show me what you can do Shinny, show me you deserve to be called a champion.

The grin on Justin’s face is as wide as the equator. Iwate slips back into the ring, eyes still fiercely locked on Davis and his championship, realizing he’s powerless to do anything about his stolen property.

Comeau: Davis apparently paid for a front row ticket to tonight’s show, and he’s basically told Shin he’ll only return the belt if Iwate can impress him?

Susie: Iwate should impress him already, he’s Chinese for crying out loud.

DAVID FREAK VS. SHIN IWATE

Justin continues to view Iwate as some all too familiar entrance tunes blare throughout the PA system.

The arena goes black as a lone piano performance roars over the PA. Purple and blue lights flick on as blue and gold metalic shavings of confetti fall from the rafters. The lights dim as the piano nears it's end. The lights are out once more, leaving the arena in complete darkness before a roaring explosion on the stage accompanied by the roaring guitar of "Spirit of the Underdog" silhouettes David Freak. He stands in the on the stage looking out to the crowd, nodding slowly at the oncoming cheers and jeers from the crowd.

"Seen you round, I know your face.
Watched you try to grow up with grace.
Seen that heart out on your sleeve.
Like it's so much life you're dying to feel
Dying to feel"

Freak throws his arms up into the air as he cockily spins around as he makes his way down the ramp. He stops every few steps to point into the crowd while Iwate watches emotionlessly from the ring.

"Cause if you've got to steal, you've got to steal the show
It's the spirit of the underdog
And if you've got to break, you've got to break the mold
It's the spirit of the underdog"

Freak struts his way down the rest of the ramp showing off in any way he possibly can. He reaches the ring side and grabs onto the ropes and hops over them into the ring. The moment he lands he winks in the direction of SCW’s interested observer. Davis just bats his eyes awkwardly in response.

Mark: David Freak walking right into a tense situation here, but he’s not about to let Iwate impress Davis at his expense.

Susie: And why not? That’s just selfish of David, the big poopy head.

Comeau: Your maturity is only matched by your intelligence.

The bell sounds as Freak begins to circle Shin, yet Iwate’s eyes are set straight on his belt resting comfortably on Davis’ shoulder. Justin winks towards Iwate, proving to be just the distraction Freak needs to jump in catching Shin by the pants. He pulls him over into a quick school boy.

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Iwate rolls backwards out of it and then steps forward going for a buzzsaw kick aimed exclusively at David’s temple. Freak ducks under it, causing Shin’s back to be turned towards his crafty opponent. David quickly wedges his hands to Shin’s back, shoving him forward into the cables.

At the last second he springs into the air, landing feet first on the middle cable then flipping backwards. A stunned David is able to roll out of the way at the last second, causing Shin to land gracefully on his feet. That’s when Freak rushes in and takes him down with a hard shoulder block.

The collision knocks Shin to his back with a smiling Freak standing over him. Despite not having the past few weeks go his way, David continues to wear a grin, even as he charges into the ropes at his opponent’s side. He bounces off and comes back in at Shin who quickly rolls at Freak’s legs, trying to knock them out from under his body.

As a result Freak is forced to cartwheel over top of Shin, landing on his feet then charging at the rising Iwate. Shin lunges into the air and leap frogs the inbound David, who charges into the cables behind his ever so quick opposition.

Iwate now turns around right into another running shoulder block from Freak, taking him down to the canvas yet again.

Comeau: David using that slight weight advantage to his benefit.

Susie: Compared to Shin, everyone’s a fat ass, including me.

The camera briefly cuts to Davis who is shaking his head, clearly not pleased by what he is seeing. Freak stoops over Shin and gives him a good old fashion tongue lashing before Iwate nails him to the side of the head with a kick. Obviously David wasn’t expecting this as he turns away from his opposition gripping at his damaged cranium.

With his back turned towards Shin, this gives Iwate just the opportunity he needed. He rolls in reverse, sticking his legs out and wedging them under David’s arm pits before pushing himself up into the air. Iwate now drops back towards the ring, flipping Freak almost completely over into the sunset flip driver.

The back of David’s skull slams with such force against the ring that it threatens to severe his spine from the brain. Iwate leans forward into the back of David’s knees for the pin.

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David gets his shoulder up, avoiding the nearfall. Both men roll backwards and embark on a mad dash to their feet. Surprisingly Freak is the first to stand and then charge forward right into a hard spinning heel kick from Iwate.

Both wrestlers are down but the momentum from his spinning heel kick carries Iwate into a roll. He ends up in the cables, using them to ascend to his feet. David doesn’t have the same luxury, forced to stand on his own in the center of the ring, and he’s up just long enough to be taken around into a head scissors.

Shin pulls Freak around into rotation after rotation before finally snapping off into the head scissors. David is sent flying into a forward flip, ultimately crashing across his spine and looking dizzied by the last move.

Iwate begins to stand up with Freak employing the turnbuckle to reach his feet. That’s when Shin pounces on him, charging in for a lariat only to eat a boot for his trouble.

The hard kick knocks Iwate backwards to the center of the ring as David pulls himself up into the turnbuckle then dives forward into a flying shoulder block. The move connects yet again and this time with greater force, causing Iwate to be turned almost inside out.

Comeau: Freak repeatedly using that shoulder tackle and this time he hit it from the second rope.

Susie: Isn’t that what football players do? How dare Freak try to impersonate a football player, he’s not even wearing a protective cup.

Again the camera finds Davis watching this action with clear disappointment, perhaps beginning to wonder why he spent his hard earned money on a ticket. David now grabs Shin by the hair, rolls him to his knees then lifts an arm into the air, slapping his bicep in preparation for the clothesline from hell.

He charges backwards into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at Iwate who suddenly lunges into the air. He lands right on top of Freak’s shoulders and drops back into a hurricarana. Freak is flipped entirely over, being sent flying across the ring.

Mark: Hurricarana counter to the clothesline from hell. Shin keeping himself alive in this contest.

Iwate stands up and rushes forward into the ropes, lunging to the middle cable. He springs off just as David stands and bends forward to avoid the move. This causes Iwate to transition in mid-air, slipping over Freak’s back, taking him around the waist and pulling him down into a sunset flip.

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The agitated Freak rolls backwards to his feet then lunges forward into a hard dropkick. Both boots nail Iwate hard to the forehead, knocking him to his back. The surprisingly quick Freak crawls into the lateral press, wedging his forearm against Shin’s damaged facial features.

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Shin pushes his shoulder off of the canvas, avoiding the three count. He rolls sideways as Freak wedges the laces of his boot against the side of Shin’s face, grating them against his flesh. The laces scrap Iwate’s eyes, causing him to reach for his damaged retinas only to have Freak take him around the waist, and lift him into the air.

David drops Shin with a back breaker directly across his knee, before allowing him to drop to the canvas. Freak falls over his sternum for the lateral press.

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Shin once again kicks out, launching his shoulder from the ring in the nick of time. A stunned David takes his opposition by the hair, rolling him to his knees and then hooking both arms. The butterfly lock is established and leaves Iwate stooped over, prone to knee strikes delivered one after the other from Freak.

The sight of this brutality causes Davis to grin, pointing to the ring and asking the fans if they’re seeing this. The majority of the front row audience gives him the cold shoulder however.

Their attention is focused entirely on the succession of strikes nailing Shin repeatedly to his face. Finally David caps off this move with a sit-out tiger bomb. Just after the brutal landing Freak leans forward into the back of Iwate’s knees.

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Again Shin kicks out, avoiding his very first defeat.

Comeau: The undefeated Iwate continuing to hang in there even after those sickening knee strikes. It looks like our guest Justin Davis is getting a lot of enjoyment out of this.

Moore: I get just as much enjoyment out of Rick Astley video.

A disgruntled Freak stands up and saunters across the ring, rubbing at the back of his neck, wondering what it’s going to take to finish off a man who feels no pain. He now steps in, snatching hold of both Iwate’s legs and then glancing over his shoulder at the ropes.

The crowd has a mixed reaction as David drops back, catapulting the lighter Iwate right over the cables. Unaware to Freak, Iwate has caught hold of the top rope and now hangs over the apron.

Freak doesn’t realize this until he turns around and spots Iwate skinning the cat back over the ropes. His shins end up landing right on top of David’s shoulders, wrapping his ankles around the back of his neck. Now Iwate lets go of the ropes, twisting around into a head scissors that sends Freak flying forward into the cables.

He bounces throat first from the middle cable, causing him to stand up and stagger in reverse, gasping for air. His hands are wrapped around his throat as he staggers in reverse right into the waiting arms of Iwate. Shin places him in a dragon sleeper position, setting up for a reverse DDT apparently.

That’s until David reaches up, takes Shin around the back of the head and pulls him down into a snapmare. Surprisingly Shin flips out of the snapmare, landing directly on his feet then turning towards his opponent, snatching him by the wrist.

Freak is whipped into the ropes, bounces off and then comes back in for a shoulder block. That’s when Shin bends backwards into a crab walk, avoiding the inbound shoulder of his opposition. David’s back is now aimed towards Iwate who effortlessly stands back up.

A rather stunned Freak spins around right into a boot to the ribs, doubling him over. Iwate places him in a piledriver position, hoists David up into the air with all his remaining strength, then charges the upside down Freak chest first into the turnbuckle.

A groan emanates from Freak as he finds himself hung upside down from the corner only to be placed in a front chancery and drilled to the canvas with the Forbidden Suplex.

David hits the ring hard as Iwate floats over into the lateral press. Iwate’s finishing move seems to have finished Freak off as the official makes the count and Davis stands up behind the barricade.

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The Forbidden Suplex proves to be the nail in David’s coffin, securing his opponent a very hard fought victory. Shin sits up panting heavily yet he doesn’t display so much as a single, solitary emotion.

Comeau: Another victory for Iwate, that makes three wins in a row. Who is going to stop the Cartel Champion’s momentum?

Susie: A bullet?

Mark: Uh, okay, possibly.

The fans express their mixed emotions over this victory as Shin utilizes the ropes to stand. His eyes are focused to a sharp point on Davis, who is now backing through the crowd with the stolen Cartel Championship over his shoulder.

He nears the exit before turning back to give Iwate a long smug stare.

Justin: I’m not impressed. Better luck next time Shinny.

Before anyone can stop him, Davis moves through the exit, the Cartel title in tow. All Shin can do is watch on from the ring, surprisingly calm but very calculating.

THE NINJA CONSPIRACY

Hurse: So you see Robin, I’ve gotten us one step closer to solving the ninja conspiracy.

Robin’s face is buried in her hands as she is forced to sit in a steel chair watching Hurse employ a blackboard and a long pointing stick to figure out what transpired last week.

Hurse: Now we know that there was the ORIGINAL Disco Ninja.

The pointer is directed at a crudely drawn picture of the Disco Ninja, oddly holding a handful of daisies.

Hurse: But then we learned there was a second Disco Ninja, this one dressed up as that conniving Craven.

Once again the pointer directs the Black Widow’s focus to a second picture, this one a stick figure rendering of Max Craven. The mere mention of the X-Class Champion causes Brooks to stir uneasily in her seat.

Hurse: But we come to a dilemma when it relates to the third diabolical ninja.

A giant question mark is drawn over the third and final ninja. The Black Widow has finally had enough, trying to interject.

Brooks: What is the point of all this? We should be spending our time on the WEDDING, not on a question we both already know the answer to. The third ninja was obviously Por….

Hurse: Nah, nah, nah, nah, hey now. Let’s not jump to conclusions. If that guy in the wheelchair and the robotic voice has taught us anything, it’s that we can solve even the most complex mysteries, mathematically, including the Disco Ninja quandary.

Robin: Steven Hawking.

Hurse bats his eyes in confusion.

Hurse: I don’t even think Steven Hawking could fit in a ninja costume.

Brooks: No, I wasn’t saying he was the third Disco…oh, forget it.

Hurse: Already forgotten. Now the best way to figure this out is to start with a list of likely suspects, then look at the probability of them being the THIRD Disco Ninja. So I took it upon myself to create this elaborate pie chart.

The Master of Control steps out of the way of a huge pie chart drawn on the other side of the board. A number of names are drawn in the chart, but one takes over an entire half of the pie.

Hurse: As you can see, while there’s a 15% probability that Axl Evermore was the third ninja, there’s a whopping 20% likelihood that Bea Arthur was responsible for my loss last week.

Brooks: Why did I even agree to hear this out? Who’s the next suspect going to be, Sam Beckett?

For a moment Parkwood is frozen in thought.

Hurse: Huh, his quantum leaping ability would make it easy for him to teleport under the ring.

Robin throws her hands into the air in a huff.

Hurse: But the most likely candidate is Porno Lad, with a staggering 50% probability that he is guilty.

The stick strikes the largest chunk of the pie with Porno Lad’s name written inside. A smug Hurse lowers the stick confidently.

Hurse: Thus in conclusion, I propose that Porno Lad was the third Disco Ninja who cost me my match last week.

Brooks: Does the word “duh” mean anything to you?

Hurse: Is it a type of donut?

Before Robin can loose anymore brain-cells, their meeting is cut short by a flustered Jason Wheeler. He comes storming down the corridor mumbling under his breath, but stops when he spots the engaged couple from the corner of his eye.

Wheeler: YOU TWO!

Hurse checks over his shoulder, making sure it’s he and Robin that are being singled out.

Jason: Where’s Porno Lad?

Neither Brooks nor Hurse quite know how to respond, awkwardly blinking in the N.H.B Champion’s direction. Their lack of cooperation infuriates the Black Cat.

Wheeler: Don’t hand me that. I know he’s your wedding planner, so where is he?

Jason’s hand takes hold of Hurse’s shirt, pulling him in close.

Hurse: Whoa, WHOA….I don’t know where Porno Lad is, but if I did, Robin and I would be the ones tearing him apart right now, not you.

After a few seconds Wheeler releases the shirt, which Hurse quickly tries to straighten. Brooks steps between her fiancée and the angered NHB Champion.

Brooks: Listen Wheeler, we’re no friends of that pesky little shit. Just like you, we’d love to see him suffer.

Brooks’ statement causes the wheels in Jason’s head to begin spinning. An unsettling expression transforms his face, something sinister brewing in his mind.

Jason: If that’s true then maybe we can reach some type of agreement.

His sinister tone intrigues the couple, who step in a closer to hear his words.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Hand….We barely knew thee

ROAD TO REVENGE

Wails emanate from the crowd at the sight of Psycho’s disfigured face coming into view. A surprisingly emotionless expression has befallen his face as he strolls through the backstage corridor still adorned in his street gear, consisting of ripped leather jacket. The source of much concern from the crowd though, isn’t his attire of the crazed glint in his eyes, but the object he brings along with him.

A 2x4 wrapped in razor wire is slung over his shoulder, seemingly moments away from dripping with blood.

Billy Mayne: Uhh Psycho, um, uh, how uhhh….

A timid Mayne briefly blocks Psycho’s path, causing the sadistic one to freeze in mid-step. Of course Billy comes with protection, employing a football helmet to keep from having his skull caved in by the monstrous savage.

Mayne: How are you doing after what happened last week?

Psycho: Just peachy. Get on with your question.

Billy notices Psycho tightens his grasp on the 2x4, causing him to quickly jump to his point.

Billy: On the last Riot! we saw Riggs get decimated by the Conspiracy, how are you going to respond, and does your little friend here play a part in your plans?

The intimidated correspondent motions to the frightening weapon adorning Psycho’s shoulder. He glances at it from the corner of his eye before offering a limited response.

Psycho: Tonight those responsible are going to suffer, and bodies will hit the floor. Now if you’ll excuse us, we’ve got a long night ahead of us.

The brutish sociopath bumps shoulders with Billy as he passes by. He and the razor wire 2x4 pass out of scene, Mayne watching him leave, wearing a smile beneath his protective football helmet.

AURORA ROSE VS. HURSE

“OPEN WOUNDS” now streams through the PA system, resulting in a very loud reception for one Aurora Rose. The sultry vixen strolls onto the stage and momentarily throws her hand into the air in your classic anti-authority rock gesture. All of the ballyhoo surrounding her arrival escalates as she makes her trademark entrance, sliding under the ropes, slipping across her knees then jumping to a turnbuckle where once again she makes that rock pose. A sweaty David Freak makes his way down the ramp now with a towel over his neck, still exhausted from his match just a few moments ago but still coming out to support his wife.

Comeau: It’s been an interesting night for this couple to say the least. David involved in that earlier encounter between Justin Davis and Shin Iwate, and now Aurora about to clash with a man she’s no stranger to.

Susie: Her gynecologist?

Mark: Um, actually I was talking about Hurse, but you were close. I must again express my shock to see Freak out here with Aurora yet again, considering the hard fought war he just competed in. Of course this bout should be no different than the previous match

Aurora now stands in the ring, while a still sweaty Freak occupies the outside. He shouts some words of encouragement as Aurora prepares for this collision.

There is a house in New Orleeeaaannsss
They call the Rissssiiiinngg Sun
It’s been the ruin of plenty a poor boy
And lord I know I’m one….

UHHHHH

Without much in the way of hesitation a surprisingly confident Hurse steps onto the stage, followed by his fiancée Brooks. Unfortunately, Robin doesn’t share Hurse’s enthusiasm as the pear descends on the ring. Hurse stops only briefly to throw his arm over Brooks’ shoulders, pulling her in close and giving her a peck on the cheek. Of course Robin’s natural response is a mere roll of her eyes. He now breaks away from his future bride and slips under the ropes. Once inside he jumps to his feet, and begins verbally berating Rose.

Mark: Hurse and Robin fresh off the heels of a strange situation backstage.

Susie: I wonder what Zelda was telling them back there.

Comeau: I can guarantee that it’s not good, but if the past is any indication of what Hurse and Aurora can do while in the ring together this should be a brutal encounter.

A timid Hurse now occupies the ring, staring uncomfortably at the anxious Aurora. Unlike David, Robin doesn’t bother to provide even the slightest syllable of encouragement. As the bell rings both Hurse and Aurora begin to circle each other, looking for some type of chink in the other’s armor.

Hurse makes the first mistake, a crucial one, he lunges at Aurora only to receive a boot to the ribs and a hard forearm to the cheek. The blow knocks him backwards while Aurora hits forearm after forearm to his jaw, eventually knocking him into the corner.

He falls against it spine first before Aurora comes charging in, lunging into the air, and delivering a front dropkick to his sternum. She flips over backwards after nailing the kick, landing directly on her feet before Hurse comes staggering out of the corner.

The second he takes a step forward Aurora catches him around the back of the head, dropping to her knees and connecting with a jawbreaker. Hurse’s jaw bounces from the top of Aurora’s cranium, causing his body to reel backwards into the corner yet again.

Once more the former World Champion falls against the turnbuckle, his arms dangling over the ropes as Aurora comes charging in. She jumps into the air and nails him to the throat with a lariat, finding her legs slipping between the cables.

Comeau: Aurora is decimating the Master of Control. She is just too quick for him to get a hold of her and lock in any type of submission.

Moore: She’s like that annoying meeping Ostrich. Hurse needs an anvil if he wants to beat her.

Aurora slips all the way through the cables and allows Hurse to stagger forward away from the turnbuckle. He can barely keep his legs beneath him before Rose springs to the top rope and takes flight, catching him by the back of his head with a springboard bulldog.

A loud pop is heard from the crowd at the sight of this maneuver, taking particular delight in the sight of Hurse’s face crashing against the ring. The collision causes the Master of Control to roll to his back while Aurora rushes into the cables at his side, springing to the middle rope then taking flight. She transitions in mid-air, connecting with a twisting leg drop directly across her addled opponent’s throat.

All Brooks can do is close her eyes and shake her head judgmentally, appalled by her fiancée’s horrid performance thus far.

David on the other hand smiles as wide as a toddler with a new toy car, overjoyed by Aurora’s athleticism and brutality. A gagging Hurse rolls to his knees, trying to get up, trying to regain some sense of order until Aurora steps in, locks him in a front chancery and drops back into a DDT.

The top of his cranium collides with the ring, causing him to roll to his back while Rose hooks his legs for the quick, decisive pin.

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Hurse launches his shoulder from the ring, panting and looking completely lost. The second he sits up Aurora wraps up his arms from behind and interlocks her hands between his shoulder blades, applying the double chickenwing. Shrill, girlish wails emit from the former World Champion.

Comeau: Double chicken-wing applied.

Moore: Double chicken-wing? Why must you speak of food I’ll never be allowed to eat?

Aurora wrenches and tears at the arms of Hurse, really mangling his body at this point. Somehow he starts to get up only to have Rose begin delivering headbunts to the back of his neck. Shockingly he’s able to get all the way to his feet though, while still trapped in the double chickenwing.

This bright moment for Hurse is darkened as the ever so quick Aurora transitions out of the double chickenwing, by pulling him around into an unprettier. She drops, planting Hurse nose first against the canvas, possibly shattering it on impact. He once again finds himself in a familiar position, stretched across his back with his opponent crawling into the lateral press.

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Hurse kicks out again and Robin buries her face in her palms, just wanting this debacle to end.

Aurora seems inclined to give Brooks what she wants, still trying to quickly finish off Hurse. She takes him by his bangs, rolls him to his feet and whips him off into the turnbuckle. Surprisingly Hurse has the wherewithal to counter, jumping into the air at the last moment and landing on the middle rope.

He springs off and twists into a crossbody out of the turnbuckle only to have Aurora step out of the way. An airborne Hurse has no other alternative but to splat right across the ring. Aurora keeps her back turned towards the brutalized Hurse, leaning on the ropes and rolling her eyes. David gives her a reassuring thumbs up from the outside of the ring.

It appears that Rose’s spider-sense is tingling, because she can feel the demoralized Hurse standing up behind her. This prompts her to jumps to the middle rope, springing off into a flying back elbow that connects directly to his chest.

Comeau: And the domination continues. I can’t remember the last time I’ve seen Aurora just pulverize an opponent like this.

The very badly beaten Hurse tries to roll away from Aurora, crawling towards the cables and using them to stand. He reaches his feet when Rose steps up behind him and lunges into the air, going for a back cracker. However, Hurse holds onto the top rope, causing Aurora to plummet spine first into the ring, unable to connect with her modified back breaker.

Hurse capitalizes on this opportunity, spinning around, ducking down, and wedging his shoulders to the back of Aurora’s knees. He leans forward into a cover while kicking his legs up and placing them over the middle cable for added leverage.

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The referee stops in mid-count, spotting Hurse’s feet all over the ropes. This prompts him to reprimand the cheater, informing him that he’ll be disqualified should he continue employing these dirty tactics.

Hurse snivels as he realizes that this match will continue and worse yet he can’t cheat. Therefore he stands up and lunges into the air, extending his elbow and trying to drop it into Aurora’s chest. She rolls out of the way and causes the point of Hurse’s elbow to land right against the ring, causing him to sit up crying out in pain.

All the while Aurora rolls backwards to her feet then charges forward into a low lariat that nails Hurse to his throat. He is knocked to his back while Rose rolls away from him and briefly overlooks the screaming fans.

Comeau: Come on how Aurora, this is no time to pander to the crowd.

Susie: But I love panders, especially when they eat that bamboo.

A sluggish, discombobulated Hurse tries to stand, forcing his legs beneath him while still hunched over. This allows Aurora to step in, taking him around the ears then jumping into the air for a face plant. Aurora jumps a little too high though, allowing Hurse to reach out catching the back of her thighs right on top of his shoulders then dropping into a sit-out powerbomb. He leans forward into the back of Rose’s legs for the pinfall.

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Aurora kicks out, causing Hurse’s eyes to widen with sheer shock. He shakes his head, puzzled by how Aurora could so effortlessly kick out of his well timed counter. His momentary lapse in mental faculties is brought to an end by the screeches of the Black Widow, as she slaps the apron and demands her fiancée press his advantage.

An eager Hurse snaps out of it and nods, promptly taking Rose by her hair and rolling her to her knees. He now pulls her head under his seat and begins to hook both arms, setting up for what appears to be a pedigree. Hurse jumps into the air to connect with the move when Aurora shockingly frees her arms, wedges her hands to his knees and shoves him off. The pedigree is broken up as Hurse is launched backwards, landing on his elbows and knees with Aurora standing up in front of him.

He is in an astonished state as he tries to stand only to have Aurora step in, take him by both sides of the head and lunge into the air, connecting with the sit-out face plant.

Brooks grabs her hair, about to rip them out at the roots while Freak urges his wife to make the cover. Aurora rolls into the hook of the leg, wedging her back to Hurse’s chest, victory all but assured.

The referee is about to make the count when Brooks jumps to the apron, purposely trying to get his attention. That’s when David lunges onto the apron in front of her and audaciously shoves her down to the ringside mats. He now stands on the apron, shouting at the Black Widow to stop interfering in this contest.

When the official finally looks up all he sees is Freak on the apron, prompting him to stop his count and lunge in front of Aurora’s husband. He demands that David stop trying to interfere while Freak attempts to explain that he was merely trying to stop Robin from getting involved.

Rose doesn’t bother herself with any of this, instead she stands and rushes at a nearby turnbuckle, about to connect with a high risk dive.

She steps up the ropes, reaching the top one and prepares to take flight only to have Robin jump to the apron beside her, grab the back of her ankle and pull Rose’s legs out from under her body. As a result Aurora drops backwards off of the turnbuckle, landing right across the back of her skull with a truly sickening thud.

Comeau: NOOO! Rose may have just broken her neck thanks to the interference of Robin Brooks.

Susie: I’m sure they can fix it, just put a Care Bear Band-Aid on it, that cures everything.

The fans are verbally harassing Brooks for her actions, but she raises a palm, telling them to speak to the hand. Inside of the ring Aurora is shockingly getting to her feet, instinctively standing despite being dead on her feet. She is upright for only a moment before Hurse steps over her head, locks both arms and connects with the pedigree. Rose’s face is driven with enough force against the canvas to leave her prone for the three count.

Freak was so distracted by his pointless bickering with the official that he’s seen none of this. He finally drops from the apron, still thinking that Aurora is dominating the match, having no idea that Hurse is now pinning her.

He doesn’t learn of this until he spots the official making the three count with Hurse draped over his wife.

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A roar of disapproval emits from the crowd, the Manhattan Center teeming with rage over an undeserved, RARE, Hurse victory.

Mark: I don’t believe it, Hurse stealing a win here tonight, with a big assist from that shrew of a fiancée Robin Brooks.

Moore: I thought New York had a state ordinance against Hurse winning matches.

David puts his palms on his head, astonished by what has just occurred while Robin assists her husband-to-be from the ring. He can’t even put any weight on his feet, leaning on Robin like she were a human crutch.

Freak now slips into the ring, taking Aurora’s head in his arms and lifting it from the canvas. He shakes his head in a saddened state, realizing that he wasn’t there for her when she needed his assistance the most. Only slight comfort is taken in the knowledge that Hurse is rendered incapable of celebrating.

The Master of Control almost tips over his own feet as Brooks continues to support him. Just as he raises an arm to bask in the glory of a shocking victory an all too familiar face appears at the top of the ramp, cutting short any attempted celebration.

Psycho now stands at the top of the ramp, still wearing that 2x4 wrapped in razor wire over his shoulder. His menacing, demented eyes are centered like a wolf on his prey, locked solely on the quivering Hurse.

Comeau: So much for Hurse having cause for celebration. His age old nemesis on the ramp with that razor wire board, meaning their issues are about to explode before our very eyes yet again.

Moore: They’re going to spontaneously combust? I thought that only happened after eating spicy chili.

Robin finds herself in the same state as your fiancée, panic stricken and weak kneed at the sight of Psycho strolling casually towards them weapon in hand. She are petrified as they back into the apron, both individuals trying to employ the other as a shield. Finally the scarred sadist stops directly in front of them, his eyes gauging the timid faces before him, ready to uncoil his wrath on both of his former rivals.

Psycho: Get the fuck out of my way.

At first neither Brooks or Hurse know how to respond, but they don’t have to be told twice. Robin pulls her paralyzed lover out of the way, allowing Psycho to climb to the apron and slip into the ring. Now David is the one who finds himself wide eyed, being centered out by the menacing force known as the Sadistic One.

Mark: What’s this? Psycho isn’t after Robin nor Hurse, instead he’s got his sights set on David Freak and Aurora Rose?

Susie: If they don’t move maybe Psycho won’t see them.

Freak moves closer to his near comatose wife, who struggles against unconsciousness, trying to better protect her. Instead of swinging the razor wrapped board, Psycho employs another weapon, a microphone. He snatches it from behind his back and prepares to brutalize both Rose and Freak in a far more foul manner.

Psycho: The Freak’s, who would have dreamt that it be the two of you…..

The married duo struggles feebly against their confusion.

Psycho: I certainly didn’t see it coming, I don’t think anybody did. Sure you hid your little plot behind some silly call for peace, but now the truth is clear, the smoke you blew up Riggs’ ass has dissipated. Now I can finally see right through all your CRAP!

David and the mildly recovered Rose blink awkwardly, not any clearer on what Psycho is babbling about.

Psycho: You didn’t think I knew what Wheeler was really all about? There was a reason that I CURED Riggs of that virus at the Overbooked Extravaganza, but then you two came along and kept chipping away at him until he became unsure. You caused him to second guess himself to the point that he walked right into that ambush last week. So who would have thought it be you two that concluded the career of Riggs.

David can’t even get out a word before Psycho cuts him off by shouting through grated teeth.

Psycho: It was the Freaks who put Riggs on the shelf. Jason Wheeler may have swung the nightstick, Savior may have hit him with the Diamond Cutter, Pat Evans did in fact hoist Riggs’ broken body into the Spinal Tap, but I blame you for my partner’s destruction far more than I could ever blame them. And as thus I’m here to tell you both that you’ll be the first to suffer. For your meddling you’ll endure the GREATEST punishment yet.

Neither David nor Aurora know quite how to react to this lunacy. David tries to explain that he only had the best intentions in mind only to be shushed with a terrifying stare from the Sadistic One.

Psycho: You should have left well enough alone, maybe at Destiny you’ll learn why you should have trusted my instincts instead of claiming I’m a liar. Your first lesson will be conducted in two weeks at the pay-per-view, when it’ll be the two of you against me.

The fans voice their shock, some cheering for this big match announcement made by the Sadistic Savage, who is already exiting the ring. He pauses at the last second and re-enters the squared circle, holding out the 2x4 towards the stunned Freaks.

Psycho: Oh, and believe me, your going to NEED this.

The board wrapped in barbwire is dropped on the canvas in front of Aurora and David, neither one sure how to process this revelation. They watch with choked throats as Psycho exits the ring and marches up the ramp, only briefly looking back to show off his hair whitening smile.

Mark: A BIG announcement just made concerning Destiny, Psycho challenging Aurora Rose and David Freak to a handicap match at the pay-per-view.

Susie: Looks like I won’t be able to park in that nice spot in front of the building.

Mark: It’s not a real handicap….haven’t we already gone over this? Anyway, Psycho puts the blame for what happened to Riggs last week squarely on the shoulders of the Freaks. How is this going to pan out at Destiny.

The scarred psychopath passes through the curtains and to the backstage area, leaving Aurora and David in a state of shocked awe.

LUCK

The gloomy Michelle Blacker occupies the space between Max Craven and Axl Evermore, the talented duo known affectionately as Sex & Violence. Although the interview area is full of glitz and glamour, nothing will out do the decadence of Evermore and Craven, wearing their individual singles gold.

Michelle: I’m standing here with the X-Class and Submission Champions, Sex & Violence…

Max and Axl take a moment to toast one another with their title belts.

Blacker:….We just saw Hurse score an extremely rare victory, it looks like he and Robin could have ALL the momentum going into their Tag Team Double Title match against you two gentlemen.

Craven: I’m STUNNED….

Craven’s eyes widen like he just saw Meagan Fox bending over to pick up a pencil.

Max: Not only by the fact that Hurse has won his first match in a millennium, but that you finished that entire sentence without making a single sadomasochistic overture. You should be proud of yourself Michelle.

Michelle: I never am.

Axl: And neither should Hurse.

Evermore takes over the screen, purposely readjusting the Submission Championship over his shoulder, the very title he took from the individual being referenced.

Evermore: Just like when he was twelve years old and his mother was potty training him, he needed Robin there to wipe his ass. What happened out there was a disgrace, just a constant reminder of how inept and impotent Hurse really is.

Craven: Don’t get us wrong, it’s not like we love Aurora all of a sudden or anything, but come on, it took Robin AND Hurse to beat her? It’s not like we should be sweating the competition headed into Destiny.

Michelle interjects.

Michelle: Considering that Robin put you on the shelf several weeks ago, and Hurse is a former World Heavyweight Champion, maybe you two should be taking them a little more seriously? Your awfully aloof for a match of this magnitude.

Max: I have you know it took decades of training to be this apathetic.

Max’s face flushes briefly with intensity.

Craven: But I haven’t forgotten what Robin tried to take from me. In fact, I’ve been replaying that shooting star press onto my arm over and over again for almost a month now. I’m not even trying to forget about it, because the longer my brain retains that memory the more aggressive and motivated I’ll be to keep this title out of Robin’s clutches.

The X-Class Championship is raised aloft while Evermore slaps him on his shoulder.

Axl: How wonderfully dramatic and sentimental.

Max: Thanks.

Evermore: Face it Michelle, your going to see these belts on OUR shoulders well past Destiny, because neither one of us our going to let Robin regain her strangle hold on the X-Class title, and we’re sure as hell not going to be embarrassed by loosing to Hurse. I think the world would implode upon itself if he were to have two straight victories.

Michelle bats her heavily mascara covered eyes, stunned by their confidence.

Michelle: What about tonight then?

Axl and Max shrug simultaneously.

Evermore: What about it.

Max: OH, OH, OHHHH….

Craven snaps his fingers, something just dawning on him.

Craven: She must be talking about that whole SQUASH later tonight. Sorry to use insider terms.

Blacker: Squash? You are facing the World Heavyweight Champion, the very man who further injured your arm, and the most dangerous technical wrestler on the planet in Pat Evans.

Axl: Okay, you just lost all credibility when you tried to make Evans sound threatening. Truth be told though, we will have A LOT of fun further humiliating them tonight.

Craven: Just like a couple of weeks ago when we turned down their offer to join Douglas’ Goon Squad.

Evermore: Exactly. But tonight, in this tag team match, we put the finishing touch on what we started all those weeks ago. When we pin either Evans or Savior, it’ll be just one more nail in the metaphorical coffin…

For once Axl is rendered speechless as into the scene saunters both Porno Lad and That Disco Ninja. They show no apprehension about walking right up into the faces of Sex & Violence. All the while the Prankster is fixing the NHB title over his shoulder, and Disco Ninja is dancing hypnotically at his side.

It’s obvious that neither Axl nor Max quite know what to make out of this interruption. That’s until Porno Lad leans forward with surprising seriousness and with one sentence, sums up his motivations.

Porno Lad: You guys can thank us later.

Porno Lad now steps back, still coveting the NHB gold and Disco Ninja still doing some hip thrusts at his side. They slowly step back out of frame, ensuring they’ve given enough time for Porno Lad’s words to properly sink in. Sex & Violence watch the duo depart with perplexed expressions on their faces.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Live on Pay-Per-View

SEX & VIOLENCE
VS.
THE CONSPIRACY

A deep voice sounds over the loudspeakers as the following words appear on the Cartel-Tron...

SEX

&

VIOLENCE

It goes into the IWC edit of "All Nightmare Long" by Metallica as the crowd is buzzing in anticipation of who's about to emerge from the back: none other than the IWC contingent of Fully Loaded, Max Craven and Axl Evermore.

"'Cause we hunt you down without mercy, hunt you down all nightmare long!
Feel us breathe upon your face!
Feel us shift, every move we trace!
Hunt you down without mercy, hunt you down all nightmare long, yeah!
LUCK...RUNS...OUT; You crawl back IN-ah, but your
LUCK RUNS OUT-AH!!"

The crowd goes wild as the Casablanca Casanova and the Big Apple Superstar make their way to the center of the stage. Both men have matching singles title belts wrapped around their waists, broadcasting their in ring dominance.

Kailey Worf: On their way to the ring...from NEW YORK CITY, at a combined weight of 466 pounds, representing Fully Loaded...Max Craven and Axl Evermore...they ARE...SEX...&...VIOLENCE!!

The Submission Champ, Evermore, and the X-Class title holder, Craven, pump their fists and generally do guts poses at the center of the stage, riling the roaring crowd up, before determinedly heading down the ramp with a pep in their step. They slide into the ring and Axl looks around with a grin and then pushes himself up as Max rolls into a front headspring, landing on his feet. They head to adjacent corners and climb, throwing their arms out with open palms and open-mouth smiles as the crowd cheers, then they hop down and head to the center. Axl drops to one knee and thrusts his arms out as Max behind him raises his arms in an X, and as Evermore points to himself with his thumbs, pyro explosions go off in time behind them to his three thumb points. As the smoke clears, they take off their team jackets and drape them over their corner while hopping in place and throwing hands into the air while whispering strategy to each other.

Mark: Just before the break we heard some poignant words from these two men concerning this HUGE tag team grudge match here tonight. Needless to say that after the results of that brutal Stretcher Match last week, they have renewed confidence going into this one.

Susie: They should be confident, they have sparkly belts, that makes them as invincible as a superhero right?

Comeau: Sure.

Moore: And I’ve already seen Max in spandex, not in a wrestling ring, on late night cable television.

The X-Class and Submission Champions back into the ropes, waiting anxiously for their rivals so they can fire a parting shot in this war.

The buzz is effectively killed once “Outsider” replaces the tunes of Metallica. The fans are unanimous in their anger directed at the intrusive combination known as Pat Evans and Christian Savior. The World Champion is the first to make his way onto the stage, gold thrust over his shoulder, while the technical terror Pat Evans accompanies him from behind. The two pause on the stage just long enough for the Rising Phoenix to hold his World title up high, resulting in even louder heckles from the crowd. All the while Evans points at the title and claps his hands, demanding that the crowd change their tune.

Despite his pressing of the issue the fans remain defiant, leading both he and Savior to give up and move towards the ring. Axl and Craven watch their common enemies slide in, ready for whatever tricks they may attempt to employ.

Comeau: Christian Savior and Pat Evans comprise one of the most diabolical groups in the history of the IWC. We’ve had a lot of powerful stables through the years, but none have been able to get under the collective skin of this roster.

Susie: Just like tape worms, which I purposely digest to keep me thin.

Mark: The mounting tensions between themselves and the roster is what led to this sure to be grueling tag team grudge bout.

The bitter rival factions have now chosen their representatives, Max Craven standing mono a mono with the very man who tried to debilitate his arm, Christian Savior. As the bell chimes Savior moseys arrogantly towards Craven, both men finding themselves face to face on the verge of continuing their heated war. The World title holder chimes in with some verbal jabs.

Savior: I beat you in my very first IWC match, just like I’m going to beat you here tonight, HERO.

The X-Class Champion suddenly slaps Christian with enough force to knock his smiling lips off of his face. Savior now turns around as Max comes rushing towards him only to be caught against the thighs. A stunned Christian is able to throw Max over his head, sending him traveling straight towards the ropes.

Surprisingly Craven lands on the middle cable feet first then springs off and twists around into a hurricarana. Savior is caught completely unaware by this move, being flipped over forward across the ring. He ducks his head into a roll now and ends up on his knees, wide eyed and terrified

Comeau: What a big way for this match to get started, Max showing no hesitation to bust out his heavy artillery early on.

Moore: I love heavy artillery, especially the suggestively shaped cannons. Ewww, can I please be excused to go to the bathroom?

Mark: Just do it behind the announce table like Billy use to.

Savior is scattered brain, as he crawls desperately to Evans who has his palm outstretched. The hand is slapped, the World Champion bringing his vicious colleague into this match.

The year long former Submission Champion enters the ring, but before he can even place both feet to the canvas, Craven is on top of him. Right hands are unloaded in both sides of Evans’ jaw, causing him to fall against the ropes for support. Axl is shouting his best motivating phrases at his partner, who drills Pat again and again to the face.

Savior now tries to sneak up behind Craven, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around only to swallow a right hand. The fist connects with enough force that Christian almost tastes the sweat on Max’s elbow.

This very brief distraction allows Evans to step out of the ropes though, wedging his shoulder to Craven’s spine then lifting him into a back drop. He flips Craven over the ropes in reverse then steps forward, confidently assisting his partner to his feet.

Neither man has any idea that Max has caught the top rope and landed gracefully on the apron. They don’t learn of this until the Sex & Violence member springs to the upper cable then takes flight, connecting with a stereo flying lariat.

His fully healed arm conveniently connects with Christian’s throat, while the other bicep almost decapitates Evans.

Mark: Max is all over the place, getting some well deserved payback against the Conspiracy.

Susie: I deserve some payback too, how dare Dan put me out here on this cheap seat. It’s so uncomfortable, and the butt warmer barely even keeps my behind heated.

Comeau: Oh, sorry, that’s not a seat warmer, it’s actually my hand.

Moore: Uh huh, then were you just giving me the middle finger?

Evans and Savior roll to opposite sides of the ring while the X-Class Champion steps towards Evermore and slaps his outstretched hand. Axl quickly enters the ring, taking Evans around the neck and placing him in a side headlock. At the same time Craven snatches hold of Savior’s hair, applying an identical submission.

The partners charge towards each other, looking to use Savior and Evans as battering rams, intending to drive them skull first into each other.

At the last second Christian and Pat simultaneously shove their opponents off of their respective side headlocks, sending Axl and Max barreling towards one another. At the very last second, right before they could crash into each other, Evermore ducks his head and the X-Class Champion flips backwards right over top of his opponent.

He now lands directly on his feet and lunges into the air, flipping sideways into a jumping corkscrew kick. His shin lands against Evans’ face at the same time that Evermore’s boot crushes Savior’s nose thanks to his bicycle kick. The fans erupt as the Conspiracy members tumble to the ring holding their faces, their opponents slapping palms then going back to back.

Evermore and Craven have their arms crossed and their spines wedged together, posing for the excited Manhattan denizens.

Comeau: I don’t think the Conspiracy were expecting this type of start to this tag team grudge bout, least not of all Savior, who probably wouldn’t have agreed to this if he knew what he was in store for. After all, he’s just a few days out from a MAJOR World title defense against Nathan Creed.

The fans are still sizzling as their hometown heroes grace them with that classic pose. Referee Fitzpatrick is now in Max’s face, urging him to vacate the ring, which he eventually does of his own accord. Evermore is left to step towards Savior, not the legal man in this contest, who is desperately using the ropes to the stand.

The second he reaches his feet, a knife edge chop lands with incredible force across his sternum. Axl now steps back, hitting a right to Savior’s jaw, then another before doing some fancy footwork to hype the knock out shot. He is just about to connect when Evans dives into the fray, landing shoulder first against the back of Axl’s knee.

Evermore unleashes a painful wail, dropping to his back and reaching for his possibly shattered knee. His leg is still up in the air when Savior steps out of the ropes, wraps his arm around the kneecap then drops back into a DDT. Axl’s foot is driven with great force into the canvas, causing him to sit up reaching for his leg and crying out in agony.

Susie: Looks like Axl is going to need my handicap parking space.

Mark: The Conspiracy found an opening and now they’re picking at it like a couple of hyenas.

Savior has rolled out of the ring at this point so that Fitzpatrick won’t disqualify them, letting Evans pick up on the battered leg. That’s just what Pat does, lifting Evermore’s leg into the air, clutching the ankle and repeatedly kicking at the back of the knee.

Axl tries to finagle his way free but Evans won’t let go of the ankle, especially as he drops elbow first into the side of the kneecap. The King of Submission is not accustomed to finding himself in these predicaments, having one of his body parts worked over by an equally as talented technician.

The ever aggressive Evans stands up and whips the Submission Champion’s leg into the canvas. His knee thuds against the ring viciously, causing Axl to sit up gritting his teeth through the pain. He’s only upright a second before Evans boots him square to the forehead, knocking him to his back yet again.

He now rushes grabs Axl’s ankle and lifts up on it, causing his opponent to roll over backwards straight to his feet. Evermore is still hunched over forward as Evans rushes into the ropes at his side. When Pat hits the cables, Savior makes a blind tag to his back, Evans remaining unaware of it even as he rushes forward and drives his knee into Axl’s face.

The brutal knee lift causes Evermore to stand upright, swaying back and forth until Savior steps behind him and takes the Sex & Violence member down into a reverse face buster. The back of Axl’s head hits the ring with enough force to cause his legs to kick up into the air, Christian grabbing hold of them and pulling them down towards Evermore’s chest.

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Axl kicks out, getting his shoulder up just before the three count could be finished.

Comeau: The Conspiracy working very cohesively as a team thus far, they have been paring together for close to a year now, but I’m shocked that they’re taking it to the legendary duo of Sex & Violence.

Susie: So am I, how can a team with the name “sex” in it possibly be kept down?

Max is slapping the top turnbuckle pad and stomping his foot, trying to rally the crowd even further behind Evermore. Unfortunately, not even their cheers can stop Christian from standing on Axl’s face, grating his heels right across his opponent’s eyes.

Evermore sits up and palms his forehead, unaware that Savior has grabbed his leg and is now dragging him towards the enemy corner. Savior slaps his partner’s hand, tagging Evans back into this contest, then slips through the ropes in reverse.

He steps to the apron and pulls Axl’s leg over the middle cable, folding it around the rope. The Sex & Violence member tries to escape as his leg is twisted viciously around the ropes and Pat stomps straight at the entirely exposed knee. Craven demands the referee do something about it, the official imploring both men to stop using the ropes for added leverage.

Fitzpatrick starts a five count, reaching four and finally forcing them to release Axl’s leg. Pat steps back, palms held aloft and smile on his face, pretending he did absolutely nothing wrong. His credibility flies out the window the second he steps in, and digs the point of his elbow into Evermore’s eyes.

He grates it back and forth, inflicting as much damage to the retinas as possible. Finally the referee is forced to break up the cheat only to have Evans shove him aside and begin biting at the bridge of Axl’s nose. Evermore stomps his heels to the canvas, his flesh being mauled at by the carnivorous Evans.

Mark: Pat breaking every rule ever dreamt up and now he’s actually gnawing at Axl’s face.

Susie: I bet he taste like bacon.

The teeth sink further into Evermore’s face before the official again drags him away from his suffering opponent. Once more he’s pushed away and at the same time Pat drags Evermore down across his back then jumps into the air. His knee comes crashing down right into the Sex & Violence member’s face.

Axl sits up, not only contending with the teeth marks embedded in his skin, but also the pain of the knee that grated against his skull. Although aching he starts to stand up only to have Evans step in and slug him straight to the forehead, knocking the man who defeated him last week to the canvas once more.

The Fully Loaded representative tries to stand but can only roll into the ropes, his arm falling over the middle cable. This leaves him perfectly prone for Pat who now barrels into a face-wash that connects straight to Axl’s jaw, almost shattering it on impact. Axl rolls to the center of the ring, where Pat pulls him to his back and drops into the lateral press.

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The Sex & Violence member kicks out, shoulder rising from the canvas just before the three count. Pat immediately hooks the arm Axl shot from the ring, and uses it to drag him up to his feet, putting him into position for the Spinal Tap. Screams beckon from the crowd, stunned as Pat hoists Evermore into the air for his lethal back breaker variation. Unfortunately for him, he hadn’t counted on Axl’s ingenuity, his rival catching him around the waist with his legs.

Axl tucks his head and rolls the Conspiracy rep into a forward roll up.

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Pat rolls to his side, grabbing one of the legs pressed to his shoulders and pulling Evermore to his stomach. He steps over Axl’s leg and counters the roll up into the Boston Crab. That weakened leg comes back into play as Evermore finds himself trapped in this hold suffering unspeakable pain.

Comeau: Counter after counter leading right into this match jeopardizing Boston Crab. These long time rivals know each other so well. Can Axl allow himself to tap out to Evans?

Susie: Then Pat will loose all respect for him, just like all men when they force someone to squeal.

Mark: I have a feeling you’ve lost the respect of a lot, and I mean, a lot of men then.

The angered roars of the crowd increase in decibel, their volatility escalating as Evans reaches out and interlocks hands with Savior. This leaves Evermore incapable of crawling across the ring and reaching the ropes, and the referee is equally as powerless.

Fitzpatrick hovers over Evermore, asking him rather he wants to tap out or not, completely unaware of this blatant cheating from the Conspiracy.

Despite this treachery Craven refuses to give up on his partner, pacing and screaming for Evermore to fight against the submission. Axl tries to remember the man he’s fighting, realizing that he can’t give Pat what he’s desired for the longest time, a victory over him.

He refuses to tap just long enough for Fitzpatrick to spot the Conspiracy member’s holding hands. He steps in and kicks the wrists of Evans and Savior, severing their grip. The angered World Champion and Pat shoot fierce stares in Fitzpatrick’s direction, the referee’s audacity distracting them long enough for Evermore to roll to his back.

Pat turns to face Axl, finding his opponent’s feet wedged to his chest and then unable to keep himself from being shoved back first into the ropes. He hits the cables Savior stands on the opposite side of, knocking him to the outside mats. He crashes against them as his partner staggers back towards a now seated Evermore.

The diabolical Evans now attempts a running knee strike only for his opponent to drop back and out of the way. The leg of the Conspiracy member passes right over Evermore’s head as he now reaches up, wrapping his arms around his opponent’s waist.

He tries to pull Pat down into the sunset flip only to have Evans drop into a seated position across his chest. Pat becomes proud of himself until he realizes that Evermore has surprisingly bridged his way up and out of this pinning predicament. There is no time for Pat to stop his opponent who turns and lunges into the air, dropkicking the technical terror to the back of his skull.

Evans tumbles to the ring and Axl rolls across it to salvation, reaching out and slapping Max’s hand. The fans are uber excited by this tag, bringing a fresher Craven into the contest. Without even the slightest semblance of delay, Max jumps the top rope and comes charging across the ring only to have Evans attempt a mafia kick.

Max ducks into a forward roll, avoiding the kick then springing out of it towards the cables. He lands on the middle rope then springs off, twisting around towards Pat who somehow catches his lighter opponent right on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry.

The Rising Phoenix slips into the ring behind his partner as Max is swung around into a TKO. His legs end up falling on Savior’s shoulder though, his jaw still trapped on top of Pat’s. This bizarre tag team move becomes all the stranger when Christian pushes up on Max’s shins, sending him flipping forward and over Pat’s shoulder.

Somehow he slips right out of Evans’ arms and flips to a standing base, landing right in front of the Conspiracy member. He drops into a backwards roll but Pat quickly clears out of the way, trying to avoid whatever Craven is countering with.

As a result he leaves Savior to suffer the wrath of his transition, Max’s legs ending up wrapped around the World Champion’s waist. Christian takes him around his own mid-section and lifts him up into a wheelbarrow. Max ends up on top of Savior’s shoulder but then floats over into a backwards flip, surprisingly landing legs first on Pat’s shoulders.

Craven tugs Pat around into the head scissors. A stunned Evans is sent flying forward, head first right into Christian’s crotch as Savior turned to gauge the chaos.

Moore: There’s so much flips, it’s like a break dancing contest, only there’s no Marky Mark.

Christian is crouched forward, palms cradling his testicles with Evans kneeling before him. This leaves both men in perfect position for Max, who comes charging up behind Pat, stepping off his back and launching himself into a flying knee strike.

His knee blasts Christian right to the nose, the World Champion falling to the ring with Craven landing beside him.

Comeau: Beautiful flying knee from Craven, that’ll knock a few chicklets loose.

Susie: That’s why I wear dentures.

The fans are still rejoicing over Craven’s blast of offense, especially as he pounces on the kneeling Evans, preparing to continue his dominance. However, Evans sweeps his legs out from under him then dives forward into a jackknife cover. His back is pressed to Max’s chest as the official emphatically slaps the canvas.

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Evermore steps in out of nowhere, grabbing the legs of his opponent and dragging him off of the pin. He tucks the legs of Evans under his pits then drops back, catapulting him over the ropes.

Pat flies over them and crashes with a thud across the mats. That’s when Axl drops into a crawling position, his side to the ropes as Max comes barreling towards him. He steps off of Evermore’s back and launches himself over the cables into a big back first splash on the recovered Evans.

Both men spill across the mats with the fans once again jumping for joy. Axl stands up using the cables as a brace while the official demands that he vacate the ring, the Sex & Violence member surprisingly complying. On the outside of the ring Craven has now dragged the addled Evans to his feet and whips him towards the ring.

Shockingly Evans counters, turning to face Max and pulling him into a flapjack that plants him face first into the apron.

Craven staggers backwards swiping his palm across his possibly shattered nose before he’s taken by the wrist and whipped with unbelievable force right into the steps. Craven crashes into them forcefully shoulder first, leaving him sprawled across the mats.

Comeau: Evans finally dousing the fired up Craven.

Susie: Awww, but I wanted to roast wieners.

The air has been sucked from the sails of the fans as Max cries out in pain, gripping at the same arm that was destroyed at the hands of Savior several weeks ago. Pat tries to create some space, re-entering the ring. He sticks his head through the ropes when Axl comes charging up beside him, taking him around the cranium and hitting a swinging neckbreaker.

The back of Pat’s head is driven into the ring to tremendous fanfare. Evermore feeds off the positive energy from the crowd, rising quickly to his feet unhampered by his damaged leg. That is until Savior steps up behind him and delivers a buzzsaw kick with enough force to the back of Evermore’s knee that it sends him flipping over backwards.

The Sex & Violence member spills to the canvas after the flip and rolls to his side, gripping at his aching knee. Christian staggers in and grabs the legs, stepping around them and then dropping to his back, applying the figure four lock. Axl sits up shouting and convulsing like a recently release lunatic. He’s trying his best to escape this hold but there is no freeing his legs from this twisted predicament.

Savior sits up, a malicious grin cutting across his face as he wrenches both of Evermore’s legs in an unnatural position. He drops to his back, looking up at the lights, realizing victory is in his grasp. Suddenly the light he was staring up at becomes obscured by Craven’s soaring body. Max has sprung to the top rope and then taken flight with a springboard 450 splash, crashing down right into the Rising Phoenix’s sternum.

Mark: A springing 450 from Craven, who blocked the pain in his arm to save his partner.

Susie: That’s the sweetest thing I’ve seen since Ducktales.

Craven grips at his shoulder and rolls away from a convulsing Savior, unable to capitalize by covering his wounded rival. A limping Axl assists his partner to his feet, both men reaching for their battered body parts and equally as unaware of Evans’ recovery.

They do not discover that Pat is back on his feet until he comes charging at them trying to deliver a double lariat. Evermore and Craven duck the attempt at a stereo lariat while Pat continues forward into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Max and Axl, the Champions bending forward for a double back drop.

They are just about to send Evans on a flight when Savior sneaks up behind Evermore and pulls him down into a school boy. At the same time Evans stops just short of Max, grabs him under the arms and turns him into a backslide.

Fitzpatrick drops, counting the simultaneous pins to screams from the crowd.

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Axl and Max kick out at the same time, resulting in a HUGE pop from the fans.

Comeau: The Conspiracy going for stereo pins but neither paid off with a victory.

Susie: Well SHUCKS, that 80’s hair metal band is still not victorious?

Max rolls over backwards to his knees with Evans stepping in, clocking him to the temple with right hands. At the same time Evermore and Savior are up trading blows, the match picking up right where it started. Finally Savior takes Axl around the neck and pulls him into a knee lift to the ribs, doubling him over, and leaving him in perfect position for the diamond cutter.

Christian takes Axl around the neck and then charges forward to complete the move only to be pushed off at the last second. Savior refuses to be bested as he’s shoved towards a discombobulated Craven, therefore he bends forward, going for the spear.

Max turns around to face the inbound Christian and then leap frogs him, causing the World Champion to almost cut Evans in half with the spear. Savior looks remorsefully at his laid out opponent, eyes bulging from their sockets like a cartoon wolf who just spotted a sultry damsel.

Susie: Someone has got to teach these guys the proper way to play leapfrog.

Mark: Savior just took out his OWN partner with the spear.

A speechless Christian gets up and turns right into a double superkick from both Evermore and Craven. The two boots meet as one against Savior’s jaw, knocking him to the canvas. At the same time Craven spins around and falls into the cover on the prone Evans.

The fans are going nuts at the count is made.

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To the sheer disbelief of the Manhattanites, Pat kicks out, getting his shoulder off the canvas just before the three.

Mark: Pat kicked out in this frantic, fast paced and brutal tag team bout. What a war between these two respective stables.

Moore: War? But there’s not even any GI Joes.

The crowd is still floored by that last second kick out but neither Craven or Evermore allow themselves to be distracted by it. They continue to push their advantage, Evermore limping in and taking Evans around the neck. He now lifts him up into the air, Pat’s legs wrapped around his waist and bridges him over backwards while Craven makes his way up the turnbuckle.

Comeau: It looks like they’re setting up for a Stage Dive, shades of the Headbangers.

Excitement builds to a fevered pitch as Craven plants his feet, ready to launch himself through the air and into the move. The tag team transaction is about to pay off when Savior climbs up the apron behind Craven, grabs his ankle and tugs it out from beneath him. As a result Max tumbles testicles first onto the top of the turnbuckle, gritting his teeth through the pain.

At the same time Evans sits up, wraps his arm around Evermore’s head and frees his legs from around Axl’s waist. He tries to lift him up into the vertical suplex but at the last second Axl shifts his weight, coming back down to his feet.

Evermore now attempts the suplex but Pat counters the same way, coming back down to his heels. Finally Pat gets Axl up into a vertical suplex over the ropes only to have Evermore hold on. Both men tumble over the ropes thanks to the suplex, the small of Axl’s back smacking against the apron and Pat crashing with a resounding thud to the mats.

Inside of the ring Savior has slipped through the ropes and taken Craven around the neck while he still cradled his wounded groin on the top rope. Before Max can do anything about it, he’s dragged off the turnbuckle into a super diamond cutter.

Mark: Ohhh, Evermore and Evans killing each other with that suplex and at the same time Savior pulls Craven into that unbelievable diamond cutter!

Savior desperately hooks both of Max’s legs and leans back into the pin. Every fan is standing, begging Max to kick out but he is completely spent thanks to that cutter.

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Boos are elicited from the fans, all of them equally distressed by the Conspiracy’s victory. Christian sits up dripping with sweat and looking downright exhausted from this very hard fought win.

Comeau: The Conspiracy pulled it off.

Susie: Eww, then how will Max make money?

Mark: That’s not the “it” I was referring to. Evans and Savior victorious in this exciting tag team collision. But I have the feeling that this war between the Conspiracy and Fully Loaded is FAR from over.

Evermore leans on the apron, watching the action unfold in despair. His opponent, Pat, has recovered enough to grab the World title, rolling back into the ring with the gold. He grips at his swollen mid-section, still suffering from the spear as he ambles towards the kneeling Savior.

Christian looks up sharply, his eyes setting on HIS World title in Pat’s hands. Evans stares at his reflection in the gold then slowly hands it over to Christian. Savior uneasily takes the championship away from his partner, keeping in mind Pat’s desire to face him for that very belt at Paranoia VI.

Comeau: Tension between the Conspiracy members after this VERY hard fought victory.

Susie: They both need a back massage.

FREE WILL

A striped shirt is stretched over the forearms of a despondent Sallie. Douglas’ liaison turned victim longingly stares into the shirt thinking about everything that it represents. Her mind is buried deep in thought as she moves down the corridor. It still hasn’t sunk in that she’s been ordered by Douglas to be the special guest referee for Orlando Cruze versus Johnny Kingdom.

The sheer magnitude of it strikes her like a ton of bricks to the face when she finds her walk impeded by a human barrier. She looks up remorsefully into the eyes of Cruze’s wife Kloe. The crowd cheers but Kloe is anything but excited by what she was caught in the middle of earlier tonight. She leaves Sallie incapable of getting in so much as a word.

Kloe: I know, I’ve HEARD the news.

Sallie lowers her head and the striped shirt.

Kloe: And I also know why Douglas has assigned you as the referee when my husband defends HIS number one contendership against Kingdom at Destiny.

Sallie: Then you’ll also know that I want no part in this.

Kloe: I hope that’s the truth.

Sallie is suddenly overwhelmed with emotion, fed up with all the accusations and her inability to please anyone.

Sallie: What is it with everyone? I try to show how sorry I am for my past mistakes and all it does is get me deeper and deeper.

Kloe: LISTEN! You’re the last person I want to hear complain. After what you’ve put my family through for the past two years your life to me is a fairy tale. But I do believe you, Sallie.

A slight glimmer of hope shines in Sallie’s eyes.

Kloe: I think part of you is sorry, but you have to take responsibility for what you did. It didn’t take much for Douglas to lead you astray, to turn you against my husband. He manipulated the hatred that was already there. And believe me, I know how much anger Orlando can inspire. So if you really want to make a change, if you really want people to see that your sorry, you’ve got to stand up for yourself and do what’s right.

Although she never thought it was possible, Sallie finds herself listening to Kloe’s speech, heeding to her advice.

Kloe: Douglas may want you to go out there on Sunday and let Johnny and Orlando annihilate each other, but you’ve got to STOP this before it goes too far. You have the opportunity to end this once and for all Sallie. Have you seen what they tried to do to each other earlier tonight. If this goes on any longer they’re going to do more than end one another’s careers.

The thought saddens Kloe, realizing her husband is so close to retirement but faces permanent, life altering injuries should this war with Kingdom continue.

Kloe: You’ve got to STAND UP at Destiny. You have to send a message to Savior and Douglas. You have to do this for Orlando’s sake. You’ve got to do this for your daughter. And most importantly, you have to take a stand for yourself. If you have even an iota of humanity left, you’ll put an end to this.

At that the emotional Kloe turns and walks away, leaving Sallie to stew with thought. Much like Orlando’s wife, she too is overwhelmed with emotions.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

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HURT FEELINGS

The words “How about I just do whatever I want” boom through the arena speakers and then Original Prankster blasts through the speakers. Porno Lad steps out from behind the curtain decked out in the NHB title belt. He holds it over his shoulder and at the same time wears a surprisingly stoic expression on his face. Porno Lad employs none of his usual pre-match antics upon jumping to the apron and slipping into the ring.

Comeau: Welcome back, and it appears that Porno Lad is coming out here just like we opened our show, but a little heavier.

Susie: He must have ran by all those free donuts backstage. They’re pretty irresistible.

Mark: I was referring to the NHB title he took from Wheeler earlier tonight and now wears over his shoulder. Jason’s been after him all night long to get it back, but maybe Porno Lad is coming out here to willingly return it. Unlike Justin Davis earlier in the evening.

The crowd is a bit bewildered by the Prankster’s presence as he takes the belt from his shoulder, stretches it across his palm and stares at his reflection in the gold. All the while a microphone is raised to his lips, one he just retrieved from the time keeper.

Porno Lad: So this is what Jason Wheeler has been making such a fuss about?

The controversial star looks largely unimpressed.

Porno Lad: Sorry, but I don’t get it. I can barely see my entire reflection in this thing, how am I suppose to fix my hair.

Susie: I have the same problem. Which is why I check my reflection on your forehead Mark.

Mark: Ah, it’s little comments like that just brighten my day.

Porno Lad continues before throwing the belt over his shoulder, quickly glancing at himself on the titantron.

Porno Lad: Although it does kind of complete the outfit.

He’s only given a moment to check out his profile before Jason Wheeler’s entrance video takes over the screen. The fans have a much different tune that they sing for Wheeler, who is crashing the shenanigans. In a huff the rightful NHB Champion storms through the curtains and down the ramp, not risking bringing his N.H.B title out with him.

Mark: I think Porno Lad has pissed off the wrong individual here tonight.

Susie: He won’t be on Santa’s “Nice List” this year.

The crowd is still steaming over the Black Cat’s presence, who pays no mind to their reception as he is handed a microphone. He backs up right in front of Porno Lad, who follows him closely with his eyes all the while.

Jason: You think your little antics are just so darling don’t you Porno Lad? You think being controversial and irritating everyone on this roster will get you some exposure?

Porno Lad nods as confident as a rooster in a hen house.

Wheeler: If being irritating and controversial meant anything in this company I would have been World Champion ages ago. But just like you, this roster has spat on my ability, and showed me absolutely NO RESPECT! All they’ve done is criticize and abuse me for being what they weren’t, PHENOMENAL!

Porno Lad: Is that it? Is that your excuse for hitching your double decker trailer to the Conspiracy wagon? Honestly, I thought you would have a much cooler reason, other than the simple I’m a whiney bitch approach.

Jason is just about to reply before Porno Lad interjects, thrusting out his palm to calm the raging beast before him.

Porno Lad: But it’s cool, you wear “whiney bitch” nicely.

Jason: Just for your edification I didn’t join the Conspiracy. They JOINED me. When Savior and I aligned ourselves there was the added perk of an association with the Conspiracy thrown into the clause. And let’s face it, when you’ve been put through what I’ve had to endure your allowed to bitch, in fact, it’s OBLIGATED of you. I whine, because I’ve earned the right to.

The tense Wheeler steps eye to eye with Porno Lad, surprisingly not lobbing so much as a fist, but hurling plenty of verbal abuse.

Wheeler: And even after all you people have put me through, you STILL expect me to side with you? You think that after having Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom pull every string they could to hold me back, that I’d merrily join them? That I’d go singing Christmas Carols or bowling with them? What is wrong with your brain?

Porno Lad: HEY, I may have drunk an abnormal amount of slushies as a child, but that had NO effect on my brain. Of course all the oxygen I’ve snorted from those Whip Cream cans is an entirely different story. But if I were a blithering idiot, or Nathan Creed, even with all my many mental deficiencies, I’d still never sell my soul to the Conspiracy. Do you forget what they did to my friend….?

Jason: I’m not going to enable your little fantasies any longer, rather they be about dead friends, or visions of Wheeler ever teaming with the likes of Kingdom or Cruze. I had to make this PACT to entitle myself to better opportunities, opportunities that NEVER would have come if I continued following those glory hogs. Just look at the PPV, I’m not even BOOKED! Yet the two oldest guys on the roster are fighting it out for the Number One Contendership for like the twentieth time? Yet you ask why I aligned myself with Savior?

Porno Lad nods, listening to this long winded spiel with an insincere grin on his face.

Porno Lad: You know Jason, I can actually help you with one of those problems. I’ll give you back this NHB title belt, if you agree here and now to face me at Destiny.

Jason freezes, immediately dreading this challenge.

Porno Lad: You want this belt back, it’s as simple as that. But I’m sure your questioning why I would want to face you on pay-per-view, besides for the obvious bonus of course.

Wheeler: I could care less.

Porno Lad: THERE!

A wagging finger is aimed in Wheeler’s direction.

Porno Lad: That’s the reason, you never listen to me. You didn’t take my advice friend, you basically urinated all over my feelings. That’s something tag team partners just don’t do to each other. We’re suppose to skip hand in and hand down the beach, not crap all over one another’s emotions.

Porno Lad pretends to cry, further annoying Wheeler.

Porno Lad: I could almost forgive you for that though, but what can’t be forgiven is your association with the Conspiracy. They KILLED my friend, Martin, and yet you saddle up with those Brokeback Mountain rejects? That’s the straw that shattered the camels back. So that’s why I’m making this challenge. FACE ME, one on one at Destiny.

After Porno Lad has finished spelling out his motivations Wheeler rears his head, running his hand down his face in contemplation.

Jason: Alright, FINE, you got it.

The crowd erupts into cheers at the sound of yet another match officially being booked for Destiny.

Wheeler: I’ll grant you this match on the basis that after it’s all said and done we’re through. I never have to put up with you AGAIN!

Now Porno Lad is left to mull over his decision. In the end he shrugs and smiles.

Porno Lad: Fine. You won’t get so much as a Christmas card from me. Now here, take back this heavy belt and let’s make this official.

The NHB title belt is thrust out into Wheeler’s direction, leaving the Black Cat to examine it closely. After a few moments delay Jason snatches the gold out of Porno Lad’s hand and thrusts it back over his shoulder. He slowly backs away from the man he’ll be facing at Destiny, the tension thick between them.

Porno Lad: There, you’ve got your oversized belt back. Happy? Well you won’t be come the PPV. Eww, that sounded strangely intimidating. Adios until Sunday old friend.

At that Porno Lad turns his back on Wheeler and moves towards the ropes.

Comeau: Another big match just signed for Destiny, Jason Wheeler going on one on with Porno Lad. That could be a show steal….

Before Mark can finish his sentence, Wheeler swings his World title belt right into the back of the Prankster’s skull. The collision knocks Porno Lad to his knees while his now FORMER tag team partner stands over him, wearing a truly menacing expression.

Comeau: Oh come on. Wheeler has just assaulted Porno Lad with the NHB Championship.

Moore: Those blasted titles have been out of control lately.

The crowd is just as vocal as Comeau, unanimous in their anger over Wheeler’s disgusting actions. He doesn’t stop there though, Jason rushing forward delivering a swift kick right to Porno Lad’s ribs. The collision knocks the Prankster to his back while Jason bends over him.

Wheeler: You don’t TOUCH what’s mine! You want to get up close and personal with a REAL Championship? Okay then.

Jason buries Porno Lad’s face beneath the NHB title belt, the gold plate wedged right against his forehead. The Black Cat now steps backwards in the direction of the ropes, slipping through them onto the apron.

Jason: You like to make fun of people huh? You like to punk them? Well then you’ll find this hilarious!

The audacious statement concludes right before Wheeler springs to the top rope and takes flight. He flips through the air and connects with a 450 splash directly onto his title belt, driving it against Porno Lad’s face and doing untold amounts of damage.

Susie: IYYYYYEEEEE!!!

Comeau: Wheeler just 450 splashed his NHB title right into Porno Lad’s face!

As if the crowd already didn’t have enough to be furious about now they’re more angered than ever before. They find themselves enraged by this spectacle as Wheeler stands, grabs his belt off of the convulsing Porno Lad’s face and returns it to its rightful place, over his shoulder. He backs up looking down at his former partner in disgust.

Comeau: Wheeler sending a message to Porno Lad just before their bout at Destiny. If there was no bad blood before, there’s going to be plenty heading into that match now.

Susie: Bad blood? I guess it wasn’t refrigerated properly.

Jason is drowned in the boos of the audience but he could care less as he moves past the unconscious Porno Lad and through the ropes. He hesitates on the apron only long enough to give Porno Lad one last unsympathetic glance.

NO PROTECTIVE DETAIL

Disco Ninja is spread across the concrete with a series of stomps connecting to his back. He almost made it to the ring to prevent the beat down on Porno Lad, if he were not jumped right in the gorilla position by Robin Brooks and Hurse. The engaged couple deliver stomp after stomp and hurl verbal abuse upon the Ninja, who is doing anything but dancing presently.

Hurse: I don’t see you boogying now PAL!

Brooks grabs a large lamp that is usually employed to light the interview area and tilts it over, sending it crashing across Disco Ninja’s lower back. No painful wails emit from the Ninja, unable to communicate the horror his body is enduring.

Robin: I bet you’re real proud of yourself now, huh? You starting to second guess taking my belt away from me?

Slaps connect across the back of Porno Lad’s skull delivered by the Black Widow. At the same time Hurse is grabbing objects off of the concession table, pelting them down at the battered Ninja. A bag of sugar strikes him over the back, covering him in white powder.

Brooks: I hope your enjoying this, because we haven’t even gotten started yet. Pick his ass up!

On the orders of Brooks, the Master of Control drags their common enemy out from under the lamp. He takes him under the arm, peppering him with right hands to the back of his skull and dragging him towards the curtains. Brooks turns and watches them on their way to the curtains, a wide smile stretching across her face.

Robin: God I’m genius.

She now follows behind her fiancée, cracking her knuckles in the process.

Mark: Disco Ninja being jumped backstage. This must be what Jason Wheeler was pitching to Brooks and Hurse earlier. To make matters worse it looks like they’re dragging Disco Ninja to the ring. We’ll find out what’s going on right after the break.

Susie: They better be advertising something involving Barbie Dolls, or I’m gonna be pissed!

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Requesting the Honor of Your Presence

THAT DISCO NINJA VS. ROBIN BROOKS

The show returns live with the crowd still reeling over what has transpired directly before the break.

Mark: What a fruitful few minutes we’ve seen transpire. Just before our commercial break….

Susie: Which didn’t advertise even a single action figure.

Comeau: Porno Lad made a challenge that was accepted by Jason Wheeler for Destiny before he was attacked by the Black Cat. Immediately following that moment we saw Disco Ninja bein….well speak of the devil.

From the backstage area Disco Ninja is now revealed, yet he doesn’t make his way to the stage of his own accord. Both Brooks and Hurse are holding the badly damaged Disco Ninja up and dragging his almost lifeless body to the ring.

Susie: I guess Disco Ninja is doing an ancient 70’s dance known as the Funky Corpse.

Mark: Maybe, or he could just be unconscious, either wouldn’t vote well for the Ninja. It looks like Robin and Hurse are rolling him into the ring, I hope not to start the scheduled match between he and Brooks.

Moore: That would be as evil as asking me to solve mathematical equations.

The crowd, with their unyielding compassion, cut loose on Disco Ninja’s assailants as they roll his horribly battered body under the cables to the center of the ring. The Black Widow slides in as well while her husband rushes to the backstage area in search of something.

He’s only gone for a second before he drags referee Wright onto the stage, demanding he go to the ring and officiate this match. After a struggle Wright frees himself, barks threats at Hurse but ultimately forces himself to rush towards the ring.

Brooks is not yet ready to go for the pinfall though, even if though the Disco Ninja is entirely at her mercy. She takes his head, sets him up and delivers a quick dropkick right to the forehead.

Comeau: Referee Wright can’t honestly be contemplating starting this match. It just isn’t right, Disco Ninja is in no condition to continue AT ALL.

The official is glaring down at the possibly injured Disco Ninja, contemplating rather to start this match or not. Once Robin sees his reluctance to motion for the bell, she steps right up in his face and explodes with threats of her own.

Robin: DO YOUR JOB, DO IT!

She motions repeatedly for the bell, growing impatient with Wright’s crisis of conscious. Finally he takes a deep breathe and motions towards the timekeeper, signifying him to start the match. This decision is met with a hailstorm of boos while Robin stands in the center of controversy smiling sadistically.

That’s when she’s pulled down from behind into a school boy. The referee turns around and spots the cover, stunned by Disco Ninja’s spontaneous recovery. He drops to the canvas and makes the count.

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To Disco’s dismay, Robin kicks out.

She saves herself from a stunning loss and now stands up, steps over Disco Ninja’s back, hooks his arms and pulls him to his feet in a tiger suplex position. Before Brooks can dismay her abnormally freakish female strength, Disco Ninja dismays his amazing recuperative abilities by stomping Robin straight to the toes.

She jumps back, grabbing at her foot while Disco Ninja limps forward into the ropes, bouncing off of them. The masked dancer staggers into a dropkick from Brooks that nails him right under the jaw.

Comeau: Disco Ninja scoring some offence right up until that point. This is shocking considering how much he was put through backstage.

Susie: Do you think he’s Wolverine, only not a bad singer like Hugh Jackman?

Disco Ninja squirms on the canvas, gripping at his jaw from that dropkick combined with all the other damage sustained to his cranium. Brooks adds to the trauma, dropping knee first directly into his face. Disco Ninja rolls away, gripping at his head and trying to get his legs beneath him but ultimately gets cut off with clubbing blows to his upper back.

Robin has him just where she wants him, grounded and defenseless. He makes another valiant effort to stand only to be cut off with a running back elbow from his malicious opponent. The knock sends him right back down to the canvas, scrambling to get up but body unwilling to budge.

Hurse: That’s right, break them hips, shatter that pelvis! Make sure he never dances AGAIN!

These pleas from Hurse amuses his fiancée, who is already way ahead of him. She steps in anxiously to take the defenseless Disco Ninja by the legs, folding them around each other then rolling him to his chest. The Texas Cloverleaf is employed and employed to perfection at that.

If the Disco Ninja could express his pain verbally, he would be at this point. However, his muteness binds him to only physical displays. His fingers wedge into the canvas and his body anxiously wills its way towards the ropes. The fans are solidly behind him, despite his unscrupulous ties to Porno Lad.

They urge him onward despite realizing the physical anguish he must be enduring. He now reaches out for the ropes only to have Hurse jump to the apron, grab the middle one and pull it far away from Disco Ninja’s hand. The crowd is an even louder frenzy than before, right up until referee Wright kicks at Hurse’s knuckle and knocks him away from the cables.

This brief interference nevertheless results in Disco Ninja being dragged back to the center of the ring and more pressure being applied on his legs via the cloverleaf.

Comeau: Can’t these two be content with what they’ve already done to Disco Ninja? Why must they keep bending the rules?

Susie: Because it’s almost as fun as bending me over a….

Mark: Children may be watching Susie.

Moore: So I should speak slower then?

Disco Ninja wedges his hands to the canvas, outright refusing to be bested this way. As his body aches from scalp to toe nail he fights against it all, moving onwards towards the ropes. Brooks is enraged that Disco Ninja still has the strength to carry on, upset by the fact that she didn’t finish him off backstage.

Disco Ninja makes her pay for her failure to properly destroy him in the back, because he now wraps his hand around the bottom cable. Almost immediately Robin is grabbed by the official, Wright desperately trying to pull her off her own submission.

Mark: And the Disco Ninja has reached the ropes. This match continues to heat up.

Susie: Just like my palm pressed to a skillet. There’s got to be a better way to test if there on or not.

Robin continues to wrench in reverse on the Ninja’s spine and twist his legs with even greater ferocity until she’s finally forced to break the hold. Referee Wright drags her to the center of the ring where she pulls herself out of his arms and again lets lose with a series of threats.

Her audacious threats fall on deaf ears and only allow for Disco Ninja to stand up using the cables. He’s just gotten his feet beneath him when Robin comes storming in his direction.

He barely has the strength to throw a fist but that’s just what he does, even though it misses its mark entirely. This causes him to walk right into a knee lift to the ribs, doubling him over. A quick Brooks wraps one leg around his, and the other around his neck, all the while pulling up on his arm. The Octopus stretch is established, Disco Ninja suffering from this unique variation of the abdominal stretch and immediately crumbling to one knee.

The weight of Robin all tied around him is too much to bare, his body already too wore down from the brutal attack on him earlier in the night.

Finally That Disco Ninja falls across his stomach, looking to have completely faded from the pain. Brooks releases the hold, hooks both of Disco Ninja’s arms, jumps to his side and pulls him over on top of his shoulders with a double chickewing pin.

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Somehow Disco Ninja still has the strength to kick out, freeing himself from the unique pin and falling to his knees in the process. This inspires Robin to stand in front of him, step forward and wrap her arm around his neck. She now tries to jump into the air and interlock her legs around her opponent’s waist.

The crowd cringes at the prospect of a front gantry, body scissors combination. Unfortunately for her, Disco Ninja wedges his hands to her gut and is able to shove her off before she could get both holds established.

A stunned Brooks lands on her feet then walks right into a spinning powerslam from her opponent. Disco Ninja is now on top with the lateral press, hooking both of her legs for the pinfall.

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Robin, the fresher of the two, is able to get her shoulder up promptly. This plagues the already injured Disco Ninja, who is forced to sit on the canvas questioning how he can push through this trauma and possibly score a win. He finally gets up and then lunges into the air, looking for a HIGH flying leg drop.

To further compound his pain he meets with nothing but canvas, landing on it rump first. Robin has just rolled out of the way and to her feet at his side. She rests in a crouching position, waiting for Disco Ninja to recover just too cruelly knock him right back to the canvas.

Comeau: Disco Ninja with another short display of offence before his injuries caught up with him.

Susie: Injuries always keep up with me. If by injuries you mean diseases, diseases occurring usually south of the border.

Mark: That wasn’t funny, that was just gross.

Disco Ninja finally stands up when Brooks rushes in behind him, catching his head and going for the bulldog. However, her crafty opponent pushes her off and grabs her by the wrist of the hand that was just holding the back of his hand.

He uses this opportunity to spin Brooks around and drag her forward right into a corkscrew shoulder block. Both competitors tumble to the ring after Disco Ninja employed one of the more vicious moves in his ever expanding arsenal.

Mark: Big move from Disco Ninja, is it enough to get him back into this match though?

The pain Disco Ninja is suffering is clear even through his mask. His tired, drained body rolls in the direction of the ropes, employing them to stand up. Robin rolls around on the canvas clutching at her sternum and purposely getting the referee’s focus.

She takes his mind off of Disco Ninja just long enough for Hurse to jump to the apron, grab him by the shoulder and spin him into a punch to the jaw. Hurse finds himself petrified when Disco Ninja blocks his inbound fist and then responds with a hard chop directly across his sternum.

The flesh ripping chop knocks Hurse to the outside mats just before Disco Ninja turns to spot an inbound Brooks. He bends forward and catches Robin against his shoulders then back drops her over the ropes straight onto a rising Hurse.

Mark: OHHHH!

Susie: Why couldn’t Hurse catch his blushing bride? I guess Robin has put on a bit of weight, maybe she’s the one eating Gilbert Grape.

The Manhattan Center has erupted into pandemonium after the sickening crash, which has left Hurse and Robin sprawled lifelessly across the mats. Disco Ninja has fallen to his knees, allowing Wright to employ a ten count, which e does promptly, if not a little too promptly.

Robin already finds herself five more seconds from being disqualified upon recovering. Her eyes glare at the ring, renewed with a sense of urgency to get back in before being counted out. She is just about to beat Wright’s count as she sticks her head through the ropes.

That’s until Disco Ninja rushes in and catches her by the back of the skull. He lifts a knee and drags Brooks face down planting it straight against his kneecap, possibly busting her nose wide open. The sickening collision knocks her to the apron, holding the ropes instinctively to keep from crashing to the outside.

Comeau: I don’t know how Disco Ninja has accomplished this, but he is actually in control of this match, absolutely taking it right to Brooks at this point.

Susie: Do Ninjas have super powers?

Mark: No.

Moore: Well there goes my explanation for his comeback.

Although severally battered the Disco Ninja rushes across the ring, bouncing from the ropes opposite the ones that Robin stands on the opposite side of. She is starting to employ the ropes to stand while Hurse sluggishly gets up behind him.

That’s when Disco Ninja jumps right over Robin, catching her around the waist for the sunset flip. However, the number one contender for the X-Class title hangs onto the ropes tightly, and shockingly the Disco Ninja finds himself landing on the shoulders of Hurse.

The Master of Control has stepped under his fiancée, and caught Disco Ninja in his own powerbomb position. He drags Disco Ninja away from his attempt on the sunset flip before his rival counters into a hurricarana. Hurse is sent flying forward right into the steel steps, his face smashing against them at great speed.

The crowd voices their amazement over Disco Ninja flowing from that sunset flip powerbomb attempt right into the hurricarana. He painfully works his way to his feet at this point only to have Robin back flip off the apron and crash down right on top of his shoulder.

Both athletes crumble to the mats with Robin rolling off of her rival. She grips at her ribcage while her opponent holds his damaged clavicle. Despite their nagging injuries both competitors stand and it’s Brooks who fires the first shot, landing a kick to Disco Ninja’s gut.

He is doubled over and Robin leads him by the back of the head towards the ring, rolling him in under the ropes. She now slips in herself and springs right to her feet, albeit crouched forward in anxious anticipation.

She waits with a cold grin on her face as she realizes Disco Ninja is prime for the pickings. With every inch of his anatomy hurting Disco Ninja show his durability by standing tall then turning right into a kick to the gut followed by the stunner.

These are the events as Robin had them planned out in her head, although it goes nothing like she has envisioned. Instead of capping off this victory with a stunner, the match continues thanks to Disco Ninja’s ingenuity. He quickly frees his head from the stunner position and nails a European Uppercut to the back of Brooks’ skull.

The hard strike knocks Brooks forward into the ropes, her body bouncing off of them and staggering right into plastic Chinese star to the forehead. The toy bounces right off her forehead, causing her to step back with clear confusion in her eyes.

She shrugs her shoulders wondering what the hell that was suppose to do, but before she gets an answer she receives a timely jumping twisting back kick right under the jaw. The stiff strike knocks her to her back with Disco Ninja landing on his knees beside her.

Comeau: What a distraction provided by that plastic toy. I can’t believe I just said that.

Susie: Don’t worry, lots of plastic toys get me excited too, but they’re usually of the battery operated variety.

Robin is down and motionless providing Disco Ninja with a rare window of opportunity. He limps his way towards a turnbuckle, turning his back on it and beginning to pull his way towards the top rope. Every single movement, no matter how small sends the feeling of a thousand needles plunging into muscle all throughout his body.

He plants himself while official Wright checks on Brooks’ condition. The second he stoops forward to examine her the threads of his shirt are seized hold of. Brooks sits up, digging both hands into his shirt, keeping Wright from getting away.

This completely prevents Disco Ninja from hitting whatever he was planning from the top rope, as well as causes him to be distracted from the figure jumping the barricade. A man wearing a pure black mask and having his entire body covered in all dark obsidian tights rushes at the ring.

Comeau: What in the world? Someone stop that drunken fan.

Moore: It looks like someone from the Blue Man Group.

Before Disco Ninja spots this invading influence the masked vigilante hits him with a headbunt right to the ribs, doubling him over. At this point the darkly clad competitor hooks both of Disco Ninja’s arms and then pulls him off of the turnbuckle, twisting around into a version of the Angel’s Wings.

Disco Ninja is planted with unbelievable force face first against the ring, causing him to roll to his back in an unconscious heap.

Mark: HEY! What did he just do? That fan, or guy, or whatever he is, just attacked Disco Ninja. He’s COMPLETELY laid him out.

Susie: Maybe he’s Disco Ninja’s evil clone, sans ninja costume.

This mysterious entity now vacates the ring, rolling to the outside before jumping the barricade into the crowd. His back is aimed towards the ring, not even taking a second to glance over his shoulder to reflect on the chaos he caused. This enigma adorned all in black finally vanishes as Robin rolls across the ring and drapes her arm over Disco Ninja’s sternum.

Mark: Don’t tell me another match is going to end like this! Who the hell was that guy?

The referee is making the count with the crowd voicing their opinion of these disgusting events.

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Mark: Thanks to yet another Masked Intruder ironically attacking Disco Ninja this time, Robin walks away with a jaded victory.

Susie: I should get to wear a mask, everyone else is doing it! I have a Hanna Montana mask I’ve been dying to try on.

Brooks is relieved when she hears the three bell chime calling an end to this hard fought singles bout. It’s obvious that Robin could not believe the challenge That Disco Ninja put up despite being attacked viciously backstage. She finds herself once again amazed by his fighting spirit upon standing and backing towards the ropes.

A decimated Disco Ninja begins to push himself up, the fans cheering on the effort he put into this. But Robin can’t stand their applause and cuts them short with a timely elbow drop right against Disco Ninja’s back. The fans are irate at the sight of this but it brings Brooks much glee.

Comeau: What is this all about!?! She already won the match, this is entirely uncalled for.

Brooks stands up and proceeds with a series of stomps delivered right to the lower back of the Disco Ninja. Finally after a long delay, Hurse slides in, having recovered enough to assist in this long, drawn out mugging.

Mark: These two are having a fiesta right on top of Disco Ninja’s back.

Susie: I wish we had a Mariachi Band, where’s James Exeter when you need him?

Hurse is dropping repeated knees to Disco Ninja’s shoulder while Brooks stomps brutally at his hips, trying to do as much damage to their common enemy as possible. That’s when the atmosphere in the arena changes, because the fans come alive at the sight of Max Craven and Axl Evermore rushing towards the ring.

Comeau: SEX & VIOLENCE!

Susie: Are you proposing to me?

Needless to say both Brooks and Hurse are stunned as their pay-per-view opponents enter the ring. Although still weakened from their earlier tag team match against the Conspiracy, Evermore and Craven are still capable of putting up a fight.

Before Hurse can properly prepare himself he’s drilled under the jaw with a right hand from Evermore, sending him reeling backwards into the ropes, falling against them for support. Axl steps in for a knock out shot before Hurse high tails it through the ropes, leaving Robin Brooks inside with both members of Sex & Violence.

Axl and Max slowly inch their way towards Brooks, backing her up as the Black Widow suddenly becomes remorseful for her prior bad deeds. She begs for their mercy but its clear neither rival is willing to give it to her. That’s when a shockingly recovered Disco Ninja charges in, nailing a lariat to the side of Brooks’ head that carries her over the ropes to the outside.

Somehow she lands directly in Hurse’s arms, keeping her upright with a stunned expression on her face. The two move around the ring staring at Craven and Axl on the inside, as well as the damaged Disco Ninja, who has fallen to his knees gripping at his damaged back.

The Fully Loaded reps hop to opposite turnbuckles pointing towards Hurse and Brooks as the duo makes their way up the ramp. Their engaged rivals take the time to make repeated belt motions across their waists, insisting that one of them will leave with a title at Destiny.

Comeau: Tensions mounting between these two groups headed into their big title showdown at Destiny. Who is going to leave with the gold on Sunday?

Susie: Me, once I find a new sugar daddy.

Axl and Max continue to exchange a crude stare with the duo that will challenge for their respective belts at the pay-per-view.

THE WEEK OF A LIFETIME

Nathan Creed sits stooped over in a chair, hands interlocked and eyes closed in deep contemplation. The cramped confines of his lockeroom gives him the impression that the walls are closing in around him. He realizes that in just a few moments he’ll be taking on his most barbaric rival, his own brother Psycho.

Mark: Creed preparing himself mentally for what may be one of the most brutal matches of his career. In just a few moments he’s going to step into the ring against his brother, and who knows what’s going to happen once the gloves are off.

Susie: Chances are the gloves won’t fit back on their hands because they were planted by Mark Ferman.

A long deep breath is taken from Creed, who finally opens his eyes to look around at his empty surroundings. Suspicious by her absence is Krissie McMorris, prompting Creed to reach into the bag placed beside his chair. From inside of it he retrieves a cellphone, dialing a number and holding it to his ear.

Since his call goes unanswered Creed returns the phone to the bag. He leans back and stares at the ceiling, realizing that tonight begins the build to one of the biggest weeks of his professional wrestling career.

Comeau: Nathan has the chance to live out his dream here in the coming weeks, but before he can go on to challenge for the World title he’s got to make it through Psycho tonight.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Vince McMahon and anal humor… go figure

FORCING HIS HAND

The show returns straight on Michelle Blacker’s intense, make up drenched features. She cannot even force a smile while occupying the space just outside of Dan Douglas’ VIP dressing room. A huge star adorns the door with Dan’s name inscribed inside of it, letting the fans know it’s time to release their pint up anger.

Michelle: We’ve seen a lot of shocking things go down tonight, what with the theft of title belts, the attack on Disco Ninja….

She can’t help but to smile slightly at the mention of the brutality inflicted on others, unable to control her sadomasochistic fantasies. She licks her lips while progressing.

Michelle: Not to mention the war between Sex & Violence and the Conspiracy, and all the confusion revolving around the Tag Team Titles. Things are out of control here in the IWC, which is just the way I like them, but now it’s time to get a word from Dan Douglas to see how he intends to fix this problem.

Without trepidation she approaches the door, reaching out for the knob despite not even knocking. Before she can twist the knob, the door flies open and out saunters Shin Iwate. A puzzled Michelle steps back, overlooking the undefeated oriental superstar.

Blacker: Uh, Shin Iwate? What were you just doing in Douglas’ off…?

Shin raises a palm while closing the door behind him, signifying that Michelle should shush immediately.

Iwate: I don’t know you, I don’t want to know you, and I don’t want to hear any of your questions. Answers are all I want, and that’s what Douglas has promised me.

Michelle can’t make heads or tails of what Iwate is getting at.

Shin: At Destiny, Douglas is demanding that Justin Davis show up and bring the Cartel Championship. If he doesn’t, then criminal charges will be lodged against him for theft, and he WILL be incarcerated.

The chilling eyes of Iwate turn towards the camera.

Iwate: Usually I wouldn’t require the assistance of a megalomaniac to get back my property, but I just don’t have the time to deal with this ridiculousness right now. I need to focus on what’s important, which I can’t do when some bleached blond SCW hack is running around with my belongings. So either Justin shows up at Destiny, or he spends the next couple of months in jail. One way or another, I still get what’s mine.

The second his statement concludes, Iwate turns away from Michelle and marches off. He leaves her wanting to ask more questions but no further answers will be given.

PSYCHO VS. NATHAN CREED

Comeau: As if Destiny wasn’t already intriguing enough, now we can expect yet another appearance from Justin Davis, but this time to actually hand over the Cartel Championship. Will he show up?

Susie: I hope. I need to ask him what kind of hair dye he buys.

"Dead man lying on the bottom of the grave
Wondering when Savior comes
Is he gonna be saved?"

(The crowd are in a mixed reaction as the lights dim and the stage is slightly illuminated by an eerie blue ominous glow. The 'tron' is filled with stormy clouds.)

"Maybe you're a sinner into your alternate life
Maybe you're a junker maybe you deserve to die"

(Slowly the storm on the 'tron' fades into the cold malice glare from The Sadistic One.)

"They were crying when their sons left
God is wearing black
He's gone so far to find no hope
He's never coming back
They were crying when their sons left
All young men must go
He's come so far to find the truth
He's never going home"

(Psycho slowly steps out from behind the curtain. An emotionless face captivates him as he makes his way down to the ring.)

"Young men standing on the top of their own graves
Wondering when Jesus comes
Are they gonna be saved."

(He rolls into the squared circle still basking in the mixed applause from the sold out crowd, who are unsure what to make of him.)

Susie: Uh oh, it’s that homicidal, deformed freak from that one movie….

Mark: Friday the 13th?

Moore: No, I’m talking about Lindsey Lohan in I Know Who Killed Me.

Comeau: When will you obscure movie references ever end? What will come to an ending tonight though, are the issues that have been building between Nathan Creed and Psycho since, well, birth.

Susie: Nathan must have always got the better nipple.

Mark: I doubt they were breast fed simultaneously. They didn’t even KNOW each other is kids. Damn your stupidity, it’s infectious!

The crowd is equally as flustered with Psycho, as the Sadistic One stands in the ring, fresh off of his threat directly at David Freak and Aurora Rose. He now walks in circles, chest heaving in anticipation of his opponent.

Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Adam Gontier's soothing voice cuts the tension swiftly

"Pain, Without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all"

The drum beat kicks in for Three Days Grace's song 'Pain' and the lights flash synchronized to the beat. Nathan Creed walks from behind the curtain, his expression stoic as he stares down at the ring. He snaps his neck from side to side whilst ringing his wrists. The song takes a change in mood and softens as Creed starts a slow walk towards the ring accompanied by a low blue light that replaces the strobes.

"You're sick of feeling numb,
You're not the only one,
I'll take you by the hand,
And I'll show you a world that you can understand,
This life is filled with hurt,
When happiness doesn't work,
Trust me and take my hand,
When the lights go out you will understand"

As the verse nears its end Creed reaches the ring and slides under the rope. He bounds to his feet as the song changes beat as the chorus hits and the lights change again into a flash of bright strobe lights.

"Pain, without love,
Pain, can't get enough,
Pain, I like it rough,
Cause I'd rather have pain than nothing at all"

The start of the chorus causes Creed to scream, throwing his arms to the side in a Dreamer-esque pose.

Mark: Creed out here on a mission, especially after Psycho robbed him of the opportunity to take out Johnny Kingdom last week.

Moore: I hope his testicles have recovered and both have descended again.

Comeau: I’m sure they have, otherwise Creed wouldn’t have the courage to come out here tonight, but that’s exactly what he’s doing in order to compete under relaxed rules.

Nathan slips between the ropes when Psycho charges straight at him, both men immediately coming to blows. They start to exchange right hands, swept up into a mad exchange of fists. The wick has been lit and the powder keg has exploded.

Creed quickly takes the advantage by laying into Psycho’s wide sternum with chop after chop. The strikes send his half brother stumbling in reverse but not going down. Before Creed can further bruise Psycho’s chest he delivers a hard uppercut shot that catches Nathan just under the jaw.

The stunned number one contender is sent reeling backwards into the ropes, falling against them for support. Even they can’t hold him up when Psycho starts in with more hard closed fists. The strikes land with enough emphasis to send Creed spiraling across the ring. Somehow he catches himself before falling to the ring as his brother moves in for the knock out shot.

Before the fist can meet cheek, Nathan introduces his hand to Psycho’s sternum. Another skin ripping chop lands to Psycho’s chest and the crowd voices their approval by means of a hearty “WOOO!”

Mark: Neither man holding back, this is the brawl we expected this match to be between brothers/rivals.

Susie: They need to go on Dr. Phil and repair their damaged relationship.

Comeau: Just like you need to go to a doctor to repair your damaged brain.

The chop has staggered Psycho, leading Creed to connect with another before twisting around into a spinning back fist. It connects to the side of Psycho’s face and sends him stumbling into a turnbuckle, falling against it chest first.

He is primed for the athletic Creed, who rushes across the ring before diving into the air and splashing the large back of his own brother. The stands teem with excitement as Psycho stumbles backwards out of the corner and right into Nathan’s arms.

Without a moment’s hesitation he snaps Psycho over into the German suplex. The move connects with fierce velocity as Creed spins his hips and rolls to his knees, dragging his opponent up in front of him. Both men are standing with Creed going for another German. Unfortunately he endures a similar fate as his brother, Psycho stepping back and ramming Nathan spine first into the turnbuckle.

Creed’s arms fall over the ropes, his body crushed by his deranged brother who steps across the ring to build momentum. He turns and comes lunging at Creed for his own big splash only to have his sibling step out of the way and guide his head straight into the top of the turnbuckle post. Psycho’s skull connects against steel as his body twists and crashes to the outside of the ring. All the while Creed is ripping the top turnbuckle pad off to reveal the steel bolt beneath.

Comeau: Psycho ALREADY inflicting some serious damage on himself for the sake of trying to take out his brother.

Susie: I can understand why they’re so angry. If I had a brother or sister who made me mad, I’m sure I would have buried them in silly putty years ago.

Mark: I was wondering about that stench coming from your dressing room.

Moore: Oh, THAT? Don’t worry, I just had some bad tacos.

Despite having his head driven into steel, Psycho is already getting up. He just wedges his feet beneath him before Creed comes flying through the ropes into a tope con-hilo. Creed ducks his head, slamming back first into Psycho’s chest then flipping over the barrier into the stands.

The roar from the crowd is that of borderline insanity as Nathan lands on his feet amongst them and steps forward, slapping his chest. The fire in his eyes and his tense flesh exudes the intensity flowing through his body. It drives him to turn back towards Psycho, who in a daze deliberately gets back to his feet.

The very moment that Psycho stands, prompts Creed to charge through the fans, jump to the top of the barricade and prepare for flight. His aerial display leads to a devastating landing as Psycho catches him by the inner thigh and the neck, then lobs him through the air, ultimately crashing face first into the steel steps.

Creed bounces off of the steel and staggers backwards into Psycho’s palm. It engulfs Nathan’s head then shoves him back into the ring, rolling in under the ropes. The crowd is appalled by this switch in momentum as Psycho deliberately steps onto the apron and then through the cables, taking his sweet time.

A battered Nathan begins to stand, trying his hardest to get up until he’s aided to his feet by his own brother. He is stood up just long enough to be nailed with a sickening headbunt.

Psycho’s extremely hard head is enough to send Nathan right back down to the ring.

Mark: Psycho now taking control after he sent Creed face first into those stairs. Who knows how much damage Creed has suffered internally.

Moore: A doctor?

Comeau: Um, yeah, it was suppose to be a rhetorical question.

The still stunned Creed rolls to his side trying to get up only to have Psycho scoop him into the air. He holds him across his sternum then drops to a knee, bouncing Nathan’s ribs off the other one. The rib breaker causes Creed’s face to cringe from the agony.

Psycho doesn’t stop, standing up and then dropping Creed down into his raised knee a second time. He stands to deliver a third rib breaker, or so one would think. Instead he swings Creed around into a fallaway rock bottom. Nathan is planted with enough velocity to possibly shatter his spine.

Psycho seems proud enough of the brutality Creed’s suffered to hook his leg for the pin.

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In the nick of time Creed gets his shoulder up, beating the referee’s three count. This only appeases Psycho, who gets to his feet dragging Nathan along with him. Both men are on their feet as Psycho hooks both of Creed’s arms and lifts him up into the air across his shoulder.

It appears that he’s going for the Colt 45 backbreaker, but to his disbelief Nathan twists his body, catches Psycho around the neck and pulls him down into a side headlock. Before he can counter, Nathan rushes forward and plants him face first into the ring with a bulldog.

Psycho bounces off of the canvas and finds himself sprawled across his back. Creed struggles to his feet cradling his ribcage before swiping his finger across his throat, calling for the diving headbunt, his ode to Benoit. The fans are swept up into the craziness as Creed slips through the ropes and to the apron.

His body is ravaged with pain yet he makes his way to the top rope, on the verge of taking flight. He’s stunned to learn that Psycho is back on his feet and again is taking him by the throat and the thigh. Psycho once again throws his rival from the turnbuckle, sending him flying across the ring.

This time Creed ducks his head and drops into a forward roll, ending up straight on his feet to resounding cheers from the crowd. Psycho comes barreling towards him in a rage only to have Nathan slip around behind him, taking his waist then trying to drop back into the German.

The corner of Psycho’s elbow catches Nathan right to the tear duct, causing him to break up his attempt at the German. This allows Psycho to spin around, facing his back and pulling Creed in reverse to his monstrous shoulders. The savage stands up, holding Creed across his shoulders in position for the torture rack.

He stretches Creed’s body viciously across his shoulders, almost cracking the ribs of his brother in this sickening torture rack. The crafty Creed twists his body out of this predicament though, catching Psycho around the neck and down into the bulldog position once again. He rushes forward to nail the face buster only to be shoved off by his younger sibling and sent into the cables.

Nathan bounces from the ropes and charges throat first into Psycho’s palm. He’s then hoisted into a thunderous, ring shaking chokeslam. That’s when Psycho falls over him, going for the victory.

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The third slap of the canvas is prevented by Creed’s kick out. His shoulder is up and Psycho is livid. He takes Creed’s hair, sits him on the ring and places him in a rear chin-lock. The neck of the Future is twisted and ripped by the large, tree trunk thick arms of the Sadistic One.

Mark: Rear chin-lock clamped on tighter than a snapping turtles mouth on a finger.

Susie: That happened to me when I was ten. See look, you can still see the little skeleton attached to my pinky.

Comeau: Just wow.

Sweat beads down Creed’s exhausted body as Psycho maliciously twists at his cranium. Nathan’s face turns every color of the rainbow as this submission is applied even tighter, Psycho truly vengeful for what Creed has put him through.

The official steps in checking on Creed’s condition, the number one contender fading quickly. It seems that the chokeslam, in combination with all the other moves he’s suffered, has left Nathan incapable of mounting any type of comeback.

His eyes slowly close as the official steps in grabbing him by the wrist and lifting it into the air. It falls to Creed’s side, his arm dangling there. The referee takes him by the wrist and lifts it aloft a second time. The arm tumbles to Creed’s side before its held up a third time.

The arm hovers above the canvas, Psycho demanding the referee drop it so that this match can reach its proper conclusion. The official takes a deep breath, releases the arm and steps back, ready to signal for the bell. Just before the arm can fall it launches back into the air, Nathan overcome with a sudden burst of energy.

A rousing response emits from the crowd as Creed’s whole body shakes with the passion deep inside.

Mark: Nathan isn’t done yet.

The Manhattan Center fans are rallied behind Creed as he triumphantly stats to stand, Psycho ripping and tearing at the neck. Even the malicious, pugnacious rear chin-lock is enough to keep Creed grounded. He plants his feet, standing fully upright when Psycho breaks the submission and delivers a vicious headbunt to the back of Creed’s head.

Nathan reaches for his noggin before being pushed forward into the ropes. He bounces off and staggers backwards into the waiting shoulders of his rival, who hoists him up into the back drop suplex.

It fails to connect before Creed transitions his body, turning so that his ribs are pressed to Psycho’s shoulder and his arm is wrapped around his neck. Nathan drops back down to his feet then snaps Psycho over into the vertical suplex. The Savage is driven spine first into the ring before Creed spins his hips, rolling to the side and dragging his brother along for the ride.

Both men stand just in time for Nathan to snap back into another vertical suplex. Yet again he rolls to his feet and drags Psycho to a standing base before him, going for the third and finishing snap suplex. His plans go awry when Psycho wedges his hands to Creed’s stomach and surprisingly shoves him off backwards into the cables.

Nathan bounces off and comes back in at Psycho who lobs a lariat directly at his throat. Before the bicep can connect Creed ducks the inbound arm, slips behind his sibling’s back, clamps his arms around his waist and drops back into a bridging German.

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Psycho kicks out to a mixed response from the crowd.

Mark: Somehow Nathan still had the strength to get Psycho over into the German but it wasn’t enough to complete this grueling battle.

Susie: Enough is never enough. Wasn’t that the title to a James Bond movie?

The excitement swells in the stands as Nathan exhaustedly reaches his feet and approaches the turnbuckle. He climbs up the corner with every ounce of remaining energy, reaching the very top rope. Psycho however, puts the kibosh on his dive yet again, rushing at the turnbuckle and stepping up it with surprising speed.

He reaches the second rope and engulfs Creed’s throat with both palms, setting up to deliver the overhead release choke bomb. Before he can hit the move Nathan slaps the hands away and delivers a headbunt square to Psycho’s forehead.

The impact knocks Psycho off of the corner and sends him tumbling to the ring. He is sprawled across his back as Nathan stands on the turnbuckle and then takes flight. He soars through the air before his head ultimately meets with Psycho’s sternum.

The diving headbunt results in a raucous response from the crowd, everyone realizing that victory is all but assured at this point. Nathan gets to his knees, crawls into the cover and hooks Psycho’s leg for the three.

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NO! Again Psycho powers his shoulder from the canvas, causing Creed to roll across the ring in a despondent state.

Mark: Another kick out from Psycho, this man is absolutely impervious to pain.

Moore: Like Steel, just without Shaq’s horrible acting?

Nathan grips at his head, suffering a migraine as he falls on the ropes for support, trying to figure out how he’s going to end this contest. Finally he pushes aside his pain and staggers towards the laid out Psycho, taking him by the hair and placing him in a dragon sleeper.

Psycho is dragged to his feet as Nathan sets for his variation of the Eye of the Hurricane. He swings his arm around to deliver the move only to have Psycho twist his body free from the predicament at the last second, turning so that he faces his rival’s back.

He takes Creed’s arm, wraps it around his neck and prepares to deliver the Psychotic Episode. The stunned Nathan is just about to deliver the move when Creed reaches back with his legs, hooking them around Psycho’s ankle and connecting with a surprising drop toe hold.

Psycho tumbles to the ring and Creed stands up behind him, taking his legs and trying to lock in the Against All Odds. Unfortunately for him, Psycho is putting up too much of a fight, turning to his back and dragging Creed down into a small package.

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Nathan kicks out, sitting up on the ring while Psycho gets behind him, wrapping his arms around his neck and dragging him to his feet.

He now hoists his brother into the air for the Psychotic Episode once more only to have Creed reach back with his legs, wrapping them around the Sadistic One’s waist. He drops forward, pulling Psycho down into a roll up to the screams of the crowd.

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Psycho powers his shoulder from the ring, sending Creed rolling backwards to his feet.

Mark: What action, what suspense.

Susie: What romance.

Comeau: No Susie, just no.

Moore: I tried at least, that deserves a cashew.

Psycho rises to his feet just as Nathan comes barreling towards him devastating big boot in mind. His quick brother ducks the inbound boot, gets behind Creed, wedges his hands to his spine and shoves him forward into the cables.

Nathan bounces off of the ropes and comes back in at Psycho, who bends forward and catches his inbound opponent against his shoulders. Psycho stands up holding Nathan in a fireman’s carry before rushing forward and going for the death valley driver.

Somehow Creed is able to flip forward out of the move, landing directly on his feet before Psycho comes charging up behind him going for the knock out lariat. Creed ducks his head forward, avoiding the inbound arm of his opponent then jumps into the air, dropkicking Psycho to the back. The force of the kick sends Psycho charging chest first into that same turnbuckle bolt Creed exposed earlier.

Psycho bounces off the bolt HARD, causing him to stagger back into the waiting arms of Creed who connects with his version of the Eye of the Hurricane. A rousing response emits from the crowd as a result of this move as Nathan now floats over into the cover.

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The arena explodes as Nathan has just picked up one of the hardest fought victories of his career.

Comeau: And Creed is VICTORIOUS! He’s beaten Psycho in an absolutely GRUELING bout thanks to that exposed turnbuckle bolt.

Susie: Maybe he’ll take it out on a date now. Krissie probably likes three ways.

A TRAITORS SACRIFICE

An exhausted Creed rests on his knees, bathing in his own sweat after an exhilarating yet brutal clash with his brother. Every muscle in his body aches thanks to what Psycho put him through, yet he is still able to stand on his own accord. Somehow his exhausted legs hold him erect just long enough to motion for a microphone. One is bestowed onto him by the ring announcer, Kailey jumping to the apron and tossing it to Creed’s palm.

Mark: After an emotional, grueling bout, Number One Contender, Nathan Creed, is about to make a statement.

Moore: Free animal balloons for everyone?

Comeau: If only we’d be that lucky.

A trembling Nathan turns towards Psycho, who somehow is pulling himself to his feet with the aid of the cables. He is still doubled over, suffering from the trauma inflicted upon him.

Nathan: Psycho…..Psycho…brother.

Creed can barely catch his breath.

Creed: I hope you were serious about putting this all behind us tonight, about our match settling all this bullshit that has happened between us over the past few months. We might not like each other, no, no, we’ve always despised one another deep down, but if there’s one thing we can agree on, our efforts are better spent brutalizing the Conspiracy instead of each other.

The majority of those in attendance cheer at this prospect, despite their joy for this encounter and their hope that another clash between siblings may go down in the future.

Nathan: We might be taking different paths to solving the Conspiracy plague, but there’s more than enough of those sons of bitches to go around. So I’m telling you now Psycho, that after I win that World Championship and take the Conspiracy down a peg, maybe the two of us can finally work together to finish off what’s left of them.

To Psycho’s disbelief Creed’s hand is extended towards him. The Sadistic One delays his reply, contemplating rather it’s really worth keeping this issue going instead of focusing entirely on the Conspiracy dilemma. Finally he raises his twitching fingers, perhaps looking for a handshake to properly bury this long standing rivalry and combine their forces.

Savior: ENOUGH, enough already.

The entire arena is unanimous in their rage as Christian Savior strolls to the stage, sans his World title belt. He looks positively disgusted by the image in the ring, his lips quivering on the verge of upchucking all over the stage.

Christian: I’m SO sick of hearing you two girl-scouts out here PMsing one moment then forcing us to endure some sappy Facts of Life style reunion the next. It’s APPALLING! It’s INSUFFERABLE!

Mark: I’m sure Savior’s heard that word a lot.

Susie: Almost as much as I’ve heard the words “morning after pill.”

Nathan shakes his head at Savior’s audacity.

Savior: But you two DO deserve each other. I mean, one’s a hideous deviant, and the other’s a toothless traitor, you’re a match made in heaven. Unfortunately, the only place you’re destined for Creed is a straight trip to hell. That’s where traitors end up you know, in the fiery pits of the underworld itself.

Surprisingly Creed and Psycho are unified in their chuckles.

Christian: That’s why you were named number one contender in the first place you dentally challenged nincompoop, so that you can suffer a traitor’s fate. That’s right, you heard me BOY, it’s about time you started paying for your betrayal. A lesson needs to be sent to all these children watching me around the world, that back stabbers never prosper.

Suddenly a disturbed grin settles on Savior’s face, one chilling enough to freeze over an ocean.

Savior: You know what, why wait till Destiny to teach this very valuable less. Maybe tonight would be an opportune time and place to begin suffering for your traitorous ways.

Creed doesn’t even bother to respond, he drops the mic and motions for Savior to bring it, anxious for a battle. Obviously Christian isn’t stupid enough to enter the ring with both Psycho and Creed.

Savior: No, no, you’ll get yours at Destiny, Creed; I’m talking about punishing another traitor this evening. Which reminds me, where’s my old friend Krissie McMorris? You know, the one who gave me a low blow a few weeks ago? Did you lose track of her?

The expression on the Number One Contender’s face turns a dark shade of red.

Christian: Well your one lucky son of a gun, because it just so happens that the Conspiracy caught up with little ol’ Benedict Arnold, sans testicles. And here’s the kicker, she’s standing right behind me.

Just as Savior breaks down into laughter, a struggling McMorris is dragged to the stage by both the NHB/Neverland Champion Wheeler, and the technical tyrant Pat Evans. They force her to her knees, Evans using one arm to do so seeing as the other is clutching a matching set of black folding chairs.

Mark: Now things have just taken a spiral towards the worse.

The grin on Christian’s face transforms almost immediately into a harsh gaze as he takes a chair away from his cohort. Jason and Pat maliciously force McMorris to her stomach, pinning her against steel. Nathan realizes what’s happening as her arm is dragged out over the stage and a chair is being wrapped around it.

He goes for the ropes, dashing to his lover’s aid only to have Savior step to her side, lifting both the chair and the microphone.

Savior: This is only half of what I’m going to do to you at Destiny, it’s time to pay a traitor’s price.

Without no more delay Christian drops the mic, takes hold of the chair with both hands, then swings it down right into the steel wrapped around Krissie’s bicep. She cuts lose with a shrill scream, her cries of agony truly heart wrenching.

Comeau: OHHH! MY GOD!

The cackling Evans is the first to flee to the back, with Savior and Wheeler hot on his heels. They pass through the curtains right in time to avoid Nathan, who has no alternative but to stop at Krissie’s side, coming to her aid. She continues to scream and grip her mangled arm as Nathan takes her by the head, cradling her in his own arms. His face is overwhelmed with emotions ranging from rage to remorse.

Mark: I’m speechless ladies and gentlemen, I do not believe the barbaric display we just saw. Christian Savior assaulting Krissie McMorris with a con-chair-to to her arm. Who knows the extent of this injury. This is just horrible.

Susie: It’s like eating a hundred slices of week old cheese.

Creed continues to hold his screaming lover, his entire body overwhelmed by what he was forced to see. Her every whimper, her every cry is blazed into Nathan’s memory, giving him something to remember when he collides with Christian at Destiny. Psycho hovers over his brother, having also rushed to Krissie’s aid, his own mind perplexed over how to handle this DEPRAVED act.

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