OPENING VIDEO

A gong chimes in the background before flowing into the sounds of flutes producing a rather harmonic tune. All the while, throughout this random instrumental, an incredibly red sun can be seen rising from the horizon, peeking out at first but quickly moving towards it’s usual position in the sky. The rays of luminosity shine over the peaks and onto the faces of individuals adorned in yellow and red robes, their faces painted a bright ivory hue. They appear like living dolls being enveloped in the blinding light of the rising sun.

How does one redeem himself?

The jarring sound of numerous flutes all playing at once but creating different spine tingling tunes is suddenly heard while a stone dragon’s snarled teeth are zoomed in on. The sunlight twinkles off of it’s emerald shaded eyes. A grainy red tint exists over the scene as Desolation and Hurse are shown standing side by side in the ring with the World Tag Team Titles raised above their smug features.

Does one seek redemption through gratification?

The camera zooms past the waves of the ocean slamming against the beach side cliffs of Japan, before finally coming to a monastery like location. There the previously mentioned robe clad individuals remain, kneeling and basking in the bright luminous rays of the sunlight as it shines down upon them. As they all bow simultaneously the scene switches to Riggs seated in a corner, his spine pressed to it and a truly menacing expression residing on his ghostly features. It just as quickly switches to a smiling Savior being slapped in the face by a vengeful Faust. The camera zooms in on Savior’s large, piercing, and somewhat disturbing eyes.

Does one seek redemption through fulfillment?

Swords clash together, being handled by two individuals decked out in your classic, almost stereotypical Samurai style suits. Their swords collide and create a clashing sound that echoes through the sea side cliffs and the large open walls of the monastery. Suddenly Orlando Cruze is shown holding the World Heavyweight Championship before he’s forced ever so dramatically to drop the belt on top of the almost lifeless body of Hurse.

Is redemption received via one’s honor?

Jon Rich and Robin Brooks come into view standing in the backstage area as the No Holds Barred Champion extends his open palm out towards the Black Widow, who receives it with a respectful shake. The figures clutching the swords spin and slam their long, silver blades against each other yet again, but it’s obvious this is more of a traditional display than an actual confrontation, unlike the matches yet to take place this evening.

Or is redemption gained by avoiding fate and embracing chance?

A parchment can be seen unrolled before a kneeling gentleman of elderly Japanese decent, reading over the sacred tales of past heroics. It quickly cuts to Silencer at first seated at ringside with his arms crossed over his sternum before cutting to him in the ring with a microphone gripped tightly in the palm of his hand and a truly disturbed expression residing on his face.

Silencer: JOHNNY KINGDOM!!..... You’ll have no other alternative but to come looking for me, and for once I won’t be a hard man to find. I’ll be in the ring at Redemption ROE!

His last words are synthesized and computerized to sound deeper and far more dramatic as the same kneeling individuals in robes raise their heads to observe the rising, blazing sun.

Is redemption about risking all?

Robin Brooks is featured flying over the ropes and crashing down on top of an assortment of talent collected at ringside, in the middle of brawling it out before they’re ever so rudely interrupted. Scott Gray-Harris is now shown being almost ripped in half by a violent, vicious spear from Christian Savior. A long line of Japanese robe clad individuals walking single file up a mountainous range to a private, sacred destination, their heads lowered and their hands clasped together in prayer throughout the process. Nathan Creed’s dire expression comes into frame as he is being choked violently at the hands of Pat Evans, utilizing a chain throughout the process. Max Craven is featured throwing Aurora Rose over the cables, sending her crashing on top of the Alpha Generation at ringside. We now see him celebrating alongside Axl Evermore as Fully Loaded reunites.

Is redemption derived from preserving everything?

The World Tag Team title belt is shown glistening as it tumbles away from the camera to the ground below before transitioning into a shot of Hurse holding the World Championship in his grasp, mouthing some vile remarks in direction of the fans. Psycho is now shown raising the Cartel title into the air while sweat pours down his battered, exhausted frame, almost keeling over in the process of his celebration. The sun again transfixes itself onto the camera, seemingly positioned between two opposing, snarling dragon statues located on opposite sides of the rising orb.

Or does redemption come from retribution?

Two figures fighting it out in a dojo, yes, every stereotype has been forced into this video package, take up the screen, using their karate style moves to subdue the other. They move in slow motion to enhance the effect. Desolation mangling Silencer is shown as he gives him the Brand X on top of the solid steel steps, before the video cuts into a shot of Aurora Rose throwing herself over the cables with Sasuke Special. She crashes on top of a huge gathering of brawling individuals. The video quickly switches to Pat Evans being superkicked by Axl Evermore, then transitions into Jon Rich clubbing Killjoy accidentally over the upper back. Psycho once again is superimposed over the previous images as he throws Evermore over the barricade with a crucifix powerbomb. A gong is heard sounding in the background yet again and this time is seen on the screen, as a wiry individual slams a large hammer into the huge circular mass.

How does one achieve, redemption?

The sun lowers over the shoulders over those who remain bowing, unmoving on the concrete, as frozen as the dragon statues off in the distance.

IWC PRESENTS:

Fireworks erupt as soon as the show cuts live to the inside of the Kyocera Dome, where many of the Japanese fans are cheering, while the vast majority give a respectful applause for the start of this big IWC event. The pyrotechnics erupt around the lavishly designed stage, the entry way made to look like an open dragon’s mouth, with the dagger like teeth hanging down over the heads of those who will enter the ring this evening. Pyrotechnics also shoot from the turnbuckles and the rafters above the ring, the crowd somewhat dazzled by this display but more so anxious to see the action unfold inside of the ring tonight.

Dan Douglas: Welcome to the KYOCERA DOME, welcome to OSAKA JAPAN, and welcome to REDEMPTION ROE!

The camera cuts all throughout the packed arena were a plethora of individuals are present for this extravaganza, eager to watch the IWC competitors compete.

Billy Mayne: I haven’t seen this many Japanese people since that screening of Joy Luck Club, to tell you the truth I’m kind of frightened.

Dan: And as you can see I’m joined again by the ever so ethnocentric Billy Mayne for tonight’s huge event.

Mayne: Damn straight, wait, is ethnocentric a compliment? Oh well, I’ll just pretend it is.

Douglas: Good cause I wasn’t going to take the time to explain it to you. Tonight fans, we’re going to see 6 stellar matches, including Christian Savior defending the X-Class title against Scott Gray-Harris, Silencer versus Faust in an Ultimate Incentive bout, and the evening will be topped off with a gauntlet bout for the Tag Team Titles.

Billy: Enough of your generic hype, I desperately need to take a bathroom break so let the matches begin!

SILENCER VS. FAUST
ULTIMATE INCENTIVE

"Go Ahead... Silence Me..."

The words echo throughout the arena, as the lights slowly fade out, replaced by a dull red. The fans grow restless, as the video screen flickers to life. The video screen shows Orlando Cruze against Silencer for the world championship, when all of a sudden, Silencer hits 'Break the Silence' on Orlando, and the words "SILENCED" appear across the video screen. Several others follow, such as Nathan Creed, Desolation, and Killjoy.

Finally, music starts to play, as the lights start to flicker. A single flame lights up on the ramp. It starts to pulse along with the beat of the music, until the music picks up, and then the flame explodes, quickly dying down, and leaving Silencer standing alone on the stage, covered in black and white tights, along with facepaint. He looks around at the crowd, with a half smile on his face, before bowing his head, and slowly walking toward the ring. He stops every so often to look in repulsion upon the booing fans, and smiles at the people shouting abuse in his direction.

He reaches the ring, and closes his eyes, before breathing deeply... He sways his head back and fourth a little, getting himself psyched up a little in his mind, and then climbs into the ring. When in the ring, he spins in a circle, looking at the fans around him before shaking his head. He stops dead in his tracks, and lowers himself to his knees in the middle of the ring, before crossing his arms over his chest, and emitting a scream from his painted lips... He falls forward, as the lights turn back to normal, however, this is short lived, as a loud explosion emits from the rafters, followed by a deep-red pyro showering down upon the ring, bathing Silencer, and the ring in a blood-red glow. Silencer stands, and walks to his corner, looking at the fans, uninterested by the rest going on around him.

Douglas: I can’t believe the message this match is sending to the roster and people watching at home. All Silencer has done over the past few weeks is bitch and complain, and how do we react, by rewarding him!?!

Mayne: Well we very well can’t have him on strike now can we? This match is the only way we could be assured that he compete here tonight. Granted we already know who he’ll challenge should he emerge victorious from this contest.

Dan: That’s right ladies and gentlemen, in order to placate Silencer and actually be assured that he’ll compete, the IWC has offered him the Ultimate Incentive, meaning that if he wins tonight he’ll get he honor of challenging whomever he wants on the next Riot! Since his problems with the IWC stem from the fact that he has been denied a one on one match against Desolation, who injured him a few months ago, one would naturally assume that will be the person he challenges on the next Riot!

Billy: I pretty much condensed everything it took you twenty minutes to say into one sentence.

Silencer looks around disgruntled but relatively pleased by the notion of facing whomever he wishes on the next Riot! should he emerge victorious from this bout. He now crouches in the corner and glares up the ramp when the opening notes of 'Bloody Tears' rips through the audience sending shivers down their spines as Electric guitar rock mixes with organ. As the notes blast, a coffin is raised from the middle of the ramp which also spills red mist all over the ramp and around the ring. The crowds cries grow even louder as the coffin opens to reveal the Heir of the pure 'Vampire Bloodline'... The Vampire Lord... Faust.

Douglas: And here’s another individual with a shady history being granted a huge opportunity here tonight at Redemption Ro….wait a minute!

The crowd screams as Silencer rushes up the ramp having retrieved a steel chair out from under the ring. He swings it right at Faust’s head who ducks the shot in the nick of time. Silencer spins around and turns right into a closed fist from Faust, followed by another one that has the crowd screaming passionately.

Mayne: Ah, that didn’t pan out right.

Douglas: Silencer trying to get the unsavory drop on Faust with a steel chair!

Billy: Well, Silencer may be competing in this match, but he’s not going to play by anyone’s rules.

Faust now takes Silencer by the back of the head and rushes him at the coffin, throwing him face first into the hard wooden side. He bounces off of it with the chair still dangling from his gasp while Faust decks him to the face over and over again, battling him towards the ring. Silencer almost looses his footing with each blow as they finally reach the mats, the chair slipping out of his hands and falling beneath his feet. Faust steps in with another attempted blow, his face lit up with anger only to receive a hard kick right to the sternum. The shot causes him to double over forward wincing in pain ad backing towards the barricade. A vengeful Silencer now charges forward only to be caught against the chest and stomach, heaved into the air then dropped sternum first right on top of the barricade. Silencer bounces off of the steel and staggers away from Faust who jumps into the air, dropkicking him to the upper back. The blow sends him staggering forward and colliding knees first with the stairs. He falls over them for support, his body draped over the stairs and Faust balancing himself behind him, waiting patiently for something perhaps. Silencer begins to stand up with his palms pressed to the top of the steps when Faust rushes up behind him, jumping into the air and catching hold of the back of his head. As a result Silencer is pulled own with a face buster right into the top of the stairs, sending the crowd into a roar of approval.

Douglas: Faust making Silencer suffer for attempting to start this match with a diabolical attack.

Mayne: This type of assault is completely uncalled for. What if Silencer was just trying to bring that chair up there in order to provide Faust with a seat.

Dan: I think that may be the single biggest line of….

Billy: Shhhh, weirdos wrestling Dan.

Silencer tumbles onto his back, rolling across the mats and finding himself lying on top of the steel chair. Faust moves up the stairs, buying his time as he climbs onto the apron, the official demanding they get in the ring in order for this match to properly be started. Faust doesn’t listen as he now rushes across the apron and dives off straight at Silencer who turns in the nick of time, driving the top edge of the steel chair right into his opponent’s ribs. The fans react with disgust as Faust lands on his feet yet is doubled over due to the steel chair shot to his mid-section, the official unable to do anything about what he’s seeing as the contest has still yet to technically get underway. Therefore Silencer stands up, placing the chair long ways under the throat of Faust then taking him by the back of the head. He pulls in reverse on it and then pushes it downward, the chair being driven into the mat and the other end violently colliding with Faust’s throat as a result. The fans respond with outrage as Faust stands up, gagging for air only to have Silencer take him by the back of the head, rushing him at the ring. Faust is rolled under the ropes into the squared circle while Silencer slips in himself. The official calls for the bell to start this bout while Silencer crawls into the cover on Faust, hooking both of his legs to the despair of the crowd.

Mayne: This may be the shortest match in IWC history, ironically featuring the two shortest individuals, hahahaha.

Dan: No more lame midget jokes Billy! This would be an outrage for this match to end so quickly.

The referee’s hand slaps the canvas with the fans still expressing their outrage.

No! The reaction from the crowd is drastically altered as Faust has kicked out, somehow getting his shoulder off of the canvas even after that assault from the steel chair. His menacing glare is aimed towards the referee before he rises to his feet, approaching the down Faust and then burying his foot directly into his throat. He pushes down on his knee, choking the 6 time SCW World Champion out with all this pressure to the throat. Silencer takes particular joy in inflicting this type of anguish on his opponent, coming ever so closer to the match he desires most. Despite his enjoyment Faust is working his way out from under his throat and the referee is going through his obligatory five count. Finally he removes his boot from Faust’s throat and then drops down knee first right into the Vampire’s neck. He holds it there, leaning into Faust’s throat, inflicting even more damage than before. This inspires the official to start another five count, on the verge of outright disqualifying the former ULW World Champion especially after the way he got this bout started. Upon reaching the count of four, Silencer breaks the illegal choke and rises to his feet only briefly. He quickly extends his leg, dropping it with force across the throat of his opposition.

Billy: Silencer doing the brilliant thing here by staying on Faust’s throat. Maybe he’ll have to use one of those electronic voice box thingies, the ones that give you the hilarious voices.

Douglas: And here I thought you couldn’t possibly be anymore offensive.

Mayne: I’m glad I continue to raise the bar.

The action inside of the ring continues to get more depraved as Silencer has quickly sat Faust up on the canvas, locking him in the sleeper hold almost immediately. He is really squeezing, twisting, and ripping at Faust’s throat, mangling it with malice delight. Faust’s face is transforming to a shade of blue as a great deal of trauma has been inflicted on his throat, and rather quickly in this contest, turning it into an uphill battle for himself. He swings his arms and tries to force himself upwards, pushing himself up onto his knees, fighting despite the damage done. After a long, bitter campaign to reach his feet Silencer breaks the sleeper, stepping around in front of Faust hen utilizing all of his upper body strength to hoist him into the air. He steps sideways in the direction of the ropes, dropping Faust almost from a scoop slam position throat first right into the top rope. The cable snaps violently against his neck as Faust doubles over, reaching for his neck and grinding his teeth in pain. Silencer quickly steps around in front of the doubled over Faust and takes him around the back of the head, dropping down to his knees and pulling his opponent’s throat and jaw into the top of his cranium. The jawbreaker causes the Vampire Lord to crash onto his back while Silencer steps towards him, grabbing his legs then flipping forward into a jackknife cover.

Faust is able to get his shoulder off of the canvas, narrowly avoiding defeat against his ever aggressive adversary here tonight. He rises to his feet, taking hold of Faust’s hair and pulling him to his knees before locking in yet another sleeper hold.

Mayne: This is such a joy to watch.

Dan: I get no amusement out of what I am seeing here tonight.

Billy: Then you are truly dead inside.

The fans are on their feet, screaming and chanting for Faust to get up, which is exactly what he is now trying to do. He remains in a kneeling position, his features changing colors yet again, transforming to a dark shade of red. Silencer squeezes with even more force, more determination, and more aggression. Despite being in a great deal of pain throughout the throat he starts to force himself upwards, trying his best to get to his feet before his head is drained of air. He gets upright then twists, lobbing an elbow into Silencer’s ribs, then doing so again, trying his best to fight out of this predicament, but having a great deal of trouble in accomplishing this task. The former World Champion is doubled over forward at Faust’s side, desperately trying to hold onto the submission but losing his grasp once another chop is launched into his sternum. Silencer staggers backwards, a red streak left on his sternum as Faust turns, driving his forearm into the side of his skull with tremendous force. The strike disorientates Silencer yet he remains upright, Faust rushing forward to take him off of his feet however. As soon as he steps forward, Silencer delivers a quick finger thrust into his throat, causing Faust to turn away while gagging for air.

The quick Silencer turns in the direction of his pain ridden opponent and charges forward. At the last second Faust turns to spot him rushing forward, twisting and taking hold of his light frame, then pulling him around into a spinning powerslam. Silencer’s back is driven with force against the canvas while Faust rolls away from him, still gripping at his throat all the while.

Douglas: Faust getting in some offense after taking the shots to his throat.

Mayne: Vampires can’t be choked thankfully, as they don’t need air to breathe right?

As pain continues to course through his throat and his collar bone Faust forces himself to his feet, turning in the direction of Silencer who is trying his best to get up as well. His hand is pressed to his spine as he stands up in a doubled forward position, Faust stepping towards him and delivering a swift upward kick to his chest. Silencer stands up straight, flailing his arms to keep himself upright when Faust twists into a hard spinning heel kick right to his opponent’s face. The fans cheer loudly at the sight of Faust getting on the advantage. He rises to his feet and steps towards the man who tried to take him out with a quick attack on the throat. Faust delivers a hard elbow to the top of his head then steps to his opposite side, rushing forward with a quick knee strike right to his adversary’s features. Silencer tumbles onto his back, swiping his hands across his face while the fanged apparition tries to remain in charge. He grabs hold of Silencer’s ankle, lifting up on it and sending him rolling over backwards onto his feet, staggering around all the while. He can barely keep himself upright yet Faust is able to rush forward, jumping into the air and taking hold of the back of Silencer’s head before he can tumble. The sadistic former Champion is brought down to the canvas right across the back of his cranium. He bounces off of the ring and leans forward, gripping at his damaged cranium while Faust gets up before him and rushes forward. He jumps over his head, taking hold of the back of Silencer’s neck then falling to the canvas in front of him, snapping his cranium forward. The whiplash effect sends Silencer tumbling back to the ring, laid out across it now as his opponent crawls into the cover, still favoring his throat.

Silencer shoots his shoulder from the canvas, maintaining his desire to have that one last match against Desolation. Although quick himself, he finds it next to near impossible to keep up with Faust who has risen to his feet and is grabbing hold of his hair. He pulls him up to his feet and takes hold of his wrist, whipping him towards the ropes. He goes charging into the cables and ricocheting off of them back towards Faust who catches him under his arm, hoisting his frame into the air then bringing him down spine first right across his knee. The back breaker sends shockwaves of anguish coursing all throughout Silencer’s body before he tumbles to the ring and tries his best to force himself up to his feet. He shockingly is already getting to his elbows and knees when Faust rushes forward and jumps into the air. He extends his back and brings it down right on top of the kidneys of his opposition.

Dan: Faust is answering back and making Silencer suffer for the onslaught he’s had inflicted on him throughout the opening of this match.

Billy: This isn’t entertaining, this isn’t fun, where’s the illegal chokes, where’s the continued targeting of the throat, where’s the risk for serious, career shortening injuries?

Both of their backs ache while Faust rises to his feet and steps towards the struggling Silencer. He gets to his knees yet again while reaching for his kidneys when Faust places him in a front chancery, dragging him up to his feet then dropping in reverse. Silencer is snapped over backwards into a vicious vertical suplex that sends the crowd into an uproar of approval. The fanged force gets to a standing base then takes Silencer around the neck, rolling him over onto his knees and placing him in a quick neck cravat. He squeezes at his opposition’s cranium while twisting his head in the process. All the while his features are filled with conviction, blocking the pain resonating from his throat. Silencer’s head is now being targeted bys his opponent who slowly, methodically works over the neck. He briefly pulls down on Silencer’s head and launches a knee straight upward into his face which was aimed towards the ring. Faust knee strikes him again, trying to do considerable damage yet Silencer is still working his way. He stands up when Faust snapmares him over onto the canvas, keeping him from countering then rushing forward at his seated opponent’s spine. The crowd cheers as Faust jumps into a hesitation dropkick right to the back of Silencer’s neck. He grabs at his head and then rolls across the ring in the direction of the cables. He ends up rolling under them onto his spine across the apron, feebly attempting to regain his composure. Faust quickly moves in for the kill, reaching over the ropes for a seated Silencer. He pulls him up to his feet and begins to place him in a front chancery only for Silencer to counter by dragging him down throat first into the top rope. He jumps off the apron in order to do so, Faust grabbing at his throat and gagging as he turns back towards the ring, exposing his spine to his opponent. Silencer jumps onto the apron then springs to the top rope, taking flight with a brutal flying forearm right to the back of Faust’s cranium. The strike sends him rushing forward and spilling through the cables to the outside of the ring.

Douglas: Faust crashing to the mats right out here in front of us!

Mayne: Now we’re back to the entertaining section of this match. The part that maintains my interest for more than five seconds.

Faust lies spread across the mats, trying to recover after that hard blow to the skull. He turns over onto his side and then begins to forcing his battered frame upwards reaching for his throat all the while. Finally upon standing he turns towards the ring where Silencer jumps to the top rope twisting his body and coming down across the back of his legs on the top rope. He is sent over into an Arabian Press and crashes down on top of Faust’s shoulder, both men tumbling to the mats amongst a roar from the crowd.

Mayne: Hahahaha, that was a thing of beauty, possible even more beautiful than Angelina Jolie’s chubby lips.

Douglas: Silencer putting his body at risk to take out Faust. He really wants to get the match of his choice on the next Riot!, just like the fanged force.

Silencer rolls across the mats, gripping at his spine then moving towards his battered prey. Faust has risen to his knees and rubs at his neck when Silencer gets within arms length, allowing him to reach out and take hold of his encroaching opponent. He hoists him into the air then drops him down face and sternum first right into the announce table. The crowd cringes as Silencer collides with the table, standing up with his arms pressed to his chest in anguish. He winces in pain while doubling over in front of the still dazed Faust who takes him by the back of the head, rushing him right at the barricade. Silencer is thrown into them, twisting and crashing spine first into the steel plate, creating a large dent in the protective surface. The crowd moves out of the way, cringing in shock over the sheer impact of his body against the steel, which he leans backwards again, writhing in agony. After checking his throat one last time, Faust stomps his foot and rushes across the mats, looking to deliver some type of devastating move. However, Silencer reaches out with his legs, catching Faust’s ankle then drop toe holding him down throat first right into the top edge of the barricade.

Dan: OHHHH GOD!

Billy: Another brilliantly timed counter from Silencer! Faust is going to need some type of reconstructive surgery on his throat, and at the same time he should have those misshapen teeth repaired.

Douglas: Those are fangs Billy.

Mayne: Quit making excuses for his creepy backwoods breeding.

Silencer and Faust are spread across the mats trying to recover from the physical onslaughts waged against their bodies. A little trickle of crimson can be seen forming on the edge of Faust’s neck, grabbing hold of the barricade which he uses to pull himself upwards. Silencer stands up in front of them, doubled over in pain but grabbing hold of Faust’s head, pulling it away from the barricade then launching it against he steel once again. The thud echoes throughout the arena while Silencer drags his larger opponent up to his feet, Faust barely able to stand at this point considering all the damage done to his throat. He now exert all of his upper body strength, although it puts a great deal of pressure on his spine and hoists Faust up into the air slightly only to drop him down throat first on top of the barricade once again. Faust turns away from it, gabbing at grabbing his collar bone as Silencer takes hold of his hair, leading him in the direction of the ring then rolling his frame under the ropes to the inside of the squared circle. He ends up spread across his back, still huffing and wheezing, trying feebly to get some air into his lungs while more crimson trickles from the sides of his mouth.

Dan: Faust may have some serious throat injuries thanks to Silencer in this contest.

Mayne: Impossible, unless Silencer made him eat some that was extra garlicy.

Douglas: Enough vampire related jokes.

Faust remains on his hands and knees while Silencer takes his dear old time in climbing onto the apron. His eyes cut back and forth to the fans with a smirk settled upon his features, almost rubbing it in at this point but taking his eye off of the ball for too long. Faust has risen to his feet and now rushes forward, trying to drive his shoulder through the ropes right into Silencer’s ribs. The painted enigma side steps him though, causing his opponent’s head to be stuck through the ropes, leaving it entirely exposed for him. Silencer jumps into the air and lands leg first right across the back of Faust’s neck, as a result causing his throat to again collide violently with the ropes. He stands up albeit bent forward and again gasping terribly. Silencer stands up on the apron, pulling himself over the top rope and catching Faust around the waist, pulling him down into a sunset flip.

Faust kicks out, rolling over backwards onto his knees and shockingly getting to his feet with great speed. As soon as he stands up though, Silencer is right there in front of him, jumping into the air and taking him around the back of the head. Silencer drops onto his spine and puts his knee up into the air, pulling Faust down throat first right into his shin. The crowd reacts with shock as Faust flies backwards, crashing into the canvas and now lying there motionless as Silencer comes scrambling into the cover.

Faust launches his shoulder from the ring with just a few sparse seconds remaining, enraging Silencer enough to stand and move threateningly in the direction of the official.

Mayne: Someone give Silencer a sharpened plank of wood please, that’s obviously the only way he can win this match.

Douglas: I hate to say this, but if he wants to emerge victorious from this contest he’s got to do exactly what he’s been doing by staying on the neck, by continuing to focus his assault on it.

Billy: Wow, how positively evil of you Dan.

Dan: It makes me sick what I had to say, just like pictures of your mother.

Faust continues to spit up a red substance as Silencer moves towards him and takes hold of his hair, sitting the former 6 time World Champion up and clamping on a sleeper hold. He squeezes at the neck with primal aggression, truly wearing down his opposition with this textbook, but at this time very effective move. Silencer looks to become overwhelmed with malice the longer this submission is established, draining the energy and the determination out of Faust’s body. His hand is shaking as it raises towards the arm crossed in front of his throat, almost breaking his collar bone in the process. The referee hovers over both men, checking to make sure that this is not an illegal choke. Silencer grits his teeth, flashing them in the direction of the official which causes him to step away. Faust is trying with everything he has in his body to escape this sleeper, but is having a very difficult, trying time at doing so. The fans, his loyal supporters have risen behind the barricades, slapping the steel with their palms and imploring him to get up. They stomp their feet and call out as loud as possible for Faust to rise, which begins to energize him.

Billy: Well after all that damage inflicted to the throat, I dare say this bout is as good as over. If you’ll excuse me, I missed my morning constitutional, so it’s time to catch up.

Douglas: Sit down Mayne, this match isn’t over yet.

Silencer squeezes even more viciously at Faust’s throat as more blood trickles from the corners of his mouth, his body starting to fade quicker and quicker to the point where there may be nothing left. Suddenly he begins to force himself upwards though, getting to a single knee with his fists clinched and shaking, trying to motivate himself to stand while the crowd is screaming, getting behind him more and more. He finally rises to an upright base with Silencer rolling his eyes in frustration yet trying to keep hold of the throat with all of his available will and power. Faust suddenly bends forward though, burying his shoulder right into Silencer’s spine then hoisting him into the air for a big back drop suplex. However, Silencer has the gumption to float over, landing gracefully on his feet hen charging forward at Faust who turns in time to catch him with a brutal sky high press slam, hitting the Claim to Fame. However, he is too winded to make a cover, dropping onto his back instead and lying there taking deep, exasperated breathes while sweat streams down his frame.

Douglas: The Claim to Fame by Faust, he might be getting himself back into this back and forth, seesaw battle.

Mayne: I hate seesaws, especially when fat kids like you Dan, would sit on the other end and leave me suspended in the air for hours.

Faust is regaining his senses, slowly turning away from Silencer who is also forcing himself upwards with pain coursing throughout his spine. Both men get up slowly when Faust rushes into the ropes spine first, bouncing off of them then roaring forward into a big lariat right the rising Silencer’s throat. He crashes into the canvas, rolls across it then rises to his feet, turning in time to walk into a thrust kick directly under the jaw. The shot merely glazed his face but is still enough to knock him down to the canvas while Faust rushes into the cables at his side with great haste. He bounces off the ropes and comes charging back in before springing into the air for a big splash, coming down right on top of Silencer’s raised knees. The crowd cringes and Faust unleashes a groan of anguish as he rolls off of the knees in the direction of the ropes, falling against them side first. He reaches for his mid-section while rising to his feet, Silencer standing up slowly in a dazed state but then bolting at his dazed opposition. That’s when Faust bends forward and catches him against his shoulders, back dropping Silencer high over the ropes and sending him tumbling to the outside mats amongst screams from the fans. He crashes from a great height right into the thin protective matting, shouting out in anguish as a result of the landing.

He rolls across the mats in horrific pain, reaching for his spine all the while when Faust jumps over the top rope, landing feet first on the outside of the middle cable then springing off. He twists in mid-air then comes down with a crossbody right on top of Silencer’s sternum, sending both men crashing into the mats with the crowd again expressing it’s utter delight.

Dan: Faust flying through the air with all the grace of a bat.

Mayne: Are you insinuating that Faust is a flying rodent?

Douglas: Why must you make something out of nothing?

Billy: I wouldn’t be paid as much as I do if I didn’t.

Faust rolls across the mats reaching for his throat while Silencer desperately tries to recover after those blows he’s sustained thus far. He gets to his knees when Faust steps in, clipping him to the face with a grazing shot then pulling him to a standing base and rushing him spine first into the apron. Silencer bounces against it and groans as a result, Faust taking him by the back of the head and rolling him in under the cables. He rolls all the way to the center of the ring with his hand still pressed against his spine while Faust enters himself, moving straight towards his recuperating opposition. He takes him under the jaw and leads him to his feet before grabbing hold of his arms, beginning to set him up for the Skeleton Key (Vertibreaker). He turns around and lifts Silencer up into the air so that he is hanging upside down from his spine, prepared to finally finish him off in this contest. However, Silencer squirms free, flipping over backwards and landing on his feet right behind a stunned Faust who turns in time to spot his opponent launching a superkick directly at his head. Faust ducks it however and turns, Silencer doing the same before rushing forward. Faust catches him and shoves him up into the air for the Claim to Fame yet again only for Silencer to reach out with his legs, wrapping them around his opponent’s neck then dropping back into a hurricarana counter. The crowd screams as Faust is pulled over into a frontward flip, landing on the back of his shoulders with Silencer seated on his sternum, going for the pin. As soon as the official drops though, Faust sits up, pushing Silencer over onto the back of his shoulders instead with the crowd absolutely going nuts.

Again Silencer is able to launch his shoulder from the ring, somehow keeping his hopes alive in this match. A somewhat shocked Faust drops onto his back, breathing heavily with more blood seeping from between his lips and down his face.

Douglas: Faust again almost scoring the victory in what has been a sensational one on one bout between these two.

Mayne: Every match in the IWC is sensational anymore, it’s lost all meaning.

A “Faust” chant has commenced from the crowd, further fueling his need to win as he slowly rises upward, overcoming the pain that courses through his neck. He stands at the same time Silencer does, the former World Champion leaning against the cables for support at this point in time. Faust comes charging in when Silencer gets his foot up, going for a superkick only to have his ankle caught in the clasps of the Vampire Lord. Silencer’s eyes open wide as Faust lifts up on the ankle, causing his light body to flip up over the ropes backwards, yet somehow he is able to land feet first on the apron. Faust is rather surprised as he charges forward only to have Silencer throw a forearm over the cables right into his face. The blow staggers the former 6 time World Champion while Silencer takes hold of the top rope, pulling himself up onto it then springing off as he soars through the air. Faust turns at the last second and catches Silencer across his shoulders to cheers from the fans, setting up for a death valley driver to the approval of his supporters. Before he can hit it Silencer squirms free though, slipping off of his opponent’s shoulders and landing on his feet right in front of him. He steps forward, wrapping his arm around Faust’s neck as he sets up for the Break the Silence (twisting C4). He begins to jump when Faust twists his body at the last second, freeing his head and stepping behind Silencer, burying his shoulders into his spine. He stands up, holding Silencer in a reverse fireman’s carry then pushing him over for a reverse DVD. Somehow Silencer is able to flip out of it and land directly on his feet, Faust rushing forward right into a vicious superkick delivered directly to the throat. Faust is taken down to the canvas with the crowd screaming, Silencer falling backwards into the ropes, leaning on them for support with a very exhausted expression on his face. He now rushes forward and bends down as if he’s about to go for a pin on Faust who still looks like he has some fight left in him, perhaps ready to kick out. As he hovers over him Silencer suddenly stops and backs away, looking around at the fans then shaking his head with a big grin cutting across his face.

Douglas: Why isn’t Silencer going for the pin!?!

Mayne: It appears that he very well could have Faust defeated here after that timely superkick!

Silencer backs into the ropes then shakes his head with a repulsive grin before slipping through the ropes onto the apron. The referee is imploring him to get back in the ring and compete but Silencer isn’t listening, he just drops to the mats and approaches the time keeper with a smug expression on his face. He reaches out and grabs the microphone out of Kaily Wolf’s hand and also takes a white towel away from the time keeper.

Dan: What does he think he’s doing, this is our first match on Redemption ROE! This is suppose to set the stage for what happens throughout the rest of the night!

Mayne: Why do you ask me these questions, I don’t even dare to condescend that I understand Silencer’s motivations.

Silencer lifts the microphone to his mouth while strolling across the mats, the towel over his shoulder.

Silencer: COME ON! Did you all really think some ridiculously booked Ultimate Incentive match would be enough to make me forget the bullshit I’ve been bombarded with for weeks now? Do you really think it would be enough to make me forget about my strike!?! The IWC wanted to open this show with a fucking classic, well I say to hell with THAT! What they’re going to get is me, once again ruining all their ill constructed plans!

Silencer turns and throws the white towel in on himself, resulting into a fury of boos from the Kyocera crowd, who are none to pleased to see these type of shenanigans ruining a hard fought match. Instead of treating wrestling like the sport they perceive it to be, Silencer has stomped all over tradition by purposely ending this match in the most controversial fashion possible.

Dan: OH NO! Not again, Silencer ruining yet another one on one match, and quickly turning this Osaka crowd against the IWC. Ladies and gentlemen, this is not how we usually do things on payper-view, I ensure you we in no way condone Silencer’s behavior.

Mayne: Who would have thought Silencer would have the unmitigated balls to do this on payper-view of all places, in the first match of our Japan debut. Bravo Silencer, bravo!

The official is disgusted as he’s forced to turn, motioning for the bell which chimes in the background, Silencer laughing on the outside of the ring with his arms crossed over his sternum. Faust sits up in the ring, holding his throat and glaring at Silencer in a rage, well aware of what he just did, and how he tarnished the memory of what was a great back and forth bout between them. He is repulsed by his behavior, even as the official raises his arm in victory. Faust pulls it away quickly though, not even wanting to celebrate the way he just won this match, not wishing to support the travesty on Silencer’s behalf. He finds himself so disgusted that he rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, not bothering to acknowledge this win, immediately making his way up the ramp towards the backstage area while shaking his head.

Dan: What a damned travesty, what a DISGRACE! How dare Silencer do this, how dare he ruin our image in the eyes of these Japanese fans.

Mayne: He just effectively killed the buyrates, HAHAHAHA.

Silencer pulls himself up onto the apron with a microphone still gripped tightly in his hands, trash being thrown from the fans in his direction. He just laughs to himself throughout their display while slipping through the ropes into the ring.

ANSWERS

An exhausted Silencer stands his ground in the middle of the squared circle, sweat still cascading down his exasperated frame. In between deep breathes he stands upright and glares towards the entry way, which remains vacant presently then approaches the ropes. Much as he has done over the past few weeks he raises the microphone to his lips, choosing to explain his cause. Obviously no one wants to hear the deluded ramblings of this madman for a third straight week upon the conclusion of one of his matches.

Dan: Don’t tell me Silencer is going to run his mouth again here tonight after what he did. You son of a bitch Silencer, YOU SON OF A BITCH!

Mayne: They let you do it every week, so why not Silencer as well?

Douglas: We have a payper-view to get on with here that Silencer has ruined, as well as our long awaited debut in Japan. He’s nothing more than a disrespectful bastard.

Silencer’s paint is half melted from his features thanks to sweating so profusely, yet even in his very exhausted, drained condition he feels the need to enlighten the fans as to what just transpired.

Silencer: What you ignorant masses just witnessed was what I had envisioned all alon….

WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP

All eyes suddenly divert to the entry way amongst a roar of approval from the sold out audience as through the curtains with no hesitation marches Johnny Kingdom.

Billy: HE’S HERE, HE’S HERE!

Douglas: I cannot believe this, Johnny Kingdom is here tonight ladies and gentlemen! He’s making a surprise appearance at Redemption Roe!

Silencer’s twisted gaze is honed in upon the longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in ULW/IWC history, the Team Leader himself, the hall of famer as he moves down the ramp adorned in a fine suit. His eyes are focused on the ring, on the painted features of Silencer who licks his lips with anticipation. The lyrics of Wake Up by the Lost Prophets continues to play in the background, coinciding with the reawakening of these fans who cannot help but to scream favorably at he shocking sight of Kingdom making his way towards an IWC ring for the very first time. He climbs up the stairs and gets onto the apron with his sights set on the malicious, smirking features of Silencer, who although surprised to see the Team Leader here welcomes the shock.

Douglas: Johnny Kingdom is in the house tonight, and I dare say no one expected to see him here at Redemption Roe this evening.

Mayne: He’s got to be here after what happened at his home several weeks ago, when Silencer had the audacity to show up and threaten not only him but his children as well. Which was kind of funny now that I think back on it.

Dan: I don’t even want to know how you denote any amusement from that incident.

Johnny walks across the apron with his focus transfixed on the still grinning features of Silencer before he finally slips through the ropes and into the ring, a place he hasn’t been in almost a year. He steps forward slowly, walking right past Silencer but not taking his eyes off of him, the painted reject following him with his gaze as well. Kingdom snaps his fingers and quickly has a mic handed to him before he backs up slowly, observing the man who has thrown so many threats in his direction over the past couple of weeks, an individual he has a long standing history with.

Dan: Did you ever think you would see this sight again Billy? Silencer and Johnny Kingdom, age old rivals standing in the center of the ring, mono a mono.

Mayne: I never thought I’d see Kingdom in an IWC ring period.

Johnny and Silencer find themselves glaring into each other’s faces, neither man unnerved or backing down an inch with the crowd screaming passionately at the sight of this, certainly not expecting to see this here tonight. Johnny slowly lifts the microphone to his lips, which are twisted with anger.

Kingdom: Silencer, you as well as everyone else in this building are probably scratching your heads in bewilderment. The guys in the lockeroom are most likely glaring at the monitor asking themselves how this is possible, and openly cursing your name for dragging me out of my suburban paradise back to the center of this lackluster company. But the sight you see before you is not some hallucination resulting from your numerous blows to the head and your mixing of various narcotics, no, no, I’m no mirage, for Johnny Kingdom stands before you flesh and bone in the center of this ring.

The crowd responds with a loud wave of approval, clapping their hands righteously and overly excited at the prospect of the Career Killer returning home.

Johnny: Although the reason I’m out here leaves me a little conflicted. As on one hand it plays into something I want, and on the other, it feeds your twisted, convoluted desires…

His finger is extended in Silencer’s direction as the former World Champion tilts his head, wondering what he is implying.

Kingdom: And we all know I’ve built a career out of depriving people of what they desire the most.

Silencer’s cheeks flinch with hostility.

Kingdom: Have I lost you Silencer, because you look just as confused as always. Let me spell this out for you to understand then in the most simplistic of terms. I’m here not because I took your threats seriously, not due to fear over what you might do to myself, or my children, or my wife, or Scrabby Doo, whoever it is that you blame for your current misfortunes, because I realize that your nothing more than talk.

The momentary anger in Silencer’s face is replaced by an uncharacteristic grin while the crowd cheers loudly over Johnny’s sentiment.

Johnny: I’m back here not for you, not to give into your demands, but for an entirely different reason. I realized after you, and that fat, out of shape, greasy Mongoloid, as well as Bob showed up at my house….

Billy: Heeeyyy.

Kingdom: That I wasn’t going to get any peace and quiet, that the uninterrupted solitude that I desired above anything else upon my retirement was going to be ruined thanks to some cowardly, Cobra Commander, Claw type, sitting behind his computer and implicating me as the owner of a company I no longer wanted any affiliation with. So what’s the point in trying to live out the rest of my life in peace while my name is being subjected to this type of scrutiny, when people as feeble minded as you Silencer, are being manipulated into coming after me.

His finger is aimed in the direction of Silencer’s head, who merely keeps that same somewhat frightening grin.

Johnny: I realized that there was no point in trying to reason with the sheer idiocy that is yourself Silencer, and that is this entire easily mislead roster, therefore I’m here tonight to clear my name, I’m here tonight to make a vowel that everyone will hopefully get through their thick, ignorant skulls. Johnny Kingdom is not the owner, but I am returning to active competition here in the IWC, until I’ve forced this manipulative son of a bitch to step out from behind the curtain, the drapes, from under the bed, out of the closet, wherever he’s hiding himself.

The fans are going nuts at this resolution, realizing that Kingdom has just declared that he is returning to ACTIVE COMPETITION! They are absolutely thrilled by this announcement as Johnny takes a step closer to the man who invaded his personal property just a few weeks ago, Silencer not backing down.

Kingdom: I’m coming back to set the record straight, and to finally put ignorant pieces of shit like yourself, in their places, Cagero, and I will remain on this roster until the truth is revealed about the real owner of this company. Then I can go on living the rest of my life in PEACE!

The reaction only escalates, the crowd overwhelmed with joy over the fact that not only is perhaps the greatest ULW World Champion of all times coming back, but that he is devoted to bringing the man who has falsely implicated him to justice.

Johnny: Let me just say this clearly to you Silencer, face to face so that you understand yet I doubt you’ll listen. I’m not your boss, I’m not the one who has been screwing you out of opportunity after opportunity, I’m not the diabolical son of a bitch running this company. It is my goal in life to ruin that mysterious individuals life as much as he’s ruined mine, and to ruin the existences of anyone who stands in my way of completing such a TASK! So get it through your head Silencer, I’m not your employer, and frankly I’ve got better things to do with my time than to fuck with you, your just not worth my time, or my effort. I’ve got bigger fish to fry.

Johnny drops the microphone with a dramatic thud to the canvas then turns slowly, gazing with repulsion upon the features of the man who ever so rudely disturbed his peaceful retirement, just one of the contributing factors that led to his return tonight. Kingdom is ready to leave it at that, obviously not concerned with spending much more time attempting to convince Silencer of his innocence, yet he second he moves towards the ropes his wrist is grasped hold of. He stops dead in his tracks, turning ever so slowly and glaring down dramatically at the palm of Silencer wrapped about his forearm. His eyes followed the hand up to the face of it’s owner, Silencer grinning rather maliciously still, as of unconvinced.

Silencer: So the great Johnny Kingdom is back once again to steal the spotlight, huh?

Boos flow from the mouths of the crowd while Kingdom yanks his wrist free from the powerful grip of the winded Silencer.

Silencer: And you’ve returned with only the noblest of intentions, right? You actually expect us to believe this bullshit?

The negative reaction intensifies from the fans while Johnny nods his head.

Silencer: This coming from a man who has stabbed everyone who ever trusted him in the back. So what leads us to believe that this isn’t just another act, that this won’t end any differently. It be just like you to purposely mislead us by insinuating that you’re here to reveal the owner, when you’re the one turning the screws all along.

Johnny rolls his eyes and begins to say something only to be cut off by his long time nemesis.

Silencer: You think nobody can see through you Johnny, but I can, oh yes, I see you as the same manipulative, two faced, back stabbing bastard you’ve always been, and retirement has only made you all that more bitter. You’re here to lure me into a false sense of security and I’m not going to fall for it, BOSS!

Silencer hauls off and slaps the Team Leader right in the face, again creating an escalation in boos from the crowd. The strike leaves a red streak cross the former World Champion’s face as he turns his gaze away from the deliverer of the blow, his eyes blinking awkwardly as if in a state of shock. Silencer’s features are twitching, every muscle in his face tightening and twisting with a shade of delight when Johnny bends forward and spears him straight to the ribs. The entire arena is reacting with a huge uproar, jumping up and down with excitement as Kingdom crawls on top of Silencer, beginning to deck him repeatedly to the face with closed right hands.

Silencer tries to get up with Kingdom’s shoulder still wedged to his stomach, flinging rights into his ribs and sternum. He finally is able to flip Kingdom sideways onto his back with Silencer turning and placing him in a modified headlock while punching him repeatedly to the cranium. The crowd is still on it’s feet going absolutely nuts over the sight of Johnny Kingdom and Silencer coming to blows with one another, brawling all throughout the ring. Security begins to rush in drones down the ramp and towards the squared circle where the violence escalates. Both Kingdom and Silencer have risen to their feet exchanging right hands with one another before Johnny drives his shoulder into the ribs of his agitator, charging him spine first against a nearby turnbuckle. He stands up and begins to deliver more punches to the skull of Silencer while the painted warrior kicks him to the ribs several times. He now steps out of the corner and drives his fist into the top of Johnny’s skull, staggering him slightly before Kingdom comes barreling forward again, jumping at him. Both men tumble into the corner with Kingdom jabbing Silencer repeatedly and the ring filling with security personal.

Many of them rush up behind the Team Leader, taking him by the arms and dragging him up backwards while they also convene in front of Silencer, holding him at bay. He throws them physically out of his way though, as does Kingdom who breaks lose, both men rushing forward and beginning to exchange punches yet again. More security rushes from the backstage area, sliding into the ring and attempting to separate these two as a good five burly men take hold of the Team Leader, forcing him in reverse while he shouts obscenities at Silencer.

Kingdom: You’re a tool Silencer, a TOOL!

Silencer: Let me GO! NO ONE BELIEVES YOU JOHNNY! YOU WON’T FOOL ME AGAIN!

Both men are driven away from each other amongst screams from the fans and roars of rage from both individuals. Finally Silencer is forced under the ropes and begins to be dragged up the ramp in reverse, fighting to get free from security all the while, mumbling outrageous obscenities. Inside of the ring though Kingdom is fighting his way free, turning and slugging security guard after security guard to their faces then approaching the turnbuckle. He begins to scale it with the fans going nuts, reaching the top rope then throwing himself off towards the sea of yellow shirts and Silencer below. He comes crashing down onto all of them with a crossbody that sends the crowd into an even louder frenzy. They all crash to the mats with Johnny coming down right on top of Silencer, beginning to deck him to the face repeatedly all the while.

Fans: IWC! IWC! IWC!!

Silencer is fighting his way back to his feet, both men still exchanging right hands when security steps in, wrapping up both of Johnny’s arms and his legs. They begin to pull him up the ramp with all of their strength while he spits large gobs of saliva in Silencer’s direction, almost foaming at the mouth in the process. He is shaking, convulsing in rage as is Silencer who is held at bay upon his knees, trying his best to get up but having his arms pinned to his side by several large guards. The former year long World Champion has backed all the way up the ramp thanks to the security guard, taking about seven of them to physically force him almost to the back. The fans begin to settle down now that both men have been restrained when Silencer busts free and rushes up the ramp right at Kingdom. Johnny breaks lose and both men charge into one another, beginning to exchange punches with one another once more to an amazing response from the crowd.

Johnny is physically taken around the throat and dragged backwards up the ramp once again while Silencer is being held at bay, unable to break free on this occasion. Johnny’s face is blood red as he shouts in rage at Silencer and is dragged through the curtains, Silencer reacting much the same way.

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THE AFTERMATH

The show returns to ramp where Silencer is now shown being forced to the backstage area by security, still being surrounded on all sides and saliva seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, we are still in shock over what just happened out here when Johnny Kingdom made an unexpected surprise return here to the IWC.

Mayne: Not only did he announce that he’s returning as an active competitor to the squared ring until he’s forced the owner to step forward, but then he got into a huge brawl with Silencer.

Douglas: These two guys tried to tear one another apart out here in one of the most shocking displays I’ve seen in the IWC in a very long time.

Billy: Kingdom is back, and Silencer isn’t happy. There I just summed everything up perfectly. It would have taken you twenty minutes to try and simplify that.

Dan: Leave it to you to reduce things to their most simplistic of terms. What a shocking way to start off Redemption Roe tonight but the surprises are far from over. Speaking of which, we understand that Susie Moore is standing backstage right now with one of the teams who compete in tonight’s big Tag Title Gauntlet, and have the opportunity to main event Paranoia V.

Billy looks annoyed while Dan grins obnoxiously and glares towards the camera.

ROBBED!

The Osaka crowd responds rather favorably at the sight of Jon Rich standing at the forefront of the camera with the N.H.B Championship glistening while it adorns his shoulder. A smirk is present on his face, the type of grin that his features have been deprived of for quite some time. He stares forward with little change in his emotion despite the presence of “The Black Widow” Robin Brooks, who is situated directly before him. She has her arms crossed over her sternum and her head slightly tilted as she observes the NO Holds Barred Champion, both individuals wearing uneasy grins. Positioned directly between them is a smirking Susie Moore, who is overflowing with positive energy as she can barely keep hold of the microphone which is held to her lips.

Susie Moore: Hi there Japan, I’m Susie Moore, the IWC’s very own backstage correspondent. I’m the one who you know, like holds a microphone and stuff, and totally gets all those hot backstage scoops….

Jon Rich: I think they know what your job qualifications are, despite your inability to fulfill even half of them. Can we get on with the questions, please?

Robin Brooks: That would certainly be nice, as we’ve got other things to concern ourselves with tonight.

Robin and Rich both shoot an impatient glare towards the seductively dressed Susie, who’s eyes dart between the duo somewhat uneasily at first. Surprisingly she smiles and her eyes cloud with disbelief.

Susie: Oh come on, what do you have to do that is more important than talking to me. If your both nice I might even let you play with my Mr. Potato Head doll.

Brooks closes her eyes and lowers her head while shaking it in dismay over Susie’s child like idiocy. However, her partner is much less accommodating to such public displays of stupidity.

Jon: Okay, I see that I’m going to have to hijack this interview in order to spare our remaining brain-cells.

Taking hold of Susie’s wrist he forces her microphone towards his lips while glaring down at Robin, who now pretends that Jon is the one interviewing her.

Jon: Robin, tonight you and I are involved in the Tag Team Title Gauntlet match, do you think you have what it takes to walk away with gold?

He thrusts the microphone out towards Robin’s lips which curl into an alluring smile.

Robin: With you by my side, of course.

Rich: That comment was so sweet I’m sure it’s made me a diabetic. Another question, do you think it’s a hindrance that we’re a thrown together team facing established groups like Evans & Rose, Orlando Cruze & Nathan Creed, Fully Loaded, and the Alpha Generation?

Still clutching hold of Susie’s hand he forces her to thrust the microphone out towards his plotting partner. She forcefully acts as if she’s contemplating her response, slouching her shoulders and stroking her jaw.

Robin: Hmm, seeing as no one gave us a chance in the Tag Team Tournament and we made it to the semi-finals, I think our chances are good here tonight. People need to learn that you can’t discount Jon Rich, and Robin Brooks, especially now that we’re both on the same page.

This reply registers a speculative response from Rich, lifting the mic back to his face while clutching hold of Susie’s hand in the process. Moore looks on eagerly, as if she’s learning something here.

Jon: So you think you can trust this rogue known as Jon Rich?

The microphone again is held out towards Brooks who blinks her eyes sporadically.

Robin: Although you’ve given me plenty of reason not to, like when you got us disqualified in the tournament, I think your ulterior motives will make you very trustworthy tonight.

Rich: Ulterior motives, aye?

Robin: Of course, seeing as you’ll have the opportunity to face Desolation once again, add more gold to your waist, and possibly head off to Paranoia V should you get the final pinfall. Everyone has ulterior motives Jon. I mean, I know I’m looking at this match not just for the chance to win the belts, but to also take something away from Hurse that he holds dear, and show Deakin just how far I’ve come should our paths cross tonight. I know you wouldn’t be eager to team with me Jon, if there wasn’t something worth gaining out of it.

Jon lifts the microphone back towards his lips, not looking angered by this truthful revelation whatsoever, just cocking an eyebrow and nodding melodramatically.

Jon: I certainly can’t argue that point with you, but to alleviate any lingering concerns, I will show you tonight that I can be trusted, by standing right along side you at he end of the night with the Tag Team Title belt in the palm of my hand.

He lets go of Susie’s hand finally and turns away from her as well as Brooks, marching off to add an emphatic conclusion to his claims. Robin watches him leave with a smile on her face, respecting his candor then marching off to train as well. Susie appears amazed as she steps forward, truly dazzled by what just occurred.

Susie: Wow, so that’s how an interview works? I thought I was just suppose to ask a question and wait for someone to interrupt the interview, to set up events later in the nigh….

Ahem…

Moore’s eyes blink awkwardly as she slowly turns with the microphone outstretched in front of her, as if expecting this interruption, counting on it in fact. Standing behind her much to her surprise, or actual lack there of, is the X-Class Champion himself Christian Savior, the gold glistening over his shoulder. He watches with disdain as Rich and Robin walk off preparing for their big match tonight.

Savior: I’m afraid you spoke too soon Susie, because I must interject.

His angered expression transfers to the camera positioned in front of him, so it can see the rage brewing in his eyes.

Christian: I just want to make it clear that I am appalled nay disgusted by the rift raft they’ve allowed into the gauntlet tonight, while true grade A talent such as myself, genuine superstars like me are excluded. Why is that every champion is involved in this gauntlet tonight but me. Why is it that two individuals I’ve defeated in the form of Brooks and Rich are allowed to have a shot at the Tag Team Titles while I, the X-Class Champion, am forced to face the mediocre challenge that is Scott Gray-Harris. I deserve better than this, and it’s about time that I demanded it.

Savior steps forward to ensure that the camera is as close to his contorted, angered features as possible, which adds emphasis, weight to his comments. He turns and storms off, making his declaration known loud and clear. Susie just stands there blinking her eyes and briefly looking over her back, making sure there’s no one else waiting to interject.

SABRE VS. JT KNIGHT

A chord is strummed and grows louder. Soon a driving drumbeat can be heard over the sound system in the arena. As “I Don’t Wanna Stop” by Ozzy Osbourne plays for the fans, Sabre emerges from backstage, always with a stoic yet smug look on his face. He makes his way at a regular pace down to the ring and rolls in. Standing up in the center of the ring, he acknowledges the fans once.

Douglas: Sabre is making his way out here and boy what an impressive showing he had against Nathan Creed on the last Riot! He proved he can hang in the league of some of even the best and brightest the IWC has to offer with that extensive mixed martial arts background that he gained from his military history.

Mayne: Yeah, but he didn’t emerge victorious from said bout, and until he wins I shall snub him with my raised nose and my crossed arms. Yep, they’re crossed alright.

Dan: Yep, the fans just demanded a refund after you opened your match.

Mayne: No, they’ll probably do that after watching the Julian Steele vs. Nick Martin match. Who let all these guys on this card!?!

Sabre stands in the ring with his back pressed to the turnbuckle, glaring up the ramp into the direction of the entry way, anticipating the arrival of his opponent, or more accurately in his mind, his next victim. “Skull Heaven” by Viking Skull plays over the PA system and drawls the crowd aware of the impending superstar into a loud ovation. Through the curtains, amongst dancing lights which move in conjunction with his music arrives JT Knight, his features looking filled with tension and aggression while he glares towards the ring. He stops on the stage and lifts his fist into the air before moving down the ramp, his eyes clouded with hostility. He finally steps up onto the apron and glares over the ropes at his eager opponent, lifting his leg over the ropes and straddling them until he finally enters the squared circle.

Douglas: This giant of a man has a lot of potential to set the IWC on fire with his skills, yet hasn’t met with victory over the past two weeks, as perhaps his rust has come back to haunt him.

Mayne: And nothing about that story will change tonight, not a damn thing. He couldn’t beat Robin Brooks, ROBIN BROOKS, for Christ sakes. What makes him think he’ll be able to defeat a real athlete like Sabre.

Dan: Are you insinuating that Robin Brooks isn’t a real athlete?

Billy: Please, Dom Deluise is probably a better athlete than Brooks. The point is JT is clearly outmatched here tonight.

Knight is continuing to enter the ring when Sabre rushes forward, delivering a swift, violent kick to the back of his thigh and knee. JT cringes from the blow as his crafty opposition connects with yet another shot to the back of his thigh, beginning to welt it up perhaps. An angered Knight reaches out, swallowing Sabre’s head within the palm of his hand then driving his own noggin into the cranium of his opponent. The crowd cheers as Sabre crashes to the canvas, rolling over in reverse onto his elbows and knees while Knight enters the ring, staggering a little as he approaches him. As soon as the former soldier gets to his feet he’s drilled to the face with a hard closed fist which sends him crashing to the canvas. He rolls across it onto his feet but walks right into another brutal jab to the top of his head which sends him staggering backwards into the ropes, falling against them for support. The official has had the bell rung at this point even though he was unable to go through the pre-match rituals thanks to Sabre’s overzealous nature.

Douglas: Sabre getting this match started without any hesitation, not even allowing Sabre to enter the ring before he began his assault.

Mayne: Good, why wait for someone to be ready when it’s so much easier to beat them via a timely sucker-punch?

Knight begins to lumber in the direction of his opponent who steps away from the cables, launching his deadly leg at the giant. JT somehow catches hold of Sabre around the knee and then places his hand around his throat, hoisting him up into the air and palming his sternum, slamming him down to the canvas with a modified spinebuster. The crowd reacts with cheers while Knight steps back and slaps his knee several times, looking to finish off his opposition with quickness. His eyes are brazen, filled with conviction, determined to win this contest tonight and due so as fast as possible. Sabre tries to rally himself upward, forcing himself to his knees with a stunned expression. As soon as he gets to his feet, Knight charges forward and lobs his boot straight at his face. Somehow Sabre is able to duck it then drop into a leg sweep, taking the other leg out from under Knight and sending him crashing backwards to the canvas. The crowd responds in awe over the quick leg sweep which has left JT grounded, Sabre crawling on top of his sternum and beginning to drill him in the face with hard forearm strikes. Both sides of the giant’s features are creamed with vicious forearm and elbow blows, which are rendering him almost unconscious before the referee finally intervenes.

Billy: Man those strikes are just deadly.

Dan: They are indeed, and Sabre looks to have substantially weakened Knight with them.

The referee takes Sabre under the arm and forces him up to his feet, backing him away from the extremely dazed JT who is trying to force himself up to his seat. He finally gets onto his posterior with his palm pressed to his nose when Sabre pushes the referee aside, rushing forward and delivering a stiff, brutal knee strike right to the face. The collision echoes throughout the arena and results in a cringe from the crowd, Sabre turning and tumbling into the cover.

Knight is able to get his shoulder off of the canvas, narrowly avoiding his defeat. However, he may soon regret kicking out as Sabre takes him by the hair, sitting him up in the ring then delivering a vicious, swift and stiff buzzsaw kick straight to the sternum. As a result of this insanely violent shot Knight crashes onto his back and Sabre lunges into the air, extending his knee which is dropped directly into JT’s face. The blows to the cranium continue while Sabre drops down on top of him into another quick cover.

Knight actually possesses the power to physically press Sabre off of him, sending him flying over top of the referee. He lands on his elbows and knees then quickly rises to his feet, trying to keep on the advantage. He rushes up behind Knight who is trying to stand and hooks up one of his arms, beginning to launch elbow after elbow into the side of his face. The crowd cringes with each stiff elbow strike yet Knight continues to work his way upward. He gets up to his feet with Sabre still holding onto his arm and now wrapping his legs around his waist. He is mounted on JT’s back as the big man stands, still launching elbows into the side of his face. Somehow Knight is able to keep his balance though and then rush backwards, driving Sabre spine first into a turnbuckle with powerful force. As a result he’s forced to break away from Knight, dropping feet first onto the canvas and leaning against the corner while JT turns, driving his elbow into his face. He then staggers forward, rubbing at his cranium when Sabre comes rushing out of the corner to keep on the attack. However, Knight turns, catching him with a tilt a whirl then loading him onto his shoulder and rushing forward, dropping his opponent face first onto the top turnbuckle pad with the snake eyes.

Douglas: JT countering this MMA inspired offense.

Mayne: He can only keep this up for so long, which is an excuse I constantly have to give my girlfriend, bazziinng!

Dan: I’m sure you sister never complains, Billy.

Sabre bounces off the corner with a thud, his eyes rolling to the back of his head as he now turns towards Knight, who catches him ribs first against his shoulder. JT pushes Sabre up and around into a powerslam position, turning as he now rushes across the ring. The big man develops some momentum and then slams Sabre down to the canvas with incredible force. He quickly grabs the kneepad of Sabre, pulling up on it and digging his elbow into his opposition’s jaw for the pin.

Somehow Sabre is able to kick out even after taking that nasty slam, inspiring Knight to sit him up on the canvas then beginning to twist at his head with a neck vice. He has one hand engulfing the top of Sabre’s cranium and the other wrapped about his jaw, twisting at his head violently while grinning maliciously. Sabre’s head is almost ripped clean from his neck by this gruesome twisting of his cranium at the massive hands of his equally as massive opposition. JT seems intent on forcing him to submit via any means necessary yet Sabre begins to rise to his knees, reaching for his back in the process. He finally begins to stand up though after much effort before Knight breaks his neck cravat and instead steps forward, locking up his neck in the modified cobra clutch. Sabre is ready to fight his way out of this one too only to have Knight hoist him into the air then drag him down by the back of his head directly into the canvas with a modified cobra clutch slam. His cranium is driven with vile force against the ring while JT takes him by the back of the skull and sits him up. He steps behind him and takes hold of both of his arms, applying a full nelson submission at this point.

Billy: What the hell does JT Knight think he’s doing?

Dan: He’s using some textbook submission holds in there it seems.

Mayne: Big men can’t wrestle technically, it makes them look ridiculously preposterous.

Sabre is gritting his teeth while trapped in this hold from his much larger opposition, who puts as much of his upper body strength into almost ripping his opponent’s arms off. Nevertheless, Sabre begins to rise to his feet, trying his best to stand despite being worked over viciously with this hold. He suddenly reaches his feet and reaches back with one of them, hooking it around behind Knight’s knee. He pulls forward with his leg and as a result causes JT to crash backwards into the canvas with Sabre coming down on top of him then rolling over in reverse. Despite still being held in the full nelson he’s able to fold his body over in reverse to that he back of his head and shoulders are pressed to his opponent’s thick sternum, his feet placed to the canvas. The official has no point but to drop down and make the count as technically Knight’s shoulders are pressed to the canvas.

JT kicks out, releasing the arms of his opposition, forced to beak the hold. Sabre drops over onto his knees then stands up quickly, wrapping his arm around Knight’s neck and pulling him up into a dragon sleeper submission. The giant Knight is trapped within this submission by his smaller but technically precise opponent, who grates his teeth against one another in the process of exerting all his strength on this hold. He twists and rips at his opponent’s head and neck but Knight begins to stand, despite being bent over backwards into this hold. As soon as he stands up though he twists his body and frees his head, placing his palms to both Sabre’s chest and stomach, military pressing him up high into the air. The entire arena is erupting into cheers as JT escapes the hold and now holds his opposition high in the air, prepared to press him down to the canvas. Before he can do so Sabre slips off of his palms and lands on his feet right in front of his opposition. He now rushes forward right into a huge big boot delivered with picture perfect timing to his face.

Douglas: Ohhh, Sabre escapes one move but walks right into another one! Knight is dominating this contest thus far.

Mayne: He’s really throwing that weight of his around. I guess that makes it the only good time to be a lard ass.

The motivated, on fire Knight turns to face the down Sabre, hunching forward while slowly lifting his open palm into the air. His fingers are twiddling in anticipation, prepared to chokeslam his opponent into oblivion. Sabre slowly tries to regain his faculties, attempting to stand up ever so slowly after taking that vicious big boot when Knight pounces upon him. He reaches out with his open palm only to have Sabre suddenly deliver a devastating roundhouse kick right to the forearm of his opposition. Knight grimaces as he turns away from Sabre, grabbing at his wrist and grinding his teeth in pain. He turns around in the direction of his quick opponent who steps in, delivering a swift, stiff and brutally stiff kick directly to his sternum. The quick Sabre moves forward, delivering yet another kick right to his chest but JT remains upright somehow. He is staggered in reverse by blow after blow delivered to his sternum, which has gotten red and is welting up as a result. The intense Sabre goes for another straight shin kick to the chest only to have JT catch hold of his knee, gripping it tightly. His furious features glare into the eyes of Sabre who jumps into the air, connecting with an enzugari straight to the back of his head. The crowd grimaces over the stiff strike that echoes throughout the arena and sends Knight into a disorientated stagger in the direction of the turnbuckle. He falls forward into the corner sternum first, his arms tumbling over the cables as a result. Sabre stands up, quickly approaching him and taking JT by the shoulder, spinning him around only to receive a hard jab to the face. He is staggered backwards as JT steps out of the corner, somehow still possessing the strength to lay into his face with yet another huge punch.

Dan: Somehow Sabre is still standing being hit by those frying pan size hands of Knight.

Mayne: So technically you could make pancakes in his palms?

Douglas: You know what, find something shinny to play with please.

Billy: Way ahead of you.

Knight steps forward for another right hand that Sabre is able to duck out of the way of, stepping behind him and then rushing forward quickly only for JT to catch his opponent right under his arm. He tries to lift him up into the air for the side slam only to have Sabre adjust himself and slip up over the shoulder of his large opposition. He lands right on his feet behind Knight and now twists into a spinning back fist only to have JT side step it. The towering behemoth gets behind Sabre and hooks both of his arms, hoisting him into the air for a dragon suplex only to have him reach back with his legs, wrapping them around his opponent’s hefty waist then dropping forward. Sabre pulls him over into a shocking roll up pinfall.

The arena reacts with disgust over the way this contest has just ended with JT Knight dropping onto his side in an exasperated manner. Sweat cascades down his frame as he rolls to his elbows and knees, Knight standing up in an infuriated condition.

Douglas: A quick, shocking roll up pinfall by Sabre on Knight!

Mayne: This the second week in a row he’s been pinned thanks to one of those roll ups. I’d be angry enough to shit a can of cream corn if I were him.

JT stands up in an exhausted condition and storms in the direction of Sabre who drops to the ring, rolling under the ropes to the outside with great quickness. He drops to the outside mats, backing up the ramp with an emotionless expression on his face while Knight absolutely seethes with rage in the ring.

Douglas: What an intense back and forth contest between these two tonight, but Sabre somehow emerged with a shocking roll up pinfall out of nowhere.

Mayne: His timing was expert, and so was the execution.

Sabre backs up the ramp with his chest heaving as he breathes heavily, Knight still glaring over the ropes at him in a state of pure rage.

ULTIMATE INCENTIVE

The camera suddenly cuts to AWOL marching around his office after seeing the last match, a slight smile present on his face as a result of JT Knight’s misery. Something about the suffering of others gives him such great, undeniable joy.. His thoughts are interrupted as his door is pushed open, and Christian Savior barges in, the X-Class Championship glistening as he approaches the Big Crazy Bastard now standing in front of his desk.

Savior: AWOL?! We gotta talk!

AWOL looks over Savior’s shoulder while rolling his eyes in agitation.

AWOL: Does anyone knock around here anymore? Look, I’m a busy man, Savior, I was just about to start playing Jenga and drinking myself into a stupor, so what the hell you want?

Running both hands through his hair, Savior appears to be holding back his frustration as he talks.

Savior: What do I want? I want what should have been mine three weeks ago! Did you not see what I’ve been doing for the last few weeks?! This Pay-Per-View has been nothing more than a waste of time!

AWOL doesn’t even try to dispute this claim, shrugging his shoulders and nodding his head.

AWOL: Right. Is there a point to this?

Although momentarily dumbfounding Savior shakes his head and continues.

Savior: I want to know why every champion in IWC is participating in the tag turmoil match except me. I’m the only one defending the title, while people I have beaten time and time again or getting what is rightfully mine!

AWOL rubs at his temples as if suffering from a horrid migraine.

AWOL: The match was made before you became the X-Class Champion.

Savior: Than change it! Put me in instead of Robin Brooks. You can do that, can’t you?

AWOL: Yes, I could do it. Easily. But I won’t.

Savior: Why the hell not?

Again the GM shrugs his shoulders and tilts his head.

AWOL: Because I don’t see the point, and it involves work.

Although Savior is at the point of seething he continues.

Savior: See the point? I’m the X-Class champion. I’ve beaten at least half of the roster in that tag match. I was the finalist in the Tag-Team Tournament. What do I have to do to get noticed around here?

AWOL: Keep on talking, you’ll get noticed by security.

It is more than obvious that Savior is further pissed off, but striking AWOL would only get him in further trouble as is. Taking a deep breath, Savior forces himself to calm down.

Savior: Alright. Alright, but what about the Ultimate Incentive match?

AWOL: You gonna bitch about that too? Because after the way it turned out I’ve heard more than enough people bellyaching about it.

>Savior: Maybe. I’ve beaten Faust before and I easily defeated Silencer last RIOT!

AWOL: Your words, not mine.

Savior: The point is, everyone in this Pay-Per-View are earning something out of this except me!

AWOL seems to contemplate something as Savior watches his every move.

AWOL: You know something? You’re right. Harris has an X-Class title shot. Every other champion has the chance of a lifetime, Faust and Silencer were pretty much given the same thing. You’re the only guy that isn’t getting anything out of this, so I’ll tell you what I’m going to do…

He has obviously caught Savior’s interest as Savior stands there, his eyes not leaving AWOL’s.

AWOL: You win your match with Harris tonight, then you get any match you want at the next RIOT?

Christian is stunned by this announcement.

Savior: You’re serious?

AWOL: Yea, that should keep you quiet for a while.

All Savior can do is smile as AWOL returns to his desk.

AWOL: Ohhh one more thing, Savior. Your match at RIOT! Can be any match you want, except for what Faust decides.

Though this may be an issue, all Savior can do is smirk more.

Savior: I don’t think that will be a problem, AWOL. I don’t think that will be a problem.

Savior turns and vacates the dressing room while AWOL sits on the edge of his desk now, shaking his head and running his palm down his face in annoyance.

DESTROY ALL MONSTERS

To an almost deafening reaction Axl Evermore and Max Craven’s faces appear on the screen, both Fully Loaded members occupying your standard interview area. Their arms are crossed over their sternums in defiant poses while menacing glares inhabit their faces. It seems that they both are trying to stay as serious as possible in regards to what they’re about to say.

Axl Evermore: That’s right Osaka, despite constant beat-downs…

Max Craven: Suspensions….

Axl: Screw jobs…

Max: And bitter gender ambiguous employers…

Evermore: Fully Loaded is on the scene.

A loud reaction commences from the fans, but Fully Loaded do not even show so as much as a smile, their faces frozen, placid with no emotion.

Axl: Even after everything that’s been thrown at us, we’re here tonight united and ready to claim the Tag Team titles. Axl is here, and it’s true, Max is back!

Evermore points towards a stoic Craven, who nods somewhat eagerly.

Max: The time was just right for a Max return and I capitalized on the moment, just like Fully Loaded will do tonight. COME ON, did you actually think a suspension would keep me away forever? Of course not, Psycho has a better chance of figuring out how to open a bag of chips than Sallie or Kassie do of keeping me away from this building tonight. Your heroes are here ladies and gentlemen, and we’re not leaving until the Tag Team Titles are around these trim waists.

He motions towards his belt line as well as in the direction of Evermore’s, who pats his stomach uneasily.

Axl: Even though I had my Cartel Championship plucked from my ever deserving hands and thrust onto a mid-card sadistic stereotype, I shall not go long without title glory. As Max put it, we’re going to be Heroes, just like our all time favorite Japanese superhero, the grand DEFENDER of your country and your virtue…

Axl: The incomparable, GODZILLA!

The fans have a very mixed reaction while Max now appears uncertain, rubbing at the back of his head and grimacing in despair.

Max: Yeah, that is pretty much the best picture we could find. The fact that he started out eating your monorails certainly can’t negate all of his hard-work. And like him, we’re willing to put forth all our might to save Japan from a metaphorical disaster.

Evermore is quite pleased with the way that Max covered their asses with that one.

Evermore: Indeed, for tonight, right here at Redemption Roe, we’re going to prevent an outright injustice. Like Godzilla we’re going to fight all of the beasts that burden your city and rise above them to claim victory. Godzilla faced all of your nightmares, just like the terrifying giant moth….

Max and Axl stand there for a second blinking their eyes awkwardly, pausing to add effect to their astonishment.

Max: Who in retrospect is about as terrifying as Pat Evans. Who might I add will meet a Mothra like fait, no, not forced to due the bidding of extremely tiny ladies with wonderful singing voices, but his destruction at our hands. He thought he pull strings backstage and take me away from this business, well much like the mighty Godzilla, you can never keep me down…

Evermore: Not even when faced with three headed monsters and giant caterpillar thingies. Godzilla never gave up when the odds were against him, and neither will we. I may have been outnumbered last week and as a result screwed out of my championship, but much like the humble Godzilla, you can only knock me down so much before I get right back up. Sure you can throw me into electrical cables, or cause millions in property damage, but Fully Loaded will still emerge victorious.

Max lifts his knuckle into the air, as does Axl, hitting them together.

Max: Godzilla always overcame the odds and obstacles beset before him, and so shall we here tonight. There may be three headed monsters, like the Alpha Generation who are joined at the hips and have heads loaded on slinkies, or fat, barely mobile abominations against Science like Aurora Rose, but those tag titles have one destination, are waists.

Evermore: So allow us to take some weight off Godzilla’s shoulders and help prevent another tragedy tonight. This payper-view is based on redemption, or more accurately, our revenge.

Max: I think the Zilla will be quite pleased with our performance tonight, when we free the titles from the Alpha Generation and keep the gold out of the hands of all our opponents. Then….

Max turns abruptly towards his partner, Axl catching his glance from the corner of his eye.

Axl: One of us will be going to Paranoia V.

There is momentary tension in the air, despite all the wonderful Godzilla pictures.

JULIAN STEELE VS. NICK MARTIN

The show comes back to the ring with an unfamiliar grappler standing in the ring, pacing back and forth while punching his palm, preparing himself for the contest at hand tonight.

Mayne: What the hell did we just see in that backstage skit? How in the hell can you talk about Godzilla and yet not reference Mecazilla? Outrageous!

Dan: Fully Loaded looking centered I guess for this big gauntlet match tonight, ready to overcome the odds sort of speak. That’s exactly what this young Nick Martin has to do tonight as he’s about to compete for the very first time in an IWC match.

Billy: The fact that his entrance wasn’t aired already speaks ill of his chances tonight if you ask me.

A high pitch plumber’s voice is heard over the speakers as he yells “Nintendo” which flashes across the screen. This is followed immediately by a man yelling ‘Sega’ with Sega flashing across the screen. The last thing before the music starts is the word ‘Presents’ on the Titantron. Then comes the music The 8 bit electronic compilation of the classic video game themes plays as the audience who haven’t yet started to, now start applauding. The titantron shows several video game systems such as the Nintendo, Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis, Dreamcast, etc all getting turned on and the name ‘Commander V’ flashes across the screen in 16 bit glory. As the audience applauds, none other than Ridley, aka Commander V runs out, his jacket undone. He poses for the audience by throwing his arms out and showing off his thin yet cut frame hidden slightly under his T shirt. V runs down the ramp high fiving as many fans as he can before sliding into the ring. He leaps to the turnbuckle and forms an ‘N’ with his hands. He goes to the opposite turnbuckle and does the same. He then goes to the ropes and leans forward does the pose again. This time after the pose, he flicks his wrists to reveal an ‘S’ showing his allegiance to both counsels. He stands in the ring, removing his jacket, his shirt and his Triforce pendant. He stands in the ring and brings his left hand to his chest, and removes his one glove to look upon the tatoo on his hand depicting the Triforce of Courage. He nods to himself and puts the glove back on. He stands there all fired up as he awaits the match to start. Martin is standing on the outside of the ring, watching this spectacle and hopping in place to get himself prepared for the contest at hand.

Dan: Julian Steele basically re-debuting here tonight on payper-view.

Billy: How do you re-debut?

Douglas: It’s a figure of speech Billy. It looks like he’ll have his work cut out for him tonight though as this Nick Martin looks really centered on this match at hand.

Mayne: And Steele looks like he’s ready to play Legend of Zelda or something. Well new’s flash, he’s not going to have any sewer pipes to jump down and save himself, there’s not going to be in magic coins to give him extra men so he can redo this performance.

Douglas: Done yet?

Billy: I got a million of these.

With his back turned to his opponent, Martin comes barreling forward, launching a forearm into his spine. The crowd has a mixed reaction as Martin spins Steele around and chops him across the chest with force. The strike almost knocks Steele from his feet while Martin kicks him to the gut and takes him by the back of the head, rushing him at the turnbuckle. He drives him face first against the top pad, then spins him around, delivering another knife edge chop to the Game Master’s sternum. He follows this up with a forearm to the side of Steele’s cranium, causing him to stagger out of the corner before Martin hits him with a double axehandle over the back. Strangely Steele stands up straight though, as if not feeling the effects of that blow, in fact he seems to feed off of it. He is spun around and jabbed to the jaw yet Steele remains standing and now retrieving something from his attire, which appears to be a Super Mario like mushroom.

Billy: Oh God, he’s shrooming!

Douglas: Steele somehow standing tall even with this offensive lobbied against him, and now he’s getting out a mushroom?

Steele devours the mushroom and suddenly appears to bulk up, Martin chopping him to the sternum to seemingly no effect. Julian just bulks up, seemingly making himself more muscular as Martin rushes forward and throws a fist straight at his face only for Steele to duck it. Martin spins around right into the downward spiral from Steele, planting him face first into the canvas with the Game Over!

Dan: Julian hitting his finisher out of NOWHERE!

Mayne: Did that mushroom give him the ability to Hulk Up?

Martin drops onto his back and Steele hooks both of his legs for the pinfall.

The entire arena reacts with a mixed response as this contest has just ended before it could even get fully underway. Steele rolls to his knees and continues to look bulked up as he buries his fists into his hips and stares around proudly.

Billy: WHAT!?! He won already!?!

Douglas: What a decisive showing from Julian Steele here at Redemption Roe, making quick work of Nick Martin after receiving an energy boost I guess from that Mario like mushroom.

The Sonic the Hedgehog theme plays over the PA system as Steele jumps to his feet and approaches the turnbuckle, hopping onto it and looking around with his jaw stuck out and squared to give it more definition.

Dan: There seems to be bright things in store for Steele’s future here in the IWC.

Mayne: Only in this company can a video game aficionado win so decisively.

The Japanese fans continue to give Julian a loud reception while Martin remains laid out across the canvas..

SNAP OUT OF IT!

A largely mixed response emanates from the Japanese crowd as their eyes are forced to behold the sight of Cartel Champion Psycho. The disfigured sadistic one, prone to outlandish fits of violence, is seated on the floor in a very dimly lit lockeroom, glaring down into the Cartel title which is strewn across his forearms. The reflection looking back at him is not a kind one, yet he’s learned to accept the disfigurement inflicted on him at the hands of just one of his opponent’s this evening. He continues to rock and mumble something beneath his breath in a very crazed fashion, the title glistening in the process.

Psycho: It’s been so long, yes, so very, very long, but your back where you belong, your home. Everything is starting to go right again…..

For some reason this last statement causes him to cringe, as if he’s unsettled by the sound of it. He grips his title a little tighter and looks about suspiciously in his dimly lit dwelling before the door to the dressing room swings open. A shadowy figure stands in the doorway, the light coming in over his shoulders obscuring his identity before he hits the light switch and reveals himself to be Psycho’s tag team partner this evening, Killjoy. The Japanese crowd cheers accordingly at the sight of the former World Champion who just stands there with a twisted gaze centered upon Psycho, who clutches his belt a little tighter to his sternum.

Killjoy: Ohhh no.

What remains of one of Psycho’s eyebrow arches while he tilts his head, Killjoy entering the room and moving towards him solemnly.

Killjoy: I knew it, I knew you were going to do this same old dog and pony show yet again.

He crouches down beside his partner, his forearms draped over his knees while Psycho looks away, staring down at the ground.

Killjoy: There is just no winning with you. Every time something bad happens to you, you snap, and every time things start to go right you snap. SNAP OUT OF IT GOD DAMMIT!

Killjoy grabs hold of Psycho’s shirt and shakes him rather violently, trying to jar some sense into his frame.

Killjoy: Accept it, things are finally looking up for you.

Psycho: How the hell can I be happy!?!

These words are spoken bitterly and with hostility from the new Cartel Champion who clutches hold of his belt tighter than ever before. His eyes don’t raise to take in the sight of Killjoy, the diabolical mastermind continuing to kneel before him with speculative a glare.

Killjoy: Well, although I warned you about spending too much time focusing on your singles ambitions so as not to set yourself up for another disappointment, you won the Cartel Championship, and tonight we could very well emerge with the Tag Team titles, if your head were in the right place, that is.

Psycho smirks at the insinuation that he should be proud of his Cartel title victory.

Psycho: How can I be proud of winning this title? The Alpha Generation ruined any semblance of satisfaction I could get from becoming Cartel Champion. How am I expected to be happy when everyone of my accomplishments are marred in controversy in some way!?!

A groan comes from Killjoy as he slaps his hands over his face and begins to shake his head.

Killjoy: Jesus Christ will you just listen to yourself?

Psycho is taken aback somewhat by this unexpected response.

Killjoy: You couldn’t control what happened on the last Riot! You can’t be blamed for the Alpha Generation’s interference, hell you were at just as much of a disadvantage in that match as Axl Evermore was, so how can you be accused of screwing him out of his belt? The things that have happened to you are completely out of your control, Psycho. You can’t blame yourself for what happened on the last Riot!, it’s ridiculous. You should know by now that you take a win in whatever way you can get it, and don’t give a shit about any of the extenuating circumstances. If things work out to your favor then you accept it.

Psycho rolls his eyes as this lecture continues.

Killjoy: But you will be able to control your fate tonight….

Psycho: Your fate as well if I’m not mistaken.

The sneaky way in which he worked that statement in there, as well as the demented method in which it was uttered slightly unhinges Killjoy, but he shakes it off and continues.

Killjoy: True. But the fact of the matter is, we’re going to control what happens out there tonight, we’re going to have fate in one set of hands, and the Tag Team titles in the other. That is of course if I can trust you to unwedge your head from your ass.

Strangely Psycho feels better after hearing this, his grasp on reality returning as he slowly stands up.

Psycho: I’m sure I’ll be reliable out there Deakin. Because no matter how far from sanity I’ve lapsed, I never lose sight of my goals in that ring. And after this evening, I’ll show you that I no longer need your constant lectures, and your advice….

His finger digs into Killjoy’s sternum as the former World Champion looks down at it in a conflicted state.

Psycho: Because I’ll prove that I can stand on my own, that I’m ready to untangle myself from all these forced alliances. I’ll win this match singled handedly if I have to in order to prove that I’m not a puppet on a string…

Although supporting his partner, Killjoy doesn’t quite like the sound of that last statement.

Psycho: More gold will be added to this waist, and I’ll be heading to Paranoia V to realize my dream of once again becoming World Heavyweight CHAMPION! And I’m not doing it for AWOL, I’m not doing it for you, Deakin, what I do tonight, I do for PSYCHO. For once, my accomplishment won’t be jaded either.

Killjoy lowers his head and rubs at his chin.

Killjoy: Good, I’m glad to hear that your now so confident Isaac, but I’m afraid I might have to put a kibosh on your plans. There’s no doubt we’ll be walking out of here with the Tag Team titles, but my assistance, my guidance ends when there’s a shot at the World Heavyweight title on the line. I’ll stand beside you Psycho, but you better believe I’ll stand in your way when it comes to being number one contender.

Psycho grins maniacally.

Psycho: I wouldn’t have it any other way, old friend.

His truly demented eyes lock on Killjoy who nods with a grin as he strolls gingerly out of the dressing room. Psycho slips his hand down the glistening plate of his championship when he suddenly hears a chuckle emanating from behind him. The Sadistic One turns and glares into the shadows that still persist in the room, the darkness gone untouched by the light. He squints his eyes and can make out a figure amongst the ebony, the twinkling eyes of the returning Riggs. He is seated in the very corner of the room, having watched all of this unfold as Psycho gives him a bothered look and slowly begins to back out of the dressing room. The camera turns towards the demonically chuckling Riggs, his presence going unexplained.

KINGDOM CO…ERM, GONE?

Johnny Kingdom stands at the forefront of a long line of security personal, a focused, straight forward glare taking hold of his face. There seems to be no emotion in his eyes and no deviation in his behavior as he moves towards the exit to the building, still being followed by a human wall of security guards clad in riot gear, everyone of them clutching batons which they bat threateningly against the palms of their hands. They seem to be just waiting for Kingdom to step out of line as the former World Champion continues to move towards the exit to the building.

Well, well, look what the cat dragged in and coughed up…

The Team Leader and longest reigning World Heavyweight Champion in ULW history stops abruptly and transfers his gaze towards Sallie and Krissie. A negative response emits from the crowd as a response as the lovely lasses step forward with their arms wrapped about each other’s waists, blocking him from reaching the exit which is just behind their backs. As they get within arms length Johnny rolls his eyes and retrieve a marker from his pocket, lifting it into the air.

Johnny: Okay, which one do you want me to sign?

In irritation he moves the market towards their cleavage before they cover themselves and become outraged.

Sallie: We’re not groupies you perv….

Johnny acts somewhat stunned by this information.

Kingdom: Well, you sure are wearing the necessary uniform.

This response enrages Sallie while looking down at her dress, which is quite revealing. Before she can respond Krissie places her hand on her friend’s shoulder, calming her down.

Krissie: Johnny, you know damn well who we are. We work personally for the Boss, which makes us your superior.

Johnny blinks his eyes awkwardly, acting as if he’s not threatened by this revelation even in the slightest.

Kingdom: Superior? Maybe in cup size.

Krissie bites her lower lip and clinches her fist but now Sallie holds her at bay, placing her hands to her shoulders and holding her at bay.

Sallie: Johnny, you might think your cute…

Kingdom: Think?

Sallie: Okay, you know, but there’s something we know as well…

Johnny: There’s a shock.

Sallie and Krissie’s private security force move towards Kingdom in a menacing manner but Johnny maintains a smug grin.

Krissie: Enough Johnny, believe me, you want to hear what we have to say.

Feigning interest Kingdom crosses his arms over his chest and tilts his head to the side, growing impatient.

Kingdom: I’m all ears.

Sallie: Good, because unlike tonight we’re going to let you into the Manhattan Center on the next Riot! with no restrictions, to officially step back into the ring and compete in your first one on one match in almost a year.

This piece of news doesn’t particularly excite the Team Leader even in the slightest.

Kingdom: And why do you think I’d have any interest in doing that, if it’s not against Silencer? My return is on my terms.

Krissie: That’s understandable Johnny, but you’re not going to be able to turn down the opportunity to compete on the next Riot! because Sallie and I are going to be in that ring two weeks from now to make you an offer you simply cannot refuse.

Johnny rears his head and runs his hand down his broad jaw.

Kingdom: That’s certainly debatable.

He now forces his way through both women and moves quickly in the direction of the exit as Sallie and Krissie watch him walk away. He passes through the exit and into the streets of Osaka Japan. The camera turns to catch the smiling faces of both Sallie and Krissie, who clearly have something diabolical in store for the next Riot! while flanked by their private security force.

RIGGS VS. DENILE PARTIS

The camera comes back to the puzzled features of both Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne, but let’s face it, it doesn’t take much to get them confused.

Dan: What kind of deal is Sallie and Krissie pitching to Johnny Kingdom backstage?

Mayne: It can’t be good, especially for Kingdom, but the prospect of seeing him back in an IWC ring is promising.

Douglas: I don’t know about that, but it’s still huge nevertheless.

The arena drops into total darkness, the piano intro to“The Sacrament” by HIM begins to play and smoke appears in the entrance way. As the songs kicks in purple lights come on and Riggs comes walking out from the smoke. He stands on the rampway for a few seconds and throws one arm into the air before making his down to the ring.

Dan: Changing gears here….

Mayne: Why do you keep using that God awful saying? Can you not deviate just once?

Douglas: I’m afraid my dialogue must be as one dimensional as your character Billy. But as I was saying, we’re getting back into in ring action yet again as the returning Riggs is about to face off with another returning star in Denile Partis.

Riggs rolls under the ropes into the ring then rises to his feet slowly, remaining crouched forward. He moves towards the cables and steps up onto the middle one, grabbing hold of the top rope and leaning over it slightly to glare at the screaming fans.

Billy: Well, he had an impressive run last time we saw him, lasting insanely long in the 2007 Rumble Bash, then Saul tried to kill him and we haven’t seen him since.

Dan: Riggs has a lot of personal demons Dan.

Mayne: Voyeurism being one of them, considering he was just backstage watching Psycho and Killjoy, and if your going to peep in on anything, that be the last sight I’d want to see.

The lights throughout the Kyocera Dome and the song Save us begins to play as the lights begin to slowly flicker back on the spot light hits upon the entrance and Denile begins to walk down towards the ring looking around in a confused state of awe and anticipation. Denile rolls under the bottom rope and moves around the ring getting ready for his fight before finally spotting Riggs crouched in one of the corners. He tilts and twists his head to observe the oddly painted individual, perhaps trying to figure out rather he’s real or not.

Dan: And here’s another man who is no stranger to the IWC ring. He’s made numerous appearances in the past, but is looking to make IWC his home in 2008.

Mayne: This guy doesn’t know where his home is? He’s loonier than Margot Kidder. He’s crazier than Martin Lawrence during a heat wave. There’s no telling what he’s going to do, hell, I don’t even think he knows where he is right now.

Douglas: I’m sure Partis is a little more focused than usual this evening.

The darkly shaded eyes of Riggs observe every confused movement from his opponent, who stumbles and staggers around the ring with clear confliction in his eyes. It almost appears that Partis is unaware of how he got in the ring, but now finds his gaze drawn to the painted, titled features of the other individual making their in return here tonight. The bell sounds as both individuals move forward slowly, contemplatively. Riggs twists his head back and forth, getting himself physically prepared while Denile begins to wonder about then finally lifts his arms into the air, imploring his opponent to lock up with him. Riggs crouches while approaching Partis then lunges forward, both men finding themselves locked up in the collar elbow, which seems to be some kind of theme tonight. Just as quickly as they lock up Partis swings around under the arm of his opponent, applying an arm ringer submission. As a result Riggs is doubled over forward, slapping on his shoulder in an attempt to free himself. Finally he falls away from Partis, as a result pulling him down into an arm drag of sorts as he tries to keep hold of the wrist. However, Partis has the agility to land on top of his head, nipping up off of it right onto his feet.

Douglas: Nice agility just displayed by Partis.

Mayne: How did he do that? The guy barely knows where he is half the time. He probably thinks he’s still in Japan, or China, or wherever it is he’s enamored with.

Partis rushes into the ropes and bounces off of them, coming back in at Riggs who quickly rolls towards him causing his opponent to have to cartwheel over his body. Right in mid-cartwheel though, Denile catches hold of one of Riggs’ arms, dropping to his knees at his side then beginning to twist it forward as he stands. The crowd cheers at the sight of the quick clever counter into this submission predicament as Riggs tries to rise to his feet yet finds himself doubled forward in this hold. Partis steps behind the arm and delivers a quick European like Uppercut to the bicep then pulls down on the wrist violently, trying to inflict some damage on the internal muscles, attempting to strain them as much as possible. Riggs is struggling against this though, attempting to come up with some type of clever counter when he seemingly finds one. He extends his leg out to his side and hooks his foot around behind Denile’s knee, lifting up on it and as this causing him to tumble backwards onto the canvas. He keeps hold of the wrist though, pulling Riggs down with him only to have his opponent twist so that he lands on top of Partis’ sternum, pinning him to the canvas.

Partis kicks out by turning away from his opponent yet pulling down on his arm. As a result Riggs is flipped over forward, landing on his back with Denile rising to his knee at his side, applying an arm lock at this point.

Mayne: God, Partis just won’t let go of that arm, he’s like a tick with his head embedded. I hate ticks, any parasites really.

Douglas: Which I imagine makes things difficult when you try to look in the mirror.

Billy: I don’t get it, but oh well, chances are I don’t want to anyway.

Partis presses down on the shoulder of Riggs while dragging on his arm, inflicting a lot of punishment with this hold. Riggs lifts his knees into the air though and begins to rock back and forth with his body before finally building up enough momentum to nip up off of his spine and onto his feet. He is still bent over backwards though, dropping down sideways in the opposite direction of his opponent, pulling him over into a modified arm drag as Partis again tries to keep hold of the arm. However, as he’s flipped over Riggs he is able to maintain the grasp on his arm, dragging the painted competitor right over back into the arm lock submission. The fans are stunned by this technical precision being shown by a man with so many glaring mental obscurities, yet when he’s in the ring he almost appears to be a completely different person. No matter how much force he puts into the submission Riggs will not allow himself to be disgraced or disheartened, instead beginning to push himself in reverse over onto the back of his shoulders. His feet are lifted into the air and buried right to the jaw of Partis, kicking him in reverse and as thus causing him to break the submission.

Denile crashes to the canvas across his spine, rolling quickly to his feet though while Riggs does the same. He steps forward and throws a punch at Partis who times things perfectly so that he can avoid the jab, moving behind the arm and taking hold of it. Riggs immediately falls to his knees as Partis tries to lock in another arm lock, stepping over his bicep in his attempt. The quick thinking Riggs reaches out and takes hold of the front of Denile’s ankle, lifting up it and pulling back. As a result Partris trips forward, crashing into the canvas, Riggs quickly standing up and jumping forward so that he straddles his opposition’s upper back. He takes him around the chin, pulling him up into a quick camel clutch that gets some cheers from the fans, many of those still fondly recalling his past exploits in the ULW.

Dan: A nice counter by Riggs, it appears that both of these men, despite not having been in the ring for a long while, haven’t missed a step.

Mayne: This is madness, neither of these two should be wrestling this well, they should be old out of shape fatasses, desperately clinging to their last dwindling moments of popularity, just like you Dan.

Denile grits his teeth as his jaw is pulled back on repeatedly by Riggs, who overlooks the fans with dementia prevalent in his ghostly eyes. Partis begins to struggle his way out of this hold though, beginning to actually slip backwards on his knees between the legs of his opposition. Riggs tries to hold on by reaching through his legs, his hands slipping off of Partis’ chin who quickly stands up behind his opposition. He grabs hold of both of Riggs’ hands which are now stuck under his posterior and lifts up on them. As a result Riggs is sent flipping forward and crashing onto his back with Partis still holding onto one of wrists, dropping down at his side and establishing the arm lock yet again. Some of the fans cheer this dazzling technical display as Partis smirks ever so slightly, perhaps deriving some joy out of having his opposition grounded.

Riggs refuses to stay down for long though, immediately trying to separate himself from the determined Partis. He rolls over backwards, forcing Denile to stand up and alter the submission in an arm wringer at this point, twisting at the wrist of his opposition who drops forward onto the top of his head. Riggs nips up off of it and onto his feet, turning to face Partis then swinging his body around under his own arm as well as Denile’s. He pulls his wrist free with this spin that concludes with a hard back heel kick right to his opposition’s sternum. Partis is bent forward as a result, reaching for his ribs when Riggs turns his spine towards him and locks on a side headlock submission hold. A mixed response emanates from the fans as Riggs twists and grinds against the cranium of his opposition who is trying his best to escape this predicament. He somehow is able to use his remaining strength to push Riggs forward into the ropes, freeing his head then dropping down to the canvas across his chest and stomach. It’s obvious that he’s trying to force Riggs to have to leap over him only to have his opposition jump down at his head. Riggs catches Denile around the neck while rolling over top of his cranium, across the back of his shoulders on the canvas. He pulls Partis off the ring and into a roll as well, only to have him end up on his chest and stomach trapped yet again in the side headlock submission.

Douglas: Now Riggs is showing how pugnacious he can be with these holds.

Mayne: I’d like them to do something interesting besides constantly countering each other please. Lord knows I’ve taken enough naps tonight, I don’t need to be lulled into another one.

Cheers emanate from the crowd at the sight of that quick, timely counter by Riggs who rises to his knee in order to get a better grasp on his opposition. Partis is rising to his feet, getting his legs beneath him then suddenly twisting his body and escaping the hold, his back pressing to his opponent’s spine. He takes hold of both of his arms and pulls Riggs down into a back slide pin, the crowd wailing as a result.

Riggs kicks out, rolling over backwards onto his feet and then stepping forward in the direction of Partis who catches him with a quick small package. Again the crowd is screaming as referee Wright drops to make the count.

Riggs kicks out, turning away from his opponent in the process but reaching out and catching him around the neck as he tries to get up. The fans find themselves shocked yet again at the sight of Riggs clamping on the side headlock submission, showing to Partis that he can focus on a body part just as relentlessly. It seems to be irritating Partis who begins to stand up as quickly as humanly capable. As soon as both men reach their feet Denile buries his shoulder into Riggs’ spine and charges him forward at one of the turnbuckles, hoping to drive him sternum first directly into it. However, Riggs has other ideas, and instead opts to step up the turnbuckle, reaching the top one and then flipping over Denile’s shoulder in reverse. He lands on his feet right behind Partis who spins around, walking directly into a spinning shin kick right to the sternum. The block knocks Partis in reverse, sending him crashing posterior first against the turnbuckle in a seated position.

Dan: A hard kick from Riggs, makes good usage of his legs.

Mayne: So does Stacy Kiebler, but I think she proved you can’t make your career off of them. Or did she?

Riggs now rushes forward and jumps into the air, connecting with a front dropkick right to Partis’ sternum, resulting in a groan from the crowd. Riggs now rolls over in reverse onto his feet as Denile covers his sternum with both arms, and takes hold of his legs. He now tries to drag Partis out of the corner in order to perhaps get him into a pinning predicament only to have Denile keep hold of the middle rope, resisting this tugging on his body. This only inspires Riggs to pull harder and for Denile to reach up, wrapping his hands around the top rope. His entire body is now elevated into the air and off of the canvas, his hands gripping the top rope and his legs gripped by Riggs who gives them one final tug. As a result Denile’s hands break free from the top rope and he flips over backwards landing right on his feet. As soon as he lands Riggs jumps into the air, wedging his feet against Partis’ ribs then dropping backwards. He monkey flips Partis through the air, sending him catching some great height only to land on the canvas feet first to the surprise of many. He then charges forward while Riggs rolls in reverse onto his feet in the center of the ring. He turns around as Partis jumps into the air, landing on the middle rope, springing off of it then twisting as he comes down right on top of Riggs’ shoulder, pulling him around into a devastating tornado DDT. The crowd puts their hands together over the quick counters just displayed by both men, Riggs’ skull colliding with force against the canvas before he flips over onto his back, completely laid out at this point.

Partis turns onto his knees then crawls into the cover, wedging his forearm against the side of Riggs’ face.

Riggs is able to kick out in the nick of time, narrowly avoiding defeat here in his return match. A rather surprised and angered Partis takes hold of Riggs’ hair, rolling him to his knees then driving his elbow over the back of his head several times. Denile then delivers a forearm shiver to the side of his face, followed by another elbow to the back of the cranium, really working him over aggressively. He then charges into the ropes spine first, bouncing off of them and rushing forward into a violent front dropkick right to the side of Riggs’ cranium. The sound echoes throughout the arena while Riggs rolls onto his back, lying there motionless in an incredible dazed state. Partis rolls across the canvas and under the ropes onto the apron, getting to his feet then springing to the top rope with a nimble display. He springs off of it and flies through the air, coming down head first right into Riggs’ sternum. Another mixed reaction escalates from the crowd as the painted figure’s body kicks up into the air as a result of this collision, Partis lying on top of his sternum yet again.

Riggs is able to get his shoulder up in time, avoiding defeat by just moments.

Mayne: Oh come on, you mean to tell me after being out of the ring for so long, Riggs is able to kick out of even THAT!?!

Dan: He’s still got a lot of fight in his veins Billy, no matter how long he’s been on the shelf. He’s still fighting in this match even after all those impressive moves he was just hit with.

Although a little flustered Partis doesn’t lose his focus, shockingly. He pushes Riggs up onto his seat and applies an seated abdominal stretch on him. Riggs is in a great deal of pain as a result, yet he tries not to let it show through any physical alterations in his features. Instead he just tries to fight his way free, devoting all of his energy, all of his potential into struggling his way upwards. Partis almost has him completely shut down however, putting further and further emphasis into his hold, grinding his teeth and flaring his nostrils in the process. Many of the fans are slapping the barricades as well as stomping their feet in an attempt to motivate Riggs.

Billy: Would you fans shut up? Your only making this worse by prolonging it.

Dan: Much like myself they want to see this contest continue and see if these two can continue to impress them.

With vigor in his shadowy eyes Riggs begins to rise to his feet, forcing himself upward ever so slowly with every ounce of fight that remains in his veins. He finally begins to force himself to his feet with Partis standing up behind him, still clamped onto his body with the abdominal stretch, his features twisting with hostility. Suddenly Riggs is able to turn his body, slipping his arm free from the stretch, bending forward and wrapping it around Partis’ knee. Before Denile can respond he is hoisted into the air, Riggs dropping back into a huge flapjack. The crowd responds with cheers at the sight of this as Denile crashes into the canvas face first, Riggs landing on his back at his side, taking deep, languished, exasperated breaths.

Douglas: Riggs with a unique counter out of the abdominal stretch!

Mayne: Why does everything have to be unique in these matches? Can’t someone just do something standard for once?

Dan: If it’s any consolation, I’ve always considered your commentary to be horribly standard.

Billy: Thanks. That was a compliment right?

The fans are still cheering as both individuals begin to force themselves upwards, their bodies equally as spent thanks to this quick back and forth battle they’ve waged against one another thus far. Although tired they both rise when Denile spins and decks Riggs to his face, who was standing up a little more slowly. Partis steps forward and cracks his jaw with another closed fist, almost sending his opponent tumbling to the canvas. Somehow he remains upright just long enough for Denile to kick him to the gut, wrapping his arm around his neck in position for the Roses (Twist of Fate). As he is about to deliver this finishing move, Riggs places his hands to Partis’ ribs and hoists him up into the air before pushing him off his palms. Partis flies backwards and comes crashing down face first into the canvas, his body as straight as a board while Riggs falls to his knees in front of him. Partis crashes off of the canvas and bounces up to his knees as a result, Riggs quickly getting up in front of him. He slaps his shin and rushes forward at the kneeling Partis, going for the shinning wizard but missing when Denile ducks his head in the nick of time. Riggs lands on his feet behind Partis in a state of shock, Denile standing up behind him and taking him around the back of the neck, setting up perhaps for a reverse neckbreaker. Riggs won’t let this transpire with ease though as he is able to squirm his head free, slipping down his back and landing on his spine behind Partis. He reaches up and takes him around the waist, dragging Denile down into a sunset flip for the pin.

Partis is able to kick out, rolling over backwards onto his knees as Riggs does the same. He just reaches his feet then charges forward at the kneeling Denile, jumping forward into the shinning wizard. The crowd reacts with loud cheers as Partis is knocked onto his spine, Riggs landing beside him then turning into a quick cover.

Somehow Denile is able to kick out with mere seconds to spare, the crowd unleashing an exasperated squeal as a result.

Dan: Riggs with the shinning wizard yet it still wasn’t enough to put Denile Partis down and out.

Mayne: COME ON!

The fans are still expressing their mixture of feelings over that kick out as Riggs slowly rises to his feet and takes hold of Denile’s hair, trying to force his dazed opponent to his feet. As soon as he stands up, Riggs meets him with a boot to the gut then hoists him up onto his shoulder for the Hopscotch. Just as he is about to hit it Denile slips over top of his shoulder and lands on his feet behind Riggs who quickly spins around to face him. Partis delivers a step up enzugari delivered directly to his opponent’s face, yet somehow he doesn’t go down, somehow Riggs remains upright. Denile rises to his feet with great quickness, meeting Riggs to the gut with a hard kick that doubles him over. Partis now places him in a front chancery while extending his other arm out to his side, signaling for the Roses (Twist of Fate). He swings around with his arm and catches Riggs around the neck, about to finish him off. To the shock of many Riggs pulls his head free though, taking Denile around the neck and dropping down into a layout reverse DDT. The entire arena is going nuts over what they just witnessed, unable to believe that amazing counter that Riggs just delivered to avoid the Roses. He rises to his feet, staggering backwards into the turnbuckle and falling spine first against it while sweat cascades down his exhausted frame, his paint melting from his face in the process. He acrobatically pulls himself up the turnbuckle in reverse, flipping up onto his seat on the very top rope. Riggs reaches the top rope and now takes flight, soaring through the air into a huge frog splash that connects with nothing but canvas, Denile having rolled out of the way in the very nick of time. Riggs pushes himself up onto his elbows and knees, favoring his mid-section as Partis steps to his side and jumps over his back. He catches Riggs around the neck and thigh, pulling him over onto the back of his shoulders into a Mahistrial Cradle. The referee drops down and makes the count, unaware that Denile is reaching out and grabbing hold of the middle rope for further leverage.

The crowd is stunned as Partis has just defeated Riggs, albeit through rather scrupulous circumstances.

Billy: Partis has done it, he’s DONE IT! He caught Riggs with a roll up after that missed frog splash!

Douglas: Of course he had his hands all over the ropes! What a controversy ending to a great one on one match between these two.

Mayne: Do you expect one match in the IWC to end without some degree of controversy? This isn’t wonderland, where all your dreams come to fruition.

Riggs kicks out a second too late, sitting up with disbelief clouding his exhausted features, which mixes with outrage as Denile rolls across the ring in the direction of one of the turnbuckles. He grabs hold of the official who he uses to assist himself to his feet, yet can’t stand on his own even as his arm is lifted in victory. He trips over his own ankles and tumbles backwards into the turnbuckle, leaning on it for support as sweat races down his very battered, tired frame.

Douglas: Despite the way he won this match, we’ve witnessed yet another very back and forth battle tonight on a show that has been chalk full of incredible in ring action.

Mayne: I’m surprised Partis even knew the ropes were there to grab, usually he doesn’t even know he’s competing in the ring, or which city he’s in.

Partis continues to lean against the apron for support as the official steps out of the way, spotting Riggs moving towards his opponent in a truly threatening manner. Partis doesn’t look like he has the power to defend himself, lifting his clinched fists into the air nevertheless, preparing for a continuation to this struggle. His body may be exhausted from head to toe but he’s ready for another fight as Riggs continues to approach him threateningly, cocking his own fist in reverse. He suddenly extends his open palm out in the direction of Partis, who appears truly confused by this, glaring down into the hand of the man he just picked up a jaded win against. The Japanese crowd cheers at this showing of respect as Partis smiles and lifts his own hand into the air, wrapping it around Riggs’. This gets a louder ovation as Riggs and Denile glare into each other’s eyes oddly, the painted force patting Partis on his shoulder then vacating the ring.

Douglas: What a competitive match these two returning stars just had on what has thus far been a big night of in ring action here in Osaka Japan. And we want to thank Osaka for welcoming us to Japan and providing a tremendous atmosphere here tonight. Speaking of Osaka, I understand we have a video recorded earlier today with Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed, exploring this fabled city.

Mayne: I’m surprised Sallie and Krissie would let 3N send in anything they themselves recorded.

OSAKA

The previously recorded footage begins to play and immediately displays one Orlando Cruze standing on top of a hill and wearing a smirk on his face. The Osaka crowd cheers accordingly at the sight of just one of the challengers for the Tag Team Titles here tonight, just one of the numerous individuals who will fight for a shot at the World Heavyweight title come time for Paranoia V. Their cheer is intensified at the sight of the Osaka landmark positioned behind him, the great Osaka Castle.

Orlando Cruze: You know, it’s not usual for Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed to be in the Land of the Rising Sun. Hell, pretty much the only locations we frequent are the ones with happy hours. But since we’re in Japan, we couldn’t pass up the opportunity to take in some of the sights.

A huffing and wheezing Nathan Creed staggers his way up the hill behind his partner, sweating profusely while doubling over. He almost loses his footing while stepping to Cruze’s side, slapping his hand on his shoulder to keep himself upright, breathing hard in the process.

Nathan: You….didn’t…. tell me …. There be any fucking hiking.

Sweat is swiped from his forehead while Orlando shakes his head and pretends as if he didn’t hear his partner’s griping.

Cruze: You’ll have to excuse Nathan, he hasn’t been out very much lately. He’s mostly been recuperating in fact from the assault upon him on the last Riot!, at the hands of two individuals we’ll take great joy in relieving of the Tag Team Titles tonight. It will be just another LANDMARK moment in Osaka history.

Nathan: Where?

Orlando hates being interrupted but turns towards his partner and explains.

Orlando: Uh, Osaka Japan, where we’re at right now.

Astonishment sweeps over Creed’s features.

Creed: WE’RE IN JAPAN? They do have bars here right?

Cruze lowers his head and shakes it sadly. The video now switches to both Creed & Cruze walking side by side down a street with a wooded area beside them. All the while Nathan munches on a granola bar to replenish his energy.

Cruze: There’s lots of stuff to see in Osaka, just like there’s plenty of different perceptions and distortions of reality going into this match tonight. There are almost as many landmarks in this glorious city as there are different motivations for the talent involved in the gauntlet. And by talent, I mean Nathan and I, as I’m unaware of what you could call the rest of the hopeless dreamers crammed into this contest.

Nathan: Jackasses?

Cruze thinks about it for a moment with his head lowered and his fingers lifted to his chin.

Orlando: That’s a pretty accurate assessment, actually.

Both men nod in agreement as they now step in front of the archway to what appears to be some type of shrine, concrete pillars erected at their opposite sides.

Nathan: Here we are at Sanko Shrine, rumored to be connected with Osaka Castle so naturally it was next our stop. Why do I feel like I’m on the Travel Channel and I have no soul?

Orlando: You’re not on the Travel Channel, and as for a soul, I’m not sure you had one in the first place.

Creed is scorned by that comment but shakes his head and continues.

Nathan: This is the place where one could practice their religious traditions for centuries, plus they’ve got a lot of really cool Samurai statues.

Orlando: All though that IS extremely cool, go on with your point.

Nathan tries to recall what it was before snapping his fingers and progressing.

Creed: Oh yeah. A lot of different ideologies have clashed here, just like tonight in the gauntlet for the Tag Title gold, but in the end people always found a way to coexist in the guise of faith. And faith is what we are riding on here at Redemption Roe tonight. Our talent has brought us this far, and now we believe destiny is upon us, that this is our moment to step up and reclaim what should be ours.

Orlando: After being deprived of what we want the most, after having our hopes, our dreams, our ambitions crushed we can’t fail again, and just like this shrine has inspired so many, this gauntlet serves as our inspiration to put it all on the line. We’re inspired to leave it all in that ring tonight so that we finally emerge with the Tag Team Titles around our waists.

Nathan dramatically bites off another chunk of his granola bar to emphasize his partner’s comment. Again the footage switches from the Shrine to another fabled Osaka landmark, the Shitenno-ji Buddhist Temple, Nathan looking up at its multilayered tower in astonishment. His jaw hangs slightly open as he rubs at it slowly, as if truly shocked. He and Orlando move down the pavement in front of it, captured in the shadows of the tower.

Nathan: I didn’t know we were in Hollywood.

Orlando becomes agitated with his partner, sighing and slapping his palm over his face.

Orlando: This is not that Chinese Roman theater place in Hollywood, Nathan, we’re still in Japan. This is the Shitenno-ji Temple.

For some reason Creed snickers, trying to refrain from laughter until his partner is forced to ask what’s so humorous.

Orlando: What’s so damned funny?

Nathan: Hehehe, say the first part of the temple’s name again.

Orlando: What, “shit…”

Before he can get it all the way out Orlando stops himself, humiliation setting into his eyes while Nathan is slapping his knees laughing hysterically.

Cruze: Oh grow up.

Orlando tries to become serious again while turning back to face the camera.

Orlando: What you see behind us is the oldest administered temple in all of Osaka. This place has been around to see some very memorable things. Wars, the reigns of numerous emperors, cultural revolutions, and tonight, it will be around for just one more incredible sight, it will be here to see Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze standing tall with the Tag Team Titles raised high in the air while the bodies of the Alpha Generation, Pat Evans & Aurora Rose, Psycho & Killjoy and any other team that crosses our paths tonight lye at our feet.

Creed nods in agreement with his partner.

Creed: This place has stood through some pretty turbulent times, just like my partner and I. We’ve withstood the sands of time just like this temple, we’ve overcome the wear and tear and we’ve persisted, we’ve yet to be taken down. At Redemption Roe, when the Tag Titles are on the line, it’s going to be nothing different. Anything and everything can be thrown at us, but we’ll still be standing. Mark my words, here in Osaka Japan, Cruze & Creed, 3N will not be destroyed.

Orlando: And are legacy will not fade away, it will only raise in prestige.

Nathan and Orlando seem content with leaving it at that before the Icon raises his finger into the air.

Cruze: We just want to venture to one more place here in Osa….

Nathan: That’s all well and good, lord knows I love Osaka, but if it’s a place that doesn’t serve cheap imported booze then I’m not interested.

Orlando rolls his eyes and glances at his watch.

Orlando: Oh well, I guess we could have been using this time in a much wiser manner, by actually training for the match in a few hours.

After this statement is made Creed glares at his partner, blinking his eyes awkwardly.

Nathan: Am I ever going to get drunk today?

CHRISTIAN SAVIOR © VS. SCOTT-GRAY HARRIS

The camera cuts back to the somewhat disgusted features of Billy Mayne, glaring across the table into the features of his commentary colleague, Douglas wearing a grin on his face.

Mayne: How can you find any of this funny? You’ve got Jon Rich & Robin Brooks hijacking interviews, you’ve got Fully Loaded singing the praises of Godzilla, and now you’ve got Orlando and Nathan acting like their Osaka tour guides. Who cares if we’re in a foreign country, it doesn’t mean I have to learn anything new or interesting about it. Every time I take a trip I just sit in my hotel room watch pornos and drink a bottle of Tequilla.

Douglas: Well the rest of us aren’t as culturally ignorant Billy, and at least we know what everyone’s opinions are thus far on the big match of the evening, the gauntlet affair tonight.

Mayne: They’re opinions are that they’re going to win, it’s that simple, why do they need all the dramatics to say that?

The sound of a music track being slowed down gently to a stop suddenly comes over the speakers as the fans stand up and look up the ramp, the cocky smile of Scott Gray Harris appearing on the big screen, his video playing. Suddenly the music starts up with a gritty heavy bass chord pouring through the fans, a mixed reaction for the confident young actor/wrestler begins to echo through the fans before suddenly drums and the guitar smash into the music kicking the music straight into the chorus of the song with an explosive affect!

"Come on take it away!! Come on take it away now!"

A shot of pyro explodes from the stage as the curtains pull apart and Scott Gray Harris slowly walks out, shades covering his eyes and his arms egotistically held out to his sides, the infamous Gray grin across his expression, cheers are echoing out more then boos at this point as Scott just pulls the side of his large fur jacket out to the opening up a clear shot toward his midsection, what he calls, the billionaires body. On this occasion his perfect abdomen is distorted though thanks to the presence of layers upon layers of bandaging, present in large part thanks to the spears he’s received from Savior over the past couple of weeks. A number of ladies just bite the bottom lip toward this as he shows maybe the best figure in the business while slowly walking down the ramp, he walks close to a beautiful woman in the crowd letting her gently touch his abdomen before giving her a wink and turning with a run to the ring, as he gets there he slides under the bottom rope and just turns to the near turnbuckle and climbs to the middle rope before removing the jacket to show his toned, tanned, muscular upper body in all its glory, many women whistling at him from all around, while a general boo echoes toward him and his unpopular attitude.

Douglas: And this big payper-view experience continues with Scott Gray-Harris seconds away from challenging for the X-Class Championship.

Mayne: He doesn’t look like he’s in any type of shape for a title match, especially against the likes of Christian Savior.

Dan: That injured mid-section is a big bullseye for his respective opponents, and Savior will certainly look to exploit it here tonight.

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The crowd starts booing as the countdown continues, as it signifies the arrival of a certain superstar. Their jeers quiet as the countdown reaches, Scott slouching forward in the ring with his hand over his mid-section, glaring furiously in the direction of the entry way.

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You think you know me?!

There is a blinding explosion as "Coming Home" by Alter Bridge blares throughout the stadium. As the smoke clears, there is a figure standing with his back to the audience, his arms outstretched.

So I'm coming home
Lost on a road I don't belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own

So I'm coming home
Back to a world left long ago
And now I know
I'm coming home
I'll find my way back
I'm letting go
I'm coming home

Spinning around, the figure reveals himself to be Christian Savior, wearing his black pants and phoenix-logo shirt, along with a long black trenchcoat. Also adorning his frame is the X-Class Championship belt, glistening brightly about his waist. Looking around, a smirk soon graces his lips as the audience boos.

As I peel away
All the years of pain
I discovered what's been all along
You were so right
I was so wrong

Every shooting star
They all fall so hard
They all fade like a played out song
Now is the time
Before all is lost

I'm coming home
I'm coming home

So I'm coming home
Lost on a road I don't belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own
I'm coming home

Slowly, Savior makes his way down the ring, ignoring what words are being shouted by the audience. He removes his X-Class title and thrusts it over his shoulder while Scott beams a menacing glare in his direction.

Rushing back to me
As the city sleeps
So afraid of what I will find

Memories they haunt
From deep inside

Sliding into the ring, Savior looks around for a few moments before getting to his feet. Slowly, he crosses his arms against his chest after handing his title to the official.

Every broken man
Comes to understand
that he'll never find paradise
When all that he wants
Was there all the time

I'm coming home
I'm coming home

Suddenly, Savior separates his arms as the cry of the phoenix is heard.

So I'm coming home
Lost on a road I don't belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own

So I'm coming home
Back to a world left long ago
And now I know
I'm coming home
I'll find my way back
I'm letting go
I'm coming home

Mayne: And here is the X-Class Champion, the greatest title holder ever.

Douglas: He’s only had the belt for like two weeks.

Billy: Two of the greatest weeks of our lives Dan. Tonight, he also has the opportunity that Faust got earned earlier in the show. All he has to do tonight is end this thing with Harris emphatically and he’ll get any match he wants next week.

Dan: Why must AWOL be so repetitious?

Mayne: Cause, just like Savior, he doesn’t give a damn.

Scott Gray-Harris grips at his ribs which are heavily taped up, as well as the bandage placed over his eye, in a very battered condition still after the numerous assaults upon him over the past few weeks. Savior stands with his back pressed to the corner, eyeing Scott closely with twisted delight, realizing that he’s still banged up after all those spears he’s endured over the past few weeks. The bell chimes, getting this contest officially underway.

Douglas: And we’re off, Savior vs. Harris for the X-Class Championship right here and right now.

Mayne: It will end before you can pass your flatulence Dan, Harris is no condition whatsoever to compete against Christian. An elderly Barbara Bush would probably be a bigger challenge for Savior, not to mention much more seductive.

Dan: I can see now why your not permitted to attend retirement homes.

Both the champion and the challenger emerge from their respective corners and begin to circle one another, Savior’s eyes locked on the taped ribs of his opponent, obviously plotting a malicious assault upon them. They finally begin to step forward and find themselves locking up in a classic collar elbow before Savior goes for a sneaky boot to the ribs. The distasteful, unclassy act is blocked by Harris who catches hold of his opponent’s ankle then pushes it away. Christian goes into a full spin, turning to face Harris who lays him out with a brutal knife edge chop right to the sternum. The fans respond with cheers as Christian crashes into the canvas then rises quickly to his feet, walking forward right into a European Uppercut to the jaw, followed by another one, then a third. The blows are staggering Savior backwards into the turnbuckle, his spine falling against it for support.

Mayne: Hey, gimps aren’t suppose to be dominating matches, they’re suppose to ride around in wheelchairs and complain about Vietnam.

Douglas: Harris avoiding a cheap shot from Savior and now just dominating him physically.

As Harris begins to step towards him Savior launches his boots up into the air and buries them against his opponent’s face. The strike causes Harris to begin staggering backwards while Christian crouches in the corner, stomping his feet and rushing forward for a forearm strike to his lower, taped up back. Just as he is about to hit it Scott lunges into the air, reverse leap frogging right over top of him. A surprised X-Class Champion rushes forward under his opponent, who lands gracefully on his feet behind his back. A shocked Savior turns when Harris kicks him to the gut and takes him by the wrist, whipping him right into the turnbuckle he just charged out of yet again. Savior turns, slapping against the turnbuckle spine first, his arms falling over the ropes while SGH turns and rushes forward. He jumps into the air, twisting his body into a big knee right to the Rising Phoenix’s mid-section, causing him to double over wincing in pain. Harris backs up out of the corner and now rushes forward once again, this time jumping into the air with a step up knee strike right to the features of his dazed opponent. He lands on his feet right in front of Savior then takes him around the back of the neck, setting him up in what looks like a bulldog position. The crowd begins to cheer yet again as he rushes out of the corner, pulling Savior along with him only to have his cunning opponent provide a last second counter. He stops cold in his tracks, freeing his head from the bulldog predicament while the Hollywood star staggers forward before him. Scott quickly turns and rushes at Christian who twists his body sideways in the direction of his charging opponent, catching him against his shoulders then hoisting him into the air. Before SGH has the chance to counter, he’s pushed into the air and pulled down into a lung blower right across both of his knees.

Douglas: Ahhh, Harris avoided the first attempts to target that injured mid-section, but he couldn’t keep it up.

Mayne: Savior is like a basset hound, he can smell out any injury, and then he changes into a Doberman, viciously assaulting his opponent’s weakness, then he becomes, um, ah, uhhh, a French Poodle….wait…

Dan: Please stop speaking. My ears are already bleeding enough.

After taking such a nasty collision to his ribs Harris is surprisingly still on his feet, doubled over with his arms crossed about his mid-section. Savior rolls away from him then rises to his feet and comes rushing forward, catching Harris across the chest and pushing him over backwards into a standing STO back breaker. The crowd cringes at the sight of yet another move targeting the banged up mid-section of Harris. The quick, and deadly Savior stands up straight, pulling Harris up to a vertical base as well since he was still draped over his knee. He quickly turns his body and buries his shoulder into Harris’ spine, hoisting him into the air then dropping in reverse with a devastating, vicious back drop suplex. Harris’ taped up mid-section collides gruesomely against the canvas while the champion rolls away from him, brimming with confidence. He is already swiping his palms against one another while rising to his feet and approaching the laid out SGH, placing his foot right on top of his sternum in an ever so cocky cover.

Despite being ravaged with pain Harris is able to get his shoulder up off of the canvas, kicking out with just a few moments left to spare. As a result of this kick out Savior rolls his eyes, agitated by this persistence. Therefore he quickly takes Scott by the hair, rolling him to his knees and slapping on a quick front chancery. He reaches out and hooks one of Scott’s arms as well, applying a very timely submission hold. He seems to be trying to wear down every inch of Harris who still has fight left in him despite the condition of his ribs. SGH is trying to force himself up to his feet while trapped in this hold, which is only locked on as a means to make his breathes even more labored than before. As soon as he gets up though, Savior breaks the front chancery and drags him forward into a hard knee lift right to the ribs. The strike doubles him over as Savior now slips around behind his back, connecting with a stiff forearm strike right over the back. Harris arches his spine and staggers forward a little only to have Savior hit a hard headbunt right to the side of his body this time, directly into the ribs.

Mayne: Savior is such a tactician, a thinking man’s champion.

Douglas: Yes, we know that from the fact that you’ve repeated it to the point where it’s become downright nauseating to hear.

Savior now steps around behind his opponent, trapping his mid-section in a tight, vice like reverse bearhug. He’s got it expertly applied, squeezing the very air from the lungs of his opposition, who stomps his foot and trying to find some method of escape. His eyes are now locked on the cables as he surprisingly begins to rush forward, dragging Christian along behind him into the ropes. Harris grabs the top one, wrapping his arms around it and pushing off with his spine, sending Savior dropping to the ring then rolling over backwards onto his feet. As soon as he stands up Harris springs to the second rope and flies over in reverse, connecting with a hard back elbow right to the sternum of the champion. Both men plummet to the canvas, rolling across it onto their feet with Harris surprisingly being the slower of the two giving his current physical condition. As soon as both men rise to their feet Harris rushes forward and jumps into the air, planting his chest and his arms into the face of his opposition, sending him crashing to the sternum yet again. Harris lands on his feet and staggers forward into the ropes, leaning against them for support. He waves Savior upwards, begging him to stand while continuing to utilize the cables as a crutch. Almost on cue Christian begins to rise to his feet, standing up slowly after taking that shot to the head when Harris comes barreling forward, looking for a mafia kick to his face. Christian is able to duck it and dive forward, taking hold of the back of his opposition’s pants and rolling him over in reverse with a school boy. Harris rolls out of the pinfall though, right over onto his feet in front of a now kneeling Savior. The crowd erupts as he charges forward and drills the X-Class Champion right to his features with a shinning wizard. The strike knocks the Rising Phoenix onto his back while SGH comes down beside him then dives into the cover.

To the despair of many Savior is able to get his shoulder up off of the canvas, ensuring that his title stays exactly where it is.

Douglas: Harris with a surprise counter into the shinning wizard. This guy is really growing by leaps and bounds in the ring over the past few months since his debut.

Mayne: Did that move win him the match? No, of course it didn’t. So let’s not start touting his abilities just yet, especially when he’s in there against the mastermind, the Omnipotent Opportunist, Christian Savior.

Dan: I swear, if you come up with one more moniker for him I’ll leave.

Billy: And this can be constituted as a threat how?

In a groggy state Savior begins to turn away from his reinvigorated opponent, who already has reached his feet despite gripping at his injured mid-section. With no hesitation he steps forward and takes the back of Christian’s head, launching a kick directly into his face which cause a loud echo to resonate throughout the arena. The fans express their shock over the stiffness of the kick which results in Savior remaining in a kneeling base, his eyes even more glazed over than before. SGH steps behind him and then surprisingly flips over sideways into a full revolution, hitting a corkscrew kick to the back of the X-Class Champion’s cranium. The reaction from the crowd is that of astonishment as Savior is sent tumbling forward into the ring, Harris rolling across it as well onto his elbows and knees yet still gripping at his battered mid-section.

Mayne: Stop all those kicks Scott, your not a Rockette, for one you don’t even have the nicely shaved legs.

After that last blow Savior appears to be completely unconscious, rolling across the canvas in the direction of the ropes, which are a constant source of salvation. He falls against them, trying to pull his body back up to his feet by gripping the middle cable as Harris pounces upon his dazed opponent. As Scott reaches down to take hold of his opponent’s hair Savior grabs SGH’s belt, dragging forward on it. Due to this tug Harris is sent flying through the ropes but having the wherewithal to twist his body and land on his feet on the outside mats. He balances himself out and only briefly grimaces while gripping at his mid-section, Savior quickly trying to stand up in the ring yet still reeling from those kicks delivered with deadly accuracy to his cranium. As soon as he stands up he takes hold of the top rope, looking ready to pull himself over them when Harris shows his cleverness by reaching under the cables and grabbing both of Savior’s ankles. He pulls up on them, causing Christian to trip over backwards and land on his spine, SGH quickly hopping to the apron while grimacing from the pain coursing through his abdomen. As soon as he stands up on the apron and grabs the top rope, Savior rises to his feet in the ring, stepping forward to connect with a blow to his face. Harris gets his forearm up, blocking the shot from occurring then pulling himself over the cables while twisting his body. The fans are shocked as Scott is able to turn in mid-air, wedging his shins against Savior’s chest then dropping to his back. He pulls Christian down face first into his knees, causing the Rising Phoenix to stand up with a very dazed glint in his eyes.

Douglas: Another agile move by Scot Gray-Harris, who is putting forth one hell of a fight despite the numerous injuries he’s sustained to his mid-section.

Mayne: It’s all going to be for nothing I hope you know, cause no Hollywood has-been is going to ruin Savior’s impeccable record.

Dan: How is he a has-been, he’s got a hit show.

Billy: It’s not a hit unless I watch it, and my time is already too predisposed with viewing My Name is Earl.

After connecting with the knees Savior staggers backwards into the turnbuckle, falling against it for support as his legs can no longer hold him up on their own. Harris rolls over backwards right onto his feet yet still grips at his ribs while rushing forward and jumping into the air. He drives both of his knees directly into Savior’s sternum yet again, this time with much more force. The crowd is cheering as Harris continues to dominate this match, dropping to his feet and backing up with his arms placed over his bandaged mid-section. Savior comes staggering out of the corner when Harris meets him to the ribs with a kick that doubles him over, Scott slipping through the ropes at his side. He balances himself on the apron and takes hold of the top rope then pulls himself over, looking for some type of huge move. As soon as his head is over the ropes and over the ring Savior shockingly jumps into the air, taking hold of it. The crowd screams as Harris is dragged back into the ring with a diamond cutter, his face slamming into the canvas while his body stands on top of it.

Douglas: OH MY GOD!

Mayne: What a counter, what a beautiful counter!! We can only hope that this seriously injured Harris is some manner.

Scott rolls across the canvas after being driven into it with such force across his precious face. As soon as he ends up on his back, Savior comes crawling into the cover, still dazed by that onslaught on knees and kicks.

To a tremendous reaction Harris is able to launch his shoulder from the ring, keeping his hopes of emerging from Redemption Roe with the X-Class title alive. An exasperated Savior rises to a single knee, his eyes brimming with darkness and hostility as he rises to his feet. He begins to violently stomp at the wrapped ribs of Harris repeatedly, irate over his insistence upon keeping this match going. He now jumps into the air and brings his knee down right into Scott’s battered torso, making him convulse and wince in horrid agony as a result. Referee Princeton implores Savior to stop this, yet he won’t listen to the demands of the official, instead he grabs the tape binding to Harris’ mid-section and physically rips it apart. The tape now begins to be unraveled and dragged away from Scott’s abdomen, the crowd booing at the sight of this. As the referee continues to shout at him, Savior takes the tape and stretches it between both of his hands, sticking it under Harris’ throat in the process. Scott is now sitting up on the canvas physically being choked by his own protective bandaging, the crowd screaming obscenities at the disgruntled Savior. Official Princeton demands that Christian stop this, starting a five count in order to disqualify him should he not abide by his demands.

Dan: Do something ref, don’t threaten the man, get in there and actually pull him off of Harris for crying out loud.

Mayne: Hahaha, Christian has the best of both worlds here. He can flagrantly violate the rules and he has nothing to lose if he does. I mean, if he’s disqualified he still retains his title.

Harris’ face is becoming blue as he coughs and wheezes for air until finally the official physically pulls Christian off of him. The tape falls to the canvas while Christian shoves the referee aside, pulling Harris onto his back then jumping into the air. He comes down on top of SGH with a big splash, quickly hooking his leg for the pin and hoping Harris has learned his lesson.

Scot kicks out just barely, getting his shoulder from the canvas and as thus infuriating Savior even more than he originally had been. As thus he sits Harris on the canvas, dropping a knee into the small of his back then doing it again and again and again to his seated opponent. SGH balls up his fists, grimacing from these devastating shots being delivered with such vile force to his now exposed kidney area. Savior takes him around the jaw, leading him up to his feet then grabbing hold of his wrist and whipping him across the ring directly into the turnbuckle. Unable to stop himself, Harris turns, connecting with the corner hard spine first while Savior comes rushing across the ring. He dives forward shoulder first directly into Scott’s ribs, doubling him over forward as a result while the crowd grimaces, feeling his agony perhaps.

The Rising Phoenix pulls back then drives his shoulder into the battered mid-section of his opposition for a second time. The damage being inflicted on Harris’ mid-section is almost irreparable at this point, inspiring Savior to unleash further violence. He stands and pulls his knee forward right into Harris’ ribs yet again and now bends forward, wedging his shoulder against the Hollywood stars stomach and lifting him up into the air. Harris is sat on the top rope when Savior grabs his hair, bending his head forward and slapping him disgracefully to the side of the face. As a result Scott is almost sent plummeting from the canvas yet Christian makes sure he remains seated. He begins to climb the turnbuckle in front of Harris, perhaps setting up for something big when Scott awakens from his pain inspired daze, beginning to deck Christian repeatedly to the face right behind the eyes. Christian almost falls over several times before one last strike sends him plummeting to the canvas with force spine first.

Douglas: Harris is snapping out of it, he’s coming back in this match after taking that nasty diamond cutter.

Mayne: As if it matters, that title is staying exactly where it is and where it belongs. All Harris would end up doing with it is using it as a table leg prop or something equally as ignorant.

A dazed Savior lies on the canvas while SGH agonizes over his mid-section, pulling himself up to his feet on the top rope. He steadies himself, trying to prepare to launch his body through the air in order to do a great deal of damage to Savior. However, he is forced to rethink his strategy due to Christian beginning to stand up. He has rolled to his elbows and knees, trying to force his body to an upright base. As soon as he gets up Harris turns his back towards him and jumps off the top rope, twisting in mid-air, putting his pain aside before coming down back first right on top of Savior’s sternum. The crowd reacts favorably at the sight of the twisting moonsault, which sends both men tumbling to the canvas with force. Harris has landed on top of him in a pinning predicament of sorts.

Christian kicks out, causing the crowd to reply with outright despair as a result.

Dan: What an amazing dive from Scott Gray-Harris, yet still it fails to put away Savior.

Mayne: Why act shocked in the slightest?

SGH grabs at his ribs and rolls away from Savior, who is trying to regain his faculties after being hit with almost a modified whisper in the wind. Surprisingly he is the first one up as Scott is having far too much pain resonating through his mid-section to get up with any type of speed. Therefore Savior charges forward, throwing a fist at Harris who shockingly is able to get an arm up to block it. He now dives forward, the top of his head connecting against Savior’s ribs, which causes him to bend forward wincing in pain. Harris stands up, hoping to capitalize on this as he steps to Christian side, rushing in and taking him around the neck. He tries to pull him around into a swinging neckbreaker yet Christian is able to twist his way out of it. He spins around freeing his neck but still remaining bent forward behind his back. Harris suddenly turns to face him though and rushes forward with a vicious knee blast right to his face. The strike causes Savior to stand up, stumbling and staggering around in a highly disorientated state while Scott feeds off his second wind, rushing into the ropes in front of his dazed opponent. He jumps to the middle cable, springing off of it then turning in mid-air and blasting Christian to the face with a hard, vicious, stiff kick. The fans respond with a grimace as the X-Class Champion crashes into the canvas, Harris landing on the ring beside him then crawling desperately into the cover. With one arm placed over his bruised, battered ribs, his other arm hooks his opposition’s legs. The crowd is screaming, hoping he has the win.

No! Again Savior is able to power his shoulder from the ring, kicking out before the official’s hand could make the final count. Harris sits up and grips at his ribs in tremendous pain, trying to push past it though in the hopes of winning championship gold.

He turns in a sluggish, exhausted state and begins to jab Christian repeatedly to the face, hoping it will inflict enough damage to ensure a much easier pinfall victory. In the midst of agonizing he drags Savior up to his knees in front of him, turning his body so that he has him around the neck, setting up for the YMPO (modified stunner). He drops down in order to hit it only for Savior to pull his head free at the last second. As a result Scott lands on his back in front of him, Christian charging forward only to have Harris roll in reverse, sticking his legs out and placing them under Savior’s armpits. He now falls forward and drags Christian down to the canvas into a roll up pin, seated on his sternum and holding onto the back of his knees in the process.

Christian again kicks out, dashing the hopes of the fans who thought that Harris may have just had this contest won.

Mayne: Would you stop trying to pin Savior already? He must be more dense than Susie Moore, and at least with Susie, you have something good to look at despite her overwhelming idiocy.

Dan: You have no room to judge others on the basis of their intelligence Billy.

Savior turns over onto his elbows and knees while Harris is standing up in front of him, still bent forward with his hands placed to his ribs though. He now rushes forward and throws a lariat at the rising Savior who ducks it then reaches back taking him around the neck. Scott is pulled own into a vicious reverse neckbeaker, the crowd groaning as a result of his head colliding with the canvas. Savior turns away from him and rises slowly to his feet although he’s a little dazed, backing up slowly then bending forward in preparation for his deadly Blaze of Glory (Spear). He shouts for the incoherent Harris to rise to his feet so as to finish him off for good. Although racked in physical agony from almost head to toe, SGH begins to turn onto his elbows and knees forcing himself up with the fans screaming for him not do it, insisting it will only lead to his downfall. Scott doesn’t pay them any attention, he just continues to keep rising upward, getting to his feet with his arms draped over his ribs.

Mayne: This is it, this is it!!

Douglas: Savior set for the spear, and he’s planning on hitting it right now!

Christian rushes forward when Harris jumps into the air and catches his opponent’s head under his seat. He begins to hook up both of his arms, looking for his father’s patented pedigree. Before he can hit it Savior squirms free, twisting his body out from under his opponent then reaching back with his arm, wrapping it around Scott’s neck for the diamond cutter. Harris is able to push him off though, sending Savior charging forward then turning around with disgust in his eyes. Scott jumps directly at him with an attempted leg lariat that Savior ducks under at the last second. Harris spins around like Savior did a moment ago but walks right into the Code Breaker! The crowd reacts with shock as Scott stands up, flailing his arms and somehow remaining upright when Savior rolls over backwards to a standing base then rushes forward into the Blaze of Glory. Harris is almost ripped in half by the spear, flipping over backwards and crashing into the canvas spine first. He bounces off then flips over onto his chest and stomach as Savior crawls towards him into the cover.

Douglas: The Blaze of Glory spear, my God it just ripped Harris in half.

Mayne: Yes, hahaha, yes, that’s what you call a thing of beauty, I’m talking Alana de la Garza beautiful, not Christina Aguilara dirty beautiful.

Savior crawls into the cover and hooks both of Harris’ legs for the pinfall with the crowd screaming.

Savior has done it, he’s successfully retained the X-Class Championship.

Mayne: That spear just destroyed Harris, it destroyed him, mwahahaha, Savior is still champion.

Douglas: Why must you rub it in?

Billy: Because I’m terribly spiteful and bitter.

Christian rises to his knees with sweat racing down his features and the X-Class Championship being bestowed upon him, taking the gold and thrusting it over his shoulder. All the while his eyes do not deviate from the laid, busted and broken body of his opposition. Savior rolls away and grabs a microphone and his X-Class title. Throwing it over his shoulder, he rolls back into the ring.

Savior: Hold on a minute. Hold on a minute, Harris.

Dan: What is this now?

Mayne: More glorious after match shenanigans. This PPV has more hijinks than Night Court.

Savior stands up as Harris uses the ropes to pull himself up.

Savior: I gotta admit, you came here and took me on. You put up one hell of a fight, I’ll give you that.

The crowd is unsure how to handle this as is Harris.

Savior: But you have to admit that tonight, I was the better man. Just like for the last month, I was the smarter, better man.

Harris seems to get angrier with each word Savior says, moving closer to him, apparently wanting to go for a second round. Savior holds his hand up to stop him.

Savior: I don’t want to go at you again, Scott. We both know how it would end up. But this wasn’t personal as you believed. I ended that when I speared you for a third time last RIOT!. Now, this match became merely opportunity and business. Sorry to say you got caught up with it.

Savior holds his hand out to Harris, showing a sign of apology and respect. The crowd shouts and boos, not believing him for an instant.

Savior: It’s alright, Harris.

Slowly, Harris reaches out and grasps Saviors hand. The two shake as the audience cheers.

Savior: That is for the end of this personal fued.

Savior releases his hand and makes his way to the ropes as Harris stands there, obviously confused. Standing behind him, Savior stops as he grabs the ropes.

Savior: Oh, and Harris, this is for me!

Out of nowhere, Savior nails Harris in the back of the head with his X-Class title. Harris hits the mat as the fans scream and shout obscenities at him. Smirking at the injured Scott, Savior raises the microphone back to his lips.

Savior: Here’s a little something I want you and your father to hear. Sorry, Scott…Lethal. It’s just business!

Savior drops the microphone and leaves the ring, making his way up the rampway, his eyes never leaving Harris’ unconscious from, and his smile only growing wider.

Dan: What a classless human being.

DISTORTED ALLIANCES

To a loud negative reaction the camera switches backstage to reveal the World Tag Team Champions, Desolation and Hurse occupying one of the numerous V.I.P dressing rooms in the corridors of the Kyocera Dome. Both men are positioned on adjacent sofas but are almost seated side by side. While Desolation is sunken into the cushions of his sofa and enjoying a handful of grapes in the utmost of relaxed positions, Hurse on the other hand seems nervous, on the edge of his seat. He leans forward with his forearms placed over his knees and leaning slightly over the table in the middle of the room, where an assortment of various fruits and fine Chinese cuisine has been collected. He briefly strokes the gold plate of the Tag Team title in a less than comforting fashion while turning in the direction of his serene, peaceful partner.

Hurse: How the hell can you be eating at a time like this? Why are you so damned relaxed?

Desolation doesn’t budge or deviate in his calm, collected behavior whatsoever while tossing another grape into the air and catching it as it lands in his mouth.

Desolation: What’s there to be worried about?

The comment strikes Hurse as particularly baffling.

Hurse: Let’s see, how about the fact that we’re about to go out and face 5 teams with our belts on the line, in a match that has been designed to purposely screw us over?

In a response the World Champion wasn’t expecting a chuckle emanates from Desolation, amused by the prospect of this bout tonight being whatsoever challenging.

Desolation: Yeah, but you forget this clusterfuck is comprised of teams we’ve pretty much been humiliating over the past few months and literally have no viable chance of beating us. There’s a better possibility that Janet Reno’s penis will win the World Championship, although I wouldn’t put it past the booking committee.

Hurse scowls at the Dark Man.

Hurse: That’s the last time I tell you about one of my nightmares.

Finally the co-holder of the Tag Titles leans forward, scooting to the edge of his seat to try and sooth his nervous partner, pretending that he’s in possession of feelings.

Desolation: Stop worrying already, you sound like a highschool girl who gave birth in a public bathroom and bled all over her prom dress. Just think about it, there’s not a single, solitary challenge in this match befitting of our time and effort. The only way guys like Jon Rich, Orlando Cruze, or Robin Brooks….

Again Hurse shoots a frown in the direction of his colleague.

Desolation: ….Can possibility beat us is if they grow more Lovecraftian tentacles than the Cthulhu. This is all just some lazily booked clusterfuck, it’s nothing to take seriously.

The World Champion thinks about all that he’s heard with his hand lifted to his jaw, rubbing at it uncomfortably nevertheless.

Hurse: That may be true, but just to make sure everything goes down kosher tonight, I’ve thought up another ever so brilliant back up plan, and I’m sure you’ll love it.

Desolation closes his eyes and falls backwards into the sofa again painfully.

Desolation: I’m sure I will as long as it doesn’t involve one of those horribly overdone forced alliances gimmicks.

Hurse’s smile falters and his eyes open widely, filling with sadness almost to the point where tears are produced. His words now come out forced and sounding rehearsed.

Hurse: Hahaha, yeah, that be so incredibly lame….

Suddenly the door to the dressing room flies open and in storms Pat Evans with the Submission Championship draped over his shoulders, while being flanked by the villainous vixen Aurora Rose. Her arm is draped over the agitated shoulders of Evans as the two move into the dressing room and stare with disdain upon the World Champion.

Evans: Okay Steven, we’re here to get all this forced alliance bullshit out of the way.

Hurse can feel the cold, deadly eyes of his partner locked upon him, sending a chill down his spine yet trying to play it off.

Pat: So what’s the plan, why’d you urgently need to talk to us before this match got started? Aurora and I pretty much already now what the arrangement is anyhow. Or should I say, we’ll remember what it is as long as we’re assured that you’ll be holding up your end of the bargain.

The World Champion keeps glancing in the direction of his partner, while making a swiping motion across his throat, insinuating that he shouldn’t be bringing this up in front of Desolation. The Dark Man’s interest is suddenly peeked, leaning forward in his sofa yet again while clasping his hands together.

Desolation: Do elaborate.

A perplexed expression befalls Aurora’s features as her eyes dart between the Tag Team Champions.

Aurora: You know, the whole deal you arranged with us last week Hurse, to ensure this short lived alliance. Where we….

Hurse: HEY!...

Everyone is jarred by the reaction of the World and Tag Team Champion who quickly rises to his feet with his finger raised in the air. A bag is revealed to be in the seat beside him.

Hurse: Guess what, I almost forgot the reason I brought you both here. I know you didn’t agree to it the last time Pat, but I think in the spirit of our budding alliance the both of you’ll have no problem doing it tonight.

He reaches down and grabs the bag off the sofa seat while Desolation rolls his eyes, Evans and Aurora glancing at each other speculatively.

Evans: I really don’t like where this is going.

Hurse wears a toothy grin on his face as he retrieves a baseball cap from his bag with the Alpha Generation emblem on it. Pat’s shoulders sink as does his sternum, realizing that once again Hurse is trying to make him put on the cap. It’s lifted into the air and before Evans can stop it, the cap is slid onto his head. Pat looks up at it slowly with tremendous annoyance while Aurora places her palm over her mouth, trying to refrain from laughing.

Hurse: And don’t think I forgot about you, Rose.

Another cap is lifted into the air and slid onto Aurora’s cranium, then one featuring a pink bow stapled to the top of it. Hurse steps back with a broad smile present on his face as he observes the caps on the heads of his two new allies.

Hurse: I got you the smallest one I could find Rose, but I put on the bow to give it a more feminine look. That’s not all though, chaps…

Pat: Dear lord…

The Submission Champion hides his face behind the palm of his hand, clearly not liking where this is going whatsoever. Aurora wears the same expression of disappointment and dread as Hurse reaches into his little bag, the sound of metal clanging heard from within it.

Hurse: And I know how much you love chains, but I thought the one you’ve been using is just to drab, so I took the liberty on behalf of myself and De….

He looks towards his partner who is already shaking his head.

Hurse: Well, on behalf of myself, I’ve got you this really pretty chain that I’ve decorated myself.

A small chain is removed from the bag, wrapped in colorful red garland and adorned with numerous happy face, Alpha Generation stickers. Evans looks nothing short of disgusted as the chain is placed over his shoulder, Hurse backing up looking truly, truly proud of himself. His smile extends from one ear all the way to the other while observing the chain and hat planted on top of Pat’s head.

Hurse: See, there are some real benefits to aligning yourself with the greatest that is the Alpha Generation. And our alliance tonight is going to ensure that the Tag Team titles end up in their rightful place.

Hurse grins widely with an upward extension of his thumbs, Pat and Aurora both glaring at him for several moments then glancing at each other rather uneasily. In the meanwhile Desolation leans forward, his hand held over much of his face.

TAG TITLE GAUNTLET

The show returns to face an eager Billy Mayne, and an energized Dan Douglas at ringside, clearly both men are enthused over the prospect of the impending bout.

Dan: Well our main event is slated to….

Mayne: What a wonderful individual Hurse is, he’s so generous.

Douglas: Condescendingly ignorant would probably be a better way to sum him up. Anyway ladies and gentlemen, the main event, the Tag Team Title Gauntlet match will be starting here in just one second…..

Mayne: Yes, because Dan once again wants to delay things by discussing the rules of this match for the billionth time. This is worse than the constant reiterations that Rellik is Killer spelled backwards.

Douglas: I haven’t repeated myself that much Billy. But here’s how this match will work. Two teams will start things out, and once one of those teams have been eliminated, another will enter, until we have come down to the final two teams. Then the Tag Team titles will be on the line, but to make things even more interesting….

Billy: Overbooked.

Dan: That too, the individual who scores the final pinfall in this gauntlet match will not only win the Tag Titles for his team, but will also go on to challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Mayne: It’s all a moot point anyhow, we know the Alpha Generation are going to retain their Tag Team Titles and Hurse won’t have to defend his World Championship at Paranoia V.

Douglas: I dare say your in for a surprise here tonight, Billy.

The arena lights go down as a shrill voice similar to Angus Young's shrieks out over the PA system:

STAND UP FOR ROCK AND ROLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!

And "Stand Up for Rock 'n' Roll" by Airbourne hits over the PA as the fans stand up and cheer, throwing rock fingers in the air as the lights flash blue and yellow all over the arena. Soon, Axl Evermore & Max Craven enter through the curtains, wearing their Fully Loaded team jackets, to a huge cheer from the crowd. They stand at the center of the stage, look around the arena, then thrust their arms up in the air and point to themselves in tandem as the crowd chants along, "ROCK...AND...ROLL!"

Kaily Worf: On the way to the ring...hailing from NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK...

The Japanese crowd gives a huge cheer.

Kaily Worf: ...at a combined weight of 466 pounds...Axl Evermore...Max Craven...they are FULLY LOADED!

Evermore and Craven punch each other's fists, point to the crowd, and jog down the ramp to the ring, hopping up to the apron then running around to opposite sides of the ring, turning out to the crowd, and pointing to them, which gets a quick cheap pop as they cup their ears to hear the reaction. They hop over the ropes into the ring, Max doing a straddle jump while Axl does a standard jump, and climb diagonally opposite corners, pointing to themselves, shouting out encouragements to the crowd, and generally enjoying the loud crowd pops before they raise their arms, close their hands into fists with their thumbs stuck out, and point to themselves once more as the crowd once again chants "ROCK...AND...ROLL!" They hop down and punch fists again as they go to a corner and hop in place, warming up for the match.

Dan: And we’re starting out this match with Fully Loaded, who were forced into the first team spot by a vengeful Krissie McMorris on the last Riot! The rest of the teams who come out here have been selected completely at random.

Mayne: Talk about your lost cause. There is literally no way humanly possible that Axl Evermore and Max Craven will make it to the finals of this match to become the World Tag Team Champions.

Douglas: Stranger things have happened in the IWC before Billy, like your pay raise. Don’t forget the motto in wrestling, “anything can happen.”

Dan: Yes, but it usually doesn’t.

Axl Evermore and Max Craven are getting themselves prepared for this bout, again thrusting their knuckles against one another then turning towards the ramp with anticipation, anxious to find out who their opponents are going to be to start things out. That’s when throughout the Kyocera Dome the lyrics of Outsider begin to play over the PA system, leading into a loud roar of disapproval. The Japanese crowd is well aware of who this song is attached to as through the curtains step the Submission Champion himself Pat Evans and Aurora Rose. Both individuals walk out onto the stage with discontent shinning clearly in their eyes.

Dan: Wow, this certainly makes things interesting. The first two teams starting out this match are Fully Loaded and Pat Evans and Aurora Rose!

Mayne: Dammit, they couldn’t have drawn a higher number?

Douglas: There has been a lot of animosity between these teams for a long while now, and it’s only fitting they’re the ones who start out this Tag Title Gauntlet tonight.

Pat Evans and Aurora Rose begin to move towards the ring while the Submission strap glistens brightly over the shoulder of the dangerous technical specialist. Mounted upon his other shoulder is Aurora Rose’s palm, following closely and seductively behind her champion, all the while glancing at Max in the ring with a twisted smirk. Max shakes his head while bending forward with his palms pressed to his knees, ready and raring to get his hands on Aurora, in the non sexual sense of course. Axl’s and Pat’s eyes are focused on one another, the feud that has waged between them throughout most of 2007 quickly being recounted in their twisted minds. Pat and Aurora hop onto the apron while Evans slowly lifts the Submission Championship into the air, leading into more boos from the crowd and further aggravating Evermore. Pat points to the belt then back at Evermore, seemingly rubbing it in that he’s still champion and Axl isn’t. All the while Aurora rubs at Pat’s shoulder, pointing in his direction and mouthing the words “here’s a real man” in Max’s direction.

Billy: Hahaha, both Axl and Max look so bitter. Not only does Evans have something Evermore doesn’t, in the form of a title belt, but Max spent so much time trying to save Aurora from Pat, only for her to end up with him. It’s almost Gilbert Godfried like in hilariousness.

Douglas: Well I think both Evans and Rose are going to be made to suffer for their past transgressions against Fully Loaded here tonight at Redemption Roe.

Evans now hands his belt to the referee, turning towards Aurora and informing her that he’ll start this contest. He slips through the cables from the apron while Max graciously allows Axl to begin this match for their team, exiting the ring. The Japanese crowd cheers at the sight of Pat Evans and Axl Evermore starting out the Tag Title gauntlet. The bell chimes in the background with Axl Ingelson as the official. The bitter rivals who have waged a long vendetta against each other over the past 4-5 months stroll forward slowly with an extension of their arms, Evans and Evermore tying up in your classic collar elbow lock. Both men push against each other, trying to get the advantage, jockeying for positioning but finding themselves unable to overpower one another. Evermore begins to back Axl towards the turnbuckle, driving him spine first against it as both men are still tangled up with one another. Ingelson jumps into the fray, starting a five count and reaching four before Axl beaks the collar elbow, backing up slowly with his palms extended out to his sides. All the while he glares at Evans, backing up slowly with suspicion clear in his eyes. A disturbing grin is present on Pat’s face as he watches Axl slowly step in reverse to the center of the ring, both his arms still extended out to his sides. He now mouths something derogatory in the direction of Evans who steps out of the corner quickly, tying up with Axl in another collar elbow. With all his strength Pat begins to shove Evermore in reverse across the ring, both men backing into another corner. Evermore is driven against the corner spine first this time, breaking the collar elbow while Evans still has his clamped on.

Douglas: Some textbook wrestling here to start off the gauntlet.

Mayne: It’s only a matter of time before Evans clamps on that Time to Go to Sleep or the ankle lock and has Evermore squealing like a pig.

Dan: Note to self, never go on a kayaking trip through the mountains with Billy Mayne.

Ingelson steps in and starts a five count on Evans, reaching four before Pat beaks the hold, lifting his palms and backing away slowly. He tilts his head and glares at Axl, who is still wedged spine first against the corner. He now suddenly steps forward, swinging his hand at Evermore’s sternum for a knife edge chop. However, Axl steps out of the way, causing Evans to turn and fall against the turnbuckle back first. Mr. NYC now delivers a stiff knife edge chop right to Evans’ chest, following it up with another hard blow. The Submission Champion is almost taken down out of the corner as Evermore begins to deck him repeatedly to the jaw with closed fists. Finally Evans pushes his way out of the corner and staggers forward to the center of the ring, Axl following behind him and taking hold of his shoulder. Pat is spun around then hit with another knife edge chop straight across the chest. The blow stumbles Evans even more before he is again chopped right across his wide chest. Max is cheering his partner on as Evans is chopped repeatedly and sent staggering in reverse right into another turnbuckle, which he leans on for support. Axl keeps chopping away t his sternum with the fans cheering as Evans slowly slipping down the corner spine first. He ends up seated with his back pressed to the corner while Evermore stomps repeatedly at his chest now, holding the top rope for leverage.

He stomps over and over and over again until Evans is lying on his back, almost incapable of defending himself it seems. Ingelson steps in and grabs Axl by the shoulder, dragging him away from Evans only to be shoved aside by Mr. NYC. He comes barreling back towards the laid out Evans, lifting his foot to stomp him again in a dazed rage. As soon as his foot comes down though Evans grabs hold of it then twists it around, standing up as quickly as his body will allow has he tries to get the ankle lock established. The Japanese crowd screams as Evermore tumbles to his elbows, his leg lifted into the air shockingly in the gasp of Evans, who has him in the ankle lock.

Billy: I told you Dan! Didn’t I tell you!?! This match is over already, Evans has got the ankle lock applied!

Douglas: This is certainly a shocking turn of events. Axl was in firm control but somehow Evans was able to counter one of those stomps into this dangerous hold.

Evermore’s ankle is almost ripped from it’s socket by Evans before he ducks his head and rolls forward across the canvas. He pulls Pat down into a forward roll, sitting on his sternum and holding down on the back of his knees for a shocking pinfall attempt.

Evans kicked out with time to spare while Axl rolls over in reverse, favoring his leg a little as he charges forward at his heated rivalry. Pat reaches up and catches him by the back of the head, dragging Axl down into a small package.

Axl kicks out now while Max pretends to wipe sweat from his forehead. Aurora screams for Evans to get up, which is exactly what he does, standing in front of a kneeling Axl and taking hold of his arm in the process. He swings around under it, applying a quick arm ringer submission then altering it just as quickly into a hammerlock. The arm of Mr. NYC is bent at a particularly gruesome angle, the back of his hand almost touching the back of his head while he falls to a seated position. The Submission Champion takes great joy and malice in this methodical assault on the arm. Axl doesn’t give him very long to truly enjoy himself though, already pushing his body up to a knee then beginning to stand slowly. He gets to his feet with Evans still almost breaking his arm in this hold before he Axl bends down and reaches in reverse, hooking one of Pat’s legs. He lifts up on it, causing Pat to break the hammerlock and tumble in reverse, Axl turning around and jumping straight at him. He lands on his seat at Pat’s side, applying a quick side headlock submission on his laid out opponent. Evans quickly twists his body though, turning around over onto his knees only to have Evermore establish the more proper version of the side headlock, thoroughly trapping his opposition. Somehow Evans is able to slide his head free though, taking hold of Axl’s arm in the process and folding it up behind his back yet again in the hammerlock.

Douglas: This match started out rather quickly but it has since slowed down a little as both men utilize their technical expertise.

Mayne: These two are always trying to outdo each other, just like in that Submission Series at Breathless, and the triple threat for the Cartel title at Extinction. Hey, I remembered something with some actual continuity. I deserve a gold star or something.

Dan: And yet you’ll receive nothing, welcome to my life Billy.

Aurora and Max are shouting instructions at their partners while Evans continues to twist and mangle the arm of his opponent with his unorthodox hammerlock. Axl doesn’t appear content with allowing Evans to have any gratification from this move, quickly rising to his feet then lifting his leg into the air. Axl reaches back with one of his feet and places it over top of Evans’ forearm, yanking down on it and causing Pat to bend forward as a result, thus breaking the hammerlock. Evermore steps to his side and quickly establishes the side headlock yet again, a toothy grin filling his face. The fans cheer accordingly at the sight of this until Axl performs almost a standing switch, getting around behind Evans and applying a hammerlock of his own. Evans stands up straight and grits his teeth as his arm is twisted and almost broken at the hands of the former Cartel Champion. Somehow Evans is able to reach back and hook his free arm around the neck of Evermore though, dropping to his knees and snapmaring his opposition over onto his seat. Evans crawls up behind him and takes hold of his arm, establishing the hammerlock yet again. The crowd has a very mixed response as a result of this while Evermore grimaces and groans from the mangling of his arm.

Despite having the shooting pains course through his arm he begins to stand, getting to an upright base with Evans on his feet behind him, continuing to maintain the hold. Suddenly Axl powers his way backwards, shoving Evans along with him spine first right into one of the turnbuckles. The hammerlock is broken as Evermore turns and throws a knife edge chop that misses its mark. Evans ducks out of the way with Evermore turning to face him, his spine now pressed to the corner as Pat lobs a fist right at his face. Evermore is able to sidestep it, Pat twisting around and falling against the corner back first as a result while Axl quickly delivering a knife edge chop to his sternum.

Douglas: And we’re back to how this match originally started Billy.

Mayne: Dammit, Axl couldn’t out technical wrestle Evans, so now he’s resorting to brawling.

Evans leans against the corner for support as Evermore chops him hard across the sternum once again then takes him around the back of the head. Evans is led out of the corner as Axl sticks his hand out towards Max who quickly slaps it. Before Max can get his hands on him Evans ducks into a forward roll across the canvas, reaching out and tagging in Aurora who jumps over the ropes into the squared circle. Max now enters the ring and points directly into her face while Aurora nods and motions for him to bring it. Both athletes rush forward with Aurora throwing a fist at Craven, who ducks into a forward roll under her shot. He gets to his feet and turns back towards her, charging in when Aurora drops into a baseball slide between his legs. She jumps to a standing base then lunges into the air, landing on top of Max’s shoulders for perhaps a reverse hurricarana. Max places his hands to the back of her thighs, shoving her up and over his head so that she lands on her feet in front of him. She now drops back and connects with a vicious pele kick right to the side of his face. The crowd grimaces from the extremely stiff blow which has knocked Max down to the canvas, laying him out.

Douglas: Max and Aurora coming to blows with each other after a very nice series of counters. The hate has really escalated between them as a result of Aurora’s alliance with Evans.

Mayne: Which was the smartest romantic entanglement Aurora could have ever made.

Dan: Well, she’s certainly not use to making the smartest romantic decisions.

Billy: Just like Molly Ringwold.

Max is still spread out on the canvas while Aurora rises to her feet and quickly steps to his side, jumping into the air with an elbow drop directly to his sternum. She now rolls over onto her feet once again and rushes into the ropes at her laid out opponent’s side, bouncing off the cables and rushing forward. She lunges into the air, coming down knee first right into Max’s face then rolling across the canvas onto her feet. She stands while clapping her hands, demanding the fans show her some support while Evans stands in the corner, rubbing at his sternum and shouting at her to stay on the assault. She finally brushes off the crowd while an already disorientated Max is rising to his feet ever so slowly, trying to regain his senses in the process. Aurora clamps on a side headlock then points at the ropes, insinuating that she’s going to finish off this opening tag team match immediately. She rushes forward and jumps into the air with an extension of her feet, looking for the Sinful Desires on the rusty Max Craven. Without warning the Fully Loaded member places his hands to Aurora’s spine though and throws her over the ropes, sending her crashing to the outside mats with force to a loud reaction from the crowd. Max turns away from the cables while Aurora rolls around on the outside mats gripping at her spine, and now he takes off into the opposite ropes. He bounces off of them and bends his head forward as he charges forth, looking for a dive. Right as he crosses the middle of the ring hunched forward, Evans charges up to his side and drills him to the face with a stiff knee strike. A negative response emanates from the crowd, despair ridden by the fact that Evans has deprived them of a death defying dive.

Douglas: Damn you Evans, your not the legal man!

Mayne: Legal smegal!

Dan: You can’t use that as a defense every time Billy.

Billy: Just watch me.

Evans looks happy with himself before Evermore springs to the top rope and now comes flying off with a huge clothesline delivered to his rival’s throat. The fans cheer loudly at the sight of this, Pat tumbling to the canvas then rolling across it towards the ropes. Max is still recovering with his palm pressed to his nose after that vicious knee strike, a dabble of blood seen dripping from his nostril. As soon as Evans gets onto the apron and begins to stand up, Axl rushes into the cables running perpendicular to the ropes his adversary is standing just beyond. He springs to the middle cable then twists his body into a big dropkick to the side of Evans, sending him flying off of the apron and slamming chest first right into the barricade. The fans react with a loud ovation as Evermore gets up, more motivated than ever as he twists in circles. He only makes it through a half way turn before Rose shockingly pulls herself over the top rope into a forward flip, her legs landing on top of Evermore’s shoulders. She lets go of the top cable and twists her body, throwing Axl through the ropes with a leg scissors that receives screams from the crowd. As soon as Evermore crashes onto the outside mats Aurora stands up in the ring, turning to face him and taking hold of the top rope, clearly setting up for a dive on him. She chooses to do some type of springboard maneuver, jumping to the second rope. She springs off of it and intends to land feet first on the top cable before she’s grabbed from behind and pulled in reverse. She lands right on top of Max’s shoulders, as he steps back and falls in reverse, hitting an electric chair drop to a huge reaction. Max rolls over backwards and sits on Aurora’s sternum while lifting up on her legs, tucking them under his armpits in a pinning predicament.

Aurora kicks out, launching Max forward as a result, which seems to be what he was counting on. He dives through the ropes and takes hold of the middle one, twisting his body so that he comes down feet first onto the apron. Aurora begins to stand up in the ring, recuperating from that electric chair drop when Max springs to the top rope and takes flight, soaring through the air into a big flying forearm strike. Aurora flies backwards, crashing into the canvas while Craven rolls across the ring onto his feet.

Billy: Ah jeez, why are all these bodies flying everywhere? This is worse than that Peter Pan play I went to go to see. Why did Pan have to be so damned attractive?

Dan: He was played by a woman?

Mayne: Great, now I’m even more confused.

Both Axl and Evans are getting to their feet on the outside of the ring, Pat leaning spine first against the barricade for support. He barely has time to collect his breath before Evermore rushes across the mats right at him only to be caught against the Submission Champion’s shoulder and back dropped into the sea of humanity. The Japanese fans clear out of the way s Axl crashes into the concrete in front of them. Inside of the ring Max has crawled into the cover on Aurora, hooking her leg and not worrying about any damage he’s done to the woman who for all intensive purposes betrayed him so long ago.

Aurora kicks out, getting her shoulder up in the nick of time when Max rises to his feet and jumps over her back. He catches her around the neck and the thigh, rolling her onto her shoulders in a mahistrial cradle.

Rose somehow kicks out, rolling over backwards onto her knees in the process when Max stands in front of her, rushing forward for something truly damaging. However, Aurora bends her head towards her chest and crawls between his legs, looking to make a tag but realizing Evans isn’t in there corner. Before she can get all the way under him Max reaches down and takes her legs, lifting them and locking them around each other into a version of the cloverleaf. The crowd is screaming as Aurora pulls herself towards her corner, not just inches away from the ropes which remain just outside of her reach. Screams of pain emanate from her lungs as she reaches for the ropes desperately yet can’t get hold of them. Evans suddenly pulls himself up onto the apron and now shows some actual agility by jumping over the cables, but keeping hold of the top rope with one hand, twisting his body and catching Max around the neck. The Fully Loaded member is pulled own head first into the canvas with a shocking DDT.

Mayne: Hahahaha, what move, what a move by Evans! I didn’t no portly gentlemen were that aerial.

Douglas: He certainly found a unique way of saving Rose from the cloverleaf, once again interfering in this match on her behalf, despite being the illegal man.

Billy: Oh would you stop playing Mr. Hall Monitor, and being a stickler for the rules? If Saved by the Bell taught us everything, and since you do look like Dustin Diamond, it’s that those who play by the rules are nerds and they could never nail the hot black chick.

Dan: How in the hell do I look like Dustin Diamond?

Mayne: Who?

Max flips over and lands on his back in the ring, again laid out at this point and feeling the effects of his rust, of not having been in the ring for a few months now since his suspension. Aurora rises to her knees and reaches over the ropes, slapping Pat’s palm now that he’s gotten back into position. He quickly slips through the ropes and steps up behind his laid out opponent. He steps onto the back of Max’s knees and grabs hold of his wrists, dropping back onto his seat as he holds the Fully Loaded member in a modified Mexican Surfboard. Aurora gets to her feet and rushes forward, jumping into the air and catching Max around the neck, pulling him down out of this submission into a modified diamond cutter. Craven’s face hits the ring while Pat stands up behind him, his opponent’s legs still wrapped around his own. He reaches down and grabs Max by the wrist, pulling him up onto his knees and then hitting him with a Desolation like curb stomp. Max’s face is slammed into the canvas yet again with force, the combination of moves now completed. Evans steps to his side and rolls Max over onto his back, dropping down into a quick cover.

Craven somehow is able to kick out even after taking both of those blows directly to the cranium. As a result of this Evans stands and takes hold of Craven’s leg, lifting on it and rolling him over backwards onto his feet. When Max stands up Evans delivers a straight thrust savant kick right to his face. Again Max is taken down to the canvas while Evans steps forward with his arms outthrust to his sides, receiving jeers from the fans. Evermore has collapsed over the barricade back to the ringside area, working his way towards his corner once again. The blood dribbling from Max’s nose turns into a full flow at this point while Evans approaches his partner who has regained herself in their corner, slapping her hand. She slips through the ropes as Evans approaches Max, taking him around the neck and rolling him to his feet. He stands behind Craven, pinning his arms around behind his back while Aurora punches and kicks at his exposed mid-section. As Max drops to his knees from the blows she now slaps him repeatedly in the face, periodically bending forward to make puckering motions towards his face. Official Ingelson demands that Evans leave the ring as he finally lets go of Max, allowing him to drop to his elbows and knees on the canvas. He just begins to push himself up to his feet when Aurora rushes into the cables at his side, bouncing off them then charging forward with a primal scream. A devastating boot is launched right into the side of Max’s face, sending him rolling across the canvas in the direction of the ropes.

Dan: What a series of hard shots delivered directly to the cranium of Craven.

Billy: As if head injuries could actually make him even more psychologically troubled? Have you seen this guy’s pornographic productions, what he does with the human foot is just disturbing.

Douglas: Are you sure you not confusing his videos with your mother’s snuff films?

Mayne: They’re not snuff or porno flicks Dan, their creative expression, that’s all!

Max rolls across the canvas with more blood dribbling from his nose as he sits on the canvas, trying to regain his senses. All the while Aurora charges into the ropes in front of the seated Craven, bouncing off and rushing forward into a hard dropkick delivered directly to his face. Max is knocked onto his back, appearing to have been rendered almost completely unconscious at this point. Aurora rolls on top of him and physically forces his shoulders down to the ring by pressing on them with her palms, a smile present on her features all the while.

Max gets his shoulder from the ring in the nick of time, turning away from Rose who in the process takes him around the neck. She leans down into a sleeper hold, putting all of her strength into trying to choke out her opposition. Craven’s face is becoming a crimson shade, just like the blood dripping from his nostrils. He slowly begins to force himself upwards though, trying to escape this hold with all of his remaining strength and passion, the crowd supporting him all the while. Axl has stepped back into his corner, leaning over the ropes while clapping his hands, motivating his partner despite feeling the ramifications of that tumble onto solid concrete. After all those strikes to the cranium Max is having trouble getting up yet finally stands with the Japanese fans getting even more audible. When they finally rise to their feet Max extends his hands, trying his best to reach his corner, which is so very far away at this point and Aurora is not allowing him to budge an inch.

Douglas: Max desperately trying to reach his corner but he can’t, he is being restrained by his opponent and his energy has to be quickly fading.

Mayne: Just fall to sleep Max, just pass out already. Maybe it would help if I started reading him some Faulkner.

Dan: You can’t read what you can’t understand Billy.

Max’s energy continues to dwindle although he’s standing, his legs starting to cut out from under him ever so slowly but his hands still extended out towards his partner. Aurora is thoroughly enjoying this before Max is somehow able to turn his body, switching around behind her and burying his shoulder into her spine. He lifts her up into a back drop suplex position then takes her by the knee and pulls her down out of this position face first right into the canvas. He drops to his seat in the process as Aurora’s face slams with violent force into the ring, sending her rolling onto her back while Max continues to lie across his back, breathing hard, trying his best to gather himself. He suddenly rolls across the ring and slaps the outstretched palm of Evermore, which gets a loud reaction from the crowd. As soon as the tag is made Axl starts up the corner, reaching the top rope with Aurora trying to stand up below in the middle of the squared circle. When she gets her legs beneath her Axl takes flight, soaring through the air and coming down on top of her with a big crossbody which receives a loud reaction from the crowd. Evermore rolls off of her right onto his feet when Evans comes barreling towards the former Cartel Champion, only to have Axl catch him with a dropkick to the knee. As a result Axl lands on his elbows and knees, Axl getting up quickly and rushing into the ropes at his kneeling opponent’s side. He bounces off of them and comes charging back at Evans who suddenly rises to his feet, hobbling a little while catching him against his palms. With a display of agility Axl is able to slip off of Evans’ palms and land on his feet behind him. He buries his hands to the Submission Champion’s back and shoves him at the rising, disorientated Aurora. Somehow Rose has the wherewithal to leap frog Evans as he comes charging in only to land on top of Axl’s shoulders, the Fully Loaded member stepping under her in the nick of time. He pushes her over from a fireman’s carry into a brutal death valley driver. He then nips up onto his feet as Evans bounces off of the ropes and comes charging back in only to be caught with a hard spinning back kick right to the ribs. Pat is doubled forward as a result while Evermore steps forward, hooking both of his arms.

The Japanese fans seem to realize what he’s setting up for, trying to hit that lethal Flipside (Double Underhook Piledriver). Before he can hit the move Evans is able to squirm free, spinning around out of the piledriver predicament then turning towards Evermore with an attempted lariat. Axl ducks it and catches Pat around the back of the head, pulling him down into a reverse neckbreaker. The crowd is cheering at the sight of all of these quick reversals but with Evermore ending up in the driver’s seat. He rises to his feet quickly, turning to face Max who slips through the ropes and now comes charging forward while ducking his head. The top of his cranium rams into Axl’s stomach and sends him flipping upward onto his partner’s shoulders, who turns and pushes on the back of Max’s thighs. As a result Max is flipped over backwards into a big moonsault that collides with the down Evans’ ribs. Another loud outburst is heard from the crowd while Axl turns in the direction of a rising Rose, charging forward with a running chop at her sternum. Aurora ducks it though, rolling forward onto her feet then springing into the air and landing on the middle rope. She springs off and twists in mid-air only to have Axl bend forward and catch her against his shoulder. He turns with Aurora elevated in the air, his arms wrapped around her waist in a modified bearhug while Max rushes into the ropes behind his partner. He jumps onto the middle cable and springs off, twisting into a devastating buzzsaw style shin kick delivered directly to Aurora’s face. This leads into a loud ovation as Aurora crashes onto her spine and Axl jumps forward into a jackknife cover, holding the back of Rose’s legs in the process of lying spine first across her sternum.

Somehow Aurora is able to kick out, leading into a loud ovation, mostly negative from the fans.

Douglas: Ohhh, so close to seeing the first elimination in this gauntlet series.

Mayne: You should know by now that Aurora and Evans are more resilient than that. Which leads me to believe that we’re going to be here all night waiting for these eliminations to take place if every tag match is going to be as long as this one.

Evermore can’t believe it as Max grips at his head and calls out to his partner. Axl nods towards Max and the two take hold of Aurora’s ankles, lifting up on them and as thus sending her rolling over backwards onto her feet. They both take hold of her wrists and whip her at the same time towards the cables. She jumps over them though and lands on her feet on the apron, taking hold of the top rope in the process then springing onto it. She flies off at both Evermore and Max who bend forward to avoid her dive. She flips over top of Axl, wrapping her arms around his waist, pulling her over backwards into a sunset flip while Pat grabs hold of the back of Max’s head. He rushes him towards the ropes and throws him through the cables to the outside of the ring, where he twists around and comes down shins first into the mats. Axl doesn’t remain in the sunset flip position, instead rolling over backwards and grabbing hold of Rose’s leg. He lifts it into the air under his armpit, turning her over into the Straight Jacket to a loud reaction from the crowd. The modified Boston crab is causing Aurora to scream at the top of her lungs in pain. However, Pat Evans turns around to face the back of his opposition while reaching into his pocket and removing something.

Aurora is screaming in pain, at the point of tapping although she isn’t the legal individual. Suddenly a chain wrapped fist collides directly with the side of Axl’s face. The shot echoes throughout the arena and the crowd reacts with repulsion as Evermore is sent crashing into the canvas, lying there absolutely motionless at this point. Pat stands over him, glaring down at the laid out Evermore while shaking his head and grinning slightly. Official Ingelson has no other alternative but to turn and call for the bell, signifying that Evans and Rose have been eliminated via disqualification.

Dan: No, dammit NO! Evans has just struck Evermore with that chain wrapped fist again! He’s ruined this gauntlet already by getting himself disqualified!

Mayne: Evans and Rose don’t care about the Tag Team titles, and they don’t care about being disqualified, they just want to inflict pain on people, especially Fully Loaded.

The bell is still chiming in the background as Ingelson jumps in Pat’s path, demanding he vacate the ring immediately after his distasteful actions, stating clearly that his team has been eliminated. However, Evans doesn’t seem to give one hoot about the official’s orders, shoving him aside quickly then moving towards the laid out Axl. He straddles Evermore’s sternum and pulls up on his head, beginning to punch him repeatedly in the face with his chain embraced knuckle. The fans are screaming, the Japanese fans outraged as Pat repeatedly slugs Axl over and over again, busting him open and doing who knows how much extensive damage.

Dan: COME ON! Someone stop this, someone come out here and STOP THIS! Not only does he get himself DQed but he’s a sore loser too.

Mayne: He’s not sore about being DQed, he just wants to ensure that Evermore and Max have no chance whatsoever of winning the Tag Team titles.

Claret is gushing from Axl’s face as he’s struck again with a chain to the forehead. Max has slid into the ring, hobbling a little thanks to his awkward landing outside of the ring and staggering towards his partner’s aid. However, Aurora rushes up behind him, delivering a shoulder block right to the back of Max’s knee, knocking him over onto his spine with the crowd screaming in outrage. Max reaches for his knee yelling in pain while rolling to his stomach when Rose grabs him by the ankle, lifting his leg into the air. She now pulls him down knee first violently into the ring, causing him to yell out in anguish. He rolls onto his back reaching for his leg when Aurora bends forward, grabbing hold of it and stretching it out over the back of her neck. She stands straight with Max’s leg bent awkwardly over the back of her neck and shoulders, establishing the Stretch Muffler. Craven is roaring in agony as his leg is twisted and brutalized at the hands of the woman who he tried to save for so long from the individuals who is still busting open Evermore with shots from his chain wrapped fist.

Douglas: This is enough, this is ENOUGH!

Mayne: Fully Loaded is being destroyed right here before our very eyes at the hands of Evans and Aurora, which automatically makes this payper-view worth the ordering price.

With Ingelson demanding that they stop and calling for help from the back Evans takes his rival by the hair, forcing Evermore over onto his knees. He drags his head under his seat and now takes him around the waist, pulling him up to his feet albeit hunched forward in a piledriver position. Evans lifts him into the air, holding him upside down then jumping into the air, connecting with a spike piledriver. The dangerous move sends Evermore flying up into the air and coming down on his back, lying on the canvas a complete and utter crimson mess. He gasps for air while claret flows in pints down his face and Max is almost passing out from the pain coursing through his knee. Aurora finally drops his leg and then falls to her knees over top of his head, whispering something seductively into his ear. Evans approaches her slowly yet with his eyes locked on the bloodied, barely moving Evermore. Aurora stands at the side of the Submission Champion, wrapping her arm around his shoulders as the two back with smiles on their faces in the direction of the ropes.

Douglas: This is one of the most disgusting things I’ve ever seen. Rose and Evans have absolutely zero class or respect for this business. They’ve just ruined Evermore’s and Max’s chances of winning the tag team titles tonight.

Mayne: Who knows, they might have a fighting, haha, sorry, a fighting-hahahaha, a fighting chance, MWAHAHAHAHAHA!

Dan: Hopefully the next team out here takes some mercy on these two.

Evans and Rose drop to the outside mats, backing up the ramp with twisted delight in their eyes over what they’ve just accomplished. Max is crawling towards the bloodied, sprawled out Evermore, checking on his condition in the process of favoring his possible shattered knee. Max glares towards the stage where Evans and Rose are now standing and smiling when the arena lights dim and the opening chords of Rolling Stone’s “Paint it Black” echo throughout the arena, resulting in screams from the crowd gathered here in the Kyocera dome. Red lights flash and mist appears on the Jumobtron while the harsh, synthetic guitars of Fever Dream kick in. Through the curtains now strolls the emotionless, cold Desolation and the smirking World Heavyweight Champion Hurse. Both men have their Tag Team Titles draped over their shoulders and appear rather jovial as they begin to make their way towards the ring, where their battered opponent’s wait for their arrival.

Douglas: Oh no, you’ve got to be kidding me. This timing can’t be coincidental. Evermore and Max have been left in horrible shape at the hands of Evans and Rose and now the Alpha Generation is the next team out here! This had to have been planned.

Mayne: What are you bitching about now Dan? Was it not you who said before this match that with the exception of Fully Loaded, all entries were selected at random?

Dan: Don’t use my own words against me.

Billy: Besides, if the Alpha Generation had the power to pick their spot in this match, don’t you think they’d come out later?

Douglas: I think the AG are arrogant enough to believe that they can win coming in at this spot.

Desolation jumps onto the apron and briefly lifts his Tag Team Title belt high into the air, all the while shooting a malicious gaze in the direction of Evermore. Axl is trying to sit up while blood just gushes down his face and spills from his chin to the canvas below, his eyes fluttering as they attempt to remain open. Max rises to his feet and sticks his fists out although he is barely able to put much pressure on his leg, insisting that the Alpha Generation face him instead of Evermore, trying to protect his very battered opponent. Hurse shouts something to the referee as he walks up the steps, insisting that Axl is the legal man since he was the last person tagged in during the previous match. This forces Ingelson to have to step in front of Max, backing him towards the turnbuckle, insisting that he exit the ring while Craven tries to explain that Axl is in no condition to compete. He can barely place weight on his knee yet he wants nothing more than to start this match out for his team but the referee demands he play by the rules. Desolation slowly slips through the cables as if savoring this moment, his eyes locked on the bleeding Evermore who is trying his best to force himself up to his knees in the center of the ring. He is actually motioning for Desolation to bring it, although he almost falls over every time he does so. Hurse watches all of this with delight from their corner as he tosses the tag strap to the official, Desolation handing his over and measuring up his busted opponent in the process.

Douglas: This is just wrong, Axl Evermore is in no condition to compete here whatsoever….

Mayne: Look Dan, we’re finally going to see Desolation and Evermore come to blows with each other, the moment we’ve been waiting for for months is finally here.

Dan: Of course Desolation would want to face him now, he’s incapable of fighting back.

The Dark Man is savoring this moment as he places his hands together and cracks his fingers then balls them up into fists. He steps towards the kneeling Axl ever so slowly, shaking his head with a slight grin on his face all the while then reaching out, taking hold of Evermore’s hair. Desolation pulls back on Axl’s face while cocking his fist, ready to deliver a swift, devastating punch to further bust open his rival. Max is shouting at him not to do it as the whites of Evermore’s eyes are all that can be seen beneath the layers of blood cascading down his face. For some reason Desolation is hesitating, his fist still raised in the air threatening to slug Evermore with the crowd screaming in anticipation. Strangely Desolation lowers his fist and instead sticks his finger to the bloody forehead of his opponent, turning it in circles to make a target emblem on Evermore’s face. He now lets go of the hair and rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and getting a running start. He pulls his foot back and kicks at Axl’s forehead only for his boot to stop just short of his rival’s face. His boot remains suspended just inches from the kneeling Evermore while a smirk settles over Desolation’s face and his eyes turn towards Max who is imploring him to let Axl make the tag.

This demand only increases Desolation’s smile before he lowers his boot and backs towards his corner, slapping Hurse’s hand. The fans react with even further disgust the second the World Champion enters the ring, causing him to stop him and look in all directions, deeply offended by their response.

Billy: Desolation toying with Evermore before finally making the tag to Hurse, so we’ve still yet to see either the Dark Man or Mr. NYC come to blows with each other.

Douglas: And now we have to put up with the egotistical World Heavyweight Champion coming in there and he will show no hesitation in facing Evermore.

Hurse slowly approaches the bleeding Axl while shouting at Max then booting Evermore right between the eyes. The crowd is booing as the blood smeared Axl crashes to the canvas and Hurse points in Craven’s direction, talking some smack, or at least trying to. He now turns in the direction of the laid out Evermore and jumps into the air, stomping down to his lacerated forehead. Evermore convulses on the canvas as a result while Hurse takes him by the crimson soaked hair, rolling him to his knees. He snaps on a front chancery then drops back into a quick vertical suplex, floating over into the pin and making sure to rub his forearm into Evermore’s face in the process.

To the shock of many Axl is able to power his shoulder from the canvas, slightly offending Hurse enough to pull him up to his seat then rush forward into a devastatingly stiff running knee strike right to his facial features. Axl lands on his back while Max covers his face in shame, wishing there was something he could do here, but realizing that the last thing Evermore would want is for his team to be disqualified from this match. Hurse steps forward with a smirk then turns his attention back towards the laid out, profusely bleeding Axl before dropping to his knees at his side. The World Champion takes hold of Axl’s hair, pulling his head up and beginning to slug him repeatedly in his busted open forehead. The crowd is screaming, everyone voicing their outrage over what they’re seeing, Hurse purposely trying to turn this bout into even more of a blood letting. Axl is unable to defend himself whatsoever as Hurse now begins to bite at his forehead.

Douglas: This is sick, absolutely appalling. If someone has got a white towel I suggest they throw it in right now.

Mayne: Just like in that JT Knight versus Desolation match a few weeks ago. If they don’t throw in the towel we might get one of those Drago, Apollo Creed moments.

Max is shouting for Evermore to snap out of this, imploring him to get up and make the tag while he is pulled over onto his knees. Axl’s face is aimed towards the canvas, blood gushing down to the canvas while Hurse rushes up beside him, delivering a brutal kick right to his face. The strike echoes throughout the arena and creates a grimace from the sold out crowd, watching as Evermore drops to the canvas, rolling onto his back almost a lifeless wreck. A cringe comes from the fans, who cup their mouths over the stiff strike before Hurse steps forward, placing his boot to Axl’s throat while pushing down on his knee in the process. Evermore is gagging, his legs kicking throughout the process while Hurse chuckles menacingly, extending his palm out towards Desolation. However, the Dark Man holds up his palms, imploring Hurse to carry on, choosing to be a voyeur at this time instead of actively participating. Therefore Hurse turns and places his boot to Evermore’s chest, grabbing hold of his wrists and using them to sit him up slightly on the canvas. He pushes down with his foot in Evermore’s chest, shoving his opponent spine first into the canvas with force. Hurse now steps forward and jaw jacks with Max while behind him Evermore is rolling towards the ropes, grabbing them and desperately trying to rise to his feet despite being drenched in his own blood.

Hurse spits in Max’s direction then turns towards Evermore, pouncing on his injured prey only to walk into a right hand to the face. Somehow Evermore is fighting back, stepping out of the ropes and hitting another jab to the jaw of the World Champion. The crowd is cheering loudly with each shot that lands and staggers Hurse, who flails his arms in a circular motion to keep his body upright. With he fans rallied behind him the bloodied Evermore steps out of the corner only to be caught with a drop toe hold, planting him face first into the canvas yet again. He pops up onto his knees with claret gushing from almost every inch of his features while Hurse gets up and jumps into the air, coming down knee first into the back of his head. This results in a negative sentiment from the Kyocera dome crowd while Hurse turns away from his battered opponent, shooting a sickened glare towards the fans. He now stands and mockingly bows in the direction of the fans then turns in the direction of the struggling Axl.

Douglas: Evermore tried to come back in this match but his offensive was cut off due to a timely drop toe hold.

Mayne: Why are these people booing Hurse, he’s honoring these Japanese fans.

Dan: He’s mocking them.

Billy: Is there a difference?

Hurse turns back towards the still bloodied Evermore as he tries to struggle his way to his feet. As soon as he gets up the World Champion steps in front of him and snapmares him over seat first onto the canvas, dropping to his knees behind Axl and locking him up in a seated abdominal stretch. The fans in the building are booing, while a somewhat hard to decipher Axl chant has commenced. All the while Desolation is leaning his face against his fist, watching this delightfully. He observes the brutality being inflicted on Evermore, as his body is drained of its blood and its energy. There seems to be little to nothing left of the very battered, horribly damaged Axl, yet somehow he resists the temptation to submit, fighting the urge to give up. His fist balls up as he tried to dredge forth the strength to fight out of this hold yet is unable to so much as begin to stand up.

Billy: Well, Axl’s presence out here was unbearable while it lasted.

Dan: It’s not over yet Billy, it’s not over yet.

The double champion smirks towards the fans while he exerts even more pressure on the hold, Desolation leaning over the ropes as he tries to get a better glimpse of this brutality being inflicted. Max has his arms raised in the air, slapping his palms together, trying to get the fans on their feet in order to endow Evermore with the necessary energy to fight his way free. The Japanese fans are standing, clapping as well while others stomp their feet, trying to empower Evermore, who looks to be fading from this hold he’s trapped in. Official Ingelson is bent forward right in front of him, checking on his condition, asking, nay almost imploring him to give up after this amount of blood loss, concerned with his condition just like everyone else. The fans are chanting Axl’s name as best they can while he remains grounded on the canvas, little life in his eyes. They slowly begin to force themselves open, filling with conviction, refusing to be eliminated from this tag team gauntlet no matter how many injuries he sustained at the hands of Evans and Aurora.

Douglas: Look at this Billy, there’s still fight left in Evermore.

Mayne: There shouldn’t be, in fact it’s completely implausible that there would be. But oh well, rather he gets out of this hold or not, he’s still going to lose, there’s no way he nor Max will make it through three more teams.

The fans are slapping some of the barricades with their feet stomping with force against the concrete, creating a loud ruckus while Evermore begins to force himself upwards. Blood still cascades down his face while Desolation watches on more amused than ever. Slowly Axl rises to his feet, agonizing all throughout the process while Hurse shakes his head, the double champion despondent over what is occurring. Suddenly Evermore reaches his feet, his body shaking while Hurse puts his all into the hold, twisting and ripping at the already very badly damaged frame of his opponent, refusing to allow him to escape. He lifts his leg into the air and places it around the neck of the standing Evermore, applying an octopus stretch at this point. However, this proves to be his undoing as Axl turns, sticking his head under Hurse’s seat then standing up, throwing the World Champion through the air with a big back drop. The counter sends many of the fans in the Kyocera dome into a frenzy while Hurse arches his spine from the ring and rolls towards the cables. Evermore is in a very dazed, disorientated state as he turns his eyes towards Max who is desperate for the tag. His hand is extended as far out into the ring as possible while Evermore begins to crawl towards him, blood still dripping down his face and actually clotting in the process. He pulls himself agonizingly in the direction of the desperate Max, everyone in the Kyocera dome hoping that he can make the tag.

Douglas: Axl is fighting, he’s fighting, he needs to make this tag if his team has any hope whatsoever of keeping their Tag Title hopes alive!

Mayne: What hope? There’s more hope that Paulie Shore would win an Oscar. Although he did deserve one after Jury Duty.

Evermore barely has an ounce of energy left in his frame as he crawls towards the corner, Max wincing in pain from his knee yet keeping his arm outstretched as far as it will go. Axl reaches out with his fingers lingering just short of Max’s, sending the crowd into an uproar before Evermore’s ankle is snatched up in the grasp of World Champion Hurse. The tired, exasperated Fully Loaded member begins to lunge forward for the tag yet Hurse is still grasping hold of his ankle, keeping him from moving forward. As a result Axl begins to stand up, hopping up and down on one foot then actually having the wherewithal to twist into an enzugari. Hurse ducks it however, causing Evermore to crash stomach first into the canvas with the World Champion stepping over his back. He lifts his legs into the air, applying the Legend Lock while he stands over his opposition’s lower back. Roars of agony erupt from the former Cartel title holder, pushing himself up onto his elbows and looking through the blood rushing down his face towards his partner. Max refuses to give up hope, yelling out for him to make the tag while Desolation almost salivates at the mouth at the sight of Axl being destroyed.

Mayne: YES, the Legend Lock is applied ladies and gentlemen! Evermore is no more, ha, that was a play on words.

Dan: And a horrible one at that. Evermore is completely trapped in the Legend Lock and I’m beginning to think that all hope may at last be lost.

Billy: Well judging by your response your not exactly a wordsmith either. That insult might pack more sting if I was aware of what a wordsmith is.

Axl forces himself up onto his elbows, shouting out in pain but refusing to tap no matter what the condition of his body might be. Max is shouting for him to make the tag, imploring him to do so, his fingers twiddling while remaining outstretched. Finally Evermore begins to drag himself forward across his elbows, Hurse shocked at the sight of this with his eyes opened widely and his jaw hanging open. He can’t believe Evermore still has fight in him as he crawls forward, extending his hand as the tips of Max’s fingers hit his partners, constituting a legal tag. Hurse is even more stunned than before as Max springs to the top rope and now takes flight, landing posterior first on the double champion’s sternum with a seated senton. Hurse breaks the hold and tumbles onto his back with Max landing on top of him and then rolling across the canvas with his hands wrapped around his knee. He is incredible pain yet he still forces himself up to his feet, hobbling around and trying to keep his team in this match.

Dan: The tag has been made to Max and battered leg and all he takes out Hurse!

Mayne: How did Evermore still have the strength to make that tag while trapped in the Legend Lock?

Hurse is in a horribly dazed condition as he rolls to his knees, Max stepping up beside him then delivering a swift, ever so deadly kick right to the side of the World Champion’s face. Hurse crashes onto his back with Max falling on top of him, still holding his leg in the process.

Hurse kicks out, getting his shoulder up in the nick of time with the crowd screaming with despair as a result. Max rises to his feet, hobbling in the process and taking hold of Hurse’s hair, rolling him to his knees while slugging him repeatedly right between the eyes. He takes hold of the World Champion’s hair and drags him up to his feet only to have both of his eyes racked violently. As a result Max turns away from him, covering his eyes in pain while Hurse rushes towards him and receives an unexpected jumping back heel kick right to the face. The blow knocks him to the canvas while Max lands on his elbows and knees, wincing and again reaching for his knee. Max rises to his feet quickly though, blocking the pain in his leg and stepping towards the dazed World Champion, grabbing him by the hair. He tries to force him up to his feet when Hurse lobs a forearm right into Max’s knee, causing him to yell out in pain while falling to a kneeling base. Hurse stands up in his very dazed state and jumps back, slapping the hand of Desolation, who finally actually desires getting in there. He slips through the ropes, taking his time and slapping his shin, rushing forward at the kneeling Max and setting up for a running buzzsaw kick. He swings his leg directly at Max’s head only to have Cravem duck it at the last second. Desolation steps behind him, his spine facing his opposition when Max stands and lunges into the air, landing knees first on top of his opponent’s shoulders then dropping forward and taking him over into a head scissors. The Dark Man is sent flying forward and landing sternum first on the middle cable, his arms tumbling over the ropes to keep him held in this predicament.

Mayne: Nooo! Desolation was tagged in to finish this one legged man off, and yet Max is still in there fighting!

Dan: He’s surprisingly holding his own against the tag team champions, he realizes that he can’t let up, that if he fails his team is out of the tag title gauntlet.

Max rises to his feet, hobbling terribly and glaring at the back of Desolation who is still hung over the middle cable. He rushes forward, blocking the pain in his leg and then jumping into the air, hitting a hesitation dropkick right to the upper spine of his opponent. Desolation bounces off of the ropes and tumbles onto the canvas, convulsing in pain while Max rolls away from him. He tries to get up with his leg aching, turning in time to spot Hurse rushing across the ring, trying to get in a sucker punch of sorts. Max jumps into the air, twisting his body and catching Hurse around the neck, pulling him down to the canvas with almost a modified reverse facebuster. Hurse’s head crashes with force against the canvas, his eyes dazed while he sits up, trying to maintain some semblance of brain functionality. He tumbles to the ring while Max stands, hobbling and turning in circles before glaring at the dazed Desolation, trying to use the ropes to stand. Craven rushes forward when Desolation stands and dives at his knee, connecting with a brutally stiff front dropkick to the knee. The fans react with despair as Max crashes into the ring, roaring in anguish, rolling back and forth while convulsing. He grips at his knee with both hands in between slugging the ring with the side of his fist, the pain coursing through his leg being indescribable at this point.

Mayne: Hahaha, Max;s knee just possibly broken at the feet of the ever so brilliant Desolation!

Dan: Good God that dropkick may have done some serious, serious damage. Max was trying his best to fight these insurmountable odds but there’s only so much he can do on a bad wheel.

Max continues to agonize while clutching at his knee, rolling slowly across the ring with Desolation getting to his feet, attempting to regain his senses. Both men are standing when Desolation steps towards him and takes hold of Max’s hair, forcing his head under his seat and setting up for what looks like a powerbomb, so sure in his abilities that he doesn’t even bother to exploit the obvious weakness. Axl is standing up in his corner, almost falling over several times by spotting this and calling out for a tag. Max is hoisted into the air and onto Desolation’s shoulders before he begins to rush across the ring, intent on throwing him spine first into the turnbuckle with a running powerbomb. Max places his hands to the top of Desolation’s head though and shoves himself up and over his cranium, landing on his feet behind his adversary’s back. The Dark Man spins around with Max staggering towards him and jumping into the air. He hits Desolation with a modified crossbody, that sends both men crashing backwards into the ropes then spilling over them to the outside of the ring. Axl reaches out and makes the tag to Max as he flies over the ropes at his side, both men tumbling to the outside mats with a loud reaction. The crimson colored Evermore slips through the ropes and seems unaware of who the legal man is in his dazed state, locking his sights of the dazed, confused, disorientated Hurse who is trying to stand up in the ring. Evermore can barely stand yet approaches Hurse and takes him by the arms, hooking them both for the Flipside. On the outside of the ring Desolation and Max have risen to their feet when the Dark Man takes hold of his opponent’s wrist and whips him knees first right into the steel steps. Max slams into the steps and flips over them onto the mats, the fans screaming with disgust as a result while in the ring Evermore is about to finish off the World Champion.

Suddenly Hurse drops to his knees and delivers a straight blow to the testicles. The fans respond with utter disgust and despair as Hurse rises to his feet in front of the bloodied, crimson shaded Axl, taking him around the neck. He rushes forward at the turnbuckle, stepping up it and flipping over in reverse with a Contra Code.

Douglas: AHHH! Evermore hit with a low blow, followed by Hurse’s version of the Contra Code!

Mayne: Hurse showing that a straight blow to the testies can get you out of any situation, as it has for him over the past few weeks.

Dan: One would have to believe that if Evermore wasn’t in such dire condition that he’d be able to stop such a thing from happening, but now he looks completely taken out.

Evermore is completely laid out on the canvas now, blood absolutely gushing from every inch of his face while Hurse rolls across the ring in an equally as disorientated state. Desolation now slips into the ring and approaches the down Evermore, observing him for only a moment before placing his foot on his sternum in an ever so cocky pin. Ingelson turns, dropping to the canvas and making the count.

The entire Kyocera dome responds with repulsion as Fully Loaded have been eliminated from the tag gauntlet, even after they put forth such a valiant effort despite their injuries.

Billy: Hahahahaha, this is wonderful, Desolation pins Evermore and he didn’t even have to lay a finger on him to do it.

Douglas: This is disgraceful, absolutely disgraceful. The Alpha Generation advances in the Tag Team gauntlet, thanks in large part to the injuries that were inflicted on Fully Loaded before this bout began, conveniently at the hands of Evans and Rose.

Mayne: Blah, blah, blah, the point is Fully Loaded are eliminated, gone fellas, see you all later, chow, later alligators!

Desolation steps back with his arms crossed over his sternum, watching with a titled head as Evermore feebly tries to recover. He turns slowly onto his side with blood still rushing down his face, Hurse standing in the Alpha Generation corner with a twisted grin on his face, observing all of this with a devious delight. Max leans against the apron for support with his hand pressed to his very battered knee, yet still possessing the strength to reach into the ring, taking hold of Evermore’s leg. He drags him out of the ring while Max keeps his eyes on the Alpha Generation gloating in the ring without even saying a word. Evermore leans into Max who barely has the strength to hold himself up yet keeps both their bodies upright. Desolation smirks with great joy at the sight of the bloodied Evermore, who gazes through his claret into the face of his arch rival, wishing to do nothing more but to get back in the ring and get his hands on the Dark Man. Max won’t let him do it though, assisting him around the ring and being unable to put much weight on his knees in the process.

Dan: What a shame ladies and gentlemen, Fully Loaded are eliminated after putting forth one hell of an effort.

Mayne: The only shame is that once again we’ve been deprived of the sight of Evermore having his hideous face Curb Stomped by the Dark Man.

Douglas: Have you no shame yourself?

Billy: No, probably not.

Evermore is assisted up the ramp with the help of Max, both men in bad conditions yet their eyes still locked on the Alpha Generation in the ring. The Tag Team Champions appear very pleased with themselves, Hurse waving goodbye to the Fully Loaded members all the while. Desolation tilts his head and shows little emotion as the Fully Loaded members back up the ramp, living to fight another day. Hurse begins to get truly smug, grinning from ear to ear when….Things turn silent inside the arena. The arena lights drop the darkness as the crowd begins to give off a general murmur. The opening chords of Marilyn Manson’s “This Is The New Shit” begins to play, bring the crowd to a fever pitch. A few opening shots on the video screen light up showing the silhouette of Killjoy walking down a lightened hallway.

“Babble, babble, bitch, bitch;
Rebel, rebel, party, party;
Sex, sex, sex and don’t forget the violence;
Blah, blah, blah, got your lovey-dovey sad-and-lonely;
Stick your stupid slogan in:

Everybody sing… ARE YOU MOTHERFUCKERS READY?!! FOR THE NEW SHIT?!!”

The song kicks in full blast over the sound system inside the arena. The lights come back up just in time for the crowd to see Killjoy and Psycho makes their way out onto the stage, a kendo stick in the hand of Master of the Mind Games, and the Sadistic One clutching his Cartel Championship. Hurse is shaking his head, not liking the sight of the next team to stroll through the curtains, two of his age old rivals while Desolation is bending forward and motioning for them to bring it.

Dan: And here comes team number 4, Psycho and Killjoy! Two men who are about to make the AG pay for their transgressions tonight.

Mayne: Both of these guys have been feuding with Hurse for years, but he’ll serve as the necessary distraction for Desolation to get the upper hand, mwahahaha.

Douglas: The AG are in some serious trouble right here and right now!

Killjoy and Psycho don’t hesitate at all, slipping into the ring under the ropes then jumping to their feet. They charge forward into Desolation and Hurse, both teams coming to blows almost immediately with the crowd in the Kyocera dome cheering accordingly. Psycho is drilling Desolation in the face and the Dark Man is responding with strikes of his own while Killjoy and Hurse are battering one another to a loud ovation.

Mayne: This is insanity! Outright insanity!

Douglas: I pity Ingelson if he thinks he can get these two teams under control.

Psycho bends forward and drives his shoulder into Desolation’s stomach, powering him backwards into the turnbuckle. Desolation is slugging Psycho over the upper back repeatedly with both hands while Hurse goes for a low blow kick to Killjoy’s testicles. However, the Master of Mind Games catches hold of Hurse’s foot and pushes it down, sending him into a spin. He turns to face Killjoy who rushes forward and clotheslines the double Champion over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Hurse flips over and crashes face first off of the apron, tumbling backwards into the barricade and leaning on it for support. Killjoy slides out of the ring and steps towards Hurse, taking him by the back of the head and the wrist then whipping him with all of his strength towards the barricade. The World Champion turns and slams into the barricade with incredible force side first, bouncing off the steel then tumbling to the mats. Official Ingelson slides out of the ring and steps in front of Killjoy, placing his hands to his sternum, demanding he get back in the ring or be disqualified. All the while Desolation is slugging Psycho to the face, backing him up slowly towards the center of the ring. Psycho is dazed as the Dark Man rushes into the ropes spine first, he bounces off of them and then charges forward, only to be caught against his opponent’s shoulder. Psycho lifts him into the air, turning then delivering a vicious spinebuster slam. The Kyocera dome is going insane as Desolation is driven with such force into the ring, Psycho hooking his leg. Ingelson slides back into the ring and makes the count.

The Dark Man shoots his shoulder from the ring with just seconds to spare.

Douglas: A quick nearfall attempt by Psycho, I almost thought he was going to eliminate the Alpha Generation that quickly.

Mayne: What an ungrateful little bitch, how dare he hit that spinebuster on the man who helped him win the Cartel Championship, how dare he!

Psycho rises to his feet and shoots a menacingly glare towards the official before taking hold of Desolation’s hair, rolling him over onto his knees in the process. He pulls him up to his feet when Desolation swipes his arms away and delivers a brutal knife edge strike right to the Sadistic One’s sternum. Psycho is staggered, barely able to stand upright yet gets a malicious expression and demands Desolation do it again by slapping his sternum. Desolation chops him violently to the chest a second time and Psycho is almost removed from his feet yet flails his arms to keep himself upright. His eyes light up and he slaps his chest with both hands, imploring him to hit another strike as Desolation nods with a grin then pulls his hand back. Instead of hitting a chop he suddenly jumps into the air and smacks the Cartel Champion right in the face with a leg lariat variation. As a result Psycho is knocked to the canvas, the crowd booing and Killjoy now standing on the apron, demanding his partner get up. Hurse is still leaning on the barricade, working his way towards the entry way with his legs almost cutting out beneath him while in the ring the Dark Man has forced Psycho to a kneeling base. He steps in and begins to repeatedly jab him to the face, trying to do as much damage with these closed right hands as possible. He now turns while slapping his shin and rushes into the cables in front of the kneeling Psycho, getting a running start for a sure to be deadly buzzsaw kick.

He comes rushing back in at his opposition when Psycho stands, catching the Dark Man against his palms and hoisting him into the air. The fans are in shock as Psycho rushes across the ring holding Desolation in a gorilla press then throwing him over the ropes right on top of Hurse at ringside. Both men spill to the mats with Desolation coming down on top of his partner’s sternum.

Mayne: AAHHHH!!

Douglas: Desolation sent crashing into his partner with a well timed and well executed move from Psycho. This match has not slowed down at all since Killjoy and Psycho came out here.

Billy: The Alpha Generation were expecting this to be a cake walk and dammit that’s what they deserve.

Dan: They’re getting precisely what they deserve right now.

Hurse and Desolation can barely stand while leaning against each other for support. As soon as they get up right Hurse desperately licks at his fingers and tries to clean something off of his partner’s face to much disgust from the crowd. Their reaction changes though as Killjoy scales the turnbuckle and now takes flight, soaring through the air and crashing down on top of the Tag Team Champions. The Japanese fans are screaming with delight as all three men tumble to he mats, Killjoy rolling away from them and then rising to his feet and taking Desolation by the back of the head. He pulls him to his feet and rolls the Dark Man into the ring under the ropes, ending up on his back as Psycho steps forward lifting his elbow into the air. He drops it right into the black heart of the former World Champion, turning and hooking both of his legs in the process.

Desolation again kicks out, getting his shoulder up in the nick of time while on the outside of the ring Killjoy has dragged the World Champion up to his feet and is now whipping him directly at the turnbuckle post. Somehow Hurse has the wherewithal to reverse though, sending Killjoy rushing at the post instead and bashing face first off of it then tumbling to the outside mats amongst screams of disgust. Inside of the ring Psycho has pulled Desolation up to his feet and takes him by the wrist, dragging him forward into a lethal short arm clothesline. The impact sends the co-holder of the Tag Team titles tumbling spine first into the ring while Psycho turns away from him, stepping side ways in the direction of the cables. He is glaring at the turnbuckle, obviously about to allow his gargantuan mass to take flight, however, his attention quickly deviates to the World Champion bolting across the ring directly at him. Psycho ducks and catches his long time rival against his shoulder, back dropping Hurse right over the cables and sending him plummeting into the outside mats.

Dan: Hurse went for a sneak attack and he paid dearly for it! Wouldn’t this be the icing on the cake, if the Alpha Generation were defeated by Psycho & Killjoy?

Mayne: I wouldn’t eat any cake with that type of icing, because the taste would be bitter and it be far too fattening!

After briefly glancing over the cables at the down, struggling Hurse, Psycho spins to face his other rising opponent. Before he can block it Desolation rushes across the ring and dives forward into a devastating front dropkick right to Psycho’s sternum. The full on collision actually takes Psycho off of his feet and sends him flying backwards into the turnbuckle, crashing against it then tumbling to his seat in a dazed condition. Desolation rolls over backwards onto his feet after hitting the move and now comes barreling forward, launching himself knee first directly into Psycho’s face.

Billy: YAY! That’s what I’m talking about, that’s what I’m talking about right there babyt!

Douglas: Who are you shouting at?

Desolation steps backwards out of the corner, bending forward with his palms pressed to his knees and his breathes labored, obviously suffering from the quick, brutal exchange that has been this match thus far. Psycho is surprisingly already trying to stand up but Desolation is quick to rush forward and jump into the air, twisting around so that he drives his spine and elbow into his wide opponent’s abdomen. He then turns around and delivers a hard European Uppercut to his face, almost taking Psycho down again. However, Desolation doesn’t allow this to happen as he grabs Psycho’s wrist and whips him with all of his strength into the opposite turnbuckle, the hefty frame of his opponent charging will full force right into it. He bounces off of it sternum first and staggers backwards from the whisplash, Desolation pointing with both fingers at his spine then charging forward. As soon as he does Psycho shockingly spins around with his boot launched into the air, trying to drill him to the face with it. Desolation is able to baseball slide under his leg and rise to his feet, backing into the corner and pulling himself up it in reverse then launching himself off at Psycho. The Sadistic One turns and pulls Desolation down out of the air into a spinning powerslam that causes another ovation from the sold out crowd.

Desolation kicks his legs and reaches for his spine while Psycho rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them. He comes charging forward and jumps into the air, surprisingly catching some height before crashing down on top of Desolation with a full body splash then hooking his leg.

The Dark Man displays his resiliency by kicking out again, despite the way his body has been ravaged thus far. All the while Hurse is trying to pull himself up into his corner, having significant damage doing so and Killjoy is doing the same with his palm pressed to his forehead.

Douglas: Psycho back in the driver’s seat….

Mayne: Psycho should never be allowed to drive, the sight of him behind the wheel of a car would be too distracting to other drivers, plus God only imagine what he do to someone who cuts him off.

Psycho rises to his feet and takes the hair of his opponent into his hand, dragging him up to his feet while approaching his corner. He extends his hand and receives a tag from Killjoy who begins to scale the turnbuckle with surprising grace, reaching the top rope quickly while Psycho is placing Desolation in a modified abdominal stretch. Killjoy drops off the corner and punches the Dark Man right in the ribs, causing him to double over forward as a result. The former World Champion now rushes backwards into he ropes at his side, bouncing off of them and then charging forward into a stiff knee lift right to Desolation’s face. The Dark Man flies backwards and comes down to the canvas spine first, Killjoy dropping down to his side then trapping him in an Anaconda Vice. Desolation stomps his feet against the canvas, trying to get out of this predicament to the best of his abilities but finding himself completely and utterly trapped, at the mercy of the former World Champion. Killjoy’s eyes glare straight at Hurse who is having trouble standing in his corner, dropping to one knee while imploring Desolation to get up, begging his partner to stand for the sake of their belts and his own well being.

Desolation forces himself up to his seat with Killjoy rising to his feet at his side and leaning down into the submission, keeping it established all the while. Suddenly the Dark Man falls away from Killjoy and tumbles side first to the canvas, flipping his opponent over sideways as well. Killjoy rolls across the canvas on the back of his neck and shoulders, right onto his knees. He immediately begins to stand up while the agitated Desolation does the same, rushing forward right into a hard thrust kick to the jaw. The blow severally disorientates Desolation, almost knocking him to the canvas yet he somehow remains upright long enough to receive a kick to the ribs that doubles him over. The challenger for the belts places him in a front chancery, setting up for an evenflow DDT perhaps. Before he can connect Desolation reaches out, taking him by the back of the legs and lifting up on them, causing Killjoy to crash onto his back while the Dark Man jumps forward. He pulls up the legs of his opponent and lies spine first on his sternum, holding him in a jackknife style cover.

Killjoy kicks out by sitting up, rolling Desolation in reverse onto the back of his shoulders.

Desolation drops down to his knees and stands up quickly, stepping forward with a running buzzsaw kick that hits its mark on Killjoy’s face. The former World Champion, the Hardcore Icon drops to the canvas looking out of it, Desolation twisting around then falling on top of him for the pin.

Killjoy is somehow able to kick out even after taking that insanely stiff kick to the face.

Billy: Killjoy’s face shattered perhaps by that brutal buzzsaw kick. Maybe it will give him the excuse to start wearing a mask and change his name to Curry Man, which is by far the single greatest gimmick ever.

Douglas: Your unoriginality knows no ends. Killjoy taking a shot to the skull that would possibly kill a normal man, but I daresay his fight is not over.

Mayne: His fight may not be over, but his chances of winning have become slimmer than Gwyneth Paltrow. Hahahahaha, anorexia is so funny, I tried it once, until I realized it would mean I’d have to stop eating.

Killjoy is almost rendered unconscious by that kick yet he is somehow forcing himself upwards. As he gets to his elbows and knees his hair is grabbed and he’s forced to a full kneeling base by the twisted Desolation who is bending forward shouting things into his face. He now delivers a hard open hand palm strike to the cheek of the hardcore legend, then does the same thing to the opposite side of his face. Both incredible powerful shots cause Killjoy to waver back and forth while Psycho is calling out to his partner to fight, to get up and keep at it. However, that hope is dashed when Desolation delivers a straight, stiff, vicious knife edge chop right to Killjoy’s forehead. He is sent crashing to he ring once more, lying there in an incredible dazed state while Desolation buries his boot to his opponent’s throat then extends his hand outward. Hurse slaps his palm, tagging himself in and scaling the corner, just like Killjoy did upon his tag. The World Champion reaches the top rope with Desolation stepping out of the way and watching as Hurse delivers a frog splash right on top of his adversary. Hurse quickly hooks Killjoy’s leg as Desolation vacates the ring and Ingelson makes the count.

Killjoy powers his shoulder from the ring inciting Hurse to debate the speed of the count in an ever so outraged manner. He rises to his feet and approaches Desolation, tagging his outstretched palm and bringing him right back into this match. Hurse now grabs hold of Killjoy’s hair, pulling him to his feet then yanking one of his arms so that it is wedged under his testicles in almost a pumphandle slam position. Desolation steps to his opposite side and takes hold of his other arm, sticking it under his testicles as well. Both Alpha Gen members begin to lift up and down on the arms repeatedly, causing them to be driven into Killjoy’s testicles and resulting in him roaring in pain.

Billy: Ah, the dreaded Double Texas Sawhorse. They are technically castrating Killjoy right now, which would save us from billions of wretched greasy, mascara wearing, emo offspring.

Douglas: Isn’t this technically a low blow? Shouldn’t they be disqualified for this?

Ingelson is shouting at Hurse to vacate the ring before he takes hold of both Killjoy’s wrists, holding him in this bent forward position and observing his partner rushing into the cables. He bounces off of the ropes, charging back at the bent forward Killjoy and delivering a positively sick front dropkick right to the side of his head. The stiff strike knocks Killjoy loopy as he stands and turns in a disorientated circle towards Hurse who jumps into the air, catching him around the neck and pulling him down face first into the canvas with a modified leaping downward spiral. The crowd reacts with shock at the sight of the combination move which now leaves Killjoy rolling onto his back, lying there in an incredible dazed state. Psycho is slapping his hands, calling out for his partner to get up while he paces on the apron, the fans rallying behind Killjoy in the process.

There are still traces of fight left in him that Desolation looks to beat from his frame, quickly moving towards his terribly dazed opponent. He takes him by the hair and places him in a front chancery before reaching out and tagging in Hurse once again, who quickly slips through the ropes. Desolation now suplexes Killjoy over so that the back of his legs land on Hurse’s shoulders, both Alpha Gen members dropping into a combination powerbomb and reverse neckbreaker. Killjoy begins to convulse violently on the canvas while Hurse crawls forward and leans shoulders first into the back of his thighs, pushing his shoulders to the ring as a result.

Killjoy kicks out to a loud ovation which enrages Hurse enough to start threatening the official. He steps forward thrusting his finger repeatedly into Ingelson’s sternum who tries to explain that it was a fair count.

Dan: Stop arguing with the referee Hurse and keep your mind on the match, then you might actually get the three count!

Mayne: But it’s just so much fun picking on the referees, it should really be a gameshow or something.

Hurse turns back towards Killjoy who is desperately trying to get up from the canvas despite everything he’s been hit with thus far. As soon as he gets to his knees though Hurse drills him with a right to the face that takes him back down to the canvas yet again. Killjoy rolls across the ring and shockingly rises right back to his feet, stepping forward into another jab to the face which takes him down to the canvas a second time. To the astonishment of everyone, Hurse included, Killjoy rises right back to his feet, his eyes lit up with determination. He steps forward blocking all the pain coursing through his frame when Hurse mouths some obscenities in a cocky manner then steps forward to jab him to the face once again. Somehow Killjoy is able to block it, responding with a shot right to Hurse’s face which sends him reeling backwards. Killjoy steps forward with another punch aimed at his face only for Hurse to duck it, stepping behind his now determined opponent. Killjoy spins around and has his legs taken out from under him by the World Champion, who now tries to turn him over into the Legend Lock.

Billy: Hahaha, Hurse is about to put Killjoy in the Legend Lock! The Legend Lock! I repeat it for emphasis.

Douglas: And yet no one still cares, he doesn’t have it locked in yet Billy.

Killjoy turns back and forth as Hurse attempts to get his squirming opponent onto his stomach so that he can apply his inverted liontamer. Somehow Killjoy is able to bend his legs, causing Hurse to hunch forward and receive a hard right to the face, followed by another strike. The blows are weakening Hurse’s grasp substantially when Killjoy finally places his feet to his gut, shoving him off backwards. Hurse crashes into the ring then rolls over in reverse, getting back to his feet and charging towards his still laid out opponent. That’s when Killjoy rolls over backwards and slaps Psycho’s hand, tagging him back into this match. Hurse is unable to stop his forward momentum which carries him directly into a shoulder block to the sternum. Psycho has pulled himself over the ropes and launched the full weight of his shoulder into his opponent’s chest, knocking him down to the canvas while the crowd cheers accordingly.

Douglas: Killjoy has made the much required tag, he’s in there against the Alpha Generation!

Mayne: This will all amount to nothing, as Psycho is on neither Desolation’s nor Hurse’s playing field. The type of fields I was always picked last to play on when it came to choosing teams. Damn women’s lacrosse teams.

Desolation enters the ring and rushes across it right into a fist to the face from the now standing Psycho. The blow takes the Dark Man down to the canvas while Hurse is getting to his feet, stepping forward right into a bionic elbow to the top of the head from his portly opponent. As Desolation stands he steps into the same strike to the cranium, sending him tumbling to the ring as a result spine first. Psycho spins around as Hurse gets to his feet and comes rushing forward only to be caught by the chest and stomach then thrown into the air. He comes crashing down right on top of Desolation, lying on his opponent’s sternum while Psycho rushes into the ropes. He ricochets off and rushes forward, jumping into the air then coming down with a spine first senton splash right on top of Hurse and Desolation, the fans reacting with a loud ovation.

Dan: What were you saying about Psycho not being on the Alpha Generation’s playing field?

Mayne: What, it’s not my fault I wasn’t as burly as those women’s lacrosse players!

Douglas: Never-mind.

The Alpha Generation are in obvious pain while Psycho stands and approaches the legal man who happens to be his long, long time nemesis in the form of Hurse. Before the World Champion could stand up Psycho steps over his head and takes him around the waist, lifting him up onto his shoulders in a running powerbomb position then throwing him high into the air. Hurse travels almost the entire length of the ring before crashing with force into the canvas spine first then flipping over backwards after the impact. The Japanese crowd is going nuts at the sight of the devastating powerbomb while Psycho, who is on fire at this point, steps towards the struggling Desolation. He takes him by the hair and tries to force him to his feet only to have the Dark Man grab his opponent by the wrist and lift his foot into the air. He places it under Psycho’s jaw and then falls to his back, pulling down on the Cartel Champion’s wrist throughout the process and as thus dragging him face first into the bottom his boot. The impact causes Psycho to stand and stagger backwards into his corner, falling against it for support. Killjoy stands on the apron and makes the blind tag to his partner’s shoulder while Psycho stumbles forward out of the corner, being met with a hard kick to the gut from the co-holder of the tag team titles. Psycho is doubled over while Desolation steps to his side and goes for a hard buzzsaw kick to the cranium. Psycho steps back out of the way, causing Desolation spine to face him then steps forward and sticks his head under the Dark Man’s seat. He lifts him up into the air in an electric chair position then turns his side towards his corner, which Killjoy is flying off the top of. He catches Desolation around the neck and pulls him off of Psycho’s shoulders into a diamond cutter.

Dan: WOW! What a Tag Team move just hit by Killjoy and Psycho! Whoever would have thought these two could be capable of working as such a finely tuned tag team unit?

Billy: Jesus?

Douglas: It’s a hypothetical question Billy.

Killjoy rolls across the ring holding his back as if finally succumbing to the pain inflicted on him throughout this match. He ends up on the apron while Psycho grabs hold of Desolation’s wrist and ankle, pulling him into perfect position for the moonsault then turning towards the corner and beginning to scale it. The fans are on their feet in anticipation as the incredibly hefty frame of Psycho reaches the top rope with his back aimed in the laid out Desolation’s direction. With no hesitation he takes flight, soaring through the air and coming down with a moonsault directly into the canvas. The fans are stunned that Desolation was able to roll out of the way in the nick of time, ending up in a crawling base behind his kneeling opponent. Psycho remains on his knees while wrapping his arms around his ribs and sternum, finding it difficult to breathe after slamming so hard into the ring, yet a crueler collision lies ahead. Desolation steps up behind him, grabs hold of his wrists, pulls them in reverse then places his boot to the back of Psycho’s noggin, pushing him down face first into the ring with a modified curb stomp. The fans voice their outright disbelief over the incredible force in which Psycho’s face was rammed into the canvas, causing him to convulse in pain while Desolation staggers forward. On the outside of the square circle Hurse is crawling towards the time keeper, reaching out and taking something from them while their attention is on the action in the ring.

Desolation turns in time to spot Killjoy back on his feet and sliding through the ropes, charging forward and meeting him with a kick to the gut. He takes him by the wrist and drags Killjoy forward into his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before the Master of the Mind Games slips off, landing on his feet behind his opponent. He hooks both of Desolation’s arms and lifts him into the air, twisting him around and bringing him down face first into the ring with the full nelson into a DDT.

Douglas: What a series of brutal, hard hitting moves from these two teams fighting for the right to advance in this gauntlet as well as so much more.

Mayne: Damnit, this isn’t fair, if Desolation wasn’t distracted by the illegal man he would have easily countered that move by Killjoy!

Hurse is rolling back into the ring with his arms coveting his sternum while referee Ingelson rolls Desolation out of the ring seeing as he isn’t the legal man. A tired, exasperated Killjoy stands up, turning to face Hurse who is using one hand to reach his feet. As soon as he stands up Killjoy grabs him by the shoulder and spins him around only to be clocked right between the eyes with the tag team title belt. The fans vocalize their outright disgust as Killjoy is knocked to the canvas by the cheating Hurse who quickly pitches the tag title strap through the ropes to the outside of the ring then drops down on top of his opponent, hooking his leg.

Dan: Oh not this bullshit again!

Mayne: What brilliant strategy by Hurse!

Douglas: Cheating isn’t strategy.

Billy: What world are you living on?

Ingelson turns around and spots the cover, dropping and making the count with quickness.

Douglas: Not this way ref, NOT THIS WAY!

The entire arena reacts with outright repulsion as Killjoy and Psycho have just been eliminated from the tag team gauntlet due to the cheating of the World Heavyweight Champion.

Mayne: YES! YES!! Desolation and Hurse are still in it! They’ve eliminated yet another team!

Dan: This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous. It’s become clear as day now, the Alpha Generation are going to try and cheat their way out of this match just like they’ve done in every contest since their formation. This makes me sick, the Japanese crowd deserves better than this!

Billy: Seeing as they’ve been entertained for years by giant killer dinosaurs, I don’t think they mind. Just two teams left in your way guys, just two more pinfalls and you retain the straps! And considering which two teams it is, this should be as simple as Dustin Hoffman’s brain in Rain Man.

Killjoy’s hands are cupping at his face as he rolls across the ring and spills under the ropes to the outside mats, the fans still booing with outrage over the conclusion of this fall in the gauntlet bout. Hurse approaches Desolation who is slowly dragging himself up the cables and shaking his head after that hard collision with the canvas via the full nelson DDT, not even realizing that they’ve secured yet another victory in this gauntlet series. Psycho pushes himself up onto his knees, his eyes full of dread as he looks into the ring and realizes that his team has been eliminated. His vengeful gaze transfers to Killjoy who is still trying to collect himself on the outside mats as well.

Tell me exactly
what am I supposed to do?
Now that I have
allowed you to beat me!
Do you think that
we could play another game?
Maybe I can win this time?
I kind of like
the misery you put me through.
Darling, you can trust me
completely.
If you even try
to look the other way,
I think that I could kill this time.

Rah! Rah!
Rah! Rah!

It doesn't really seem
I'm getting through to you.
Though I see you weeping so sweetly.
I think that you might
have to take another taste,
a little bit of hell this time.

Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!
Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!

Is she not right?
Is she insane?
Will she now run for her life
in the battle that ends this day?
Is she not right?!
Is she insane?!
Will she now run for her life
now that she LIED TO ME!

The Japanese fans unleash an incredibly loud pop as through the curtains emerge Robin Brooks and N.H.B Champion Jon Rich. Both individuals stroll onto the stage with pyrotechnics erupting from both sides of the stage and determined expressions lurking on their faces. They glare towards the ring while Desolation glances over his shoulder into the features of Rich and Hurse smiles at the sight of Robin.

Douglas: And look at the next team coming out here Billy, the quick tandem of Jon Rich and Robin Brooks about to step foot in the ring against their winded enemies.

Mayne: Winded or not winded, the Alpha Generation shall defeat them with ease, ease I say!

Dan: These are the two biggest enemies of the Alpha Generation, and now they have the chance to eliminate the Tag Team Champions from this contest once and for all.

Billy: Ha, is all I have to say to that, ha indeed.

Jon Rich and Robin Brooks glance towards one another and now bolt towards the ring, Desolation and Hurse stepping to the center of the squared circle. They urge their opposition to enter as Hurse makes puckering motions with his lips towards Brooks and receives a slap on the back of the head from Desolation in the process. Rich and Robin rush towards the ring and jump onto the apron as official Ingelson steps in their path, immediately demanding that only one of them get into the ring then turning and ordering Desolation to vacate the squared circle as Hurse is the legal man. Hurse pats Desolation reassuringly on the shoulder, insisting that he has this one taken care of yet receives a speculative stare from the Dark Man who leaves the ring in his still dazed state. Robin briefly glances to he outside of the ring at Killjoy and Psycho backing up the ramp. Her ex boyfriend and current confidant is shouting at her to make sure Hurse suffers while keeping his hand pressed to his forehead. As a result of this plea Robin becomes steadfast to start this match which Jon agrees with for the sake of being a team player.

Douglas: Well this is certainly interesting, it appears Robin Brooks is going to start his out with Hurse. I’ve been waiting to see these two go at it ever since Brooks finally turned against her abusive, dominating boyfriend at Extinction.

Mayne: Only because she’s crazy, I have no idea how she could resist Hurse’s wooing.

Brooks slips through the ropes with a very intense expression on her face as a sweating, exhausted Hurse winks at her ever so seductively and now drops to the canvas. He lies across it in a truly enchanting pose, his head propped up by his palm and his finger raising towards his nipple, rubbing at it in a circular motion, all the while giving Robin that come hither gaze. Desolation has his face buried in his palm while standing in his corner, truly, truly humiliated by Hurse’s ridiculous behavior. Robin opts to watch this in disgust as Hurse now scoots around onto his elbows and knees, thrusting his posterior out into Brooks’ direction and then slapping it ever so seductively. Finally Brooks rushes forward and delivers a front dropkick right to his rear end, sending Hurse flying forward and crashing to his sternum. He rolls across the ring rubbing at his rear end then rising to his feet while Brooks gets to her knees in front of him. Instead of being outraged a smile comes to Hurse’s face.

Hurse: Kinky aren’t we?

He rushes forward when Brooks crawls under him and through his legs, ending up behind the World Champion then gabbing him by the back of the trunks. She rolls him over backwards into a school boy.

Hurse kicks out, rolling over backwards onto his knees then grabbing hold of Robin’s hand that was gripping at the back of his trunks. He swings around under the arm, looking as if he is about to apply an arm ringer on his kneeling opponent then stopping abruptly. Without warning the World Champion bends his head forward and plants several kisses on the back of Brooks’ hand, causing her to roll her eyes as a result. Brooks drops to the top of her head and nips up to her feet before twisting around, grabbing hold of the double champion’s arm in the process. She places him in an arm ringer then pulls him towards her before he has the chance to respond, jumping into the air and wrapping her legs around his neck. She spins him around and takes the World Champion over into a head scissors, flipping him spine first onto the canvas. Desolation slaps the apron, shouting at Hurse to get his head out of his ass while Robin rises to her feet and turns towards Rich who seems rather eager to enter this match. She slaps his outstretched palm as Hurse stands up and turns in a disorientated state towards Brooks stepping towards him. He extends his arms out to his sides, looking for a hug as he steps forward only to be hit with a drop toe hold from Robin, sending him crashing face first into the canvas. As soon as he lands Brooks steps over his back and pulls his head up into a chin lock, Rich charging into the cables in front of him. He bounces off of them spine first then rushes forward into a blistering front dropkick to the features of the Alpha Gen member.

Robin now stands up and places Hurse in a neck cravat, dragging him up to his feet before snapmaring him over posterior first onto the canvas. As soon as he lands she rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off the cables and charging back at her seated, dimwitted former lover. She jumps over his head and grabs hold of it, pulling him down to the canvas with a flip over blockbuster. Hurse slams into the ring while Rich rushes to his side and now delivers a standing moonsault, crashing down right on top of his mid-section.

Mayne: COME ON HURSE! Stop letting your puppy love dominate and control you! Slap that bitch!

Douglas: Jon Rich and Robin Brooks taking it to the World Champion right now, who outright refuses to accept the fact that his ex lover is beating the hell out of him.

Rich hooks Hurse’s leg, hoping for a quick pinfall while Robin rolls out of the ring.

Hurse kicks out, getting his shoulder from the ring in the nick of time then rolling away from Rich. He pushes himself up onto his knees, quickly crawling in a terrified state towards his corner then reaching through the ropes and wrapping his arms around Desolation’s waist. The Japanese fans chuckle at the sight of this while Desolation gently strokes Hurse’s hair and ensures him all will be okay. Finally the World Champion lifts his palm, the Dark Man slapping it then slipping through the ropes into the ring. His menacing gaze is shot in the direction of a standing Rich, the two men having waged quite a vicious campaign against one another over the past year, now coming head to head yet again here at Redemption Roe.

Douglas: Here are two individuals who spent most of 2007 tearing each other apart, and now we might see them do the exact same thing tonight.

Mayne: Jon is about to pay for that fluke win he got over Desolation at Extinction.

Jon scowls in the direction of Desolation, who smirks slightly at the prospect of getting his hands on his opponent. Both men rush forward and begin to exchange right hands with one another to a loud ovation, fisticuffs flying. Desolation is slugged hard to the face but he throws the same devastating shots into the skull of the No Holds Barred Champion. Suddenly the Dark Man turns and drives his knee into Jon’s ribs, taking him by the back of the head and rushing him at the ropes. He throws him over the cables to the outside mats only to have Jon land on the apron gracefully, holding onto the top rope to balance himself. He turns briefly as Hurse rushes at him across the apron only to receive a hard boot to the face, knocking him down to the outside mats. Rich turns in time to spot Desolation rushing in, sticking his head under the cables and placing them beneath the Dark Man’s posterior. He stands up straight and back drops Desolation over the cables right to the outside mats alongside his partner.

Desolation and Hurse start to rise to their feet in very groggy conditions while Jon jumps over the top rope and rushes across the ring into the opposite cables, bouncing off of them. He builds up tremendous speed while rushing across the squared circle then throwing himself through the ropes with a suicide dive headbunt. At the last second Desolation shoves Hurse out of the way and steps aside himself, causing Rich to fly right between them and crash with devastating force right into the barricade. His sternum rams with tremendous force against the steel, his arm falling over top of it in the process and his legs almost cutting out beneath him.

Douglas: Rich going high risk and paying for it dearly as the Alpha Generation were able to clear out of the way in the nick of time.

Mayne: Rich got real up close and personal with that barricade, which is just as inanimate as he is.

The Dark Man and the Master of Control both step forward, taking Jon under the legs and the arms, lifting him up into the air then dropping him chest first with force against the barricade. A cringe emanates from Rich who staggers backwards, his arms covering his sternum while Desolation rushes forward, wedging his shoulder into his rival’s stomach, pushing him spine first right into the apron. The collision causes Rich to call out in pain, Desolation turning him around then rolling him into the ring under the ropes. He slides in himself with Robin shouting to her partner, imploring him to get up only to watch as his hair is taken hold of by the vengeful Dark Man. Desolation takes him under the jaw as well, forcing him to face Robin in the process and shouting something truly distasteful in her direction.

Desolation: You should have returned his affection Brooks.

Desolation bends forward and takes Jon around the waist, forcing him to his feet then dropping in reverse, flipping his opponent over sideways so that he slams across the back of his head and shoulders into the canvas. The crowd screams at the sight of the back drop suplex which sends Rich flipping over onto his seat, looking dazed and disorientated then tumbling onto his back. The Dark Man stands up and steps behind the seated Rich, taking him around the arm and placing him in a half nelson before forcing him up to his feet. He drops back and connects with a half nelson suplex, Rich slamming into the canvas across the back of his head and shoulders then dropping over onto his front. Desolation turns and crawls towards the N.H.B Champion, pushing him onto his back then burying his forearm into his face for the pin.

Desolation purposely breaks his own pinfall, rising to his knee and shaking his head. He now looks down at the incredibly dazed, barely conscious Rich, slapping him slightly in the face.

Desolation: There’s no table to save you this time Johnny!

The Dark Man now forces Rich up to his feet and then lifts him into a scoop slam position before approaching his corner. He hooks Jon’s legs around the top rope, leaving him hanging in the tree of woe which Rich is immediately trying to get out of. He reaches up for his knees, trying to unwrap them from the top rope only to have Desolation deliver a sickening buzzsaw style kick upward into the back of Jon’s head. The stiff strike echoes throughout the arena and causes Jon to again hang upside down in a truly disorientated state while Desolation tags in Hurse.

Mayne: Jon is in the last place he wants to be right now, hanging in the tree of woe completely at the mercy of the Alpha Generation, and we all know the AG show no mercy whatsoever.

Douglas: If they did they’d stop subjecting us all to their title reigns.

Jon continues to hang in a very groggy condition while Hurse steps through the ropes and now seats himself on top of his partner’s shoulders. Desolation stands up, holding Hurse in an electric chair drop position before he begins to scale the turnbuckle. The fans are vocalizing their disgust as Desolation stands on top of Jon’s testicles with the added weight of Hurse on top of his shoulders, both men locking in the Double Decker Pecker Wrecker. They slap their hands over their hearts and belt out a rendition of “Oh Canada” to the dismay of the crowd.

Billy: Oh, the most powerful tag team move ever seen now being established.

Dan: Both men standing on top of Rich’s genitals!

Mayne: Assuming he has something to stand on in the first place.

Rich is howling in pain while reaching for his testicles before Desolation places his hands to the back of his opponent’s thighs, pushing him off of his shoulders into a backwards flip. Hurse lands on his feet and charges backwards across the ring into the opposite ropes, bouncing off of them and then coming back in with tremendous speed. Desolation grabs the top rope and pushes his lower body up into the air before swinging his feet down into a dropkick to Rich’s sternum while Hurse connects with a hesitation dropkick to his face at the same time. The double dropkick echoes throughout the arena and sends Rich into convulsions while he continues to hang in this precarious position. Many of the fans are voicing their sheer astonishment over this timely move while Desolation rolls under the ropes onto the apron, beginning to untangle Rich’s legs from the top rope. He pushes them over backwards, causing Rich to land on his feet and stagger backwards into Hurse who jumps into the air, wedging his knees to Jon’s spine then pulling him down into the back-stabber. Rich bounces off of the knees then twists, crashing into the canvas while Hurse scurries forward, pushing him onto his spine and hooking his legs.

Jon gets his shoulder up again, somehow kicking out with just seconds to spare, keeping his teams’ hopes alive in this very competitive gauntlet bout.

Douglas: Jon shockingly kicking out after taking that damaging series of moves. But I guess I shouldn’t be surprised as his feud with Desolation has given him an incredibly high pain threshold.

Mayne: He has Desolation to thank for almost everything, Dan. Hell, all of his popularity is denoted from that one win he got against the Dark Man.

Hurse rises to his feet and as Jon has rolled to his knees, blasting him over the upper back with a forearm strike then leading him up to his feet. Hurse takes Jon by the wrist and whips him across the ring only to have Rich shockingly reverse, turning towards the World Champion and pulling him into a whip instead. Hurse rushes at the cables and jumps into the air, landing on the middle cable and springing off backwards. That’s when Rich jumps into the air and meets him right to the spine with a well timed dropkick. The crowd responds with a loud roar of approval as Hurse drops to his seat, his spine arched and his fingernails dug into his palms.

Billy: What in the blue hell!?!

Douglas: Rich countering Hurse’s attempted springboard!

Jon rolls across the canvas with his hand pressed to his spine while Hurse is doing the same. Both men get to their elbows and knees within a few inches of one another, pushing themselves up to kneeling bases while facing each other. Jon jabs Hurse to the face while the World Champion responds with a shot of his own, both men trying to knock each other to the canvas but being unsuccessful as they work their way to their feet. Hurse now throws a lariat at Rich who ducks the shot, both men rushing forward as a result into opposite cables. They bounce off the ropes and rush back at each other, both men jumping into the air and colliding with each other with a double crossbody. The fans react with a tremendous ovation as both Hurse and Rich crash into the canvas, wrapping their hands around their ribs and rolling towards their corners.

Billy: Oh no, what a mid-air collision!

Dan: They’ve taken each other out of this equation perhaps, and now they both desperately need to make a tag.

Jon rolls towards his partner while Hurse crawls in the direction of his own, the fans wondering who will make that all important tag. Suddenly Rich jumps forward and slaps Brooks’ hand while Hurse does the same, tagging in Desolation. The Dark Man jumps over the top rope and rushes forward while Brooks springs to the upper cable, taking flight. She soars over top of Desolation’s back who bent forward to avoid the strike, catching him around the waist and rolling him over backwards into a sunset flip.

Desolation rolls in reverse and takes hold of Robin’s legs, trying to lock them up into position for the Curb Stomp while grimacing in anger. Brooks suddenly reaches up and grabs the front of his shirt, pulling him down into a small package. She rolls right out of it though onto her feet in front of Desolation who sits up in front of him. She now dives forward into a lariat to the Dark Man’s throat, taking him down to the canvas while Brooks rolls away from her laid out opposition. She jumps over him then slips through the ropes, taking hold of the top one while standing on the apron. She springs to the top cable and flies off, soaring through the air with an extension of her leg, dropping it right across Desolation’s throat. The Dark Man convulses as a result, rolling across the ring while Brooks gets to her feet and spots Hurse standing up in front of the ropes, his spine pressed to them. She runs forward and jumps into the, going into a sideways corkscrew kick right to the World Champion’s face, knocking him over the ropes in reverse. He flips over and crashes off the apron, landing on his feet and staggering in reverse while Rich comes barreling across the ring and diving through the ropes. He connects with the suicide dive right into Hurse, knocking him backwards into the barricade while the crowd cheers as a result. Inside of the ring Robin turns back towards Desolation who is rising to his feet, rushing forward directly at him when the Dark Man places his hands to her stomach, throwing her up high into the air. He then jumps upward as well, catching Robin around the neck and pulling her down into a diamond cutter, the crowd responding with disbelief over the impact. She rolls onto her back as a result of the collision while an exasperated, very tired Desolation crawls into the cover on her.

It’s over, Robin and Rich have been eliminated, no wait, Brooks has kicked out!

Mayne: THAT WAS A THREE COUNT!

Dan: Brooks barely getting her shoulder from the canvas in the nick of time after taking that devastating diamond cutter variation.

Robin has rolled onto her back, lying there with her eyes fluttering after that brutal move, Desolation taking her by the hair and sitting her up on the canvas. He drives his knee right into her back and pulls in reverse on her chin, applying a rear chinlock variation while the crowd screams for Robin to fight this, to escape this hold somehow. To their utter delight Robin is flinging her free arms and rising to her feet slowly, despite having her body being drained of its energy. She rises to her feet with Desolation taking his knee away from her spine then suddenly spinning her around to face him. He steps to her side then jumps over her neck, pulling her around into a flip over neckbreaker. Brooks crashes into the canvas with force then sits up, Desolation twisting around and crawling up behind her. He wedges his knee to her spine and pulls back on her neck, applying another rear chinlock to boos from the crowd. Somehow both Rich and Hurse are climbing up into their corners despite being in terrible condition.

The Japanese fans start a “Robin” chant despite her being in such bad shape, yet she can hear their reaction and tries to feed off of it. Desolation keeps his hold applied with all of his upper body strength, trying to weaken her with the fans still cheering her name.

Billy: Is it wrong for me to get such twisted pleasure out of watching Brooks being dismantled?

Dan: Yes.

Mayne: Fine by me then.

Rich is standing on the apron and clapping his hands, trying to motivate Brooks to get up just like the Japanese fans are in the crowded Kyocera dome. Finally Robin begins to find the strength to start forcing her way upwards, Desolation taking his knee away from her back in the process but keeping his arms locked about her chin. She suddenly stands up with sweat glistening on her skin until Desolation drives his forearm over her upper back, bending her forward as a result. He now wedges his shoulder against her spine and lifts her up into the air only to have Brooks flip over in reverse, landing on her feet behind him then turning as she dives across the ring, slapping Rich’s hand. The crowd reacts with a loud ovation as Jon springs to the top rope and takes flight, Desolation turning in time to be met with a flying forearm strike right to the face. Desolation crashes into the canvas while Jon rolls across the ring in the direction of the ropes, falling against them then forcing himself up to his feet.

Dan: Rich is back in this match and he comes in like a house on fire!

Mayne: I’m tired of these hot tags!

Jon rises to his feet while Desolation rolls to the center of the ring, trying to stand up slowly. Both men are battered and exhausted while Desolation comes charging forward only for Rich to lean backwards against the ropes, reaching out with his legs and wrapping them around his opponent’s neck. He is setting up for some type of head scissors only to have Desolation place his hands to his posterior, shoving him upwards and sending him flipping over the cables in reverse. Rich lands gracefully on his feet upon the apron while Desolation steps forward and swings his fist at his face only to have the N.H.B Champion drop to his seat, sliding under the ropes and through his opponent’s legs. He stands up behind Desolation then rushes forward, jumping into the air and taking hold of the back of the Dark Man’s head, flying over the top rope and pulling his opponent down throat first into the top rope as a result. Desolation stands up and staggers backwards, trying to stay upright while Rich jumps onto the apron then grabs the top rope. He springs to the top rope and takes flight, soaring towards Desolation for a double axehandle only for the Dark Man to jump into the air, catching him around the top of the head. He drops to his seat, countering into a jawbreaker to the shock of everyone in the arena.

Mayne: WHAT A COUNTER!

Douglas: How did Desolation just hit that!?!

Somehow Rich remains upright, stumbling and staggering around in a very dazed state while Desolation rolls over backwards from his seat to his feet. He now rushes forward to capitalize on his dazed opponent when Rich shockingly jumps into the air and smacks the Dark Man in the face with a picture perfect dropkick. The strike echoes throughout the arena and sends Desolation almost flipping over backwards from the sheer impact before finally crashing into the canvas across the back of his head. Jon is dazed as he rises to his knees yet still tries to scale his way to his feet while a dazed, disorientated Dark Man is doing the same. He reaches his knees as Jon steps towards him still rubbing at his jaw, and given more reason to favor his cranium when Desolation lobs a hard open hand slap to the side of his face from his kneeling base. Jon is knocked positively loopy by the stiff strike as Desolation stands and jumps forward into the leg lariat only to have Rich duck it. He ends up behind Desolation grabbing hold of his arms and pulling him down by the back of the head right into his knee with the Get Rich Quick. The crowd is screaming for Rich who drops into the cover on Desolation as quickly as he possibly can.

The entire arena is rejoicing as the Alpha Generation have just been eliminated from the tag team gauntlet, only to realize that Desolation got his shoulder up right before the three count. Jon rises to his knees, his hands shaking in front of his face then balling up into fists, he seems outraged that he was unable to eliminate Desolation. Hurse, who was half way into the ring, breathes a sigh of relief at the sight of his partner kicking out.

Mayne: Oh thank God, this match is giving my heart palpitations, that was far too close to another undeserved Jon Rich victory.

Douglas: I thought for sure that the Alpha Generation had finally been eliminated, by again they find a way to dash all our hopes and dreams.

Billy: I know, aren’t they just wonderful?

Dan: As wonderful as a bag of flaming shit on a doorstep, yes.

Desolation is gripping at the back of his neck as Rich takes him around the jaw, rolling him over onto his knees in the process then dragging him up to his feet. He delivers a hard fist to the face then follows it up with a devastating knife edge chop to his sternum, staggering Desolation in the direction of one of the turnbuckles. He finally falls against it spine first while Jon buries his shoulder against his stomach and hoists him up into the air, sitting him on the top rope. The fans begin to buzz with excitement as Jon climbs the corner and places the Dark Man in a front chancery, seting up for a big, momentum changing superplex. He is about to drop back when Desolation surprisingly places his hands to Jon’s ribs and shoves him up into the air before pushing him off the turnbuckle. Rich comes crashing down to the canvas face and chest first, the front of his body colliding against the ring with particular force before he rolls onto his back, now lying in a groggy state. He has no idea that Desolation is standing up on the turnbuckle and is now taking flight with a 450 splash, crashing down right on top of Rich’s sternum. Hurse is cheering, going nuts on the apron while Robin is collecting herself and barely aware what has befallen her partner. Desolation hooks Jon’s leg with the fans screaming in dismay, Ingelson dropping and making the count.

NO! Somehow Rich has kicked out yet again launching his shoulder from the ring in the nick of time. Desolation drops onto his seat, covered in sweat and grabbing at his head in utter shock that Rich has kicked out of even the 450 splash.

Mayne: HOW!?!

Douglas: Rich kicks out of the 450 SPLASH! What is it going to take to eliminate one of these two teams from this gauntlet bout?

Billy: The Alpha Generation better end this quickly because I really, really need a bathroom break.

An exhausted Desolation stands, almost tumbling to the ring in the process but then moves towards his relatively fresh partner, slapping Hurse’s outstretched hand and leading the crowd into another wave of boos. Hurse slips through the ropes and immediately rushes at the dazed Rich who is trying to get up. However, he is clubbed over the back then nailed in the face with repeated forearm strikes, the blows weakening Jon substantially, causing him to drop down to his knees once again. Hurse now takes Rich around the neck, placing him in almost a stunner position before pointing at one of the turnbuckles, insisting that he’s about to deliver his version of the Contra Code and resulting in a despairing sigh from the packed Kyocera Dome crowd.

Douglas: Oh no, Hurse about to deliver that dangerous modified Shiranui.

Mayne: It’s about time Rich was finished off.

Hurse rushes forward towards the corner where Robin is now standing, strangely leaning over the ropes and blowing her former lover a kiss. The World Champion stops cold in his tracks, a smile coming to his face as he watches Robin wink in a seducing fashion, making him feel all tingly on the inside. This distraction allows Rich to free his head and drop down behind Hurse, grabbing his pants and rolling him up into the school boy. Ingelson drops down and makes the count.

Everyone in the Kyocera Dome is going nuts as Hurse has just been pinned in shocking fashion by Jon Rich.

Mayne: NOOOOOO!!

Douglas: The Alpha Generation have been eliminated, they’ve been ELIMINATED!

Hurse drops to his seat with his eyes almost ripping out of his skull they’re open so wide, his fingers raising into the air insisting that it was a two count. Ingelson shakes his head and professes once again that the Alpha Generation are gone from this gauntlet match, that they’ve lost the tag team titles. Desolation is hunched forward on the apron with his jaw opened widely and his head shaking in utter disgust over what just transpired, the Alpha Generation being eliminated from a match they were almost destined to walk away victorious from.

Dan: That’s right gentlemen; you’ve been eliminated from this gauntlet once and for all, we’re now guaranteed new Tag Team Champions, and someone is definitely going to Paranoia V to face Hurse for the World Championship.

The crowd is still screaming with delight as Hurse grips at his hair, refusing to believe that he was just eliminated, that the Alpha Generation’s claim on the Tag Team titles is over. Desolation walks across the apron and down the steps, his back turned towards the ring as if far too disgusted to even face his Alpha Generation partner and now moving up the ramp in the direction of the backstage area. Hurse turns his head in the direction of Robin who is waving goodbye to him with a condescending smirk on her face which causes the former Tag Team Champion’s face to transform to a bright red shade. He finally rolls out of the ring though as Rich raises his arm into the air, having officially pinned the World Champion and as thus eliminated perhaps his greatest rival from this gauntlet bout in the process.

Mayne: This isn’t fair, is just isn’t FAIR!

Dan: You’ll have to move on Billy and accept the truth that your precious AG are no longer the Tag Team Champions.

Jon stands up and falls side first against the cables with his arm still raised high in triumph, Robin clapping at his side. All the while Hurse rolls out of the ring and almost cries as he makes his way up the ramp, shaking his head with a deep rooted sadness. As he makes his way up the ramp Desolation is standing on the stage with his fists to his hips and his head shaking in clear agitation of his partner’s loss of their straps. As soon as Hurse reaches his partner, Desolation grabs hold of his ear and begins to yank on it, pulling him backstage while he groans and tries to explain himself, yet the Dark Man will hear none of it. Jon Rich and Robin Brooks are still celebrating as if they’ve already won the Tag Titles, which they are now one step closer to accomplishing as 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 crowd in the Kyocera Dome is screaming as loud as humanly possible as through the curtains now emerges Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed side by side, the former Tag Team Champions glaring towards the ring where their winded opponents await their arrival.

Dan: And here is the final team ladies and gentlemen, Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed, 3N!

Mayne: How did they get the last spot in this match!?! It should have went to the Alpha Generation as champions.

Douglas: Random selection Billy, random selection. We’re down to our final two teams Mayne, and one of these groups will be leaving with the Tag straps, while one man, or woman, heads to Paranoia V for a shot at the World Championship.

Both Creed and Cruze remain on the ramp and briefly divert their attention towards one another, nodding simultaneously and now making their way towards the ring. The Japanese crowd is expressing their delight at the realization that this match has come down to these two teams. Orlando and Nathan reach the end of the ramp while blocking the pain from the injuries which were inflicted on them at the hands of the Alpha Generation just last week. They don’t have time to prepare themselves long as Jon immediately rushes at the ropes and throws himself over them into a senton pancha, coming down on top of both individuals.

Douglas: Jon not waiting for Creed and Cruze to get ready and for that bell to ring!

Mayne: I guess I can slightly enjoy the sight of these two teams destroying one another over the belts, although it’s lost all meaning without the Alpha Generation being out here.

Both Creed and Cruze remain underneath Rich who is moving to his feet as fast as possible despite all the bodily harm inflicted on him in that last fall. He gets up with Nathan rising to his knees in front of him, beginning to deliver jabs to his jaw and throwing forearms into the side of his face. Jon drags the stunned Nathan up to his feet and throws a European Uppercut right into his jaw, staggering him in reverse. Orlando finally steps up behind Rich, lobbing a forearm right between his shoulder blades. The impact causes Rich to bend forward in pain while Nathan delivers a straight upward kick to his sternum. The shot knocks him backwards, turning into a lethal right hand across his face from Cruze. On the inside of the ring Robin has had enough of playing by the rules as she steps across the ring towards the ropes, ceasing hold of the top cable. She pulls herself up onto it and then springs off the top cable, flipping through the air with a shooting star press that sends her landing on top of all three individuals at ringside. The sold out Kyocera Dome is going nuts over the high risk move from Brooks, throwing caution to the wind to take out everyone, including her own partner.

Douglas: Robin with the SHOOTING STAR PRESS!

Billy: Did this woman forget o take her meds!?!

The fans are still “ohing” and “ahing” that last move which has left the four stars remaining in this gauntlet spread across the mats. Brooks is the first to her feet while Nathan is trying to stand as well. Robin pounces on her long time rival, throwing a forearm over his spine then taking him by the back of the head and rolling him into the ring under the ropes. He ends up on his elbows and knees while Robin begins to slide through the ropes to get at him. However, Creed regains his senses long enough to stand up and deliver a quick, vicious upward kick right to Brooks’ elegant features. She immediately becomes dazed, falling over the middle rope as her stomach straddles it. She doesn’t remain in this position for long as Nathan takes her by the neck, pulling up on it and then dragging her into the ring so that only her ankles remain draped over the middle cable. He now delivers a swinging neckbeaker, pulling her down off of the ropes and to the canvas with incredible force.

Brooks begins to convulse as a result, grabbing at her cranium in pain and rolling across the ring throughout the process. All the while Nathan is rising to his feet, trying to recuperate before he turns towards the ropes spotting Rich springing to the top cable then taking flight. He soars through the air delivering a timely dropkick right to Nathan’s sternum, taking him to the canvas with force as a result. Nathan slams into the ring while Jon quickly hops to his feet turning to face Orlando pulling himself up onto the apron. He quickly rushes at Cruze, jumping over the ropes to get at him only to have Cruze twist his body so that Jon lands on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. Orlando turns around and pulls Rich over into the Death Valley Driver right on top of the apron, Jon’s body slamming into it with incredible force.

Douglas: Ahhh, a DVD on the apron! These two teams are throwing everything they can think of at one another right away in this bout. They want to get this one over quickly! In Rich’s and Robin’s case they’ve really got to try and win this match fast after all the energy they exerted in that previous bout.

Mayne: Hahaha, how do you like that Jon, huh, huh!?! Teaches you to ruin this match via eliminating the Alpha Generation.

The crowd’s reaction is mixed as Orlando pushes Jon in under the ropes, rolling him towards the center of the ring then crawling in himself. He drops down right on top of Rich, hooking both of his legs with the crowd screaming.

No, somehow Jon is able to kick out, keeping his team alive in this gauntlet match, retaining his hopes and dreams of main eventing Paranoia V. Orlando rolls away from him appearing slightly exasperated before he approaches Rich taking him by the hair. Jon is sat up on the canvas with Cruze standing behind him and pulling back on his jaw, beginning to jab him repeatedly in the face with closed fists, resorting to whatever method it takes to win him this match. Cruze pulls on his jaw dragging Rich over to his knees then placing him in a front chancery. He forces Jon to his feet before snapping over backwards into a particularly vicious fisherman bridging suplex.

Rich gets his shoulder up again, refusing to be bested as Orlando sits up on the ring, taking a deep breathe. Robin and Nathan have rolled to their respective corners where they’ll be given time to recuperate after taking those damaging blows so early in this contest. Orlando grabs Rich by the hair, rolling him to his feet then delivering a hard fist right to Jon’s jaw, sending him staggering backwards into the ropes. He falls against the cables which keep him upright before Cruze delivers a stiff, vicious knife edge chop right across his sternum. The strike almost takes the winded, exasperated Rich down to the canvas while the Icon takes hold of his wrist, whipping him across the ring right into his corner. Jon charges at it and ducks his head forward, ramming the back of his skull into the turnbuckle which sends him flipping upward and sitting on the top rope. He then falls over backwards, landing on his feet while staggering backwards into the waiting arms of Cruze who takes him down with a quick Russian Leg Sweep. Jon’s back is driven with force into the canvas while Cruze turns, extending his hand to tag in Creed. Nathan steps across the apron, taking hold of the top rope while Orlando holds down on Rich’s wrists, making sure he can’t move. Creed pulls himself over the top rope into a modified senton bomb of sorts right across Jon’s abdomen, rolling forward onto his feet then turning and dropping on top of his laid out opponent. Jon’s leg is hooked yet again.

Rich kicks out even after all the damage that his body has sustained thus far.

Billy: Please God, don’t let any of these people win this match, I’m begging you. The thought of Nathan and Orlando, or Robin and Rich, emerging from this bout as Tag Team Champions is bad enough, but add to that the fact that one of them will go to Paranoia V as well and it’s basically promoting suicide.

Douglas: It’s going to take a lot for either of these two teams to emerge victorious tonight Billy, judging by Rich’s persistence and refusal to be defeated.

Rich is dragged up to his feet by Nathan then places in a front chancery by his game opponent. Creed hoists Jon up into the air for a vertical suplex only to have Rich float over somehow, landing on his feet behind Nathan then shoving him forward right into Orlando on the apron. Cruze is knocked from the apron and sent crashing to the outside mats while a shocked Creed stumbles backwards into the waiting Rich who takes his opponent around the neck. Nathan is bent over backwards and dropped to the canvas with a lay out reverse DDT from a dazed Jon who rolls across the ring to the center of the squared circle. He ends up on his seat, glaring at a very energized Brooks, who is anxious for the tag. Before he can even contemplate making it from the corner of his eye he spots Cruze making his way up a nearby turnbuckle, turning around while standing on the second rope, obviously setting up for the Cruze Missile (Missile Dropkick). Rich spins to face him and now suddenly does a head stand then flips onto his feet and lunges into the air, catching enough height to land on top of Orlando’s shoulders. The fans react with shock and screams of joy as Jon hurricaranas Orlando off the turnbuckle, sending him flipping over crashing to the canvas spine first. Jon lands on the canvas as well, still trying to recover while Nathan has risen to his feet, charging in at this point only to have Rich nip up to a standing base, then deliver a step up enzuagari to the back of Creed’s head. Again the crowd vocalizes their delight over Rich’s quick, impactful moves which causes Creed to be disorientated, staggering around then finally tumbling to the canvas spine first.

Douglas: Rich now giving us a display of his quickness and athletic abilities!

Mayne: I’m sick of seeing him flipping all around the ring! It’s downright nauseating I say! Just like a Psycho promo.

Rich pushes himself up onto his elbows and knees, the crowd stunned that he still has this much fight left in him before he goes into another head stand, nipping up off of it and landing right in front of Robin who he quickly takes in. Cruze is already starting to force himself up to his feet while gripping at the back of his neck in the process. As soon as Robin slips through the ropes, Jon grabs her by the back of the neck and head, twisting her around into a full circle while she is bent forward then throwing her into a spear right to Cruze’s ribs. Orlando almost flips over from the impact which takes all the wind out of his sails. The move seems to upset Brooks though who rises to her feet, turning and arguing with Rich who steps forward shrugging his shoulders. That’s when Creed rushes up behind Robin only for Brooks to catch him around the neck and jump forward with a diamond cutter. However, she brings Nathan down chest first right on top of Jon’s knee, Rich dropping to a kneeling base in the nick of time. Creed bounces off of the knee, standing up and groaning in pain before Jon steps to one side and Robin to the other, both of them hooking his arms then hip tossing him over onto his seat. They both flip over backwards at the same time, landing on their feet on opposite sides of Creed then delivering a simultaneous double dropkick to Nathan’s sternum.

Douglas: Rich and Robin busting out some great tag team moves!

Billy: They aren’t suppose to have any cohesiveness! Go back to hating each other, that’s much more entertaining!

Rich rolls out of the ring per Ingelson’s request while Robin crawls into the cover on Creed, hooking both of his legs. Alex finally turns, dropping to make the count.

Orlando steps in right on time to deliver a stomp to the back of Brooks’ head, breaking up the pinfall attempt. He quickly steps over Robin’s legs, grabbing hold of them and lifting her up into the air off of Creed into a wheelbarrow position. She reaches back with her arm, trying to lock it around Orlando’s neck but is incapable of doing so, Orlando rearing back with his cranium so she can’t counter out of this into a bulldog. Nathan rises to his feet in front of them, still reeling from those moves he just withstood but nevertheless jumping into the air, catching Robin by the back of the head and pulling her down from the wheelbarrow position face first right into both of his raised knees. The crowd responds with absolute astonishment over the viciousness of this move while Cruze keeps Robin’s legs wrapped around his waist and his arms hooked about her mid-section. He lifts back up on her upper body and then drops in reverse, connecting with a brutal German suplex from the wheelbarrow position.

She slams into the canvas across the back of her head and shoulders, the Black Widow flipping over in reverse and landing on her seat with her spine pressed to one of the turnbuckles while the crowd is screaming over those tag team moves. The official steps in front of Orlando, demanding that he vacate the squared circle and get back into his corner, the Icon choosing to comply. His partner regains his faculties and backs into the corner opposite the one Robin is seated against, unleashing a roar as he bolts across the ring. Nathan throws all of his body back first right into the seated Robin’s sternum, a groan emanating from the crowd as a result.

Dan: What a series of high impact moves from Nathan and Orlando! This is nothing short of a tag team clinic!

Mayne: Speaking of which, I think Robin has visited several clinics over the past few years, mostly ones involving treatment for venereal dise….

Dan: No, nope, none of that.

Nathan stands up and takes hold of Robin’s leg, pulling on it and as thus dragging her body out of the corner. He now drops down on top of her, burying his palm under her jaw and pushing back on her head in the process.

Brooks gets her shoulder from the canvas in the nick of time, narrowly avoiding defeat and keeping her team in this highly competitive bout. He rises to his feet and takes hold of Brooks’ hair, forcing her up to her feet then shooting his arm across her sternum while taking hold of the back of her pants. Robin is hoisted into the air then given a brutal, devastating urange style backbeaker straight across Nathan’s knee. Her body is completely folded over it while releasing a loud shriek, the dazed Creed allowing her to remain draped over his leg. He takes her by the back of the knee and lifts up on it, sending her flipping over backwards landing in a crawling position. Nathan then hooks both of her arms, lifting her to her feet then throwing her up into the air and catching her on top of his shoulders, dropping down into the Tiger Bomb. Nathan lands on his seat, leaning forward into the back of the Black Widow’s thighs for the pinfall.

Robin gets her shoulder up with just a few short moments to spare, Nathan quickly standing up and stepping to her side. He lifts his elbow and drops it right into Robin’s sternum then rolls across the canvas towards Cruze, reaching out and slapping his hand. Orlando jumps over the ropes and rushes forward taking hold of Robin’s hair, forcing the Black Widow over onto her knees while Rich is shouting instructions to her, demanding that she try to fight this! Brooks is listening yet is incapable of registering much of an offensive comeback as Orlando forces her up to her feet and hooks both of her arms, dropping back into a double underhook suplex then floating over into the pin.

Robin somehow kicks out, finding the strength to escape yet another quick pinfall by the former Tag Team of the year. An increasingly irritated Cruze forces Brooks over onto her knees and now approaches his corner, extending his hand out to Nathan who makes the quick tag then places his boot on the top rope. Cruze pulls back on Robin’s head and drives her face first into the bottom of the Future’s boot, causing her to become incredibly dazed, staggering backwards into the waiting shoulders of Cruze. He lifts her up into an inverted fireman’s carry, Brooks’ back stretched across Cruze’s shoulders in almost a torture rack position while Nathan begins to scale to the top rope. He reaches the upper most cable and now jumps off the top rope, extending his back and dropping with a senton across Robin’s face and chest while she is still being held in an inverted fireman’s carry position. The crowd is shocked by this, but even more ecstatic when Orlando turns, rushing across the ring then pulling Robin off of his shoulders into a vicious reverse DVD, her face and chest crashing into the ring with incredible force.

Dan: WHAT A MOVE BY CREED AND CRUZE!

Mayne: Okay, maybe it was slightly impressive for a Cruze and Creed move.

Nathan crawls towards Brooks, pulling her over onto her spine then hooking both of her legs for the pin.

Jon Rich dives into the scene, dropping elbows into the upper back of Nathan, breaking up the pinfall attempt. An angry Creed rises to his knees, glaring vengefully into the features of Rich who backs up towards his corner, mouthing off to the Future as he slips through the ropes onto the apron. Creed keeps his eyes locked on his opposition though while forcing Robin over onto her knees and now hooking up both of her arms yet again, forcing her up to her feet and then throwing her into the air with another tiger bomb. The Black Widow somehow flips forward out of it, catching Creed around the neck with her legs then dropping back into a big hurricarana. Nathan is flipped over and sent crashing into the canvas with Brooks landing on top of his chest, catching hold of both his legs in a pinning predicament.

Nathan kicks out by sitting up, sending Brooks dropping backwards onto her shoulders with Creed leaning forward into her thighs.

Robin again kicks out, rolling over in reverse onto her feet and rushing forward at the seated Nathan who suddenly reaches out, catching hold of both of Brooks’ legs. He falls backwards, causing Robin to be tripped up, crashing onto the canvas chest and stomach first while Nathan stands up over top of her legs, stepping through them and trying to get the Against All Odds established on the struggling Black Widow. She twists and turns her body, screaming out with pain as Creed almost has the hold locked in and now finally establishes it, causing her to lift her hand in preparation to tap out. Somehow she resists the urge, balling her fingers up into a fist and then slamming it against the canvas, pushing herself up into a crawling position. Her entire body is shaking as she twists her body and shockingly is able to reach out, grabbing hold of the bottom rope which was just a few inches away. The exhausted Ingelson steps in, starting a five count on Creed who finally breaks the submission then turns, reaching down grabbing Robin by the legs. He lifts them into the air, wrapping them around his waist then lifting her up into a wheelbarrow position. As soon as he gets her up to his chest though she reaches back and wraps her arm around Creed’s neck, flipping over his shoulder and bringing him down into a modified Sliced Bread Number 2. The fans are stunned by this extremely athletic counter, Nathan completely laid out at this point with Robin rolling away from him in the direction of her corner.

Douglas: What an amazingly athletic counter by Robin Brooks.

Mayne: She probably learned that flexibility while in New Amsterdam. You know, to get people’s attention while being on display in numerous brothel window….

Dan: I’m not going to warn you again Billy.

Billy: It’s just so easy, just like Robin, hahahaha, snuck one in there.

Douglas: Which I’m sure you’ve heard in numerous prison showers every time you’ve frequented them.

Creed is laid out while the very tired and aching Robin gets to her elbows and knees, forcing herself up into a crawling base, gazing towards Rich who is extremely anxious for the tag. His hand is extended as far over the ropes as possible as Robin comes crawling towards him, trying to make the tag even though her frame is in absolute agony. She keeps crawling forward with Orlando calling out Creed, demanding that he get his ass up, imploring him to stop the Black Widow. She suddenly reaches out and slaps Jon’s hand to a huge ovation from the packed Kyocera Dome crowd. Rich quickly grabs hold of the top rope, pulling himself over it and twisting his body as he comes down feet first on the middle rope of the perpendicular cables, springing off of it into a moonsault right across the laid out Nathan’s ribs. After hitting the move the relatively fresh N.H.B Champion rises to his feet and rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and coming back in. He jumps forward into a senton bomb, coming down right across Nathan’s ribs, Creed convulsing in pain as he rolls to his knees and tries to stand up. Instead of being able to do so Rich meets him with a boot to the side of the face then takes him around the neck, pulling him up to his feet and then rushing forward in order to deliver a sure to be truly devastating maneuver. However, Creed frees himself at the last second, pulling his head free then hooking Rich’s arm from behind and dropping back into a half nelson release suplex. Nathan turns over onto his knees to see his handiwork first hand only to be shocked when he realizes Rich has flipped out of the move right onto his feet and is now rushing forward and jumping into the air with a big shinning wizard right to Creed’s cranium.

Douglas: Rich is in this match now and he is on fire against Nathan in this match, as displayed by that timely shinning wizard which as really been the move of the night in several of the bouts we’ve witnessed here at Redemption Roe.

Mayne: Who cares who’s on the offensive anymore? When will this thing end?

Rich turns and quickly crawls into the cover with the crowd cheering.

Orlando enters the ring and grabs hold of Rich’s leg, pulling him off of Nathan and then lifting his elbow, attempting to drop it onto his opposition only to have him roll out of the way. Cruze’s elbow hits the ring with force, sending up and aching while Jon stands at his side then jumps into the air, dropkicking Orlando to the side of the cranium. The impact knocks Cruze over into a roll as he spills to the outside mats in an attempt to collect himself. Inside of the ring Rich has risen to his feet and although insanely tired he doesn’t slow down at all, turning back towards Creed who is trying to get back to his feet. Jon helps him stand all the way up then delivers a swift knife edge chop across his chest followed by a jumping spinning back heel kick to the face. The strike sends Nathan staggering backwards into the ropes, bouncing off of them and coming back in towards Rich who catches him across his shoulders in your basic fireman’s carry position. Jon doesn’t realize that Orlando has slid back into the ring behind him and is rushing forward to get the drop on his opponent. To the shock of everyone though Robin springs to the top rope from her corner and then flies off of it before landing feet first on top of Nathan’s back while he is stretched across Rich’s shoulders. She then springs off of him and lands on top of Cruze’s shoulders, twisting him around into the hurricarana. The crowd is screaming passionately at he sight of what they just witnessed, everyone in the building going absolutely nuts.

Douglas: OHHHH, CAN YOU BELIEVE IT!?!

Mayne: Robin Brooks just busted out a Matrix style move, all she needs is the hot leather and killer shades.

The fans are still going nuts as Rich now pushes Nathan off of his shoulders and drops onto his back, Creed tumbling ribs first right into his raised knees. Creed doubles over with his arms draped over his ribs as Rich rises to his feet in front of him, slapping on a front chancery and hooking one of his legs. He lifts Nathan up into the air for what at first looks like a fisherman suplex but instead he falls to his side and drags Creed down to the canvas across the back of his head and shoulders, holding him in almost a small package position now, successfully hitting the small package DDT. Ingelson drops to the ring and begins to make the count with the crowd screaming.

NEW TAG TEAM CHAMPI….no, Nathan kicked out with just a mere second to spare. The entire arena is in sheer astonishment as Rich sits up, his eyes ripping from their sockets and his fingers raised into the air, imploring the referee to say that it was a three count. Ingelson confirms it was just a two, adding to the exhausted, beleaguered body of Rich, who tries immediately to get up and remain on the advantage.

Dan: So close, so very, very close to Robin and Rich winning the tag titles here tonight!

Mayne: This whole bout is doing nothing short of giving me a panic attack. Quick, give me a paper bag to breath in.

Douglas: I don’t have a paper one, but here stick this plastic bag over your head.

Rich grabs Nathan by the hair, forcing him to his feet and slapping on a front chancery before lifting Creed up into the air. He holds him upside down for only a second until he drags him down into a brainbuster. Creed’s cranium collides viciously with the ring as he sits up, looking incoherent then tumbling onto his back as Rich steps back him and slips through the ropes onto the apron. He quickly scales the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope and then taking flight, soaring through the air as he connects with a picture perfect elbow drop right into Creed’s sternum. The fans begin to cheer wildly once again as Rich drops down into the cover, hopping it will be enough.

Douglas: Rich is going to PARANOIA V!

NOOO! Robin Brooks has pulled Jon off of the cover, dragging him away from Nathan. The crowd reacts with shock as Jon sits up on the ring and glares at the Black Widow who is leaning against the cables now for support. She simply shakes her head and begins to point at herself, insisting that she should be the one to get this final pin and go to Paranoia to fight Hurse for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Douglas: I don’t believe it, Robin has just possibly cost her team the Tag Championships and Rich the opportunity to fight for the World Title. She wants to be the one who gets the pin and faces Hurse for the belt at Paranoia V.

Billy: I never thought Robin would do something like this, I always thought she lacked the necessary thinking capacity to pull this off.

Rich rises slowly to his feet, motioning towards his waist while sweat cascades from his exhausted frame. He and Brooks begin to argue while Orlando has stepped up into his corner, sticking his hand out over the top rope, imploring Creed to make the tag. Behind their backs Nathan has risen to his elbows and knees, clawing and scraping his way towards his partner. The Icon has his arm extended as far as it will go, hoping to finally get the tag so that he can enter this match, Nathan perhaps too disorientated to realize that if he’s no longer the legal man then he won’t have the chance to main event Paranoia V. However, that doesn’t seem to matter to him as he reaches out and tries to slap his partner’s hand only for Rich to spin and spot this. He rushes forward and grabs hold of Creed’s ankle, beginning to pull back towards the center of the ring when Nathan turns onto his spine, wedging his feet to Rich’s ribs and shoving him in reverse. Jon charges spine first right into Robin who was trying to come in and assist, his cranium smacking against her face. She tumbles to the ring and rolls across it, spilling under the ropes while Nathan makes the tag to Orlando, who quickly begins to slip through the ropes. Before he can, Rich rushes into the perpendicular cables, springing off the middle rope and twisting into a dropkick right to Orlando’s side. The shot knocks Cruze from the apron and sends him tumbling to the outside mats while Jon gets to his feet still gripping at the back of his head. Nathan has rolled onto the apron, Jon intent on taking him out of this contest as he slips through the ropes ending up in front of him. He now grabs Creed around the neck, pulling him up to his feet and placing him in a diamond cutter position once again, about to hit the move on him right on the apron.

Nathan suddenly pulls his head free and sticks it right under Jon’s posterior, standing up and lifting him into an electric chair drop position while Cruze is climbing back onto the apron. He actually begins to scale the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope with Rich trying to fight his way out of this predicament. It’s all for not as Cruze dives off the turnbuckle, soaring through the air and connects with a clothesline to Rich’s throat, sending him flipping backwards off of Nathan’s shoulders and crashing into the apron. He slams off of it and then tumbles to the outside mats amongst a huge reaction from the fans. Almost everyone in the building is on their feet screaming at this point while Orlando lands inside of the ring, rolling across it onto his feet. He begins to stand up while Nathan does the same on the apron, unaware that Robin is getting to her feet on the apron behind him.

Douglas: You’ve got to be KIDDING ME!

Mayne: I don’t even know how to describe that tag team move we just witnessed.

Dan: What a historic ending this has been to this Tag Team Title Gauntlet! I dare say that no one will be able to forget what we’ve seen here tonight!

Robin springs to the top rope behind Cruze then throws herself off into a corkscrew kick right to the back of Orlando’s head. The impact sends him charging forward colliding with Creed on the apron, which causes him to spill off into a frontward flip and crash into the outside mats spine first. Orlando begins to stand up reaching for the back of his neck while Robin rushes into the ropes at his side in her very exhausted state, bouncing off of the cables and building a lot of momentum. She now jumps into the air, twisting her body as she lands on top of Orlando’s shoulders from behind then brings him over into a reverse hurricarana that causes him to crash into the canvas on top of his head. Orlando bounces off of the ring on the top of his cranium and falls to his knees, looking incredibly dazed before finally tumbling to the ring spine first. Brooks turns quickly crawling into the cover. Ingelson is about to make the count but stops, informing Robin that she is not the legal person in this bout, insisting that Jon was the last person who received the tag. She cannot believe it as she rises to her knees, sweat cascading down her exhausted, battered, possibly injured features, realizing that she has to make the tag in order for her Paranoia V dreams to come to fruition. She rises to her feet and spots Nathan standing up on the outside of the ring, realizing that he has to be taken out and now rushing forward with tremendous speed. She jumps over the top rope while twisting into a corkscrew and coming down on top of Creed’s shoulder spine first, both athletes tumbling to the outside mats amongst screams of joy from the fans.

Jon has regained his senses, climbing up onto the apron with his body aching from head to toe and now spotting Orlando sprawled out on the canvas, trying to recuperate from the damage done to his frame. Rich begins to climb the turnbuckle now in his incredibly dazed, disorientated state, reaching the top rope and beginning to steady himself while reaching for his throat. He barely has time to properly get himself situated when Orlando shockingly rises to his feet and rushes up the turnbuckle. He catches Rich across the sternum then twists, pulling him off of it into the Rock Bottom from the top rope. The Japanese crowd is screaming with utter delight and shock over the In Control.

Dan: OOOOOHHHH, the In Control by Cruze, he just hit his finishing move on Jon Rich from the top rope!

Mayne: Not Cruze, anyone but Cruze, don’t let him get the pinfall now, please, PLEASE!

Orlando turns onto his elbows and knees, crawling forward and exhausted wreck towards his laid out opposition and then throwing his arm across his chest. Robin and Nathan are too dazed on the outside of the ring to do anything about it as Ingelson drops, making the count.

Mayne: NOOOO!!

The Japanese crowd is going nuts as Orlando has finally just pinned Jon Rich to conclude what was an unbelievable gauntlet match for the Tag Team Titles. Their reaction only intensifies though as the referee informs everyone that Rich kicked out, that he got his shoulder up right in the nick of time.

Douglas: OH MY GOD! JON RICH KICKED OUT, HE KICKED OUT!!

Mayne: You’re kidding me!?!

The entire arena is buzzing with excitement over the fact that Rich got his shoulder up, even after taking the top rope rock bottom, everyone in the building screaming with sheer disbelief. Orlando sits up, his hands slapping over his head and shaking it back and forth, unable to believe that he was deprived of a win he thought that he had for sure. The crowd is still screaming over that shocking kick out as Orlando slowly, exhaustingly rises to his feet, almost losing his footing in the process. Robin has risen back up onto the apron and is now taking hold of the top rope. She springs up onto it and now flies off, soaring through the air and connecting with a crossbody right on top of Orlando’s sternum, sending both competitors crashing to the ring with force. There are bodies strewn almost everywhere in the ring while Robin sits up, exhausted, sweating profusely and crawling into the cover on the Icon. She raises a fist, physically threatening the official to make the count as Ingelson swallows his pride and makes the count.

Cruze gets his shoulder from the ring in just a few sparse seconds, narrowly avoiding defeat at the hands of Brooks.

Dan: The referee finally just giving up on trying to keep track of who the legal person is in this contest, realizing that due to this big stipulation placed on the match that no one is going to abide by the tag rules.

Mayne: So basically he’s just being lazy!?!

The crowd is still screaming while Robin rises to her feet and takes Orlando around the neck, pulling him over onto his knees and now trying to force him up to his feet. He suddenly stand under his own power and thrusts his arm across Robin’s chest, lifting her into the air for a Rock Bottom. Somehow Brooks is able to twist her body though, twisting around so that she wraps her legs around Cruze’s neck and now slips around so that she’s seated on the back of his shoulders. She is about to drop in reverse to hit another inverted hurricarana only for Cruze to place his hands to the back of her thighs, shoving them upward and sending her flipping in reverse. She lands with all the grace of a cat right on her feet when Orlando turns and walks into a blistering superkick delivered directly under the jaw. He is taken down to the canvas with force while the fans are screaming as loud as humanly possible.

Douglas: The Superkick from Brooks, she just took out Orlando!

Billy: AHHH! Anyone but Robin, anyone but ROBIN!

Brooks looks prepared to go for the pin when Creed steps up behind her out of nowhere, wrapping his arms around her waist then dropping back into a vicious German suplex. The back of Robin’s head slams with force into the canvas as he now spins his hips and pulls her over with him, standing back up as he holds her in a reverse waistlock. He drops back into another German suplex, slamming her with force against the canvas. With yet another spin of the hips he brings her over onto her seat then drags her up to her feet for a third German. He lifts her into the air and drops back into another brutal, stiff German which seemingly takes Brooks out while Creed staggers his way to his feet. He stands at her side and now does a dramatic cut throat taunt that gets the fans on their feet, screaming, realizing he’s now setting up for his homage to Benoit. He steps over Brooks and moves towards the ropes, slipping through them onto the apron then scaling the turnbuckle as quickly as he possibly can.

Mayne: Oh no, going high risk has not worked out for anyone all night long!

Douglas: Nathan going up there anyhow, and this could give him the pinfall that he’s looking for!

Nathan stands on the top rope, extending his arms out to his sides then taking flight. He soars through the air and comes crashing down face first into the ring, missing Robin with his attempted flying headbunt. Nathan slams off of the ring then rolls onto his back, wrapping his hands around his face in a very disorientated state while Robin stands at his side charging forward and jumping into the air with a standing shooting star press. She comes down right on top of Creed with the Japanese fans cheering loudly, the count being made by Ingelson after the Flying Star.

Robin purposely breaks her own pinfall when she spots Cruze standing up and stumbling towards them. She realizes he was going to stop her pinfall anyway therefore jumps to her feet then hops over Creed, charging right at Orlando then past him into the ropes. She jumps to the middle rope, springing off and twisting for a high flying move only to be caught across the chest and driven to the canvas with the Rock Bottom. The entire arena is in shock over the quick, high impact counter, Cruze remaining on his knees at her side in a very exhausted, exasperated condition.

Billy: Not the Rock Bottom, not AGAIN!

Douglas: What a counter, WHAT A COUNTER!

Rich is shockingly crawling out of his corner and instinctively falling down on top of Nathan, while Orlando hooks Robin’s leg. Ingelson looks back and forth between both pins then shrugs his shoulders, dropping to the canvas and making a double pinfall count.

Douglas: WAIT, WAIT!

The Japanese crowd is going nuts as the final pinfall has just been made, but wait, two people just obtained it at the same time!

Douglas: It’s over, it’s over…

Billy: Who got the fucking pinfall!?!

Orlando rises to his knees, clinching his fists and raising them above his head in triumph even as sweat cascades down his frame. Rich gets to a kneeling base as well, lifting his arms up high in celebration.

Dan: Both men celebrating, but who is the Tag Team Champion?

Mayne: I’m horribly, horribly confused.

Ingelson is busy taking the Tag Titles from the time keeper while Cruze staggers backwards, his spine hitting Rich’s. Both men now spin around quickly, still celebrating but quickly clinching their fists. They overlook each other oddly with tilted heads, and immediately begin to argue, pointing at themselves as they insinuate that their the victor. The crowd is screaming with a mixed response, unsure of what is going on here as the official steps towards the two victors in the ring. Instead of explaining things Ingelson thrusts the Tag Title belts out, giving one to Cruze, and the other to Jon Rich before quickly running out of the ring. He dives through the ropes and rushes up the ramp, blowing off the squared circle in the process amongst some boos from the fans.

Dan: Hold on a second here, tell me we’re not seeing what I think we’re seeing.

Mayne: This can’t be legal, Jon Rich and Orlando Cruze are the Tag Team Champions!?! Who’s going to Paranoia V!?!

Cruze in his exhausted state looks down at his Tag Title belt then up into the face of Rich, who is equally as conflicted upon gazing at his strap. Robin and Nathan have regained themselves somewhat, crawling into opposite corners and watching this in confusion, just as baffled as everyone else.

Douglas: I don’t believe what I’m seeing, Ingelson has declared that since Cruze and Rich got the pinfall at the same time that they’re now the Tag Team Champions of the IWC, but are both of them going to Paranoia V!?!

Mayne: I thought we were going to have answers after this show, but now there’s just more questions!

As Jon and Orlando glare at each other they slowly raise their respective Tag Team title belts into the air, the Japanese crowd screaming as a result at the sight of the exhausted warriors, celebrating their wins.

Dan: What does this mean, who’s going to Paranoia V!?! Who are the Tag Team Champions!?!

Cruze and Rich glare into each other’s eyes as the gold glistens above their heads.

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