FULLY UN-LOADED?
We fade in to the entrance of the Manhattan Center, cabs and people driving down 34th Street. Standing at the front door, surrounded by a few security guards, amidst the throng of wrestling fans, is Krissie McMorris, one half of the IWC's two figureheads. She seems to be tapping her foot impatiently as she sees a cab pull up, decked out in her Halloween costume for the evening, appearing much like a pleasant looking angel. The appearance is very deceiving however. Out from the cab steps Fully Loaded, the team comprising of Axl Evermore, MAX, and their respective wives Sallie and Mercy. They head to the door, only to be blocked by two rather large men in riot gear. Krissie steps between them to meet the team, wearing their team jackets and casual clothes and carrying duffels containing their ring gear.
Krissie: So glad you two could make it...10 minutes late.
Evermore: Yeah...*TSSSSSCH*...sorry 'bout that, boss. Traffic was a bitch.
Krissie: Well, not as much as I can be. I've been WAITING for you two to show, so I can INFORM you on behalf of myself and Sallie that you two have the night off.
This takes all four of them completely by surprise.
MAX: Wait...WHAT??
Evermore: Yeah, what HE said!
Krissie: That's right. You two...I mean YOU and Max POWER put in such GREAT efforts at Breathless, that I'm giving you the night off to rest up, and MAX gets the night off as...um...as a special gift to his good friend, Max POWER.
She puts her head in her palm, sighing in exasperation at having to stretch the Max POWER/Max Craven connection so much.
Axl: Now hold on just a second...
Krissie: No, YOU hold on. Last time I checked, which was about a half an hour ago, I was still YOUR boss. And whatever your BOSS says, GOES. Now go back to wherever you lodge, because you've earned yourselves...and each other...whatever...the night off. Now am-scray before I call Christian and Adam out here to help escort you OUT.
Her face is the epitome of seriousness as she heads back inside, the riot cops looming threateningly over Fully Loaded. Evermore shouts after Krissie...
Evermore: I GUESS THAT MEANS WE DON'T GET OUR DOLLAR TONIGHT?
She stops dead in her tracks, then visibly shivers and shudders before continuing back inside, disappearing behind the closing double-doors. After some hesitation, Evermore shrugs and begs off, gesturing for the rest of Fully Loaded to follow him.
MAX: I'm assuming we're going to enact Plan B?
Sallie: Plan B?
Axl: That's right, Plan B. The plan that oddly enough, only a FEW wrestlers ever put in place.
He grins, getting only a confused look from his wife.
MAX: *SIGH* The one where we get tickets that we always have waiting for us for JUST SUCH AN OCCASION and show up in the front row as ticket-holders.
Sallie: OH~! THAT Plan B! The one that DX is always using!
Axl: Precisely. Now, MAX, I’ll trust you to go and call in our ticket reservations, I’ll find another way into the building for the time being until you give me mine. After all, I have a coronation to crash.
They head towards the corner of 34th and 8th, just out of the eyeline of the riot cops as Evermore pulls out his cell phone and dials.
OPENING VIDEO PACKAGE
The fans are shown throwing their hands into the air in slow motion, caught in different colors, with the feed freezing every so often on a crazed spectator’s features, exhilarated by what they are witnessing. It then cuts to aerial scenes of the city streets below with cars buzzing by an arena in fast motion.
If you feel so empty
So used up so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up
The fans are again shown going even more crazy with their fists held up high, the camera freezing on a clinched set of digits, as it turns from normal color to a black and white hue. It then switches to Bitchcakes McPhee standing on the stage with a beer in one hand a large smile plastered on his face before cutting to an aerial view with stop motion footage of hundreds of fans waiting in line to get into the building.
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Scenes cut from the crazed fans in the stands to deranged mobs throwing Molotov cocktails down the street with burning rags stuck out of the back of them. It switches quickly to AWOL’s fierce face glaring forward maliciously before shifting to Aurora Rose standing on the turnbuckle, pointing out over the fans with a large smile on her face. It then cuts to Jackson Adams giving an opponent the Spectacular Ending before shifting to an explosion rocking through a building while it crumbles and collapses to the ground. Desolation is then featured jumping off the top of a cage roof with a shooting star press.
If you feel so filthy so dirty
so fucked up
If you feel so walked on
So painful so pissed off
You're not the only one
Refusing to go down
You're not the only one
So get up
Police are shown gathered in a straight line with shields held out in front of them, dressed in all riot gear while marching down the street. The video then switches to Simon Cagero disrobing in the ring. Thankfully the images transfer to Too Magnificent bashing someone over the head with a trash can before cutting to Nathan Creed maliciously glaring about his surroundings. Another image features Orlando Cruze standing on the stage and raising his arm above his head, as pyros explode on all sides of him. This image is short lived as people are featured being detained, cuffs slapped around their wrists while being forced into the back of large police vans.
Let's start a riot, a riot
If you feel so empty Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Robin Brooks takes up the screen diving off the top rope with a moonsault and coming crashing down stomach first towards the camera that was aimed upwards to catch a glimpse of her in all of her acrobatic splendor. The package then showcases Chapel delivering the Cardinal Sin while surrounded by a steel cage before shifting to a bloodied smiling face of Psycho, his dementia clear within his wide deranged eyes. Adam Riddick is featured flying through the air with a frog splash, soaring gracefully. Police are shown beating some looter with their knight sticks until Seth Owens takes over the screen, hitting a big lariat on someone. Pat Evans is then the focus of intention, ripping at a victim’s ankle with a tough, yet textbook submission. That’s before images are shown of Jon Rich delivering a missile dropkick as well as Orlando giving the Rock Bottom on Desolation. It then switches abruptly to Jon Torretto trying to force Too Magnificent’s head into a shredder. Zack Nolen is shown delivering a huge powerbomb on one of his victims before it cuts to a burning building, people running out of the flaming structure with stolen goods.
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Hurse is featured on top the shoulders of the Alpha Generation while holding the World Heavyweight title above his head. Abruptly the video switches to Psycho delivering the Psychotic Episode on one of his many victims before transitioning into an image of Roxas Knoxx taking out a large group of people with the use of her own body as a weapon. Ryan Mills takes up the screen delivering a superkick to his opponent’s jaw before cutting to Pat Evans holding onto the fujiwara. The video switches to Christian Savior standing in a hallway with light hitting him from behind, almost enveloping him as a result.
RIOT!
The show opens with an explosion of powerful pyrotechnics, erupting from the stage, and the rafters above the ring, which already occupied by numerous individuals. The crowd is going nuts for the start of this week’s huge edition of Riot! on the heels of one of the most intense pay-per-view events in the company’s history, Breathless.
Dan Douglas: Riot! is here ladies and gentlemen, and its clear that the fans are anxious for what should be another phenomenal night of in ring action. This is Dan Douglas per usual, but this week, due to the injury sustained to Billy Mayne at the pay-per-view, I’m being joined by, ugh, Susie Moore.
Susie: Hi Danny boy. Wow, was that Irish song about you?
Dan: I hope you not going to feign this type of stupidity all night long, because we’ve got so much slated for tonight’s telecast; literally tons of in ring competition, Halloween shenanigans, as well as what we understand will be a major press conference by AWOL backstage.
The camera briefly cuts to the now dreary face of Dan Douglas, that is hidden beneath a thick white beard, adorned from head to toe in a Gandalf style costume, while an excited Susie is draped in a Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz style outfit.
Dan: Anyway, tonight ladies and gentlemen, we have so many big things planned for this telecast, our post Halloween show of sorts, and as you can see, Susie and I are definitely in the Halloween season, as are the individuals repulsively gathered in the ring.
Moore: I’m wearing a costume? Oh yeah, I remember now. It gave me an excuse for wearing my ruby slippers, I bought them on e-bay!
Douglas: Susie, their bowling shoes spray painted red for Christ sakes. Let’s get on with this whole ridiculous Submission title coronation that we have slated tonight.
TITLE CORONATION
The camera cuts to the ring, which has been covered by a giant red carpet of sorts with Desolation, Robin Brooks, and World Heavyweight Champion Hurse all plotted on top of it. All three individuals are dressed in Halloween regalia, rather it be Hurse who is wearing a Phantom of the Opera style costume, or Robin Brooks decked out in fairy princess attire, with the glimmering wings included. Finally stands Desolation with an utterly repulsive costume that drawls the ire of the fans, as he’s clothed to resemble Jon Rich, only his attire is ripped and stained with fake blood. A big, generic eye-patch is placed over one of Desolation’s eyes with fake blood placed on it as well, and to complete the ensemble, the No Holds Barred title is draped over his shoulder. Unfortunately for Robin Brooks, the only reason she seems to be here is to hold up the Submission title belt that is stretched out over her forearms, Hurse standing at her side with a surprisingly pleasant expression on his face, at least the portions that can be seen beneath his white mask. Clutched within his hand is a microphone, and lowered from the other is the World Heavyweight title belt.
Hurse: I know what your all thinking to yourselves right now, and it’s okay to be thinking that way people. I partially understand where you’re coming from, but thankfully not fully. After all, the last thing I want to do is get myself into the same mindset as all those who are foolish enough to exchange their food stamps to purchase tickets to watch the same type of bland, generic action you see on a weekly basis. Anywho, I know what you thinking, “hey Champ, we tuned in tonight just to see the title coronation, so why are you giving it away so early, surely you can make us wait and thus increase the abysmal ratings of this telecast by a few points?” To answer the questions on all your minds, I would usually go down that route and delay the coronation to the latest time possible on tonight’s show, but I take a great risk in doing that. I realize that if I put this monumental coronation after matches involving Orlando Cruze, that half the audience will already be asleep by that time, or would have changed the channel out of pure boredom. So instead of allowing Orlando to suck all the energy out of what should be a highly entertaining segment, how could it not be considering Desolation and I are here, I’m going to get this over with now. That way I can keep bobbing for apples backstage.
Boos come from the fans, not liking what they just heard the World title holder utter in regards to the Icon. Desolation tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders, mouthing the words “it’s true, it’s true.” All the while Robin is shaking her head, annoyed by Hurse’s derogatory spiel as well, but bearing the same desire to get this over with.
Hurse: Before I intend to bestow the Submission title onto the man who won that Submission Series at Breathless, granted it wasn’t that significant of an achievement given his lackluster opponents, I’d like to take a second for all you people to give me a round of applause for the way I raised the prestige of the title. I’ve held the Submission title for over a solid year, and the only reason I failed to defend it with frequency was because, well, there just wasn’t a lot of technical talent out there to match my superior submission capabilities, with the only exception being Desolation. So I figured why even bother to waste my time clearly out matching, out wrestling, and out classing opponents who don’t have a technically precise bone in their meager frames. Therefore, due to my incredibly lengthy reign as champion, I’ll allow you to take this moment to properly give me the standing ovation I deserve.
Hurse thrusts the World title over his shoulder and puts on a very egotistical smile, awaiting the praise he believes he’s earned. The only reaction he receives are bitter boos, and derogatory chants that unnerve him slightly. Desolation steps forward and pats him reassuringly on the shoulder, indicating that they’re naturally jealous of his unbelievable achievements.
Douglas: Oh come on, I’d rather hit Hurse in the face with an airborne frosty than celebrate any jaded achievement he’s ever made.
Susie: I like frosties, especially when my brain becomes numb while eating them.
Dan: Your brain is always numb, now shut up.
The wide grin on the face of the Champion remains unaltered, even as the cruelest of vindictive things are shouted at him by the disgusted fans. Finally Hurse shakes his head and lifts the microphone back to his lips.
Hurse: Okay people, I realize you’re a little upset that I’m giving my title up, and it’s only natural for you all to behave in such a manner, but can you please stop directing such despicable chants at Robin? She certainly doesn’t deserve it, even after all her previous mistakes.
Hurse scowls through his half mask in the direction of Robin who is pointing in his direction, lowering the Submission title in the process. She’s attempting to make it clear that the fans are angry with him, not herself. All the while Desolation watches all of this rather apathetically, leaning back first against the cables with a yawn.
Hurse: After all, if your not Desolation, nobodies perfect. Robin has made her fair share of mistakes in the past, and even recently, mistakes I’ve just been made aware of.
The glare Brooks receives from the Champion becomes rather chilling as she swallows deeply, realizing that Hurse’s demeanor has altered drastically.
Hurse: Before I bestow the Submission title upon perhaps one of the best technical experts on the planet, a man who showed he possessed the sheer genius to concoct a plan that would rob Chapel of yet another World title opportunity, I want to take a moment to address some of Robin’s mistakes. Namely what I witnessed upon watching an episode of Riot! from about two weeks ago, one that was sent to me rather mysteriously in the mail.
Suddenly Robin becomes less confident, her features twisting as she stares away from Hurse’s eyes, realizing what he’s hinting around about, the infamous kiss exchanged between herself and Killjoy. Hurse starts towards her slowly, in almost a threatening manner while Brooks tries to smile and explain that she had no part in what took place a couple weeks ago.
Hurse: That’s right my dear, I saw what you’ve been hiding from me. Just when I thought all of this was in our past, what do you do, you go right back to stirring up the hornet’s nest. How could you kiss a man who may have ended my career, of course my major injuries were faked but that doesn’t matter? How could you keep going behind my back like this and treating me like a simpleton? Isn’t my love enough for you Robin, isn’t it? Haven’t I treated you like a princess? Haven’t I!?!
Brooks arches over backwards as Hurse starts shouting directly into her face. The skin on the Champion’s facial features begin to tremble with rage as he recalls witnessing that kiss, and the dazed images of Killjoy and Robin backstage at Breathless. Every time the X-Class title holder tries to explain herself Hurse silences her with another shout. All the while a smirking Desolation steps up behind Hurse, thrusting his arm out over the Champion’s shoulders, enjoying the sight of all this turmoil.
Hurse: I thought you cared about me Robin. I thought you loved me!! I thought when you shooting star pressed Psycho at Born Again, you proved just how much you cared about me, but it was all a lie wasn’t it? You haven’t proven anything, besides that you’re a cheating slut.
Robin: I do care about you, I do….
Hurse: SHUT UP! Stop lying to me!
Hurse reaches out and takes Robin by the forearm, squeezing it rather tightly as she tries to pull free. His grip is hurting her but the enraged Hurse fails to care as he bends forward so that their eye to eye.
Hurse: Your going to have to show me how much you love me Robin, you have to show me that you don’t care about Killjoy.
His fist slowly begins to raise while Robin’s eyes become wide with shock, that’s when the crowd starts to scream wildly at the sight of Axl Evermore jumping over the barricade, having snuck his way into the arena without the use of his tickets at this point in time. Axl charges at the ring and rolls under the cables, showing absolutely no hesitation while the crowd still screams passionately at the sight of him.
Dan: Look at this, Axl Evermore entering the ring, which goes to show, when someone is dead-set on getting into the building there is no stopping them. We really do need to fire our security force though.
Susie: Yeah, they keep frisking me every time I walk through the metal detector backstage.
Douglas: Susie, we don’t have a metal detector backstage.
Desolation spins around and notices Axl now in the ring but fails to react much at all, contrary to Hurse who quickly pulls Robin in front of him, using her as a human shield. A maniacal grin is present on Axl’s face as he stares between the three Champions gathered in the ring, plotting something perhaps, or asking himself what he’s just thrown himself into the middle of. That’s before he reaches around behind his back and removes a microphone from his pants pocket, slowly lifting it to his lips as his chilling eyes lock on the quivering Hurse.
Axl: Well, well, well, I’m starting to have flashbacks here. Me, Hurse, and Desolation all in the same ring during a Submission title coronation, boy does this ever take me back. I’m sure you fondly recall the moment I’m referring to Hurse, when I not only handed you that belt your about to bestow upon Evans, but left you with something else to remember me by.
Hurse: Why don’t you just get on with it already!?!
Axl smirks and takes a step in Hurse’s direction only to have him duck down behind an agitated Robin, pushing her out further in front of him. She shrugs her shoulders, not sure what to think here as she’s being used as a shield by the man who was just threatening her. Evermore steps back with a grin while his eyes cut to Desolation who is standing his ground, displaying little to no fear of Axl, a man he has a long history with.
Axl: But I didn’t come here to relive past memories, I’m here for two reasons. One, to receive what is rightfully mine, the Submission title belt, and two, to get an answer from you Desolation.
The long finger of Evermore is extended out in the direction of Desolation who tilts his head and grins in a conniving fashion, playing dumb. Axl steps slowly towards the Dark Man, realizing how crafty the No Holds Barred Champion can be.
Evermore: As long as I’m referring to the moment where I made my debut by laying Hurse out, how about I reference the challenge I made to you Dark Man on that very same day. I lifted the restriction between us where there was no physical contact allowed, and then I put the ball in your court, I told you to name a time and a place for us to settle our differences. Yet, you’ve failed to provide me with a location, or a date for our epic encounter, and frankly I’m sick of waiting. So I’m here now, looking you eye to eye, and demanding an answer. What’s it going to be Desolation, when are we finally going to come to blows?
Desolation overlooks Evermore rather apathetically, finding his demands for a match between them less than amusing. Finally a sigh comes from the Dark Man as he extends his hand, snapping his fingers and requesting a microphone, which Hurse timidly places in his palm without moving out from behind the Black Widow.
Desolation: Axl, what’s with the hostility? Are you desperately looking for that one feud that will elevate you amongst the ranks here in the IWC? Are you growing weary of facing the same stilted, repetitious, and untalented opponents week after week? Are you looking to me as your escape from the monotony of it all? Well I’m sorry Axl, but my focus is elsewhere, I’m not going to be here to save your ass once again. If you want me in this ring, you’ll just have to wait until my hectic schedule opens up a bit, and I’m ready to step down a notch to start facing the parasites feasting on the underbelly of this federation. And in regards to your pathetic quest for the Submission title, I’d hardly dub you as more deserving of the belt than the man about to emerge from the back and have the gold bestowed upon him. I saw you do something at Breathless that nobody has ever made me do in this company’s history, or throughout my whole career, and that’s tap out. So I hardly think your ability to tap the canvas, or bitch and moan is reason enough for me to lower my standards in order to face you or to be handed a title belt. Therefore, your just going to have to wait, until I’m ready, and you’ve done something, anything that would make a match between us even slightly appeasing in my eyes. Besides, the thought of making you suffer a long, anxious wait to step into the ring with me, amuses me so. The notion that it’s eating away at you the longer I refuse to step into the ring with you, is so damned entertaining. So entertaining in fact that I may never give you what you want. I think the thought of you coming to IWC just to step foot into the ring with me, only to not get what you want is down right hysterical.
The fans find themselves repulsed by Desolation’s rhetoric and reasoning while Evermore steps in reverse, placing his hand on his jaw, rubbing it as he plots his response.
Douglas: Desolation won’t accept a challenge from anyone. First Jon Rich, now Axl Evermore.
Susie: He’s probably too busy playing monopoly.
Dan: Okay, this has gotten past not being funny anymore.
The Dark Man and Evermore continue to glare at one another sternly as Axl continues to evaluate himself.
Axl: Hmmm, well I guess I’m just going to have to do something that will open your eye a little more and see that I’m not just some upstart like Jon Rich, looking for his moment in the spotlight, and thus will not be treated as such. So what do you say, we repeat history right here and right now, but instead of me laying out your pathetic friend, I do it to you.
Evermore buries his finger into Desolation’s sternum, the crowd vocalizing their shock over this. A disturbing smirk comes to Desolation’s face as he glances down at the finger dug deeply into his chest, his eye raising to take in the sight of Axl’s face, tension felt heavy in the air. The fight is about to be on right here, and right now between Desolation and Evermore, both men are finally going to come to blows it seems when a forearm is lobbed into Axl’s back. The collision takes him right off of his feet and sends him crashing to the canvas, Pat Evans revealed to be standing behind him. He reaches down, grabbing Axl by the ankle and lifting it into the air, the crowd screaming as Pat rips and tears at Evermore with the ankle lock.
Susie: Where’d he come from? Is he the Boogeyman?
Douglas: Pat Evans rushing down the ramp and attacking a distracted Evermore during this Submission title coronation! Damn this sneaky bastard!
Evermore pushes himself up onto his elbows, roaring at the top of his lungs while Desolation drops down in front of him on his fists, glaring into Axl’s eyes, taunting him with a disgusting verbal onslaught.
Desolation: This is why you’ll never be in my league Axl, why I’ll delay our encounter till the day you die! I won’t give you the satisfaction of facing me, I’d rather you die without your goals being fulfilled! The longer you wait, the more pain you’ll be in that what Pat Evans here is inflicting on you!
Axl’s ankle is almost broken as he writhes in anguish, Evans still ripping at it with all his strength. That’s when Hurse shoves Robin out from in front of him and rips the Submission title out of her hand. Brooks looks highly offended while Hurse steps towards Pat, who finally releases Axl’s ankle, just long enough to reach out and forcefully take the Submission title from the World Champion’s hands. Hurse wears a huge grin on his face at first before his eyes meet with Pat’s, a very twisted expression on the features of the new Submission Champion. Hurse receives a glare that chills him to the very core while Evermore falls to his side, still clutching at his battered ankle, Desolation shouting into his face. That’s when the crowd starts to scream passionately as Chapel, Psycho, and Killjoy come rushing down the ramp straight towards the ring.
Dan: Here comes three men the Alpha Generation and Robin Brooks certainly don’t want to see right now!
Susie: Oh goodie, more violence! I’m suppose to like this right?
Douglas: Sure, whatever.
Desolation, Hurse, Evans, and Brooks all glare towards the ramp as the three monsters come charging at them. With quickness Hurse scrambles from the ring, Evans doing the same but taking his time. Desolation rolls out rather slowly while Brooks vacates the squared circle as well. Evermore sits up, gripping at his ankle as Killjoy, Psycho, and Chapel all slide in, the hardcore beasts marching around the squared circle almost as if they are marking their territories. Pat marches up the ramp in reverse by himself while he makes eye contact with a fuming Chapel, who glares at him from the squared circle. Hurse and Desolation are pointing and shouting into the ring in the process while Killjoy pays them little attention, finding his eyes drawn to a smiling Robin Brooks. The Black Widow can’t help but to grin at the sight of Killjoy’s glare only to have Hurse take her by the arm and force her to his side. Psycho is also glaring at Brooks, but for a much different reason.
Dan: What an insane way to kick off tonight’s Riot!
Axl is sitting up and licking his trembling lips at the sight of Desolation, just thinking about getting him in the ring one on one finally. Finally Chapel and Psycho turn to glance down into the direction of Evermore, whose eyes are cutting between both men rather tensely. They both shake their heads and mouth the words “this wasn’t for you,” while Killjoy continues to stand on the corner, smirking in the direction of the lovely yet conflicted Brooks.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
NATHAN CREED VS. HELIX
The opening chords of Mozart's 'night on bald mountain' rips through the audience sending shivers down their spines. As the infamous notes blast, a pendulum is raised from the middle of the ramp. Kneeling on that with his back to the audience is the man known as Helix. He wears a long leather jacket that has a single large black wing attached to his shoulder and looks up to the titantron. As the pyro goes off, Helix gets to his feet and flares his coat so that he now stands facing the audience as his wing stretches out before them. He walks down the ramp and slides into the ring as the crowd cheers. He gets to his knees and raises his hands to the sky as gold shower pyro rains upon him.
Douglas: After a chaotic beginning to tonight’s telecast we’re about to see our first singles match of the evening. And what a way to start off Riot! here tonight, with Helix about to take on Nathan Creed in a singles bout. Are you ready to get your feet wet Susie?
Susie: Seeing as both these guys will be competing in tight fitting spandex, I’m ready to get more than my feet wet, Dan.
Dan: Hahahaha, gross. Anyway, Helix has a very impressive showing at Breathless when he competed in that 30 minute Submission Series, and scored two knocks out in the span of less than a minute.
Helix begins to run the width of the ring, bouncing off the ropes as he gets his body physically prepared for the rigors lying ahead. Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Strobes float around the arena as the opening chords of ‘Polyamorous’ by Breaking Benjamin fill the arena
“LETS GOOOOOOOO!!!”
The vocals are screamed as the song kicks up a gear and Nathan walks through the curtains to the cheers of the local fans. They cheer louder at the sight of a “Re-Hire Too Mag” shirt clinging to his upper body. He psyches himself up and he slowly approaches the ring, the lights flickering around him. As he nears the ring the chorus kicks in and Nathan dashes to the ring, sliding under the bottom rope. He bounds to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, getting the fans pumped up for yet another high quality Nathan Creed match. He removes the Too Mag shirt and tosses it into the fans.
Susie: Was Nathan wearing a Vote for Pedro shirt?
Douglas: No, it was a shirt supporting the re-hiring of Too Magnificent, after he was shamefully fired a couple weeks ago. But Nathan’s mind needs to be on this match, not on Too Mag’s plight, because he’s about to go one on one with the brother of the tag team that has been a thorn in his side this past month or so and culminated to an epic climax at the last pay-per-view.
Moore: I think I might escalate to an epic climax just watching this match, woo.
Dan: And your comments just keep making me sicker.
The crowd is pumped as Helix steps away from the corner and extends his palm outward in the direction of Nathan, preparing for a handshake. Nathan stares down into the palm of the brother of his two arch rivals and then retracts his head before spitting directly into Helix’s face. Everyone reacts with shock as Helix steps back, swiping his hand over his face then shooting a conflicted glare into Nathan’s direction. He stares into the saliva swiped across his palm then into the features of Creed who looks anything but sportsmanlike this evening, his eyes full of devious, cruel intentions. Helix nods then rushes forward, delivering a punch into Creed’s jaw, knocking him back a few pegs. Helix throws another jab at Nathan’s head when he ducks down and catches him arm, hooking it. He pushes back on it, sending Helix into a spin so that his back is facing Creed, who quickly steps forward, burying his shoulder into his spine. He lifts him into the air for the back drop suplex when Helix flips over backwards, landing on his feet behind Creed who turns to face him with quickness. He steps in and throws a lariat directly at Helix’s throat, only to have him duck down into a roll under his arm. He gets to his feet behind Creed then charges forward only to have Nathan drop down into a baseball slide through his legs. Nathan stands up and quickly wraps his arms around Helix’s waist, going for the German suplex.
Before he can hit it though, Helix performs a standing switch, getting around behind his back and then jumping into the air. He lands directly on top of Nathan’s shoulders when Creed places his hands to his thighs, shoving him up into the air and over his head. The agile Helix flies over his opponent’s head and lands on his feet right in front of Creed only to have Nathan step forward and clamp his arms around his waist once again before dropping back into a German suplex. Due to the sheer agility of Helix though, he flips over and lands directly on his feet, keeping from being hit with the German. Nathan rolls to his knees then stands up as Helix steps towards him and drops down into an attempted leg sweep that Creed is able to jump into the air in order to avoid it. Helix spins around and stands when Creed leaps upwards, placing his feet to his opponent’s gut then wrapping his hands around the back of his head. The quick Nathan drops to his back, pushing Helix up into the air with a monkey toss. The quick, nimble Helix flips through the air before landing feet first on the canvas. He quickly rushes into the ropes and bounces off of them as Nathan rolls towards him, Helix forced to jump over his body and duck down into a forward roll across the canvas. He stands then turns to face Creed who lunges upwards to his feet, both men having a stand off at this point in tensed positions. The fans clap loudly at the sight all the counters between these two men to open this fast paced match up.
Douglas: What a fast paced way to begin our opening match here on Riot! It’s so much nicer to see wrestling instead of having to endure listening to Hurse talking for thirty unbearable minutes.
Susie: I like Hurse’s teeth, they’re sparkly, almost as sparkly as Helix’s skin.
Dan: It’s comments like those that actually begin to make me miss Billy Mayne’s atrocious commentating abilities.
Nathan Creed stands up as he and Helix begin to circle one another. Its obvious that the Future is transferring the rage he feels for Adam Riddick and Christian Savior onto their brother. Both men now step forward and lock up in a collar elbow before Creed spins around quickly under the arm, placing it in a ringer. That’s when Helix drops down into a forward roll, getting onto his back and sliding across it around over onto his knees. The fast paced Helix pushes himself off of his knees over on top of his head then nips up off of it right onto his feet. He turns, swinging around Creed’s arm and placing it in his own arm ringer submission hold. He pulls Creed towards him and delivers a straight upward kick to his chest then steps around over Nathan’s arm. Helix attempts to drop down forward and pull Creed down into a cross armbreaker. Before he can do it, Nathan stands up straight, lifting up on his arm which Helix is still seated on, causing him to be launched into the air. His opponent flips forward, landing on his feet right in front of Nathan who steps towards him and then drops down behind his back, grabbing hold of his tights from behind. He rolls Helix over backwards onto his shoulders with a modified school boy then stands up, attempting to step through the legs in order to lock in the Courtesy Call. The crowd finds themselves screaming over what they’re witnessing while Creed tries to get that submission locked in, but just can’t.
Helix purposely scoots on his back to avoid being locked in the submission while Nathan is forced to take his leg out from between his opponent’s. That’s when Helix rolls over backwards onto his knees, getting out of the predicament for Creed’s finishing submission as Nathan comes charging at him. As soon as he does Helix jumps into the air, twisting around with his back facing Nathan and wrapping his legs around his waist. He pulls Creed down into a forward roll, seated on his chest in the process and holding down the back of his legs.
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Douglas: What brilliant counters from both men leading straight into the German suplex by Nathan Creed, and he’s looking to deliver it again on his fast opponent Helix.
Susie: These guys are like transformers or something, keep changing things up.
Dan: Stop speaking, I beg you, for the love of my own sanity.
Helix rushes forward with Creed still clamping hold of his mid-section, trying to snap off with a second German suplex. That’s before Helix steps up the cables, breaking the arms away from his waist then leaning back, flipping up and over the shoulder of Creed. He lands on his feet directly behind Nathan who turns to face him as Helix comes rushing in. Creed catches him under the arm though and hip tosses him forward so that the back of his legs hit the top rope. As soon as they bounce off Helix flips over backwards, Nathan stepping in his way only to have his opponent’s shins land on his shoulders. Immediately Helix drops to the canvas and head scissors Creed forward into the cables, sending him flying through them. He turns and crashes across his back on the outside mats, arching his spine throughout the process while forcing himself to a standing base. Just as he gets up Helix steps towards the cables and takes hold of the top rope, about to launch himself over. The fans cheer as he pulls himself over the cables into a crossbody aimed directly at the Future who suddenly rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring to avoid him. Helix is forced to change things up as he lands directly on his feet on the outside mats then turns towards the ring, which Creed is rushing across then diving through with a suicide headbunt directly into his opponent’s face. Helix is knocked backwards and sent crashing spine first into the barricade, leaning on it for support now.
Susie: Nathan just flew like one of those paper airplanes I made in class. Actually, I never could get them to fly right.
Dan: Well, you do realize you actually had to fold the piece of paper up into the form of an airplane right?
Moore: Ohhhh!
The crowd is screaming at the sight of the high flying headbunt just perfected by Nathan who takes hold of Helix’s hair and forces him towards the ring. He grabs hold of Helix’s wrist and whips him at the squared circle when the nimble former SCW Champion jumps into the air and surprisingly slides his legs under the cables. He grabs hold of the bottom rope and swings around with his body into a modified 619 that connects with Nathan’s face, the fans reacting with cheers once more. All the while Nathan is knocked backwards into the barricade, hitting it side first and bouncing off while Helix stands up on the apron. He now flips over backwards and comes crashing down on top of Nathan with a moonsault, taking both men to the mats with much commotion from the sold out crowd. An already slightly tired Helix rolls away from Creed, motioning for him to get up in the process. As Creed does Helix steps towards him and grabs him by the hair, forcing him to his feet then rolling him under the cables to the inside of the ring. An exasperated Nathan starts to force himself to his feet while gripping at his forehead. As he forces himself to a standing base Helix stands up on the apron then drags himself over the cables, twisting with his body and landing directly on Nathan’s shoulders. He spins around and snaps over backwards, throwing Creed over into the hurricarana, the fans reacting with much praise at the sight of Helix’s acrobatic move.
Helix turns and grabs hold of Nathan’s wrist, dragging him over onto his knees then delivering another solid kick directly into his sternum. That’s when he steps over the arm, straddling it and falling forward. He drops down onto his back and thus flips Nathan off his knees over onto his back, clamping his legs around the shoulder, applying the cross armbreaker to a mixed ovation. Groans of pain emanate from Creed, who stomps the back of his heels against the canvas, attempting to find a way to escape this submission hold. He can’t get himself free though as Helix continues to rip and tear at the arm in the process with his legs. A bitter, enraged Creed refuses to stay down for long though, even after the hard hitting high flying moves he’s been hit with already.
Dan: The cross armbreaker locked in on Nathan Creed, Helix really clamping it on and trying to earn the submission.
Susie: That Helix sure is flexible, he does some of the things my minister use to teach me, and just like me he has to do it in front of a camera too.
Douglas: That’s something for you to talk to authorities about Susie, this isn’t the right time and place to discuss it.
Thinking on his feet, or more accurately on his back, Creed begins to roll back and forth, attempting to free himself from this submission hold. He finally rolls over backwards right onto his feet, still bent over forward as Helix keeps his legs clamped about his shoulder. Somehow, to the shock of everyone Creed is able to twist his body around in order to step over Helix’s back, forcing the legs apart from around his shoulder. He now steps through the legs and lifts them into the air, wrapping them around his own in the Courtesy Call, Helix pushing himself up onto his elbows, roaring in pain.
Dan: What a counter by Nathan!! He’s got Helix trapped in the Courtesy Call already!
Helix forces himself up onto his elbows, glaring at the cables which he’s just a few inches away from. Using all the strength in his upper body he pulls himself towards the nearest cables, reaching out and grabbing the bottom one. The official steps in front of Nathan, starting a five count before he breaks the submission and then turns to face Helix, who is utilizing the ropes to force himself up to his feet. Just as he gets up, Creed steps behind him and locks him in a half nelson, then drops back into a release overhead suplex. Helix’s nimble body flips over completely and comes crashing down chest and stomach first into the cables, popping up onto his knees in the process. He looks completely knocked loopy by that suplex until Nathan comes charging in, delivering a straight running knee strike directly to his face. The collision knocks Helix onto his back with Nathan turning and tumbling into the cover, quickly hooking his leg.
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Somehow Helix gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning away from Nathan in the process who looks to become enraged that he didn’t just pick up the win here. He turns back towards Helix and grabs hold of his hair, rolling him onto his knees before placing him in a front chancery, forcing him up to his feet then snapping over backwards into a vicious vertical suplex, followed by a float over into the pin.
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Helix gets his shoulder off the canvas again, turning over onto his elbows and knees in the process. A flustered Nathan stands up beside him and jumps into the air, coming down leg first across the back of his head, sending his face crashing into the canvas as a result. He rolls over onto his back while Nathan steps towards him, taking hold of Helix’s hair and holding his head up. He begins to deliver solid right hands repeatedly into his forehead, attempting to inflict as much damage as he possibly can. The quick Creed stands and takes hold of Helix’s wrist, using it to drag him up to his feet then pull him forward into a short arm clothesline. Helix ducks it, switching around behind Creed’s back and wrapping his arms around his waist, setting up for the German suplex of his own. Nathan locks his leg around Helix’s and performs a standing switch, getting behind him and wrapping his arms about the waist of his opponent, hoisting him up into the air for his own German. Helix tucks his head forward and lifts his legs into the air, placing them under Creed’s armpits and pulling him forward down into a roll up. He is seated on Nathan’s chest once more while holding down the legs.
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Again Creed gets his shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time. Helix falls onto his side and then quickly rises to his feet while Nathan rolls away from him. Both men stand as Helix charges forward only for Nathan to throw a lariat at his throat that the nimble athlete ducks. He rushes into the cables behind Creed, bouncing off them and coming back in when Nathan spins, bending forward and catching his leg. He hoists him into the air and drops back into a snap flapjack. The body of Helix crashes hard into the canvas then pops up onto his elbows and knees while Nathan gets to his feet at his side. He jumps forward, catching Helix around the neck ands the thigh, rolling him over onto the back of his shoulders into a cradle.
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The quick Helix shoots his shoulder off the canvas, spilling over onto his chest and stomach.
Dan: What back and forth action here between these two phenomenal athletes.
Susise: But Creed keeps dominating this sexy little Helix.
Dan: It’s comments like those that start to remind me of Billy.
The very tired Helix tries to stand up while Creed grabs him by the hair, forcing him up to his feet violently. As soon as he balances himself Creed delivers a vicious knife edge chop directly across his sternum. The sheer force of the strike takes Helix’s legs out from under him, sending him tumbling to his back across the canvas. He then rolls across the canvas and begins to crawl away from Creed, trying to force himself to his feet. As he does so Nathan steps up behind him and delivers a hard clubbing blow over his back, that causes him to arch his spine. He now places his hands to Helix’s lower back and shoves him forward directly at the turnbuckle, the nimble athlete jumps into the air though, landing feet first on the turnbuckle. To the shock of everyone he springs off and turns in mid-air towards Creed, landing directly on his shoulders for a hurricarana. Nathan holds on though then charges forward, preparing to throw him into the corner with a powerbomb. Somehow Helix realizes then and ducks his head, flipping over Nathan’s cranium and sliding down his spine, wrapping his arms around his waist. The Future is pulled over into a sunset flip right into the pinning predicament.
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Nathan gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning away from Helix and getting to his elbows and knees in the process. The very quick Helix charges into the cables behind the Future bouncing off then stepping up onto the back of his crawling opposition. He stands on Creed’s spine only for a moment before he jumps into the air, coming down elbow first directly into his kidney area. A groan comes from Nathan as a result of the collision against his lower back while Helix stands and then jumps into the air, dropping a leg across the back of his head. This drives Nathan’s face into the canvas while Helix twists around, crawling quickly into the cover, hooking his leg.
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Somehow Nathan is able to get his shoulder up fairly quickly leaving Helix shocked as he sits on the ring, becoming rather upset.
Susie: Oh, poor Helix, he looks like a mad little baby in there. I just want to cuddle up with him and give him his favorite binki.
Dan: I doubt his own mother would even do that with him.
A sluggish Helix rises to his feet and begins to motion for the tired Nathan to force himself up to a standing base. Creed shakes off the effects of the several impacts his skull just had to take before Helix drops down into a headstand, pushing himself up out of it as he lands legs first on top of Nathan’s shoulders. He wraps his legs around Nathan’s head and pulls him around before snapping off into a big head scissors, his opponent being flipped over, crashing onto his back as a result. He rolls across the ring onto his knees with the fans reacting with cheers while Helix stands then charges into the ropes in front of him. The very sudden Helix comes rushing back in at the former X-Class Champion with a shinning wizard only to have him duck it. This causes Helix to land on his feet with his back aimed towards Nathan, who stands and grabs him around the neck, bending his head over backwards into a reverse DDT position. He is about to swing around and connect with a modified version of the Total Domination (Eye of the Hurricane) when Helix buries his feet hard to the canvas, using them to push himself up into the air, flipping backwards over Creed’s shoulder. He lands on his feet behind Nathan and grabs both of his arms, hoisting him up into the air for the Skeleton Key (Vertibreaker). Before he can hit it Nathan flips over backwards, landing on his feet behind Helix and grabbing him by the hair, pulling his head over backwards. That’s when he swings around with his arm, connecting with the Total Domination.
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The crowd responds with a huge uproar, very pleased by the fact that Nathan has just bested Helix in the ring in what was a fast paced match here to kick off Riot!
Susie: Ohhh, Helix lost, that’s not fair.
Douglas: It was completely fair, Helix went for that devastating Skeleton Key only to be taken down with the Total Domination in what was one hell of a counter.
An exhausted, still physically reeling Nathan remains on his knee in the center of the ring, sweating profusely after the intense match up he was just involved in against the brother of one of his opponents. Helix is lying down beside him, physically exhausted before Nathan stands and steps towards his legs, lifting them into the air while he tries to step through them and lock him in the Courtesy Call. It’s clear he’s trying to exact some revenge and use Helix to send a message to his brothers. Just as he tries to lock the legs around his own though, Gone Forever hits the PA system, the fans reacting with total and utter disgust. Creed removes his leg from between Helix’s and allows his sweaty frame to roll out of the squared circle, Nathan’s eyes focusing on the curtain with a mixture of emotions prevalent in his eyes.
Douglas: Things just got more interesting out here for sure Billy, because here comes S.K.
Susie: Why can’t these two ladies just move on already? Nathan isn’t even that cute, unless your into people with disfigured teeth, which is why I date a lot of people who live in backwoods shanties.
Nathan continues to glare with penetrating eyes at the curtains, which rip asunder as Krissie herself marches through the curtains, a rather jovial expression on her smiling face. Clutched in her palm is a microphone, obviously having something to say as she stands by herself on the stage. All the while her eyes remain focused on the ever intense Creed, who begins to request the use of a mic as well, which is promptly handed to him through the ropes. Krissie shakes her head in the direction of the ring before slowly lifting the microphone to her grinning lips.
Krissie: Well, well, I’m shocked to see that little old Nathan hasn’t forgotten how to wrestle a half way entertaining match. But I didn’t come out here to congratulate on your in ring competence, instead I’m here to deliver a message.
For some reason Creed is feigning fear and excitement which doesn’t amuse Krissie whatsoever.
Krissie: Quit trying to be cute Nathan, we all know your no good at it. I’ve got an announcement to make and you won’t make a mockery of me, or it. Later tonight AWOL may want you and Orlando to be present along side Adam Riddick and Christian Savior for a huge announcement he intends to make as part of his big press conference, but until then I don’t want to see you and your twisted partner together. Due to the actions that transpired after your match at Breathless, I’ve decided, alongside Sallie, that your too much of a volatile element to have at ringside. Plus you’re raising far too many concerns with this whole Too Magnificent deal. Therefore, the ever so voluptuous Sallie and I have deemed that you will not be permitted to accompany Orlando to the ring for his match tonight, and you are barred from ringside for the rest of this show. Feel free to give that same message to Orlando Cruze, as we’re not going to allow you to ruin this show by running in during either Savior’s, or Riddick’s matches tonight. You keep your nose out of their business, because if you or Orlando try to interfere in the proceedings of this evening you will both be suspended indefinitely with no pay.
Krissie smiles at the prospect of suspending Creed and keeping him from maintaining a living. To the surprise of everyone though Nathan just grins and shrugs his shoulders, as if he has absolutely no problem with that prospect whatsoever.
Douglas: What bullshit, what absolute bullshit from Krissie McMorris! Can this woman even begin to hide her disdain for Creed?
Susie: It’s hard for jilted lovers to do that, although I’ve never been a jilted lover. All my ex boyfriends never broke up with me, they just had to move, or were hit by trucks, although they never did let me visit them in the hospital, and the next time I saw them they weren’t even wearing bandages.
The smirking Krissie backs towards the curtains smugly before Nathan lifts the mic to his lips with quickness.
Creed: Whoa, whoa, whoa there hellcat, before you go anywhere, why don’t you tell these people why your really doing this to me.
Krissie stops about half way through the curtain and glares towards the ring with confusion in her eyes. She scratches at the back of her head and looks around timidly, unsure of what Creed is getting at. Nathan shakes his cranium, obviously distraught by her lack of understanding.
Creed: Come on now Krissie, the time for playing games is over, and I’m sure the fans will understand if you just come out and say it.
Again Krissie shrugs her shoulders and looks around in bewilderment. Nathan lifts his eyebrow and gives her a judgmental gaze.
Nathan: Okay, I’ll spill the beans for you Krissie, since you don’t have the courage to just come out with it already. Ladies and gentlemen, the reason she’s doing this to me, the reason she’s tried to have me destroyed and plays with my career every chance she gets, is because she still worships the ground I walk on, she still finds me dead sexy. And who can blame her, I certainly can’t, just look at these pecs.
The smirking Creed flexes his bicep while Krissie just acts repulsed by his behavior. She looks to be becoming sick, or at least pretending to be ill by the sight of him.
Creed: Just come on Krissie, stop playing around, I notice the way your eyes have been overlooking me every chance you get. I know you’ve been doing nothing more than constantly ogling my goodies. I know it’s completely understandable and all, but if you keep this up, I’m afraid I’m going to have to sue you for sexual harassment.
Krissie stomps her foot and scowls in Nathan’s direction while he holds his palms out in front of himself, insisting that she calm down.
Nathan: Now, now, now, you got yourself into this situation, and you’ve been provided unfit working conditions for far too long now. I think you need to start taking some workplace sensitivity classes, because you need to understand that I am more than just eye candy. I….oops!
Creed slyly drops the microphone to the canvas and acts like he dropped it on accident. He places his hand over his mouth and turns his back towards Krissie, slowly bending over to pick it up. The Future cranes his back to ensure his rump is properly stuck out and in the air, aimed directly in an appalled Krissie’s direction. The amassed crowd are laughing their asses off as Krissie is forced to stare at Nathan’s. He slowly stares back at her, lifting a single finger and placing it to the edge of his mouth, smiling with glee.
Susie: Nathan shaking his money maker like a salt shaker.
Douglas: No hip hop or ghetto slang please, that’s the last thing this show needs.
Absolutely repulsion is clear on Krissie’s face yet for some reason she can’t turn away, finding herself drawn to the rear end of the former Annihilation World Champion. Nathan now tilts his head and bats his eyes while painfully grabbing hold of the microphone. Finally his entrance music begins to play over the PA system as Krissie stomps her foot and bitterly shakes her head, storming to the back. The Future stands up slowly, glaring at Krissie and shrugging his shoulders towards the screaming, laughing fans. He now lifts the microphone back to his lips and starts to implore his former, vindictive girlfriend to come back.
Creed: Oh come on Krissie, there’s no reason to act like that. Besides, I was just about to start doing the splits. Come on back now.
There is no response from the swaying curtains, no sight of Krissie while Creed smirks and just shakes his head with the fans chanting his name.
Douglas: Nathan certainly got the last laugh tonight ladies and gentlemen. He almost literally rubbed it right in Krissie’s face. I’m starting to think she may still be attracted to the Future.
Mayne: The future is attractive, with all those flying cars and robots who fluff your pillows and wipe your bum.
Dan: That’s a different future….oh, just forget it.
The crowd is still screaming loudly as Nathan slips through the ropes and again shrugs his shoulders with a purposely dimwitted expression on his face.
Dan: Well even after a crazy, albeit hilarious moment here between Nathan Creed and Krissie McMorris, we’ve got to change gears because we’re about to go backstage where AWOL’s major press conference is about to commence.
Susie: I like being backstage better, it’s got air conditioning.
Douglas: Just wonderful.
APATHETIC ANNOUNCEMENTS
Cameras are flashing and reporters are scribbling in their notebooks while seated in endless rows of chairs. They are positioned just below a large platform which holds up an extremely long table. In the middle of the table a podium is erected with a very apathetic, tired, and haggard General Manager standing behind it. Although dressed in his best duds for this occasion AWOL still appears as if he has no interest to be here whatsoever. He just lingers behind the podium, overlooking all the eager reporters anxiously waiting for answers while a huge black back drop is set up behind him. A back drop that features the letters that at one time AWOL may have taken pride in associating with, IWC, however he’s been singing a much different tune as of late. Nevertheless he prepares for his big backstage press conference to make some announcements that still remain a mystery but will most definitely have a major impact on the company he’s forced to preside over. Just when it appears that he’s going to start his speech the GM glances down at a watch around his wrist, tapping at it with his finger which causes the over anxious reporters to speak out of turn.
Reporter: Um, excuse me, Mike Johnson from Wrestling Scoops magazine, when is this press conference going to start?
The GM acts taken aback by such a bold question yet grins in an almost eerie manner.
AWOL: Well, as long as you promise to quote me on this, then I’ll have to say, whenever I fucking decide it does, now sit your ass down and shut up until your allowed to ask questions. I don’t come to your job and interrupt by slapping the dick out of your mouth, so keep quiet. If you must know though, I was waiting to be oh so generically cut off with some big overblown interruption by one of the IWC talents.
AWOL’s eyes cut back and forth, overlooking the crowd before him and waiting for something before he finally shrugs, obtaining a false sense of security.
AWOL: Okay, the reason I called this little press conference that’s been hyped up more than it ever needed to be since I’m associated with it, is because my office has been receiving questions left and right about the direction of the IWC in the coming months. Therefore, so that I can answer your annoyingly repetitive questions all at once, I’ve decided to drag all your asses from the comfort of your office and away from your computer screens long enough to satisfy your desire for knowledge. Now I have several announcements to make, and until I finish I beg of you to keep your questions to yourselves, mostly because the smell of pizza on your breaths is about to make me wretch. Firstly….
AWOL!!
The GM rolls his eyes, realizing this interruption was coming yet still not being prepared for it. All eyes at the press conference turn towards three menacing individuals making their way down the isle splitting the rows of occupied chairs. They have to bump and jostle their way through the crowd, making it to the forefront of the gathering to ensure that the highly agitated GM can see them. It’s not very difficult to spot these abnormally tall athletes, an enraged Chapel standing at the forefront with Psycho and Killjoy moving to hiss ides, their arms crossed over their tensed chests.
AWOL: Well, you’re a few seconds later than I thought you would be, but leave it to you to interrupt something sophisticated with your usual brand of idiocy.
Chapel: Shut the fuck up! We didn’t come back here to your so called press conference in order to talk, we’ve come back here to make demands.
Killjoy: Demands that we’d highly advise that you fulfill.
AWOL: Ohhhh reeaaaalllly?
Both Killjoy and Chapel nod while Psycho looks down at the floor, not standing in support along side his stablemates. His eyes turn towards a chubby older woman holding a tape recorder, who promptly scoots away from him in her chair. AWOL is particularly amused by their staunchness and the fact that they deem themselves to be threatening towards him in the slightest.
Chapel: I want my rematch right here tonight. I want Hurse for the World Heavyweight Champion and I want it right now!
The reporters begin to take pictures and stand up eagerly, trying to ask Chapel questions but he has no interest in answering. Instead his eyes remain glued on AWOL, who is having his photo taken numerous times over as well.
Chapel: You know damn well that I was screwed at Breathless, that I had the title won if it wasn’t for Pat Evans! So I dema…
AWOL: First of all, you don’t demand anything from me Chapel, nothing!
The enraged and highly flustered Chapel bites his tongue for a moment, realizing it would be futile to stand and argue with the bitter General Manager. All the while Killjoy slaps camera’s out of his face and Psycho continues to have his head lowered to the floor, unable to look AWOL in the eye.
AWOL: Secondly, you should realize that when I make a promise I stick to it, that I’m a man of my word, unlike so many of the walking disappointments making their ways around the lockeroom, or standing before me. I told you at Breathless that if you failed to win the World title that you wouldn’t receive another championship opportunity until I was pleased that you earned it, which you haven’t. Do you think just because you can stand there and look all menacing, or you can run into a ring and chase Hurse out of it that it would impress me enough to give you a rematch?
Chapel: This isn’t right AWOL, and you know it! You saw what Pat did, and you realize that I’d have that World Championship around my waist if it wasn’t for him. That should be more than enough to impress you, and justify me receiving another title opportunity.
AWOL thinks about it for a moment while scratching at his jaw then shrugging his shoulders abruptly.
AWOL: I don’t know what to tell you Chapel, but no, it doesn’t impress me enough to give you another title shot. In a way it’s your own fault for being too stupid to realize what Pat was doing, and stop him before he could do it. You just gave me another reason not to be impressed by you, or waste another World title opportunity by making you the challenger. Besides, I have other plans for you Chapel, relating to the man who cost you the Championship. No, not yourself, I’m referring to Pat Evans. As well as another individual who has been itching to get in the ring with you, as well as Evans as of late. So since I have you here, and your timing is highly convenient, I guess I should go ahead and tell you that at Extinction, it will be Chapel vs. Pat Evans vs. Axl Evermore, in a triple threat match with your Cartel Championship on the line.
Numerous photos are taken and much commotion is stirred up amongst the reporters, who immediately try asking questions about this. That’s before AWOL’s cold eyes turn towards them, making many immediately return to their chairs while they immediately close their moves in a meek, cowardly manner. Chapel is shaking his head in a very tense manner, about to unload on AWOL if it wasn’t for the fact that he’d lose the job that he cherishes in the process. Killjoy steps forward and pats Chapel on the shoulder, which deeply disturbs the War Angel, being comforted by a man who tried to kill him a couple years ago.
Killjoy: I don’t know what your thinking AWOL, and I’d probably need to start taking medication if I did, but what your doing isn’t right, it’s not good for business. Chapel deserves that rematch, and you know it, and you also realize that I should get my hands on your so called World Champion as well. I have been a General Manager before, so I think I know proper business decisions when I see them, and this isn’t one of them.
AWOL smirks innocently at first and then chuckles in a raspy tone.
AWOL: Funny you should say that Killjoy, and even funnier that you should disgrace yourself by associating with guys like Chapel or Psycho, who you used your role as GM to constantly screw over. So don’t lecture me on proper business etiquette. The reason your words are so humorous mind you, because let’s face it, I don’t find anything you say on your own to be intentionally funny, is because I was thinking it’s about time you got off your big fat ass and started to earn that contract you signed back at Born Again. You see, I have a match envisioned for you at Extinction, your first match back in fact, and it will involve yourself on one side of the ring with Hurse being on the other.
The reporters begin to talk amongst themselves, enthused by this idea while Killjoy nods, actually liking the sound of that. Of course, AWOL isn’t through yet as his smirk vanishes and he continues.
AWOL: But it won’t be a one on one match.
Killjoy’s momentary happiness quickly fades.
AWOL: No, no, it will be a tag team match, where your new friendship with Psycho will truly be put to the test. Because at Extinction, it’s going to be Killjoy and Psycho teaming together for the first time ever to take on Hurse and Robin Brooks.
Psycho’s eyes shoot upward and glare into AWOL’s face with tremendous confusion setting in. He appears absolutely befuddled as to why he’s receiving another shot at Robin but doesn’t want to question it as a sickening type of joy sets in at the thought of getting his hands on Brooks. Killjoy stares at Psycho and spots the dementia clouding his eyes, not liking it one little bit.
AWOL: And Psycho, I’d advise you not to fail me again. When you let me down twice you saw how bad I could be, if you fail me a third time, you’ll see me at my worse. So there you have it gentlemen, be gone, and be gone quickly before I stop being so courteous.
Chapel: This isn’t over AWOL, you can’t keep me away from the World title forever!
Chapel points his chilling finger at AWOL, who just shakes his head as a result. All the while Killjoy and Psycho walk through the crowd of reporters, realizing it’s for the best to just walk away before they dig a deeper grave for themselves. Both men seem conflicted as they stare at one another, obviously having much different desires for how their tag match will pan out. All the while AWOL and Chapel keep their eyes frozen on one another’s faces, the Cartel Champion backing down the isle.
Dan: Wow, two major matches just booked for IWC Extinction, Chapel defending the Cartel title against Pat Evans, and Robin Brooks teaming with World Champion Hurse to take on Psycho and the returning Killjoy. Extinction shaping up to be a huge event.
Susie: And speaking of huge, no I’m not going to refer to the size of my extremely nice breasts, I’m referencing the impending match. Wow, I sound really smart when I read stuff off these cue cards you gave me.
Dan: Naturally. Anyway, next up we’re going to witness Das Ungeheuer Kale Ericsson versus the returning former World Heavyweight Champion Silencer, and its going to be next.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
SILENCER VS. DAS UNGEHEUER
As the eerie, discordant notes of a strained instrument begin to whisper through the speakers of the Manhattan Arena sound-system, the lights soon begin to fall, one after the other, allowing the long, haunting shadows to overtake the interior of the building, swallowing the crowd whole like some demonic beast. Seconds pass in silence, before the unmistakable sound of sharpening knives becomes audible, distant and soft, yet blended in perfectly with the continuing strains of the odd instrument. From the speakers comes a voice, garbled and accented, speaking a foreign languages that sounds unmistakably German. As the voices continue, the eerie music begins to fade out, but only for a second, as a violent, thunderous crescendo in the music explodes from the speakers, triggering a blast of white-hot pyrotechnic flame from beneath the stage at the exact same time, hiding the entire entranceway behind a blinding flash of white light. Just as soon as it appeared, the light is gone, replaced once more by the deep shadows, except for one small portion of the stage, which seems to have melted away as a result of the fiery blast. Over the speakers, high-pitched voices form an unseen choir, as a strange red glow appears at the bottom of the hole cut into the stage, where pale smoke is already beginning to billow upward in a thick, noxious cloud. Now a hard, demonic rock chord, the music fills the once-silent air with the turbulent, violent sounds, mixed in with the somber voices of the ghostly choir, just as a single figure begins to appear inside the smoke-cloud; silhouetted by the hellish red light from below. With his head bowed low, and his face hidden in the shadow cast by his Allgemeine cap, Ericsson rises slowly up to the level of the stage, before taking a single step off the lift, and onto the solid steel of the platform itself. Raising his head just enough to cast his frozen stare over the shadowed faces of the capacity crowd, “Das Ungeheuer” throws his arms out to his sides, causing the sides of his long leather trench to billow outward just as a powerful gust of wind roars from below the stage. As the last, lingering curls of smoke are swept away, a few scattered lights return as well, leaving most of the arena still locked in the clutches of darkness, as Kale raises his head, and gives the capacity crowd a slow, lingering stare with his frozen eyes. Soon, the pounding beat of the music falls quiet, replaced by a single, monotonous beat, as a single ghoulish voice crackles through the speakers, ranting in rapid German; at the same time, Ericsson takes his first step onto the ramp, and begins to make his way down to the ring at a slow, lasting pace.
Die stumpfe Klinge - gut und recht
Ist doch so gut gewürzt
Denn du bist
Es ist mein teil - nein
Ich blute stark und mir ist schlecht
Muss ich auch mit der Ohnmacht kämpfen
ich esse weiter unter Krämpfen.
und so schön flambiert
und so liebevoll aug Porellan serviert
Dazu ein guter Wein und zarter
kerzenschein
Ja da lass ich mir Zeit
Etwas Kultur muss sein.
was du isst
und ihr wisst
was es ist
Mein Teil - nein
Denn das ist mein teil - nein
Yes it's mein teil – nein
Upon reaching the side of the ring, Ericsson circles around to the steps, one hand reaching out to take hold of the cold steel pole as he ascends up onto the apron, his free hand moving to hold the Allgemeine cap in place as he ducks between the ropes. Stretching back up to his full height, giving both the referee, and the close-seated fans a moment to awe at his incredible physique, Kale strides to the nearest corner, and reaches inside his trench coat, his fingers forming a tight grip around something just out of sight. In one fluid motion, he pulls a savage-looking knife from inside the coat, flips it around in his palm, and stabs it into the top turnbuckle, easily impaling the thick blue pad. Ignoring the screams from security around the ring, as well as from the referee, himself, Kale eases out of the trench coat, and drapes it over the corner-post, using the impaled knife as a peg, hanging the collar of the coat over the metallic hilt. Next, he removes the cap, taking a moment to brush off the steel-gray material, before he reverently hangs it upon the handle of the knife, as well, and then turns to face the open ring, his powerful arms crossing over his chest with a silent finality. Motionless, Ericsson never blinks, or even looks away from the center of the ring, his attention inward and patient as he waits for his opponent, the music slowly dying.
Ein Schrei wird zum himmel fahren
Es ist mein teil - nein
schneidet sich durch engelscharen
Vom Wolkendach fällt Federfleisch
auf meine kindheit mit gekreish
Mein Teil - nein
Denn Das ist mein teil - nein
Mein Teil – nein
Susie: Hehehehe, I like this guy, nein! Hehehehe, nein, that word is so funny.
Douglas: Oh dear God, I don’t know how you can get progressively more retarded the longer this show goes. Anyway, besides the repeating of the word “nein” in Kale Ericsson’s entrance music, there’s many more intriguing aspects of this young man’s persona.
Moore: Like his hair cut?
Dan: Uh, no, the fact that Kale has had all access denied to all those attempting to learn about his history.
Susie: Maybe he’s a clone. Clones don’t have histories, they have to mooch off other people’s histories.
Dan: For the sake of my sanity, just stop talking.
Kale continues to look stoic and rather emotionless when…. Silencer now slips through the ring, the former World Heavyweight Champion making his official return to the IWC when Kale rushes forward, delivering a such a brutal, stiff forearm directly to his opponent’s face that it almost takes him out of his boots. The former Champion crashes onto his spine and covers his face with both arms while Kale strolls forward, his eyes locked on Silencer the whole time.
Douglas: And the second that Silencer enters the ring he’s almost beheaded with a vicious forearm strike!
Susie: That wasn’t very fair, don’t these matches usually start with them feeling each other up for twenty minutes?
Dan: You mean, feeling one another out.
Moore: A girl can dream can’t she? Anyway, it’s nice that Silencer is back, but he wasn’t welcomed back with open arms.
Silencer is holding his nose, swiping his palm across it to ensure that no blood is there before Kale steps up behind him and delivers a swift kawada style kick directly between his shoulder blades. The returning legend arches his back and grinds his teeth but refuses to allow himself to verbally express his anguish. Regardless of how tough his opponent is Kale drops down behind him and begins to deliver repeated elbow strikes into the side of his neck and face, attempting to inflict as much damage as possible. That’s before Silencer starts to push himself up to his feet and the referee shouts at Ericsson for using those stiff MMA style elbows. Silencer forces himself to a standing base then turns around, pinning his shoulder against Kale’s ribs and shoving him backwards into the turnbuckle, driving all the air out of his body as a result. A now intense Silencer stands up, delivering a sensational chop across his chest, then grabbing him by the back of the head and beginning to deliver repeated elbow strikes into Kale’s face. That’s when Ericsson reaches out, taking him around the back of the his skull and switching positions with him, throwing Silencer back first against the corner. Kale steps in and delivers a knee to his mid-section then bends him forward before Das Ungeheuer bends down and chops upward directly into his sternum. The blow almost takes Silencer down out of the corner as he cover his sternum, Kale stepping in for another chop aimed right at his chest. Silencer ducks it as Kale spins around and finds his back pressed to the corner, Silencer rushing forward as he jumps into the air, delivering a double knee strike directly into his chest. Ericsson is knocked back first against the corner with force as his arms tumble over the cables, Silencer turning his back to face him and wrapping his arm around his neck.
Silencer charges forward out of the corner, going for the running bulldog when Kale pushes him off without warning, taking hold of the back of his pants in the process then dragging him in reverse. He catches Silencer in a half nelson, setting up for that lethal move that will drop him directly on top of his head. Before he can hit it Silencer pushes himself backwards, forcing Kale in reverse spine first against the corner, jamming him against it. Ericsson’s arms tumble over the cables while Silencer steps out of the corner then spins around to face his opposition, charging straight at him as he jumps into the air, swinging around with a hard heel kick directly to Kale’s chest. The collision knocks Ericsson down to his seat with his back still pressed to the corner and sends Silencer flipping sideways over the cables. The quick, nimble Silencer lands on the apron feet first while taking hold of the top rope then pulling himself over them, twisting around in mid-air while obtaining a grasp on the perpendicular cable and swinging his body down into a front dropkick directly to Kale’s face.
Douglas: Ohhh, Silencer coming back and now unloading on Kale Ericsson! This match didn’t start out with any apparent animosity between them, but it’s slowly beginning to develop now.
Moore: This match has become some heated I can roast marshmallows on it, if they didn’t go straight to my thighs.
Silencer rolls over backwards after hitting the hard slingshot style dropkick to Kale’s chest, who remains seated in the corner with a somewhat dazed glint in his eyes. Yet he still begins to force himself up to his feet in the corner, continuing to lean against it for support as Silencer comes charging in, going back to the well with a jumping spinning heel kick aimed at his sternum. Instead of connecting, Kale catches him in mid-flight then charges forward, hoisting Silencer into the air and throwing him upwards, where he catches tremendous height before finally crashing down spine first into the canvas. Silencer hits off the ring hard and turns away from Kale, arching his back in the process. Pain is clear in his face after that hard impact with the ring while Ericsson steps forward, taking him around the neck and the thigh then hoists him into the air before dropping him ribs first directly across his knee. This causes Silencer to stand up albeit doubled over with his arms wrapped around his waist as Ericsson charges in at him and delivers another stiff upward kick directly into his opponent’s face this time. Spit and what almost looks like teeth fly from the former World Champion’s face as he tumbles onto his back, his legs kicking up into the air in the process. Everyone in the arena groans over the sheer force the kick while Ericsson steps forward with a lifeless aura inhabiting his eyes.
With his opponent down Kale drops to his side, slapping his palm down around his throat. The referee steps in to start a five count but Kale quickly pushes his lower body up into the air and drops down with a knee into the side of Silencer’s face. He now keeps pushing his lower body upward and repeatedly drops knees over and over again into the skull of the former Champion. He stands up quickly and drops an elbow directly into his throat before clamping his arms around his neck in a version of the laid out side headlock. Kale stares forward with a creepy gaze, his eyes showing absolutely no emotion even while he inflicts as much damage on Silencer as humanly possible. Referee Princeton steps in and begins to check on Silencer who is bleeding from the side of his mouth before he shows his cat like agility by bridging up out of the side headlock right onto his feet behind his seated opponent. Silencer turns and jumps into the air, dropkicking Kale directly to the back of his head before his opponent had anytime whatsoever to prepare himself. Kale arches his back with pain somewhat clear in his features, Silencer rolling away from him with blood dribbling from the corner of his mouth, having been lacerated by one of those stiff blows to the cranium.
Susie: Silencer bleeding from the mouth, he must have ate something with glass in it, I do that accidentally all the time, you should see my medical bills.
Douglas: I don’t have a year to read them Susie, but no, it wasn’t glass that caused this, it was one of those stiff strikes to the head from Ericsson. This man is really stiffing Silencer in the ring right now, we didn’t see him nearly as vicious as this against Aurora at Breathless. Why does Kale have such disdain for our former World Heavyweight Champion?
Silencer spits out some more blood after that last kick to the face and then steps up behind the still seated Kale. With almost a roar he delivers a hard kick directly to the upper back of Ericsson, an extremely stiff one. Kale’s eyes widen as his face tenses, rolling slowly onto his knees, starting to force himself to his feet. Silencer chops him directly across the sternum with an insanely stiff blow that would take down any normal human being, but it has the opposite effect on Ericsson, who’s entire body ripples as it tenses, motioning for another chop. Silencer glances about then steps forward and lifts his hand into the air for a second chop before spinning around and delivering a back heel kick directly to Kale’s stomach. Ericsson was unprepared for this, bending forward as Silencer steps to his side and slaps him stiffly across the cheek. The strike causes him to back up while Silencer jumps in with a hard, rock like forearm to the side of his skull. Somehow Kale remains on his feet as he’s backed into the cables by a fired up, and riled up Silencer who braces him before whipping Ericsson across the ring. Kale charges into the ropes and turns, hitting the ropes back first before he comes rushing straight at Silencer who rushes forward, jumping into the air with a spinning heel kick to the face of his opponent. The blow knocks Kale to the canvas with force while Silencer lands beside him but quickly rolls over to a crawling base. The highly motivated Silencer charges glares around then rushes forward, jumping into the air with a standing shooting star press only to land directly on Kale’s knees. The collision is hard and causes him to grab hold of his mid-section as he gets to a standing base, trying to block the anguish. That’s hard to do though as Ericsson steps in and takes him around the neck, hoisting him into the air and holding him upside down before jumping into the air and dropping Silencer down head first into the canvas. The crowd groans at the sight of the Head Shot, Silencer’s body folding up like an accordion before he bounces off the canvas and tumbles onto his back.
Ericsson turns onto his knees, glaring at his down opponent and then crawling into the cover, hooking his leg with quickness.
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Silencer kicks out, showing his resolve and resilience while rolling away from the methodically rising Kale. The man who he is quickly building a grudge with through this match steps forward and takes hold of Silencer’s head, dragging him to his knees then delivering a hard upward kick to his face. He keeps Silencer in this position and then delivers another straight kick to his face, followed by another shot, and another, then following it up with a running knee right to the side of his face. Silencer is knocked off of his knees and sent crashing onto his back while Kale steps forward into the ropes, continuing to show little to no emotion in his eyes.
Douglas: Silencer dropped dangerously directly on top of his head yet he still is able to get his shoulder up. This is why this man was a former Annihilation World Champion, and why Das Ungeheuer shouldn’t be using him as a stepping stone.
Susie: Heh, I’d like to step on Silencer, he looks sturdy.
Kale approaches Silencer and takes him by the hair, rolling him to his knees then forcing him to his feet while locking his arm around behind his back. Ericsson spins Silencer around in the modified hammerlock before sweeping his foot out from under him, dragging him down into a hammerlock DDT variation. Again the face of his opponent implodes against the canvas before he rolls onto his back, lying almost motionless at this point with blood still dribbling from his mouth. Kale spins around on his knees and bends over Silencer’s shoulder, taking him by the arm as he once again places it in the hammerlock. The quick Ericsson kicks up off the canvas while transitioning his body to drop down knee first into the bicep of his opponent. Silencer pushes himself up with the palm of his hands and yells in pain while Kale kicks his legs up into the air and swings his knee into the point of his opponent’s elbow this time. Kale quickly slides around on his knees now and keeps the modified hammerlock established, Silencer remaining on his chest and stomach in the process, laid out and unable to defend himself. Ericsson is really doing damage to that arm while Princeton bends down, checking on Silencer’s condition, asking him rather or not he would like to submit. The battered Silencer shouts no, even if he hasn’t been in a match in months and is facing serious ring rust he refuses to allow his first official match back to end with him tapping out, especially to Ericsson. Kale is really damaging that arm yet Silencer starts to force himself up to his feet very slowly.
The majority of those in the building are slapping the barricades and stomping their feet as Silencer continues to will himself upwards, Kale bending down over onto his shoulder to maintain his modified hammerlock. As Silencer reaches his feet he finds his shoulder pressed to Ericsson’s gut and uses the positioning to his advantage, beginning to force Kale backwards towards the turnbuckle. Ericsson looks over his shoulder at the corner then quickly slips around to his opponent’s side, forcing Silencer forward and throwing him through the cables shoulder first into the exposed steel turnbuckle while still trapped in the hammerlock position. Kale steps around behind him then rushes forward, delivering a blistering front dropkick right to Silencer’s posterior that sends him flying shoulder first into the post once more. A loud groan comes from Silencer while Kale rolls under the ropes and onto the apron, stepping across it towards the targeted arm of his opponent. He grabs hold of Silencer’s wrist and twists with his body, beginning to lean backwards off the apron, dragging the former Champion shoulder first against the post.
Moore: Aw, Silencer’s arm being all banged up, he won’t be able to use it later for, um, you know, lifting groceries.
Douglas: And here I thought this night couldn’t go down hill any further. But your partially right, I find myself shocked to say, because Silencer’s arm is being torn apart at the hands of Ericsson now.
Princeton has started a five count, reaching three before Kale releases Silencer’s arm, allowing his opponent to pull it back towards his chest. He grips at his shoulder in a lot of pain while leaning side first against the corner, Das Ungeheuer slipping the ropes and coming back at him again. He takes hold of Silencer’s arm, sticking it out over the second rope, wrapping it around the cable and then pulling up on his wrist. Roars of pain emanate from Silencer as he grabs at his shoulder, trying to overcome the unbelievable stress and anguish being inflicted upon it. Again the official starts another five count before Ericsson breaks the submission and steps backwards with a stoic gaze. With Silencer pressed back first against the turnbuckle in a seated position, Ericsson slaps his knee then rushes forward, attempting to drive it directly into his opponent’s face. Silencer rolls out of the way though, causing Ericsson to drive his knee against the corner while he falls chest first into it. He leans against the corner sternum first while Silencer gets to his feet and then charges forward directly at his spine. He jumps into the air to the shock of everyone and delivers a dropkick to the top of Kale’s back, flipping over and landing on his feet immediately after hitting it. Ericsson grabs at the back of his neck and staggers in reverse while Silencer steps in, taking him around the head then charging at the corner. He steps up it and pulls Ericsson around into a huge tornado bulldog, driving Kale viciously face first into the canvas. He bounces off the ring and then rolls onto his back while Silencer sits there, grabbing hold of his shoulder in immense pain.
Douglas: Silencer finally answering back in what thus far has been a very fast paced, yet hard hitting match thus far.
Susie: You say that a lot don’t you?
Dan: You have no justification for lecturing me about my originality.
Still in terrible pain Silencer rises to his feet and glares at Ericsson who is lying on his back a few inches removed from the ropes. Silencer jumps over him and then springs into the air, landing across the back of his legs on the top rope then springing off into an Arabian press moonsault, crashing right across the chest and ribs of his opponent. He hooks Kale’s leg in the process, trying to pin the German Monster.
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Ericsson shoots his shoulder from the canvas, turning away from Silencer in the process who stands and takes him around the neck. Although bleeding from the mouth and having shooting pains course through his shoulder, Silencer forces Kale up to his feet and kicks him hard to the ribs. Ericsson is doubled over by the kick while Silencer grabs him around the back of the head and drops to his knees, connecting with a jawbreaker that causes Kale to stand and stagger in reverse into the cables. He bounces off and staggers forward into Silencer who swings around to his side, dropping back into a huge Russian leg sweep. Ericsson crashes hard onto his back while Silencer rolls in reverse right onto his feet, stepping forward and grabbing the legs of Kale, pulling them up into the air. Silencer jumps upward then comes down into a seated position across the back of Kale’s knees, folding up completely into a pinning predicament.
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Kale shoots his shoulder from the canvas, Silencer rolling over backwards and slipping through the cables onto the apron. He stands up while still holding his shoulder, Ericsson rolling to almost the center of the ring and fighting to regain his senses. Silencer stands up on the apron, glaring at Kale as he tries to force himself to his feet on the inside of the ring. As soon as he stands up, Silencer springs onto the top rope and takes flight, soaring straight towards Ericsson who jumps into the air, twisting with his body and connecting with a knee strike directly into his airborne opponent’s face. Silencer is knocked down hard to the canvas while Kale landing beside him, the fans shocked by the stiff yet acrobatic knee just delivered from Das Ungeheuer.
Susie: That was acrobatic!
Douglas: Kale Ericsson with an unbelievable counter to Silencer’s high flying offense, twisting in mid-air to plant that knee directly into his opponent’s face!
Instead of going for the cover a slightly emotional Kale climbs on top of the now down Silencer and begins to deliver blow after blow right into his face, repeated stiff closed fists that almost crack his opponent’s skull. Princeton steps in, shouting at Ericsson, demanding he stop this, starting in with a five count almost immediately to disqualify him. Kale doesn’t listen as he continues to deliver punch after punch into Silencer’s face, busting him open even further. Before the official can reach five though Silencer grabs Kale by the arm, dragging down on it and causing him to duck into a roll across the canvas. Silencer rolls onto his knees with blood dripping from his nose, which may have been broken by those lethal strikes. He rises to his feet with a stagger but refuses to go down as Kale turns and rushes at him only to walk into a lethal superkick to the jaw. The sheer impact would be enough to render any normal man completely unconscious, yet Kale is still standing, flailing his arms and staggering in reverse. A shocked and bloodied Silencer steps in with another stiff superkick right to his jaw, almost cracking it on impact. Kale is sent reeling backwards into the turnbuckle, falling on it for support yet still remaining on his feet as Silencer comes rushing in, jumping into the air with an attempted back elbow only for Ericsson to surprisingly step out of the way. Silencer hits the corner back first and Kale steps in front of him, beginning to deliver punch after punch into his face, connecting with repeated closed fists. More blood is produced from Silencer’s mouth and nose which rolls down his face, the official stepping in and grabbing Kale by the shoulder. He spins him around and gets decked right to the face from Kale as a result, the force of the punch sending him crashing to the canvas as a result.
Douglas: Kale attacking the referee, this man has lost control, he’s completely snapped being in there against Silencer, but why!?!
Susie: This guy must really not like Silencer whatsoever.
Ericsson turns back towards Silencer who is busted open by those extremely lethal right hands, yet steps out of the corner with an uppercut to the jaw of Kale. He is knocked backwards while Silencer steps out of the corner and uppercuts him to the face once again, almost knocking his legs out from under him. The referee has turned onto his side and is now motioning for the bell, throwing this match out by disqualification since Ericsson put his hands on him. Kale is knocked backwards with yet another punch to the face when Ericsson steps forward and knees him to the gut. Silencer is bent forward as the bell rings repeatedly, yet neither man is paying attention to it. That’s when Ericsson steps to Silencer’s side, taking him by the back of the head, then delivering an extremely stiff upward kick directly to his face. The collision echoes throughout the arena and knocks Silencer onto his back, sending blood dispersing through the air as Ericsson steps towards the down former Champion. That’s when security slides into the ring, men dressed in yellow shirts diving in front of Kale. Shockingly he grabs one by their hair and straight headbunts him to the face, busting the guard open on impact, knocking him to the canvas. He grabs another one and just effortlessly tosses him out of the way before trying to get at Silencer once again, who has risen to his legs which shake beneath him. He rushes forward nevertheless and spears Kale to his ribs, taking him down to the canvas and crawling on top of him, the bloodied Silencer jabbing him repeatedly to the face.
Douglas: This match has been thrown out ladies and gentlemen, as it’s just broken down into absolute chaos. Silencer wins via disqualification after Kale’s jab to the referee’s face, but I don’t think this is over by a long shot.
Susie: Is anything ever resolved in these matches?
Silencer’s roars through the blood caked on his face and continues to punch the face of Ericsson repeatedly. That’s when guards dressed in riot gear slide into the ring and approach Silencer, one of them sticking their club across his throat, using it to pull him off of Ericsson. Kale rolls over quickly and rushes at Silencer though, beginning to deck him in the face with those same lethal right hands before the riot guards grab his arms and legs, forcing him backwards away from Silencer, the fans screaming as a result.
Douglas: What is the beef between both these men?
Moore: I don’t have a clue, but they seem like they just want to tear one another apart. Which is good?
Dan: Noooo.
Susie: Oh.
Kale busts free of the security and rushes across the ring, jumping on top of Silencer and the riot guards, beginning to throw fists at him once again. Silencer buries his shoulder to his gut, backing him up and jabbing him repeatedly to the mid-section while guards try desperately to pull both men off of one another.
Douglas: This brawl continuing to wage in the ring, but apparently the press conference is continuing backstage, so let’s get back there with another major announcement from GM AWOL.
Susie: He’s full of them tonight isn’t he?
Dan: He’s definitely full of something, that’s for sure.
THE LAST TO STAND
The camera returns to the shouting reporters trying to bombard AWOL with a plethora of inquiries, yet he fails to respond. In fact, he appears more entertained and intrigued by the dirt that has developed between his finger nails than providing educated retorts to the many questions he’s being asked. The topic on the minds of the many inquisitive reporters is why Desolation finds himself seated on one side of the podium with the N.H.B Championship positioned on the table before him, and Jon Rich is on the opposite end of the structure AWOL looms behind with Magnus seated right along beside him. A bandage is placed over Jon’s eye, still debilitated by the injury inflicted on him with that stapler at Breathless. He tries not to even look in Desolation’s direction with his good eye, knowing that the second he sees him seated there with the title he defended for so long, he’ll explode into a wave of righteous fury and do something he might regret later with all these innocent people gathered around him. Especially given Desolation’s choice of costumes for the evening, wearing a comically oversized patch over one eye and adorned in bloody Jon Rich style attire, tattered and ripped in numerous places.
AWOL: Okay, okay, shut up everyone, important person speaking here. I mean, come on, given the shitty performances of everyone on this roster and their limited mental capacities the fact that I can produce elegant speech makes me more important than anyone else automatically.
Jon rolls his one good eye while Desolation smirks in a conniving manner at this insult, getting a good chuckle out of AWOL’s lack of faith in the people he once supported so staunchly.
AWOL: Getting this over with as quickly as possible though, the reason I’ve brought everyone’s favorite punching bag Jon Rich, and the DX dialogue orientated Desolation here, is because I’ve received a bit of distressing news. Apparently Jon Rich, in his infinite idiocy has decided to exercise his rematch clause for the No Holds Barred title, but it’s at my discretion when he’ll be receiving said rematch due to his obvious physical impairments. And I’m not even taking into account the numerous mental ailments that effect him as well. Therefore, to make things interesting this time, instead of just witnessing the same type of mindless, bland violence that we did at Breathless, and just because the prospect of this match amuses me so, at Extinction we will witness a Last Man Standing match between Desolation and Jon Rich for the N.H.B championship. If you don’t know the rules to a Last Man Standing match by now then hang yourself with the elastic band in your underpants please.
The reporters begin to flash pictures repeatedly and ask numerous questions while Desolation grins and interlocks his hands around the back of his head, kicking his legs up as he places them across the surface of the table. Magnus covers his face with his palm, shaking his cranium back and forth in obvious dismay while Jon just stares forward, displaying a fierce expression. His mind fills with thoughts of what he’ll do to Desolation in one of the most violent matches ever devised, and how much it would take to put him down for the count of ten.
AWOL: But it be foolish of me to just announce a Last Man Standing match without overbooking the preparation for it in some capacity. Therefore, I’ve also decided that to ensure both men make it to that match in tip top condition, and because I’ve grown bored with them trying to kill each other week after week, that until Extinction there must be no physical contact between them. That means, that if provoked or not, neither man will be able to put so much as a finger on the other under penalty of suspension….
AWOL stares in Jon’s direction.
AWOL: Or being stripped of the N.H.B Championship.
AWOL turns and glares at Desolation now who just stares forward with a slight smirk still present on his bandaged features.
AWOL: Also, if either man comes into direct physical contact with the other, then their match at Extinction will be cancelled. That’s it, now boys play nicely, or you two won’t get to hang out anymore.
The cameras continue to go off and a lot of verbal commotion has been stirred up amongst the reporters while AWOL steps back away from the podium. All the while Jon Rich sits with a tensed frame in his chair, biting at his lower lip while Magnus grabs him by the arm, trying to talk some sense into him, begging him not to take this match. Rich drags his arm out of Magnus’ grasp then rises slowly to his feet as he turns slowly towards Desolation who doesn’t even bother to give him the time it would take to transition his eyes to take in the sight of him. Jon doesn’t give him the option though as he steps around the table and makes his way around to the area directly in front of the seated Dark Man with Magnus grabbing at his shirt, imploring him to stop. Rich just won’t listen to reason as he steps around in front of a yawning Desolation and digs his knuckles into the surface of the table, leaning forward so that he’s almost eye to eye with the man took his championship at Breathless. Desolation finally looks up, his discolored eyes meeting with the one that still functions on Jon’s face.
Jon: Desolation, I just have one thing to say to you Desolation, and it’s not some string of pointless dialogue that will emphasize just what kind of barbaric torture I inflict on you at Extinction in this Last Man Standing match. No, I want to reassure you of something….
Rich reaches up and begins to peel the bandage away from his misshapen eye, revealing the bruising and swelling all around it, almost proudly displaying it for Desolation. The Dark Man looks upon his work proudly.
Rich: I want you to look at what you did to me, and realize that even after all this, after you gave me your worse, that I’m not going anywhere, that I won’t stop until I’ve beaten you. I don’t care if you blind me, if you cripple me, if you break my ribs, if you shatter my femurs, or crack my neck, I’m not going to stop, I’m just going to become more motivated, more determined. Every drop of blood that spills from my body instills more determination deep within, and it will be blood well lost in the cause of rectifying my previous failures. At Extinction, no matter what you do to me, no matter what kind of pain you force me to tolerate, I’ll do just that, I’ll tolerate it in the sake of finally getting my revenge. I don’t care if they have to hook me up to a respirator to fight I’ll keep coming until I’ve got what I wanted.
Desolation: Good.
The Dark Man smirks once more as Jon reapplies the bandage to his eye.
Desolation: I look forward to it.
The trembling Rich continues to glare into the almost frozen features of the Dark Man before he finally stands up at Magnus’ behest.
Jon: You and me both. You and me both.
Jon pulls away from Magnus and makes his way around the backdrop, leaving the press conference with his trainer in hot pursuit. Desolation slowly twists his head to watch him leave all the way grinning diabolically, amused by the thought of what will happen at Extinction.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
REPLAYS AVAILABLE ON PAY-PER-VIEW
AURORA ROSE VS. JON RICH
The screen begins flashing with the beat of "Unbreakable" by Bon Jovi. The fans jump to their feet and watch as Jon walks from the back, a very intense expression on his face, which still bares the bandage over his eye. He points to the fans as he steps on the stage, still with the wherewithal to play to the crowd. He stands dead center, drops to both knees, crosses his arms and lowers his head before snapping the arms outward and snapping his head back with a scream as the pyros from the screen begin to shoot off. He hops to his feet and jogs the isle, Magnus marching out through the curtains behind him now, watching very closely in an otherwise distraught manner.
Susie: Is Jon Rich a pirate? He looks like that guy from the Long John Silver’s commercials.
Dan: No he is not a pirate, Rich was stapled in the eye by Desolation at Breathless, but boy will he ever get a chance at redemption, as we just learned it will be Jon Rich vs. the Dark Man at Extinction in a Last Man Standing match. If you thought their last clashing at Breathless was violent, just wait till our next pay-per-view.
Billy Mayne: You don’t have to ask me how violent their last match was, I know from first hand experience….
The crowd suddenly starts booing at the sight of Billy Mayne appearing almost out of thin air beside the announce table, possibly having emerged through the crowd while a big sloppy bandage is wrapped haphazardly around his head. He is shamefully exploiting the injuries he apparently received at Breathless thanks to that bloodbath between Desolation and Jon Rich. Dan shakes his head with disappointment at the sight of Billy who motions for Susie to march her finely toned ass to the backstage area.
Dan: Billy, what are you doing here, your not suppose to be back till next week.
Mayne: I couldn’t sit at home and let guys like Jon Rich get away with what they did to me last week. Now Susie, I may want to motorboat your chest but I have no interest in listening to you speak, get out of my chair and go to the backstage area where you belong.
Susie: Your chair smelt like moldy cheese anyway, it was a pleasure Dan.
Douglas: I wish I could say the same.
Susie stands and marching to the back, waving to the fans while Billy slides into the chair beside Dan and places his headset over his ears with clear disdain in his eyes at the sight of Jon. The former N.H.B Champion is warming up in the ring, unaware that Billy has returned to his post. “The Kill” by Thirty Seconds to Mars begins to play out over the PA system and once again Aurora Rose emerges through the curtains onto the stage. She lifts her arm into the air, showing some fanfare for the first time in a while but still looking dreary, drained of life. She makes her way down the ramp and towards the ring where Jon is positioned, anxiously awaiting some competition.
Douglas: Aurora Rose looking to be in slightly better spirits tonight even after all she’s endured these past few weeks.
Mayne: So what, we should be sympathetic towards her? Only one person deserves sympathy, and that’s me. Do you not realize how severe my head injury is thanks to Jon Rich?
Dan: To be perfectly fair, it wasn’t just Jon who injured you at Breathless.
Billy: There you go again, taking his side.
Dan: Oh, go home Billy, please.
Billy: Not until Jon Rich and I have a little heart to heart.
Aurora has slid into the ring and with the same dreary expression on her face she glares straight at Rich, who glares at her with his one still functioning eye. The bell chimes in the background with Magnus watching on from the stage as Jon and Aurora begin to circle each other. They finally step forward and interlock arms in a collar elbow, beginning to jockey for positioning against one another. Jon suddenly twists with his body and swings around under Aurora’s arm before tucking it behind her back in the hammerlock. An almost emotionless Aurora plants her feet, trying to fight this before she reaches back, wrapping her arm around Rich’s neck. She drops to her knees and pulls Rich over into a snapmare over onto his seat then scoots up behind her opponent, grabbing his arm and placing it in the hammerlock behind his back. The easily angered Rich clinches his fist and tries to fight his way up out of this hammerlock, starting to rise to his feet with Aurora still twisting at his arm from behind. They both reach their feet as Rich bends forward and slides under Rose’s arm, getting behind her back and applying the hammerlock of his own again. Aurora now finds herself the one angered by this submission predicament as she reaches back with her legs, locking them around Jon’s ankle. The quick Rich is hit with a drop toe hold that plants him chest and face first against the canvas, causing him to break the hammerlock as Rose jumps over his back and grabs his arm. She tucks it around behind his back and applies her own hammerlock again.
Douglas: An exchange of hammerlocks between these two, both athletes attempting to out do one another in the early goings of this contest.
Mayne: Why doesn’t he go ahead and do what he’s good at by trying to injure Aurora maliciously.
Dan: Would you drop it already Billy? Jon did not intentionally try to injure you.
Jon pushes himself up onto his knees with Rose rising to one beside him, still clamping on the hammerlock. That’s when Jon ducks his head and rolls forward across the canvas, escaping the hammerlock then turning around onto his knees. Before he can do anything Aurora scoots forward, clamping on a front chancery upon her kneeling opponent. Nevertheless Rich begins to force himself up to his feet, Aurora standing in front of him and continuing to twist at his head violently, attempting to shut down all air from reaching his cranium. With quickness Jon buries his hands to Aurora’s ribs and hoists her up into the air though, rushing forward then throwing her up high. Aurora catches some tremendous height then comes crashing down chest and face first into the ring, bouncing up onto her knees immediately afterwards when Rich barrels forward into a lethal front dropkick right to her face. Aurora is knocked onto her back while Jon rolls away from her then crawls into the cover once again, hooking her leg.
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Aurora shoots her shoulder from the canvas while Magnus watches all this with a shake of his head. Something about Jon’s motions in the ring, and the way he’s handling himself seems to cause Magnus great dismay. Jon stands and approaches Aurora before dropping a quick elbow into his sternum then rushing quickly to his feet and springing into the air, with an extension of his leg he plants it directly to her throat. Rose’s body kicks up into the air after the impact until Jon steps over her and rushes into the ropes at her side, jumping onto the second rope and springing off. The nimble, fired up Rich flies through the air and with an extension of his leg he drops directly on his seat upon the canvas. Jon yells out in pain while Aurora scoots up behind him, having gotten out of the way in the nick of time. She grabs hold of Jon’s arm and hooks her legs around the other one, pulling him over backwards into the crucifix pin.
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Jon rolls over backwards onto his knees and lifts Aurora up off the canvas while she was still trying to hold him in the crucifix. The former champion stands with Aurora stretched across his shoulders, setting up for some big when Rose twists her body, slipping down his spine. She wraps her arms around his waist and pulls him over backwards into a sunset flip.
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The fired up Rich gets his shoulder off the canvas in the nick of time once again. This further creates stress on Magnus’ part, clearly disgusted by his performance thus far.
Mayne: Dammit Aurora, get the job done already!
Douglas: She’s trying to put Jon is demonstrating the heart of a champion here by consistently kicking out of these pinning predicaments.
Billy: Both these people are useless.
Jon turns over onto his elbows and knees while Aurora stands up at his side then jumps into the air, landing feet first on his back. Once she’s balanced herself she jumps into the air and extends her own spine, coming down back first into Jon’s kidney area with a senton splash of sorts. Rich is knocked to the canvas across his chest and stomach before arching his spine, rolling towards the cables for a moment of salvation. He rolls directly into the ropes, using them to reach his feet while Aurora comes charging in with cheetah like speed only to have Jon bend down, catching her against his shoulders then back dropping her over the ropes. Rose grabs the top cable though and lands gracefully on her feet before pulling herself right back over it into the ring. While Jon’s side is turned to the cables he has no idea that Aurora is coming over them and catching him around the neck, dragging him down into a vicious DDT straight into the canvas. Jon bounces hard from the top of his head then rolls across the ring into another set of ropes now. He once again uses them to force his tired, still aching body to his feet, his bandaged eye facing Aurora, causing him not to be able to see her as she rushes forward and hits him with a lariat to the throat. It’s a lariat that sends him spilling over the cables and landing back first on the apron. He place s his palm to his forehead, trying to force himself to his feet as Aurora steps to the opposite side of the ropes, grabbing hold of them and then pulling herself over. She twists with her body and lands directly on Jon’s shoulders, going for a hurricarana off the apron. Somehow Jon is able to turn though, placing his hands to the back of Aurora’s thighs and pushing her over the cables into a backwards flip where she lands on her feet, staggering in reverse to the center of the ring. Just as she balances herself and begins to charge in once again Jon springs onto the top rope and now flies through the air before connecting with a forearm strike directly to her face. Aurora is knocked to the canvas with Jon landing at her side, rolling across the ring as well.
Douglas: Jon finally answering back against this onslaught from Aurora Rose, in what has been a very competitive match thus far.
Mayne: And did you see it Dan, he targeted Aurora’s head, he’s trying to injure her the same way that he did me.
Dan: Stop being ridiculous Billy, and please, just go home!
Jon rises quickly to his feet then approaches the laid out Aurora who suddenly lifts her lower body into the air, wrapping her legs around his neck then snapping over backwards. She flips Jon over into a modified head scissors causing him to hit the ring then roll across it right onto his feet. Aurora nips up to a standing base, finally displaying some confidence, but not knowing that Jon is stepping up right behind her and hooking both her arms from behind. Rich drops back into a dragon suplex with the bridge, going for the pin.
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Aurora shoots her shoulder from the canvas, turning away from Jon in the process as he gets to his feet then steps in and places her in a front chancery. He drags Aurora to her feet and snaps over backwards into a bridging fisherman suplex, going for the pinfall yet again.
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Again Rose kicks out in the nick of time, Jon starting to clearly display his frustration. He sits up and places his palm to his damaged eye then looks around as if slightly disorientated. Nevertheless he stands and takes Aurora around the neck, rolling her to her feet. He quickly grabs her by the wrist and whips her across the ring directly into one of the turnbuckles. Aurora turns and smacks into it with force before Jon comes bolting across the ring and jumping into the air for a flying forearm strike. Somehow Rose has the wherewithal to promptly twist her body and dive through the ropes legs first, avoiding Jon and causing him to hit the corner directly across his sternum. Rich bounces off the corner and begins to stagger in reverse while Aurora grabs the top rope, pulling herself over it and twisting with her body in the process, landing shins first on top of Jon’s shoulders. She releases the ropes and pulls Jon around into a big head scissors that sends him flipping over and crashing hard across his back on the canvas. Jon arches his spine then begins to force himself to his feet, trying to stand up while Aurora regains her senses and rushes into the ropes at his side. She springs onto the second cable then flies off, twisting in mid-air, Jon unable to see her due to his bandaged eye. He turns to face her though right as Aurora catches him around the neck and drags Rich around into a vicious tornado DDT, planting him directly on top of his head. The tough Rich bounces from the canvas and drops onto his back, yet somehow starts to push himself upwards, Aurora watching on in a momentary state of disbelief. Nevertheless she charges into the cables at Jon’s opposite side now and springs onto the second rope, flying off it while twisting around in mid-air. Rich quickly spins around and catches her on top of his shoulders this time though, then runs around the ring and drags her over into a vicious death valley drive. Rose crashes with force against the canvas before Jon comes crawling into the cover, hooking her leg.
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Again Rose kicks out to a mixed reaction from the fans.
Billy: Come on Aurora, get your eye appeasing ass up!
Douglas: Again Jon finally gets back on the offensive in this match with that unbelievable counter, yet you can start to see how that bandaged eye is really starting to effect him.
Mayne: I hope his eye catches gonorrhea!
A flustered Rich rises to his feet with Magnus still watching on in a very distraught manner, realizing that Jon just isn’t competing at 100%, that his mind is elsewhere.
Jon gets to his feet with Aurora standing up slowly in agony, before he goes for a spinning heel kick directed at his head. Aurora drops down into a roll, avoiding it then reaching her feet before she steps up behind Rich and jumps onto his shoulders. She seems to be going for a reverse hurricarana before Jon places his hands to the back of her thighs, pushing them up into the air. Aurora actually gets some great height while her body twists and falls directly on top of Rich’s shoulders once more, finding herself in the fireman’s carry. That’s when he pulls her over into a DVD that drops her across the back of her head onto his knee. Aurora sits up and grits her teeth as she clutches at the back of her noggin, Jon standing up behind her before spinning around into a lethal, vicious back heel kick directly to her skull. The back of Aurora’s head lunges forward after the impact while Jon charges into the cables in front of her, bouncing off then coming in with a vicious running boot straight to her face. Aurora is knocked onto her spine while Jon rushes into the cables, jumping onto the middle one and springing off before he transitions in mid-air, coming down leg first directly across Rose’s throat. The fans find themselves clapping at this tremendous series of moves before Jon turns and hustles into the cover.
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Somehow Aurora once more gets her shoulder from the ring, Jon shocked by this display of her resilience. He rises to a single knee with shock clear in his eyes before struggling to his feet. Jon stands and takes Aurora by the hair, rolling her over onto her knees then grasping her by the wrist. He forces her to a standing base then steps around behind her back, pulling the gripped wrist around her neck. He reaches out and grabs the other one as well, pulling it around her neck as he sets up for the Get Rich Quick. Before he can hit it Aurora jumps into the air and reaches back with her legs, wrapping them around Jon’s waist, she pulls him over into a forward roll, seated across his chest and holding down the back of his legs with a surprise pinning predicament.
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Jon kicks out to cheers from the fans while Rose rolls away from him, appearing very tired. She gets to her feet and rushes right at Rich though who rises quickly and takes her down with a hard back elbow directly to the face. The collision sends Aurora crashing to the canvas while Jon turns and makes his way to the turnbuckle in an exasperated manner. He begins to climb the corner in a sluggish manner when Pat Evans emerges out of nowhere, bolting towards the ring.
Mayne: Yeah, there’s a real hero, Pat Evans!
Douglas: Evans coming out here and I pray its just to show Aurora some emotional support.
Jon has reached the top rope, going for that high flying elbow before Evans jumps onto the apron at his side, reaching into his pocket and removing a chain. He wraps it around his fist then rushes forward at Jon who kicks downward into his face, knocking him onto his seat upon the apron to cheers from the crowd. This momentary distraction, coupled with the fact that he can’t see Aurora due to his blinded eye, allows her to step in front of Jon then jump into the air straight off the canvas. She gets a tremendous vertical leap and catches Jon around the neck with a head scissors, pulling him from the top rope. Rich flips over, taking flight from the highest point of the turnbuckle then crashing hard into the canvas across his spine. The fans find themselves shocked by Aurora’s sheer vertical leap as she turns and crawls quickly into the hook of his leg.
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Jon gets his shoulder from the canvas in the nick of time once more, the crowd screaming loudly. Aurora sits up with wide eyes, full of anger, especially as she spots Pat recuperating on the apron. She scowls in his direction while reaching her feet, Jon doing the same in front of her. They’re both rather tired at this point as they reach their feet, Aurora rushing forward with a lariat directed at his throat that Jon ducks under. He turns around and goes for a discus forearm only to have Rose spin around and avoid it at the last second by bridging over backwards slightly in a matrix style position. The very tip of Jon’s elbow hits referee Fitzpatrick directly in his eye though, causing him to turn away from him in clear pain. She stands up straight at this point and spins around, catching him around the waist, Rich performs a standing switch though, getting behind Rose and interlocking his arms about her waist only for Aurora to charge forward into the cables, dragging Jon around behind her. As soon as they reach the ropes though, Aurora ducks forward and Pat slugs Rich right in the face with the chain covered fist. Jon staggers in reverse, somehow keeping his balance after taking such a shot to the cranium while Evans drops off the apron, backing away from the ring with a devious smile on his features. Aurora turns and glares at Pat in anger while Evans points at Jon, demanding she take advantage of the situation and do so promptly. Rose’s chest heaves but then steps around to the side of the still dazed Rich, placing his head in a side headlock then charging at the cables. She springs into the air, placing her feet to the top rope then pushing herself off, twisting around in mid-air and dragging Jon down face first into the canvas with the Sinful Desires.
Douglas: Dammit, Pat Evans attacking Jon Rich with that steel chain and making Aurora capitalize on what he just did! This is disgusting, absolutely reprehensible!
Mayne: Jon got what he deserved, he shouldn’t have been focusing so much on Desolation. If he were paying attention to the match at hand, perhaps he would walk away from this one victoriously.
Aurora sits up and glares at Evans in a saddened state while he continues to motion towards Jon, demanding that she cover him. Finally with a sigh Rose crawls into the cover, hooking his leg. Fitzpatrick takes his hand away from his eye finally and while blinking it turns to observe the action. He drops down and begins to make the count.
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Mayne: Mwahahahaha, Aurora Rose has done it, she’s beaten Jon Rich. Although, given his pathetic performances over the past few weeks, and his streak of constant disappointments, I don’t think that’s much of an accomplishment. Thanks for letting everyone down again Jon!
Douglas: Would you stop it Billy? Jon put his all into this match, and if it hadn’t been for Pat Evans, he may have emerged victoriously.
Magnus has approached the ring at this point while Jon has shot his shoulder from the canvas at the last second, getting to a single elbow with a slight dribble of blood on his forehead thanks to that chain shot. He’s clearly not pleased with what he witnessed from the very mentally distracted Rich, who is shaking his head, not sure what he should be doing right now, his mind pulled in so many different directions. Aurora stands up to start celebrating her win rather it was jaded it or not but Pat reaches into the ring, taking her by the ankle, yanking it out from beneath her then dragging her out of the squared circle. She lands on her feet in front of Pat who is pointing to the back, demanding she move it. Aurora lowers her head with a sigh and begins to march to the backstage area while Evans continues to lecture her.
Dan: Another exhilarating match here on tonight’s telecast, and, hey wait a minute Billy, what are you doing?
Mayne: I’m doing exactly what I came here to do.
Douglas: Sit down Billy, please.
Mayne has grabbed a microphone and is now climbing up on top of the announce table, balancing himself out on it while glaring into the ring at Rich.
Billy: Jon, hey Jon! I’m talking to you you damned has-been!
Rich barely has time to collect himself before his eyes shoot towards the angered Billy at ringside.
Dan: Someone please get security out here for Billy.
The features of Mayne are ever intense as he glares directly into the face of Jon, who glares at him oddly.
Billy: You need to listen to me Rich, since your not listening to anyone else. I think you should start paying heed to the advice of your trainer, manager, gay lover, whatever the hell he is. Because he’s right, the longer this feud between you and Desolation continues, the more innocent people are going to be hurt. You could have killed me when you landed on top of me at Breathless, when you caused my head to crack against the concrete, yet you showed no remorse for your actions. That’s not the Jon Rich I remember, that’s not the man who I recall prancing around for these ridiculously retarded fans. I cracked my head against that concrete so hard I couldn’t even remember my own name, I was going into seizures backstage for Christ sakes, my whole life flashed before my eyes and you didn’t even give a damn. I’ll never be the same after what you did to me Jon, never! Desolation has changed you Jon, he’s made you remorseless, and uncaring of who you get caught in the middle of your personal vendetta. Therefore, I implore you to think before you continue your feud with Desolation, before you dive right into this Last Man Standing match at Extinction. You need to ask yourself rather it’s really worth risking my well being, and other people’s safety as well, but my own most importantly. Although I’m amused by the prospect of watching Desolation destroy you once again, this time for good, I don’t want to get caught in the middle once more. So you need to think about this, and ask if it’s really worth it stepping into the ring with Desolation in a Last Man Standing match to fulfill some twisted sense of retribution.
Mayne throws down the microphone and drops off the announce table yet not removing his eyes from Rich, who glares at him for several moments, contemplating all he’s heard. It finally seems to be sinking into Jon’s head just how much of an impact this feud is not only having on him, but all the people around him. Just when he seems to be coming to that realization he smirks and shakes his head, moving straight towards the ropes and slipping through them as he drops to the mats. He refuses to listen to it any longer while marching up the ramp, Magnus following behind and attempting to reason with him even further, yet Jon just won’t listen.
ROLLING OUT THE RED CARPET
The smiling faces of Sallie and Krissie, collectively known as Sallie and Krissie come into the camera’s view as they loom just beyond the entrance to the arena. The lovely ladies are located side by side with large smiles on their faces, anxious for the arrival of someone as they rub at their arms and keep a careful eye out for them. Their bodies are still adorned in Halloween costumes, considering the show’s proximity to the festive season of pumpkins and sugar induced comas. Strangely Krissie is dressed in a white angel’s costume, while Sallie is wearing dark angel attire, a not to clever contrast. A long red carpet extended out beneath their feet from the entrance to the building to the outdoors parking lot, Sallie and Krissie going all out in preparation for someone’s arrival here this evening.
Krissie: Are you sure that the limo met them at the airport?
Sallie nods enthusiastically while leaning out over the edge of the carpet, glancing back and forth as she watches for the vehicle transporting their two most favorite people in the world.
Sallie: Oh yeah, I made sure it was stacked with the finest bubbly and some best of DVDs I made myself dedicated just to the Rogue Squadron. Anywho, they should be here any moment now, I made sure to pay the driver extra to ensure he got the two best wrestlers in the world here on time.
Krissie: Joy, I’m positively giddy to see them, I still can’t get enough of what they did at Breathless. That’s going to be in highlight reels for years to come.
Sallie nods enthusiastically, a wide grin sweeping across her face as she recalls Savior dragging Orlando’s already injured head down into the canvas with the diamond cutter. It brings her solace, deep, personal and endearing joy recalling those vivid, and disturbing images. It seems to have the same effect on the overly anxious Krissie, rubbing her hands together gleefully the longer she entertains these memories.
Hey ladies!
The female bosses jump a little and place their hands over their hearts while turning to face an exasperated, still sweating Helix as he marches up right behind them. He appears rather exhausted still after that intense match with Nathan Creed earlier in the evening, his judgmental eyes cutting between both women in a frantic manner. Both Krissie and Sallie almost appear rather offended that he would address them in such a manner, their repulsed features turning towards an impatient Helix, waiting to have his presence acknowledged.
Krissie: Did you just call us ladies? I think you should be using a little more decorum when addressing your bosses.
For some reason Helix just grins widely and places his hand son top of his head as if he’s losing his mind.
Helix: Do you two think I actually give a shit about the way I address you both? Of course I don’t!
Their mouths hang open in surprise over his behavior yet can’t get a word in edgewise as an obviously angered Helix shakes his finger in their faces.
Helix: Listen, I didn’t go through so many idiotic backstage lurkers looking for the two of you just to exchange wits with you bimbos, I came to make a demand. If you’re waiting on those idiots I call my brothers, Christian in particular, give them a message for me when they get here. Tell them to stop dragging me into the middle of their damned business! Tell them to stop getting me involved in their bullshit! I want nothing to do with Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed, so make sure they realize that, or else. And then let Riddick know that I want to have a word with him.
Helix backs away with a very flustered expression on his face, his chilling gaze making it very clear just how angry he is. Sallie and Krissie glance at one another and then nod their heads slowly before shrugging their shoulders, opting not to argue with Helix while their in such a wonderful mood. Finally the angered Helix re-enters the building.
Krissie: They’re related?
Sallie: I guess, I always thought they were distant cousins.
In the middle of their rambling they barely even notice a long red limo pulling up beside them. Their egocentric conversation ends at the sight of the heavily waxed and sparkling vehicle which careens to a slow stop, lights reflecting from the tinted windows. Sallie and Krissie turn to face the car with overwhelming excitement, absolutely blushing before they approach the backdoor, opening it with quickness. The excitement on their faces becomes crystal clear as they open the door and reveal Adam Riddick quickly exiting. His face is twisted with anger as he exits and glares back into the limo where Christian Savior is still seated, laughing his ass off while rewinding clips of himself hitting the Blaze of Glory on numerous opponents. Riddick looks up and jumps back a bit at the sight of Sallie and Krissie standing in front of him, slapping his palm over his heart in the process.
Adam: Jesus, there’s no getting away from you all.
Smirks form on the faces of Sallie and Krissie, confused grins unfortunately, unsure of how to react to Adam’s comment.
Riddick: Who’s genius idea was it to put those Best Of DVDs in the car? Because all the way from the airport to here, I’ve been forced to watch nothing but clips of Christian Savior promos, do you have any idea what kind of effects that has on a person’s brain?
Again the two ladies shrug their shoulders, at a complete loss for words. That’s before Christian emerges from the back of the limo, still laughing terribly hard and wiping fake tears away from his eyes. He slaps Riddick hard on the back, causing him to be jarred forward some much to his dismay.
Savior: Oh, sometimes I just really slay myself.
Christian finally notices the two ladies gathered before him.
Christian: Oh, Sallie, Krissie, how are the two loveliest bosses on the planet?
Once more butterflies quake in the stomachs of both women, definitely not above shameless flattering.
Sallie: Oh, we’re doing well, and believe me, so will the two of you tonight.
Savior: Do tell.
Sallie slides her arm around Christian’s and begins to lead him forward while Krissie tries to do the same to Adam, who just scowls downward in her direction. Therefore Krissie just puts on a playful grin and backs away slowly.
Krissie: See gentlemen, we’ve got your own private VIP room lavishly set up just for your arrival. You two will be sitting back in the lap of luxury all night long.
A large smirk is present on Savior’s face, nodding his head in enjoyment over the fact that he will be treated like a God this evening. Again Riddick finds himself much less enthused than his brother while moving towards the arena with disgust clear in his eyes.
Adam: I don’t suppose that during all this decorating either of you took the time to find out what AWOL’s big announcement concerning the two of us is going to be?
For a moment Sallie and Krissie pause, blinking sporadically in an attempt to figure out how to answer this question in a way that won’t make them appear incompetent.
Riddick: Why am I not surprised?
Christian: Just relax Adam, I’m sure our bosses are more than smart enough to be prepared to veto anything AWOL might try to stick us into without theirs, or our agreement.
The confidence isn’t shared on Riddick’s part, nowhere near as sure of the capabilities of their female bosses as his brother is. Yet he still marches along beside Riddick as they’re dragged towards the arena, where their own private dressing quarters await.
Savior: Something tells me that this is going to be a fun night.
Riddick: Let’s hope not.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
PROTEST
Re-hire Too Mag, re-hire Too Mag, re-hire Too Mag!
The camera has settled on Too Magnificent holding up a large picket sign with his name scribbled across the surface of it. He moves in concentric circles out in front of the arena, thrusting the sign above his shoulder repeatedly as he stages his protest. Unfortunately he’s the only person standing just in front of the entrance to the enclosed parking facility, no fans even gathered around watching. He’s completely by himself as he lobbies for re-employment, getting out of breath in the process. The first ever Livewire Champion finally stops and reaches into his pocket, removing a small canteen which he takes a swig from. As soon as the contents hits his throat he finds himself gagging slightly, his entire face tensing up. After shaking his head he returns to normal and slides the alcohol back into his blue jeans pocket, about to commence his protest once again. Finally he looks about his vacant surroundings, slowly coming to a realization.
Too Magnificent: Hmm, why isn’t this working? How come I can’t rally people to my cause. Ah!
He snaps his fingers as if coming up with a blockbuster concept.
Too Magnificent: I just need to come up with a snazzier slogan to really get people behind my movement. That’s genius!
Choosing to ad-live Too Magnificent begins to thrust the sign high into the air and shout his new slogan aloud.
Too Mag: We’re here, we’re Too Mag, we’ll work for food and trash cans….wait, that doesn’t sound very good.
He slowly lowers the sign and begins to scratch at the back of his head, deeply perplexed, trying to come up with something that would be truly genius. That’s when a loud horn is heard, blasting out the tune of La Cucha Munga and causing Too Magnificent to lunge backwards out of the path that leads to the entrance of the building. A low rider pulls into the camera’s frame, all decked out with Mexican flag decals, and featuring a drawing of the Taco Bell dog across the hood. Too Mag looks upon the vehicle in wonder as it slowly pulls to a stop in front of him, none other than El Magnifico positioned in the front seat. Although there seems to be something odd about El Mag, his head seems much tinier and his shoulders much more puny than they were in his match at Breathless. Too Magnificent eagerly rushes forward and bends down, looking into the vehicle with wide, child like eyes.
Too Magnificent: Oh my God, it’s El Magnifico, I’m a huge fan of yours sir. I idolize you, I worship the ground you levitate above. I’ve got to get your autograph.
El Magnifico nods in a stilted manner while thrusting his fists against the sides of his protruding gut.
El Magnifico: Si senor.
The Mexican hero nods his head and pops open his car door, beginning to step out as an excited Too Magnificent backs away with his hands cupped together joyfully. Unfortunately, things don’t go as he had planned and regret momentarily sets into his face as he watches El Magnifico’s tiny little legs dangle over the edge of the seat. It’s revealed that he’s perched on top of several phone books in order to reach the steering wheel. Apparently El Magnifico was thrown into a washer or something, because he’s shrunk several sizes since the last time he competed at Breathless, becoming the size of a midget. He removes a small sheet of paper from his side pocket and begins to scribble his name on it while Too Magnificent looks around in a rather embarrassed manner, mumbling something under his breath.
Too Magnificent: I’ve really got to stop drinking before I hire actors.
The great El Magnifico extends the paper out in Too Mag’s direction as he forces a smile and takes the autograph from him.
El Magnifico: Adios senor.
Too Magnificent thinks for a moment then smiles widely and extends a thumb upward.
Too Magnificent: Mucho gusto!
El Mag looks blankly through the slots of a mask that is way too big for his head before shaking his cranium back and forth in a state of disgust. He spins his tiny little frame around and takes hold of the wheel while slipping his legs into the stirrups which operate the peddles, then accelerating off into the inside of the parking structure. Too Magnificent watches all of this with a wide grin, amazed that he got El Mag’s autograph. His eyes turn towards it slowly, overlooking the small sheet of paper with tremendous amusement.
Too Magnificent: E-Bay here you come!
He plants a big smooch on the paper then returns to his protest.
RIVER ANGELUS & SHAWN LOGAN VS. PSYCHO & CHAPEL
Dan: Hahaha, Too Magnificent meeting up with his idle, El Magnifico in the parking lot apparently.
Mayne: Can the human body just shrink like that at any given time?
Douglas: Stranger things have happened, like you popping up here tonight. How can you over-dramatize what Jon Rich did to you at Breathless, which wasn’t his fault alone mind you, yet still be sitting here the picture of health?
Billy: It’s taking all my strength to sit here conscious long enough to get through this telecast Dan. Plus I need the extra income to afford all the porn I bought on pay-per-view.
Dan: The truth at last.
The song “Payback” begins to play while the lights around the whole arena begin to flicker on and off. The crowd begins to cheer and boo with similar velocity. River is seen coming out from behind the curtain with the massive Shawn Logan following behind. Both men walk down the isle while talking to people on their way down in a sorta polite and distant way while others boo at both individuals. River makes his way to the ring and slides under the bottom rope and stands in the middle of the ring with the old fashion Angelus smirk. On the other hand Logan is shaking his head rather apathetically towards the crowd, not really having any desire to be here whatsoever.
Douglas: The tag team match up pitting Angelus and Logan vs. Chapel and Psycho is moments away from starting Billy, and as you can see these two have much different outlooks on the impending match.
Mayne: Who cares about what their outlooks are, their paid to perform and that’s what they should concentrate on first and foremost. I’m tired of people not doing what they’re suppose to, just like Jon Rich when he physically accosted me at the pay-per-view, just like these fans dressed up in costumes around the ring for some reason. Hell, even your doing it Dan, what the hell are you suppose to be?
Mayne: You know, Gandalf, from the book.
Dan: I never read Tom Sawyer.
Angelus is pivoting between feet and punching Logan’s outstretched palms while he yawns in an already tired state. The lights go dim and suddenly red lights begin to flash and light the staging area. The speakers throughout the arena come to life and the scream of ‘REACH OUT AND TOUCH FAITH!!!’ is heard as “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson begins to play as fire rises around the entranceway. A massive form is seen shrouded in darkness standing behind the flames. As the song hits the hard, echoing chorus for the first time, Chapel walks through the fire and out to the aisle, with the flames lighting his sparkling Cartel Championship. The massive zealot walks to the ring, his head covered in a black hood and a black trench coat covering his body. He walks up to the side of the ring and stands outside the ropes. The hardcore titan steps into the ring and stands in the center. He slowly removes his coat and tosses it to the side and finally rips off his hood and tosses that to the side as well, revealing his black and white War Angel shirt. With red light filling the ring, Chapel stretches out his arms and lifts up his head looking to the sky. With the lights dying down and his music fading out, Chapel stands in the ring and blesses himself with his taped fists, ready to battle. Angelus and Logan are standing in an opposite corner, discussing their gameplan but Logan doesn’t like what he’s hearing whatsoever, becoming rather flabbergasted. All the while the flaming orbs that are Chapel’s eyes lock on both his impending opponents.
Mayne: Hahaha, awww, poor little Chapel, he looks all pissed off about screwing himself out of the World title at Breathless.
Douglas: How do you figure?
Billy: Well, it’s obvious isn’t it? He was getting in trouble against Hurse, therefore he had Evans run out and hit the Champion with the chain to get himself intentionally disqualified.
Dan: That doesn’t make the slightest bit of sense whatsoever, especially considering what just went down at the start of tonight’s telecast.
Mayne: It makes sense if I say it does.
The Cartel Champion removes his Cartel title and throws it to the official carelessly, the same belt he’ll now have to defend in a triple threat match at Extinction. The arena lights dim, the stage slowly fills with smoke, the constant banging of the drum's echoes throughout the arena shortly followed by the guitar as the song heats up and gets faster. Blood For Blood by Machine Head finally starts to kick in as The shadow lurks in the smoke, a huge ball of ball spirals up from the rampway and Psycho emerges from the smoke. A hooded sleeveless jacket covers his torso and the hood up... He walks menacingly down to the ring with an icy cold glare in his eyes. The fire now ignites all the way down the ramp as he walks down the fiery corridor towards the ring. He slides into the ring underneath the ropes and de-robes himself, he throws the garment over the ropes to the outside and crouches down in the corner and grasps his hands together and waits...
Douglas: The second of the two monsters competing in this match is now here, and one who is equally as miffed, especially by what transpired at Breathless. Of course we’ve learned that at Extinction, he will get a second opportunity to exact what he believes to be vengeance against that poor Robin Brooks.
Mayne: She’s not poor, she’s a jezebel, and I’d say that more often, but then I’d start having to brew my own barbeque sauce, and start wearing an oversized cowboy hat.
Starting off in the ring is the grinning, charismatic River Angelus and the overtly intense Chapel, who eye’s have become brazen with hatred. It’s clear that after all that has transpired these past few weeks that he’s out to dish out some extreme physical punishment on whomever should cross his path.
Dan: Chapel and Angelus starting out the match, which makes sense after what transpired at Breathless when River was going to try and stand up to the War Angel only to flee the ring at the last second.
Mayne: There will be no fleeing tonight. But if he did, I doubt Chapel would be able to catch up with him, he’s a pretty chunky individual.
Chapel steps towards River who puts his thumb in his mouth and sucks on it to expand his chest out, walking forward like he’s a roided up freak now. The War Angel rolls his eyes, clearly not amused by River’s antics before he plants his feet and lifts his arm slowly into the air. To the shock of everyone River actually appears to be challenging Chapel to an arm wrestling contest even though he’s dwarfed in size completely. Chapel places his hand to his jaw, rubbing at it in contemplation before he nods and then swings his fist directly at Angelus’ head. River ducks it, then ducks under another large heaving fist flying at his cranium. He stands up as Chapel moves forward with a lariat directed at his head, only to have Angelus duck it, getting behind his back. Chapel turns and goes for a back elbow when River side steps it, avoiding all his strikes. Angelus steps in front of Chapel and pretends to be holding out a blanket, playing the part of a matador. The furious Chapel steps forward with boot at his head that Angelus rolls under, getting right onto his feet while extending his arms out to his sides.
River: Olay!
A loud collection of cheers and laughter is heard from the fans while Chapel turns to face River’s back, stepping forward and catching him around the arms while he was unaware. Chapel hoists River into the air for a full nelson slam when he twists around in mid-air, avoiding it and landing on his feet behind the increasingly upset War Angelus.
Angelus: I’m untouchable baby!!
Angelus charges forward right at Chapel as he turns to face him, reaching out for his cranium. Just as he does, River drops down into a baseball slide across his back, going between the legs of the King of Monsters who suddenly reaches down and catches him around his neck. River’s eyes open widely before Chapel drops back and dead lifts his light opponent right off the canvas, throwing him directly over his head as he comes down on his back. The fans are stunned as Angelus catches tremendous height, flipping through the air then coming down spine first directly into the canvas with a overhead double handed choke suplex. Angelus arches his back from the canvas, roaring at the top of his lungs while his eyes bug from his skull, unable to believe the pain coursing through his frame.
Dan: Good God River was just killed! I think Angelus just learned a lesson you need to as well Billy, when you get too confident, you suffer for the consequences.
Billy: Hey, unlike River my confidence is well deserved. I mean, have you seen my naked posterior, smoother than a baby’s bottom, I’ll give you the link to my webcam so you can check it out.
Douglas: Thanks, I haven’t wanted to gouge my eyes out with a coat hanger in a few weeks.
Mayne: Glad I could be helpful.
River is rolling around the canvas, really feeling the pain from that last devastating move, ending up just a few inches removed from Logan, who promptly makes the tag. Shawn steps over the cables, immediately making his way towards Chapel, their sizes relatively similar. The crowd starts to cheer at the size of both huge individuals now standing mono a mono as Chapel immediately begins to motion towards the ropes, insisting that Shawn show what he’s made of. Logan grinds then nods before charging into the cables at Chapel’s side, bouncing off then coming back in with a bruising shoulder block. The strike causes the Cartel Champion to stagger backwards but not to be taken off of his feet before his eyes cloud with dementia. Logan begins to feel self conscious over the fact that he couldn’t overpower Chapel, now motioning for him to go for the shoulder block. A smirk comes to the otherwise infuriated face of Chapel, nodding his head then charging into the cables at the side of Logan. He bounces off and comes back in with a shoulder block at Logan who drops down to his chest and stomach at the last second to avoid it. Chapel is forced to jump over him and continue across the ring into the opposite cables, bouncing off of them and coming back in at the quick Logan. Surprisingly the giant Shawn leap frogs Chapel, who ducks under him and continues into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in at Logan who spins around and receives a brutal shoulder block that causes him to stagger in reverse, flailing his arms to keep himself upright but doing just that, remaining on his feet. The War Angel now bolts forward then delivers a lariat directly to Logan’s throat, taking him down hard to the canvas across his spine. Chapel reaches down, taking hold of Logan’s hair then forcing him up to his knees. Almost immediately Shawn throws a forearm into the War Angel’s gut, causing him to double over. The quick Logan stands up and delivers a hard European Uppercut directly to the monster’s jaw.
Chapel is stumbled by the strike to his cranium while Logan boots him to the gut, doubling him over. With Chapel bent down, Logan rushes into the cables at his side, setting up for something big as he bounces off of them. The big lumbers back towards the Cartel title holder who suddenly turns and catches hold of his large opponent, spinning him around into a hard swinging powerslam. Logan’s body is driven with tremendous force against the canvas while Chapel buries his elbow into his face, going for the pinfall.
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Shawn gets his shoulder from the canvas as Chapel stands up behind him and drops a quick knee into the back of his head. The beat stands and approaches Psycho who looks rather apathetic yet extends his hand out over the canvas. Chapel slaps it as the sadistic savage enters the ring, moving towards Shawn has rolled to his knees, trying to stand up. Before he can reach his feet Psycho delivers a hard clubbing blow over his upper back, then connects with a forearm to the side of his face. Each blow is stiff and violent while Psycho takes Logan around the jaw, leading him to his feet then spinning around into a hard punch right to his jaw. The blow staggers him yet he shakes his head, trying to fight off the effects of these blows when Psycho kicks him to the gut, placing him in a front chancery. He is setting up for a vertical suplex when Logan pushes him off surprisingly, sending him stumbling backwards into the ropes and bouncing off. He comes back in at Logan who turns and catches Psycho under his arm, hoisting him into the air then dropping him straight into the canvas with a hard side buster slam. He rolls away from Psycho and rushes to his feet before promptly charging into the cables, bouncing off them then jumping into the air. He soars through it and comes down head first directly into the canvas, missing his head bunt on Psycho who rolled out of the way in the nick of time. Psycho reaches his feet before quickly charging forward with a boot directly to the side of Shawn’s head, knocking him onto his back as a result.
Douglas: Psycho scoring with some hard hitting offense in this match thus far, really fired up as you can see, perhaps setting himself up for that blockbuster tag match at Extinction.
Mayne: If he doesn’t get rid of Robin Brooks this time, he should never show his face in a wrestling ring again. I’d say he’s picturing Robin’s head on Shawn’s body but that thought just makes me sick.
Shawn rolls immediately to his knees and starts to stand up when Psycho moves in, connecting with a forearm strike tohis face, followed by another hard hitting shot. He twists and goes for a spinning back fist only to have Shawn duck it at the last second and bury his shoulder directly to Psycho’s gut. The slightly motivated Logan shoves Psycho across the ring, powering him back first into the corner with force then backing up. He now rushes forward for a big splash only to have Psycho get his foot up. Unfortunately for him Logan catches his leg around the ankles and begins to shake his head before pushing down on the foot and stepping in with a lariat. Psycho ducks under it though and causes Shawn to spin around with his back hitting the corner, allowing the Sadistic One to step in front of him, delivering a sensational chop right across his sternum. A woo is heard from the collective crowd as Shawn covers his sternum and steps out of the corner, Psycho moving up behind him with a hard clubbing blow directly across his upper back. The grazing shot staggers him forward even further until Psycho grabs him by the shoulder and backs him against the ropes, whipping him across the ring. Shawn surprisingly turns and counters it, instead sending his large opponent into the opposite ropes. Psycho bounces off of them and comes back in when Logan steps forward with an attempted lariat that his opposition ducks under, continuing across the ring. As Psycho comes back in Shawn jumps into the air and spins around with a huge twisting back elbow that shocks the fans, amazed by the big man’s agility. Psycho is knocked to the canvas with force while Logan lands on his knees beside him, slapping his massive sternum with both hands.
The energized Logan takes Psycho by the hair, forcing him up to his seat then stepping up behind him with a hard kick directly to the back of his head. The Sadistic One covers his cranium from the blow while Shawn takes hold of his hair, forcing him to his feet then backing towards his corner, he reaches out, making the tag directly to Angelus. River motions for Psycho to be backed to the middle of the ring, which Logan does before locking on an abdominal stretch. The very quick, sudden, and deadly Angelus slides into the ring then charges across and connecting with a running front dropkick to the face of Psycho while he was trapped in this submission predicament. After delivering the dangerously vicious front dropkick Logan spins Psycho around, placing him in a front chancery then hoisting him into the air. He holds him upside down and then drags his portly opponent skull first into the canvas with a brainbuster. The body of Psycho connects with particular viciousness against the ring, sitting up and wrapping his arms around his neck as a result. Just as he gets to that seated position though, River comes charging in and delivers a vicious shining wizard right to his face. The collision knocks him onto his back as Angelus gets to his knees and takes a bow then goes into the cover.
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Everyone reacts with praise as Psycho shoots his shoulder from the canvas, turning away from a rather surprised Angelus. River gets to a knee and then reaches into his pocket, removing a five dollar bill.
River: Just say that I got the win and this is all yours.
Official Ingelson shakes his head, refusing to take the bribe from him as Angelus allows his frustration to become clear on his nimble frame.
Mayne: River doing the smart thing, attempting to bribe the official, but these referee’s are too ignorant to accept free money.
Douglas: Not everyone is as eager to sell out their profession as you are Billy. But Shawn Logan and River Angelus just displayed a lot of cohesiveness by stringing together a series of brutal maneuvers there.
Billy: At the very least they’re proving that they’re a competent tag team at least.
River steps over Psycho’s face and places his boot directly to his skull. He pushes down on his knee, scraping the heel of his boot right across the face of his opponent, Psycho sitting up and rubbing at his burnt features. As soon as he does this Angelus steps up behind him and wraps his small arms around the large neck of his opponent. Psycho sits there grimacing in anger while River rips and tears at his neck with all the strength his toothpick like arms can apply. However, Psycho will not stay down for long, already beginning to force his way to his feet with River trying his best to maintain the submission, his eyes widening as he’s lifted into the air. He hangs from Psycho’s back as the monstrous apparition reaches his feet, River hanging from around his neck and now trying to wrap his legs around his waist. To a loud collection of cheers Psycho runs forward and jumps into the air, dropping backwards right on top of Angelus, who he drives spine first into the canvas. Angelus arches his back, roaring in anguish while Psycho remains on top of him, exasperated after all those blows to the cranium he just received. The eager War Angel has him arm extended as far outward as possible, hoping for a tag into this bout, really wanting to get in there and do some damage.
The crowd is clapping for Psycho as he slowly rolls onto his elbows and knees, attempting to force himself to his feet but finding it difficult after so many strikes to his cranium. He gets to one knee and now dives across the ring, slapping the outstretched palm of the War Angel, who quickly slides through the ropes into the ring. He steps towards River who just reached his feet and delivers a hard punch directly to his face. River is taken down to the canvas hard while Chapel turns towards Shawn who came rushing into the ring. His boot connects right with the face of Logan, knocking him backwards into the ropes, which he bounces off of and comes rushing back in. Chapel bends forward, catching him by the leg and hoisting him into the air then dropping back into a brutal flapjack that slams him hard against the canvas. Shawn bounces from the ring and rolls over onto his back while Chapel rises to his feet, turning towards River who comes charging in only to be caught against the shoulder of the Cartel Champion. Chapel throws River up into the air with a back drop, Angelus catching tremendous height as his body twists around then comes crashing down devastatingly into the canvas.
Douglas: Chapel is a house on fire in this match now.
Mayne: Isn’t it blasphemous to burn down churches?
Both Angelus and Logan rise to their feet very sluggishly, their bodies aching due to all this hard hitting, fast paced offense thus far. As soon as they both stand up, Chapel comes charging in with a double lariat. His arm connects with Logan’s throat, taking him down, but Angelus was short enough to duck it. Chapel staggers forward then spins around as Angelus jumps into the air, flipping over backwards with the Pele kick directly to the sternum of his massive opponent. Chapel is taken down nevertheless by the hard hitting kick while Psycho re-enters the ring. His large frame charges at River and catchers him around the shoulder, spinning him around then placing his hands to his chest and stomach. He hoists him into the air with a gorilla press only for Angelus to reach down and gouge the eyes of his large opponent. He slips off his palms and lands on his feet behind Psycho’s back, rushing into the cables with cat like quickness. The speedy Angelus bounces from the cables, charging at Psycho who goes for a back elbow to his face, only to have his opponent duck it at the last second. River rushes into the ropes in front of Psycho and then steps up them to the top cable, springing off as he transitions in mid-air for a big Falling Angel lariat. Psycho steps forward and catches River in mid-flight though, holding him across his chest in a fallaway slam position. He throws River into the air, catching him on his shoulders then dropping down into a vicious sit-out powerbomb. The body of Angelus contorts upon impact while flipping up off the canvas, the crowd putting their hands together at the sight of this hard hitting offense.
Billy: Ouch!
Douglas: What a powerbomb by Psycho! This match didn’t take very long before it became completely unglued did it?
Billy: Well understandably, Chapel and Psycho have to be very upset after their hilariously disastrous performances at Breathless.
Shawn has rolled to the outside of the ring, still holding his throat after that lariat before Psycho spots him on the outside of the ring. He stands then charges across the squared circle before diving through the ropes into a huge suicide diving headbunt that takes Logan off of his feet and sends the crowd into a fury. Both Logan and Psycho crash into the mats on the outside of the ring while the Sadistic Savage jumps to his feet, unleashing a loud, primal roar. He steps quickly towards Logan, who is trying to force himself to his feet only to be blasted over the back with a forearm strike. Inside of the ring Angelus has reached his feet as well, staggering around while gripping at his back. He finds his way stepping towards the ropes though, grabbing the top one and unexpectedly jumping into the air, twisting around so that he lands on the cable backwards. The fans react with astonishment as River flips through the air with a moonsault that sends him crashing down on top of both Psycho and his own partner. All three men spill to the outside mats with force while everyone in the building is putting their hands together.
Douglas: WOW! Unbelievable, what a diving move from Angelus that has taken everyone out in this match!
Mayne: Everyone taking to flight in this….oh no….oh no!
Inside the ring Chapel is standing and jumping in place, getting himself prepared for something huge, some type of highly risky move. Psycho, Logan and Angelus are struggling to their feet outside the ring when Chapel comes barreling across it, diving over the top rope. Everyone in the arena stands in shock as Chapel soars over the top rope and then comes crashing down on top of everyone on the outside of the ring with the force of a crashing 747. All four men spill to the outside mats with the fans standing and starting a “holy shit” chant at the top of their lungs.
Billy: Oh my God! Chapel just killed everyone!!
Douglas: Chapel doing something we’re not accustom to seeing from him and going high risk by diving right over those cables onto his opponents as well as his partner!
Mayhne: That was the equivalent of the Goodyear blimp crashing into a meager collection of houses.
The fans are still going nuts over that last move while Chapel forces himself to his feet on the outside of the ring, the Cartel Champion spinning in circles as he roars towards the screaming crowd. All of them are putting their hands together for him as Chapel turns his attention to Logan who is using the apron to force himself to his feet. Chapel steps in when Logan reaches out, catching him around the neck then dropping back with a modified downward spiral that plants his large opponent face first against the apron. A groan comes from the fans as Chapel’s face bounces with force from the hard portion of the ring then follows the rest of his body crashing down to the outside mats. Just as Shawn starts to stand up Psycho rushes forward, delivering repeated forearm strikes directly to his face. The shots back Logan up until he reaches out and grabs the front of his opponent’s attire, dragging him down face first directly into the exposed turnbuckle post. He bashes off then turns, crashing onto his back upon the outside mats.
Somehow River has managed to turn his excessively larger opponent to his knees, dragging him up to his feet. Shawn steps up behind him and delivers a clubbing blow over his upper back as both men now roll him under the cables to the inside of the ring, pressing their advantage. Chapel rolls to the center of the ring, stretched out across his back while Logan turns his spine to face the ring. He bends forward, cupping his hands while River charges forward, stepping on top of them and then being launched into the air by his partner. The agile Angelus lands feet first on the top rope, springing off of them into a shooting star press which he connects with on the sternum of Chapel. The fans react with a loud outcry of cheers, shocked by the sheer agility of Angelus, who promptly hooks his opponent’s leg.
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The Cartel Champion shoots his shoulder from the canvas, a shocked River turning away from him onto his seat.
Mayne: How agile is River Angelus? I swear the guy has no bones whatsoever. I’ve decided it’s official now, Angelus is a jellyfish.
Douglas: River probably wouldn’t argue against you on that one, especially after he defied gravity with that last move.
Shawn steps up onto the apron, about to enter the ring and assist his partner when Psycho grabs him by the ankle. Logan looks down before he’s dragged off the apron, landing right on top of Psycho’s shoulder who promptly drops him to the mats with a spinebuster. Shawn’s eyes bug out of his skull as his back hits the mats with such incredible force. Psycho reaches his feet then slips into the ring while River is stomping away at Chapel, the big man trying to get up as he’s hit with blow after blow. Angelus’ back is still turned towards Psycho, unaware that he is setting up behind him and placing him in the cobra clutch. River’s eyes open widely as Psycho drops back with a release Psychotic Episode only to have Angelus flip out of it, landing directly on his feet. Angelus instinctively rushes backwards into the cables, bouncing off of them then coming back in at Psycho who stands then bends forward. He places his hands to River’s thighs, throwing him over his head directly at Chapel, who catches Angelus on top of his shoulders in a powerbomb position. He pushes River over his head though and catches him by the arms before twisting him around out of the crucifix position into a DDT, connecting with the Apocalypse to a huge reaction from the fans.
Douglas: What a counter into the Apocalypse on Angelus!!
Mayne: His head hit that ring with more force than my skull connecting with that concrete at Breathless.
Dan: Your starting to beat a dead horse here Billy.
Before Chapel can go for the pin, rising to his knees and starting to crawl towards the down Angelus, Psycho buts in, dropping down on top of River. He hooks his leg with Chapel watching on a little jaded that Psycho is taking the pinfall.
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The fans cheer loudly as Psycho and Chapel have just picked up a huge win in this match, rebounding from their losses at the pay-per-view.
Douglas: And Psycho and Chapel have done it, they’ve defeated the combined duo of Logan and Angelus in what was a chaotic tag team bout.
Mayne: As if Logan, or Angelus even stood a chance in the first place, they were the equivalent of seat fillers. But it pains me tremendously to see Chapel or Psycho get a win, it gives them underserved confidence.
Psycho rises to his knees with his arms lifted aloft in victory while Chapel scowls in his direction, not pleased with what he’s seeing whatsoever.
A CELEBRATION OF SORTS
The fans react with pure repulsion at the sight of Christian Savior seated in a big comfortable chair, enjoying a collection of various cheeses. A silver serving dish is clutched in his hand as he grabs the toothpicks the minature cheese cubes are mounted on and eagerly lifts them to his mouth, growling with delight in the process. The camera pans out slowly to reveal the large dressing room, complete with leather recliners, like the one he’s seated in, as well as a fully stocked bar and a huge plasma screen television mounted on the wall before him. All of these tremendous accommodations appear wasted on a highly disgusted Adam Riddick, watching his brother stuffing his face full of cheese.
Riddick: Savior, don’t you realize how gassy all that cheese is going to make you?
For a second Christian becomes deadly silent, blinking his eyes repeatedly and finally looking up from the scrumptious cheese. He debates rather its worth it or not then finally shrugs his shoulder and begins to eat the cheese once more. The only thing left for Riddick to do is to rub at his eyes with the side of his fists and throw himself back first into his white recliner with a sigh. That’s when a shadow is cast over them both, the lovely Sallie and Krissie marching into the camera’s view arm in arm, smiles draped over their faces. Their deceitful eyes stare down at the Rogue Squadron; Riddick staring up at them rather impatiently, yet Savior continues to devour his cheese like a small rodent with pointed ears.
Sallie: Are you two enjoying yourself?
Riddick pulls his palms away from his eyes and scowls in their general direction, uttering the next words with as much anger and sarcasm as possible.
Adam: Oh yeah, we’re just dandy!!
Krissie: Fantastic, glad to hear, and your night of surprises aren’t over yet.
An insidious grin settles on Krissie’s devilish face while Christian looks up from his cheese long enough to finally acknowledge their presence.
Savior: Great, I think our inhuman efforts last night certainly deserve as much.
Krissie: Indeed, although it doesn’t take much to put away Nathan or Orlando now does it? It probably be harder to make toast than it would be to defeat the two of those perverts.
A general chuckle goes up from those collected, with the exception of Riddick who is rubbing at the mass of flesh between his eyes in great agitation.
Sallie: Enough jokes about Orlando and Nathan, although there are like thousands of them at our disposal. Because we don’t want our next surprise to have to wait any longer that he already has.
Adam: Oh God, this can only go down hill from here.
Everyone pretends they didn’t just hear Adam as Sallie continues to embellish on her surprise.
Sallie: I don’t know if you boys have been reading the website and such with all those annoying little stories posted by Billy Mayne, but one thing he did report was true. I’ve kind of bonded with my next surprise for the two of you, since both of our goals in life appear to be the complete and utter ruination of Orlando Cruze’s career.
Savior: I like him already.
Sallie: I thought you would. Therefore, I’m pleased to introduce you to the IWC World Heavyweight Champion, Hurse!
Riddick sinks further into his chair, his eyes clouded with dismay. Sallie and Krissie both turn and begin to clap in the direction of the Champion himself, a smiling Hurse strolling into the dressing room with a “Wal-Mart” back hanging from his grasp. Besides being clothed in a Phantom of the Opera mask and cape he also wears an endearing smile plastered on his arrogant features, moving towards Riddick and Savior, as well as the clapping bosses he’s built quite a bond with. Savior gives Hurse a cold eye before rising to his feet, and fixing his wrestling attire slightly for the impending match. His eyes scan the Champion in a crude manner while Riddick doesn’t even bother to get up and properly greet him.
Sallie: Christian, Hurse, Hurse, Christian. Adam, Hurse, Hurse, Adam…
She properly introduces them to each other as Hurse eagerly outstretches his hand, Savior glancing down at it for a second. Although tentative he puts on as fake of a smile as Hurse is wearing and begins to reciprocate the friendly gesture.
Christian: Um nice to uhhh meet you.
Christian is unsure of how he should react to coming face to face with a man he wants to get in that ring for the title sooner rather than later, yet he responds with kindness, for now. Hurse turns towards Riddick, extending his hand outward again only for Riddick to stare up at him with complete and utter dread.
Riddick: Charmed.
For a moment Hurse keeps his hand outstretched, looking for a shake but sadly realizes he shan’t receive one, awkwardly lowering it to his side.
Hurse: Gentlemen, neither of you have any idea how long I’ve been wanting to meet with you.
Adam: Yeah, and I can think of a few reasons we’d want to meet you with too.
Adam’s eyes gravitate to the brightly shining World title belt draped upon Hurse’s shoulder, giving the Champion an uncomfortable feeling.
Savior: So to what do we owe the honor of your visit, Champ? Why suddenly have you taken it upon yourself to do this proper introduction?
Unbeknownst to Hurse, Christian has slipped the stolen X-Class title belt over his shoulder, trying to do so slyly so that he didn’t notice.
Hurse: Well, I assure you it has absolutely nothing to do with the fact that the Rogue Squadron and the Alpha Generation are facing each other tonight in a series of singles matches. The reason I haven’t been around to meet with you guys properly before, is because I didn’t want to interact with a couple of losers. My time is way too valuable to be associating with any flash in the pan, big name who comes through the door then strolls right back out it the next month. But at Breathless, when you two defeated Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed, and humiliated them as well, it made me realize you two are here to stay, and that you are winners! Just like me, and to a lesser extent Robin Brooks.
Neither Riddick nor Savior can argue with that, kind of stuttered for words at the moment.
Christian: You have no idea how much your respect means to Adam and I, so thank you.
His words dripped with sarcasm. Sarcasm wasted on the smiling Champion.
Hurse: Excellent, because believe it or not, my respect actually counts for something around here, being the Champion and all. But I didn’t come back here just to toot my own horn, and believe me I can toot it all day, I’m very tootable. I also want to cement the bond of friendship between our two stables, bridge the gap sort of speak, all that hands across the nation type of stuff. I think this company is big enough for two dominant stables right? Especially two stables who can see eye to eye with one another.
Christian grins, again sarcastically, while Riddick just buries his face in his palm.
Hurse: Believe me, I don’t want to step on your guys’ toes, that’s not my style. Besides, I rather enjoy what you guys have been doing to Orlando, both physically and mentally. Plus Sallie has faith in you both that you’ll finally end the Orlando peril that has been scaring the face of this company for far too long. So again, I just want it to make it known that the Alpha Generation is willing to have the backs of Rogue Squadron, and will stand aside laughing our asses off as the two of you put Orlando, and that tooth decayed Creed in their places. And as a sign of good faith on my part, I’ve brought some gifts from myself and on behalf of Desolation, just he doesn’t know about them.
Savior and Riddick try to find a clock to discover how much of their lives have been wasted listening to Hurse’s shameless attempt to cover his own ass. He eagerly reaches into his bag and now removes two articles of clothing.
Hurse: Here you go, your very own autographed Alpha Generation t-shirts!
The t-shirts keep being thrust out in Savior’s direction, causing him to sigh as his eyes roll. He forces a smile to his face though and takes the shirt, overlooking the emblem of the Alpha Generation on the chest. Sallie and Krissie watch on smiling widely, enjoying the sight of this friendliness between both respective teams. The other shirt is tossed to Riddick who plucks it out of the air in disdain, not even bothering to look at it before he throws it onto the couch beside him. Savior at least feigns interest by overlooking the shirt.
Hurse: As you can see, it’s signed by both myself and Desolation, only I forged his. Now I wish I could remain back here and chat but I’m afraid I must be ready for our match tonight, which should go down smoothly I imagine. Right Riddick?
Adam takes his face away from his hand and puts on a diabolical grin, yet Hurse fails to read between the lines.
Hurse: I’ll see the two of you soon. Hey, maybe we can even get together after the show guys, go bowling or something.
Christian: Oh drats, I’m afraid I don’t like to wear other people’s shoes, sorry.
Although taken aback, unable to believe someone wouldn’t take up the offer to hang out with the World Champion, Hurse puts up a false grin and steps away slowly. Before he can exit his attention turns towards Sallie, motioning for her to come over quickly. She smiles widely and nods towards the Rogue Squadron before stepping towards Hurse, making sure that they are both out of range for Savior and Riddick to hear them.
Sallie: What’s going on?
Hurse tries to speak softly while glancing over her shoulder at both Riddick and Savior.
Hurse: Where did you find these guys; at a Salvation Army? Because that’s where I get my clothes and I’ve never seen them there before.
Sallie: Don’t worry about them, they’ve more than lived up to their expectations, and besides, have you seen the living hell they’ve made Orlando’s life?
The thought of Cruze’s torment so amuses the Champion.
Hurse: How could I possibly turn away from the opportunity to watch Orlando suffer? But what would really turn the screws to him, is if we let him in on what you’ve been keeping buried about his past for so long. Open the can of worms, let the cat out of the bag, although that sounds like animal abuse, let the whole world know his deepest, darkest, secret.
Sallie: It’ll happen Steven, but not until I’m ready, not until he’s suffered enough physically. Now you better get ready for your match, I’m sure Riddick will play nicely tonight.
Hurse smirks and nods his head while making his way towards the door.
Hurse: I’m counting on you to make sure he does.
The Champion vacates the dressing room while the camera zooms in on the plotting, manipulative face of the lovely Sallie.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
EL MAGNIFICO VS. ROBIN BROOKS
Sparklers begin to shoot from both sides of the stage as “Rumor” by Lindsey Lohan hits the PA system, sending the fans into a crazed, uncontrollable state. It seems that the majority of the hate that rested on Robin Brooks for her actions at Born Again has almost been forgiven or forgotten, judging by the reaction from the highly enthused fans. The Black Widow now steps through the curtains, the X-Class Champion throwing shadow punches and doing some karate style movements while moving down the rampway, still dressed in her fairy wings. She then steps and points out over the excited fans, who are really energized by the arrival of the X-Class title holder, even though her championship may be in the clutches of another individual. Although she does all this fanfare and tries to pump up the crowd, there seems to be something wrong with her deep down inside, perhaps very troubled by the impending pay-per-view, where her heart will be strained as its pulled in numerous contrasting directions. She tries not to think about that tag match announced earlier in the night for Extinction and just rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring.
Mayne: See, why can’t this woman be working on bridging the divide between different factions like Hurse was just doing backstage. But nooo, the only thing Robin is good at is destroying stables, ripping them apart at their very seams. She’s a Albatross Dan, an albatross, just without wings, or feathers; okay she’s not an albatross, but she does weigh people down.
Douglas: I have no idea why you just keep speaking and making yourself sound stupider and stupider the longer you go.
Mayne: I don’t give up easily.
Dan: Unfortunately I’m well aware of that fact. But Robin looks motivated albeit a bit distracted tonight. Just when she thought she had put her former stable-mate Psycho in her past, now she’s not only got to face him again at Extinction, but her ex-boyfriend as well.
Billy: She got herself into this situation and nobody else.
Robin marches back and forth, rolling her neck and throwing some more punches in preparation for the in ring action when the Mexican National Anthem again begins to play over the PA system. An explosion of cheers commences from the crowd, popping loudly as a low-rider now emerges through the curtains. It’s the same vehicle that was seen being driven into the arena by El Magnifico earlier in the night, albeit a much shorter El Magnifico. As the car pulls out onto the stage, an eruption of red, green, and white pyros erupt from the entry way, showering the low-rider in the process. It finally stops and the driver’s side door opens, El Magnifico emerging from within with a Mexican flag hanging over his shoulders, matching the color of his incredibly generic mask. Oddly, he’s grown back to his normal height, taking on many of the physical dimensions of Too Magnificent. He puts on a Lucha style pose to much praise from the fans, then spins in a circle and marches towards the ring.
Billy: Okay, maybe it’s all the pain medication I’m on for my head tonight, but was I not mistaken when I saw El Magnifico in midget form arriving backstage earlier? Do Spanish people have the ability to shapeshift? Combine that with their power to live off below minimum wage and God help us all.
Douglas: If only standards and practices would intervene right now. Where are you NAACP when I need you!?! I don’t know what was going on earlier Billy, and it shocks me that you still don’t have a clue as to the identity of El Magnifico.
Mayne: Is he Richard Nixon?
Dan: Considering the fact that he’s been dead for years I’ll have to say no.
El Magnifico hands the flag to one of the cameramen at ringside, throwing it on top of them and then stepping up onto the apron. As he plants himself on it he thrusts his fist against his hips, Brooks glaring at him in a clear realization of his true identity. She realizes what El Magnifico’s goals are here so rushes forward across the ring, jumping into the air and dropkicking his large opponent directly to his shoulder. The strike knocks him off of the apron and causes him to land feet first on the mats, completely caught off guard. Robin stands up and situates her fairy wings while grabbing the top rope, realizing that she’s got to get on the advantage quickly. She now soars over the top rope with a crossbody, perhaps using the fairy wings to gain extra height before she comes crashing down on top of El Magnifico. Instead of connecting with the move though, El Mag catches her across his sternum then unleashes a huff as he lifts her up into the air with a gorilla press. That’s when Brooks slips off his palms and lands on her feet behind him, stepping in and delivering a swift kick directly to the back of his thigh. El Mag begins to hop on one foot after being hit with the blow before Robin moves in and kicks him to the inner thigh again, trying to cut him down to size.
The fans groan over the sound of the stiff kicks by Robin who steps forward and places her arms around El Magnifico’s neck, charging directly at the steps. She moves up them, as if going for a tornado bulldog onto the outside mats only for her large opponent to place his hands to her back, shoving the little fairy forward. She flies through the air then twists, landing directly on her feet and charging straight at El Magnifico who side steps her, placing his hands to her gut and shoving her up into the air. Robin catches tremendous height then comes cashing down face first into the top of the stairs, El Mag grabbing her by the hair and turning her back towards the ring. He rolls the nimble Black Widow under the ropes and into the ring, her fairy wings beginning to break apart as a result. El Magnifico slides into the ring and storms directly towards his still dazed opponent, grabbing her by the wrist and swinging around under her arm. The Mexican folk hero turns to face Brooks before dragging her forward into a vicious lariat directly to the throat. The impact of which sends her corkscrewing through the air and eventually crashing down onto her back.
Mayne: This match providing the only reason to even mildly enjoy the presence of El Magnifico on the roster.
Douglas: If that bout against Calvan Greene showed anything at Breathless, it’s not a smart move to try and start out strong against El Magnifico as he’s constantly able to turn things around on his opponents.
Billy: I don’t think I’ll ever forget the way he threw Calvan Greene like a rag-doll.
The massive Mexican turns to face the gagging Brooks as she sits up, trying to reach her feet. That’s before her opponent grabs the wings on her back and begins to rip them off in a malicious manner, lifting them into the air and tearing them to pieces. The wings scatter in all different directions while El Magnifico takes hold of Robin’s hair, forcing her up to her feet in a very slow methodical manner. As soon as she stands he rains down on her face with a hard closed fist, knocking her off of her feet and down to the canvas across the back once again. He now reaches down and grabs hold of her legs, lifting up on them as he sets up for that giant swing he used at the pay-per-view. Just as he’s about to deliver the move Robin pulls one of her legs free, beginning to kick at El Mag’s sternum over and over again. Each shot almost causes El Mag to break away from her other leg, but when he reaches down for the one he fails to have a grip on, Brooks twists her body, wrapping them around his waist. El Magnifico quickly takes her around the waist, hoisting her up into the air with a wheelbarrow suplex. As she gets lifted into the air her arm wraps around El Magnifico’s neck, setting up for the bulldog. Once again, just like on the outside of the ring, El Magnifico shoves her smaller opponent off the side headlock, sending her flying forward and landing feet first on the canvas.
El Magnifico charges forward when Robin jumps into the air, connecting with a spinning heel kick directly to his chest. The unexpected collision sends El Mag crashing to his back then rolling across the ring to his elbows and knees. He starts to force himself to his feet when Robin comes charging in, absent of her precious wings, which seems to fire her up. The lovely but deadly Robin jumps into the air, wrapping her legs around El Magnifico’s neck and swinging around for a head scissors. Somehow El Mag is able to counter though and catch Robin around her waist, spinning her around so that she drops to the canvas directly in front of him. He wraps his arms around her waist then drops backwards into a belly to belly suplex, flipping Robin over and sending her crashing spine first directly into the turnbuckle. She connects against it with force then crashes down to the canvas across her chest and stomach. Her hand immediately shoots over her lower back while she rolls across the ring, under the ropes and onto the apron.
Mayne: Oh, hohoho, that was a sight to behold! This El Magnifico is like a runaway freight train, there is nothing to stop him when he gets going! He’s really starting to rub off on me, but you know, not in the gay kind of rubbing off.
Douglas: Please don’t try to explain. But your correct, El Magnifico is an animal in that ring, completely unstoppable, coincidently just like Too Magnificent before he was fired.
Mayne: What are you hinting at, that Too Magnificent assassinated Abraham Lincoln?
Douglas: How in the hell did you get that out of….oh forget it.
The fans are still screaming while Robin grimaces in pain, slowly forcing herself up to her feet on the apron. She grips hold of the cables while forcing herself to a standing base when El Magnifico charges forward, throwing a big boot over the ropes directly into the side of her face. The boot connects with such force that it causes her to turn and crash to the outside mats face first, hitting off them with a thud. She rolls onto her back now, rubbing at her jaw after taking such blow to her cranium while El Magnifico slips through the cables onto the apron. His eyes dart around to take in the sight of the excited fans before shooting his arm into the air, a noticeable smile coming to his face.
El Magnifico: OLAY!
The crowd responds with the same chant as El Magnifico jumps from the apron, extending his leg to drop it across Robin’s throat only for her to roll out of the way at the last second. This causes El Mag’s posterior to collide with the mats, resulting in shockwaves of pain coursing through his body. He reaches for his rear-end while grimacing until he withdrawals a small Spanish for Dummies Handbook from beneath his trunks, flipping through the pages and finding what he was looking for. Once he’s found the proper words he puts down the book and begins to display his pain once again.
El Magnifico: Oh, mi trasero! Mi trasero!!
He rubs at his posterior while rising to his feet, Robin Brooks stepping up behind him and delivering another hard kick to the back of his thigh. The strike welts up his leg and causes him to stagger again before Brooks steps around in front of him, grabbing him around the neck as she sets up for a DDT on the outside mats. That’s when he pushes her backwards, fighting free of the front chancery. She jumps into the air backwards though, landing feet first on the apron with remarkable agility while El Magnifico comes rushing in straight at her. Robin jumps off the apron and over top of her opponent’s head, landing on her feet behind him then rushing at the barricade, jumping over it into the crowd which quickly clears out of her way. A shocked El Magnifico looks all around, searching for Robin, completely unaware of where she went before turning to face the barricade, which Brooks has jumped on top of. She now dives off the steel structure and catches El Magnifico around the neck, pulling him around into a tornado DDT that plants him skull first into the outside mats.
Douglas: OHH! Robin finally scoring with some offense against her highly destructive opponent from south of the border, apparently.
Mayne: How dare you doubt this man’s ethnicity. What are you a bigot? You were one of those cops from in the Heat of the Night aren’t you? I always thought you looked like a cheap man’s Archie Bunker.
The crowd claps and vocalizes their shock as El Magnifico rolls onto his back, covering his possibly injured cranium while Robin fights through the pain rushing through her frame. She grabs the ring tarp, using it to pull herself to her feet then rolling onto the apron. She shakes her cranium to get her head straight while standing up sluggishly, El Magnifico rising to his feet with the help of the barricade. His palm is placed over his forehead before he turns towards Robin, who comes rushing across the apron. Just as she’s about to take flight El Magnifico charges forward and delivers a swift boot directly to her shin. The strike knocks her legs out from under her and causes her to crash chest and stomach first onto the apron. Her face cracks off the apron, causing her to grab hold of it and rise to her knees slowly. The surprisingly quick El Magnifico rises up onto the apron in front of her and takes hold of her hair, dragging her head under his seat.
The large Magnifico bends over Robin while locking his arms around her waist, setting up to powerbomb her to the outside mats. He lifts her up into the air and onto his shoulders while turning to face the outside mats, prepared to drive her down hard spine first into the thin protective matting while the fans find themselves screaming in shock over what they’re moments away from witnessing. Suddenly Robin places her hands to the top of El Mag’s head, shoving herself over it and the cables, landing on her feet on the opposite side of the ropes. The surprised Magnifico glances around in a state of bewilderment while Robin rushes into the ropes running perpendicular to the ones he’s standing just beyond. She springs onto the second rope then adjusts her body in mid-air to dropkick El Magnifico directly to his upper back.
The dropkick sends him flying off the apron and over the mats, eventually crashing chest first into the barricade, which he bounces off before staggering in reverse. He crosses his arms over his sternum while Brooks rolls under the ropes onto the apron, standing up on it as fast as she can. The very quick Black Widow rushes across the apron and then dives off of it, twisting into a modified shooting star press that connects with the standing El Mag, knocking them both down hard to the outside mats. The crowd gets up and starts a loud holy shit chant over what they just witnessed while Robin jumps to her feet, hopping up and down, slapping the fans hands in the process.
Douglas: What an unbelievably risky move just performed by Brooks, hitting a running shooting star press on El Magnifico! She’s all revved up after that one.
Mayne: Believe me, I’ve heard from reliable sources backstage that she’s always revved up, and not for wrestling, hahahaha.
Dan: That one was really reaching Billy.
Billy: (Sadly) I know.
A momentarily stunned El Magnifico rolls to his elbow, trying to force himself to his feet after taking so many aerial dives and strikes to the body. As he gets up Robin grabs the back of his head, dragging him towards the apron and pushing him down face first into it. He bounces off and staggers backwards as Robin grabs hold of his mask, dragging him to the ring which he rolls him into. Trying to continue using her speed to her advantage, Robin rises onto the apron, moving across it then scaling the turnbuckle while scowling down in El Magnifico’s direction. She rises to her feet on the top rope, the X-Class Champion glaring straight at Magnifico who is rising to his feet ever so slowly. As soon as he reaches a standing base, Robin takes flight from the top rope, soaring through the air and connecting with a dropkick directly to his sternum. The collision takes El Magnifico down hard to the canvas across his back, Robin landing on her knees beside him then turning, crawling quickly into the cover. She drops down on top of him and hooks his leg with the fans rejoicing.
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El Magnifico powers his shoulder up from the canvas, turning away from a surprised X-Class Champion in the process. She rises slowly to her feet, her whole body aching now due to the physical rigors of this hard hitting encounter. She takes El Mag around the neck, rolling him to his knees and then blasting him over the back with a clubbing blow then moving in with a forearm to the side of his head. Each blow seems to be doing significant damage to the head of Magnifico, who shakes his cranium in an attempt to get his head straight. Robin now takes the Spanish superstar by his wrist and whips him across the ring only to realize he’s planted his feet to the canvas and refuses to budge. A surprised Robin looks up into the twisted eyes of El Magnifico, who pulls her forward directly into a lariat aimed at her throat. Brooks ducks it and spins around to face him eagerly only to be caught by the throat now. El Magnifico was just a step quicker surprisingly, as he now hoists her high into the air and drives her down to the canvas with a one handed chokeslam. The tiny frame of Brooks crashes almost all the way through the ring while the fans grimace, El Mag stepping forward and placing his foot on her sternum. He puts on another Luca style pose as the official drops and makes the count.
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Somehow Brooks is able to push the foot off of her sternum, El Magnifico backing away with a conflicted glint in his eyes.
Mayne: Right there, when Robin got her shoulder up, will probably be the biggest achievement she has throughout the remainder of this match.
Douglas: I think Robin has proven herself to be resilient enough to even come back from a high impact chokeslam like that.
Even after every bone in her body should have been broken by that chokeslam Robin finds her resolve strengthening trying to force herself up off the canvas. An intense El Magnfico drops to the canvas knees first behind her, wrapping his thick powerful arms around her waist. He squeezes the very life out of Robin’s mid-section, causing her eyes to welt with anguish while El Magnifico places the side of his face to the back of her head. He’s intent on busting up her mid-section but somehow Robin is still hanging in there, lifting her fists into the air and shaking them to the delight of everyone in the building. Several of them are already chanting the X-Class Champion’s name, really rallying in support behind her as she inches her way closer and closer to a standing base. El Magnifico’s face twists with surprise over this fact, that his opponent is giving him such a challenge this evening. Robin continues to struggle and fight her way closer and closer to a standing base while El Magnifico really cinches in the submission. Numerous individuals are now slapping the barricades and stomping their feet while Robin gets closer and closer to a standing base, El Magnifico really placing as much pressure as he can into this submission hold, to the point where coal would be turned to diamonds. Yet nothing seems to keep Robin down, causing El Magnifico to changed up his strategy, bending forward and breaking the bearhug, burying his shoulder into his smaller opponent’s spine. He hoists Robin up into the air in a back drop suplex position then rushes forward, throwing Brooks high up into the air. She catches tremendous height then comes crashing down back first into the ring, immediately sitting up with pain clear on her features. El Magnifico steps forward and drops to a knee behind her, burying his other one into the middle area of her spine, pulling back on her chin with both hands.
Mayne: Well Robin fought her way through the bearhug only to be trapped in that rear chinlock. This is getting funnier than the forced drama in an episode of 24.
Douglas: Billy, you know that show is too sophisticated for you to even possibly enjoy.
Billy: Well, that and Keifer Sutherland’s forehead just annoys the hell out of me, just like Robin’s false comebacks.
Screams of pain emanate from Robin’s lungs as the knee digs deeper and deeper into her spine, creating unbelievable pain that threatens to shut down her whole body. Once again to El Magnifico’s surprise though she digs her fingernails into the palms of her hands and fills with determination, beginning to try and force her way to her feet to much applause from the crowd. El Magnifico’s eyes open widely in a stunned state while Robin gets closer and closer to a standing base, causing the Mexican hero to remove his knee from the small of her back. Both individuals now reach their feet when El Magnifico bends forward, dragging Robin back first against his shoulder. He stands up, holding Brooks in a back drop suplex position when she flips over out of it, landing directly on her feet behind his back. She stands up and walks throat first right into his open palm, the crowd stunned as he grabs her by the back of the pants, hoisting her into the air for a chokeslam. Somehow she’s able to twist around with her body, freeing her throat and landing on her feet behind her massive opponent then charging forward. El Mag side steps her and catches her around the waist, hoisting her into the air with a side slam position only for Brooks to flip over onto his shoulder. She catches him around the neck and drops down over the back of his shoulder, dragging El Magnifico down into a reverse DDT from that position, the fans reacting with a loud pop as a result. El Mag sits up, wrapping his hands around his skull while Robin rolls across the canvas, trying to force her tired body to a standing base.
Douglas: Robin fighting through all this pain to come back against Magnifico.
Mayne: Yeah, and it only took her twenty counters to connect with one move, good work Robin, you deserve a medal. One that’s made of chocolate, now I just got hungry.
El Mag is seated up on the canvas when Robin rushes at his side, jumping into the air and dropkicking him directly to the side of the face. The strike knocks him onto his back, laid out across the canvas now while Robin stands up very sluggishly, approaching the nearest turnbuckle, realizing this may be her only chance to score with a big finishing move. She slides through the cables onto the apron, but the second she does so El Magnifico gets to his feet, charging at her quickly. Before he can connect with a move Robin turns her back towards him, reaching over the cables and catching him around the neck then dropping down with a stunner that plants him throat first against the cables. He gags as he leans on the ropes, Robin turning around on her seat upon the apron and then sliding under the ropes, through El Mag’s legs and reaching up, wrapping her arouns around his waist. She uses this grip to bridge herself up onto her feet and then reach up, taking him around the neck, dropping down into a reverse neckbreaker. Somehow El Magnifico holds onto the top rope though, causing Robin to crash onto her back with force, laid out completely. She grips at the back of her neck in pain while El Magnifico falls backwards on top of her, hooking one of her legs.
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Robin shoots her shoulder from the canvas at the last possible second, avoiding defeat just narrowly and causing her large opponent to sit up with a twisted expression on the portions of his face that can be seen beneath his mask. Her persistence annoys him as he rises to his feet and takes her by the ankles, dragging him to the center of the ring then approaching the nearest turnbuckle. The monstrously proportioned Magnifico makes his way up the nearest turnbuckle, getting to the very top rope while glaring down at Brooks, who surprisingly rises to her feet and comes charging in with quickness. She steps up the corner, ending up right in front of Magnifico and throwing forearm strikes repeatedly into his masked skull. Each blow almost sends El Magnifico tumbling from the turnbuckle, before he shakes his head, attempting to get his brain straight.
Douglas: Their fighting dangerously on that top rope! This is not a very safe position for either of these two to be in right now with their unstable frames.
Billy: Especially since Robin lost her fairy wings, rendering her incapable of flight.
Douglas: Um, yeah.
El Magnifico suddenly reaches out and slaps his hand about the throat of Brooks, setting up to chokeslam her from the top rope all the way to the canvas below. That’s when Brooks brings her elbow down into his forearm, knocking his arm away from her neck and then jumping into the air, wrapping her legs around El Magnifico’s neck, preparing to deliver a hurricarana that will pull him from the top cable. To the shock of everyone El Magnifico jumps from the top rope though, soaring over the canvas and reversing into a sit-out powerbomb. The sound of Robin’s body impacting with the canvas in devastating, all the fans covering their mouths in shock while El Magnifico leans his shoulders into the back of her thighs, going for the pinfall in his highly exasperated state.
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Everyone in the building watches on in shock over the fact that El Magnifico has just emerged victorious over the Black Widow. He falls onto his back, breathing heavily with sweat streaming down his body, having just endured quite an intense bout with Brooks.
Douglas: And El Magnifico pulls the rabbit out of his ass again!
Mayne: Oh great, so not only is he a mysterious Mexican, but he’s a magician too? So he’s a Mysterious Mexican Magician?
Dan: I don’t think he’s either of the three options.
Robin rolls onto her side, gripping at her neck in pain after taking such a lethal powerbomb while El Magnifico remains on his back, sweating profusely from every inch of his exhausted frame. A very tired, sluggish Robin Brooks has rolled out of the ring, gripping at the back of her neck as she staggers up the ramp instinctively, not yet knowing where she is it seems. Her legs almost cut out beneath her as she makes that long march up the ramp with the fans screaming loudly at the sight of her. The exhausted Brooks has reached the entry way when Killjoy emerges through the curtains, the fans cheering loudly at the sight of him.
Mayne: Oh what is this no good home-wrecker doing here? Doesn’t he know where’s he’s not wanted? Well, I guess not, otherwise he wouldn’t keep coming back to the IWC.
Douglas: Killjoy, Robin’s ex-boyfriend, and soon to be opponent at Extinction, coming out here and trying to talk to her it seems concerning that intense match with El Magnifico, or perhaps their impending match at the pay-per-view.
Billy: I’m tired of looking at his ugly face, quick, gouge my eyes out.
Dan: You don’t have to ask me twice.
Robin looks up and spots Killjoy standing before her, acting shocked for a moment while still gripping at the back of her cranium in pain. A mixture of emotions clearly comes to her eyes as Killjoy steps forward with an extension of his arms out to his sides, attempting to give her a reassuring hug in order to imply that everything is going to be alright. Suddenly her face fills with anger and her palm is thrust out against his chest. She holds a shocked Killjoy at bay while Robin shakes her head then storms around him, marching right to the backstage area. Killjoy watches her leave with a completely puzzled expression on his face, perhaps realizing how much strain he’s putting on her, especially given the fact that they will have to fight at Extinction.
Dan: A lot of stress being created between Robin Brooks and Killjoy as a result of the actions from earlier tonight, and the booking of this giant tag match at Extinction, but we’ve got to move along now and talk about an equally as perplexing situation.
Mayne: Why I’m a 40 year old man who still shaves his legs?
Dan: Um, no. I’m referring to what transpired at Breathless when Bitchcakes McPhee was beaten by Max POWER and as thus forced into rehabilitation. Apparently we’ve got some footage that documents this process.
Billy: Yippee.
Inside of the ring El Magnifico has risen to his feet, doing lucha style poses to the crowd’s delight to commemorate his victory.
I’M CHECKING IN
Dan Douglas: FOLKS, earlier today, our IWC cameras...or rather, camera, SINGULAR...accompanied the IWC's very own Cosmopolitan Crusader, Max POWER, as he made good on his promise to PERSONALLY check Bitchcakes McPhee into rehab after his hard-fought, and to be honest, rather REMARKABLE victory in the Beer Bottle Brawl at Breathless! Let's cut to the tape!
Fade to a video clip on the tron, with "Earlier Today" in generic letters on the top-left corner and the IWC logo on the bottom-right. The picture is an idyllic one, showing an exterior of a cutting-edge-looking two-story building's front. We can hear shouting breaking the peaceful silence as a kicking and screaming Bitchcakes McPhee is dragged into the shot by two large security personnel, flanked by the green-costumed Max POWER.
Bitchcakes: NOOO!!!! I WON'T DO IT!!! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME!!!!
POWER: You don't seem to understand, Citizen McPhee...I HAVE to make you, otherwise you lose your JOB! Besides...
The security guards deposit Bitchcakes at the front of the facility as Max sternly stands over him, fists on hips in a heroic stance.
POWER: ...that's how you INSISTED. When I asked you if you were going to come peacefully or get dragged kicking and screaming, you INSISTED on kicking and screaming.
Bitchcakes: ...I know. Wasn't that FUN? Can we go again?
POWER: (heavy sigh) Maybe later on. We ‘re going in now?
Bitchcakes: (heavy sigh of his own) ...Yeah, I guess.
His demeanor shifts to a very sullen one as he shuffles inside next to Max. A very comely nurse perkily comes up to them...yet his mood doesn't seem to brighten! What the hell happened to Bitchcakes??
Nurse: Welcome to the Blue Bull Rehabilitation Center...I was WONDERING when you two'd show up! Ready for the check-in, Mr. POWER?
POWER: That depends on Mr. McPhee over here. Bitchcakes?
Bitchcakes: ...Yeah...I guess.
POWER: You don't SOUND very ready.
Bitchcakes: Maybe if I had a few BEERS in me...but that's exactly why we're here, ain't it?
Max reassuringly puts his hand on Bitchcakes's shoulder.
POWER: I wish there were some other way...but your job AND your health depends on this first-class facility. If you can make it through their alcohol recovery program, and show that it TRULY helped you, you can keep your job. Don't you REALIZE that?
Bitchcakes: ...You know, I think for the FIRST TIME in my life...I DO!
Max is completely taken aback by this uncharacteristic display of SOBER enthusiasm.
POWER: Wait...seriously?
Bitchcakes: ABSOLUTELY! (to Nurse) Alright, you gorgeous babe straight out of my mid-day fantasies, let's do whatever it takes to get me WELL!
Bitchcakes and the hot Nurse interlock arms and cheerfully walk down the corridor as Max looks on approvingly, hands and hips in a heroic pose. He turns to another hot Nurse who's been standing next to him.
POWER: You know something...I think that this may really turn out for the...
CRASH!! BANG!! His positive musing is interrupted by nearby off-screen chaos. The original Nurse runs back into view, ranting and raving.
Nurse: SOMEBODY GET THE SEDATIVES!!! HE'S DESTROYING EVERYTHING!!
POWER: Wonderful...looks like these people have got their work cut out for them, 'cuz it's out of MY hands now...thank god...
He strolls out, whistling all the live-long day, as the orderlies struggle to subdue a near-maniacal Bitchcakes McPhee. Max snaps his fingers and the two security guys follow him back to a waiting Humvee, being driven by Max's number-one cohort, MERCY.
MERCY: Check-in go well?
POWER: Better than we expected, in fact! He only destroyed a few food carts and made a only couple of dents in the wall before they tranq'ed him up.
MERCY: ...Gonna take something BIG to make up for THIS one with the clinic, won't it?
POWER: ...And worth EVERY PENNY. MERCY...let's go home.
MERCY: I thought you'd NEVER ASK.
She starts the SUV as the security guys look at each other, smirking. We fade back to Douglas and Mayne at the announcer's table.
Douglas: And not a MOMENT TOO SOON! And I'd just like to say, we here at the IWC wish Bitchcakes McPhee ALL THE BEST during his attempt at rehabilitation, and he'll hopefully come back with better health and a better outlook on life.
Mayne: Yes, that bloated drunken idiot WILL actually be missed around here...until Pat Evans starts getting Aurora Rose hooked on the sauce or something just for our perverted pleasure!
Dan: Dammit, Billy, MUST you sully this absolutely heart-wrenching moment with inappropriate comments??
Billy: Yes. Yes, I must.
Dan puts his head in his palm and sighs heavily.
Douglas: We'll be right back, folks. Don't go away. Please, things may start to get entertaining.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
MORE BLATANT CONFUSION
A yawn emanates from Sean Johnson while leaning back first against the pure white wall behind him. His hand pats his mouth while stretching his atrophying muscles and listening to the constant rambling of an individual at his side. The longer they speak the more he finds himself bordering on the brink of unconsciousness. Nevertheless he keeps his eyes open, which proves to be a constant struggle and nods his head reassuringly, as if indicating that he’s actually paying attention. All the while a Obi-Won Kanobi style costume clings to his frame for this Halloween orientated production. The camera pans out slowly to reveal backstage correspondent Michelle Blacker located at her side, dressed head to toe in hot black leather. A puffy wristband clings to a portion of her arm to hide her self inflicted scars and the bags under her eyes have become incredibly dark, indicating the sheer lack of sleep she’s gotten as of late, her mind constantly wrapped around the same individual she’s talking about, Psycho. There’s no need for a costume, as she already appears rather gothic and frightening. An individual that Sean Johnson has no interest in hearing about whatsoever, the mere mention of his name making him increasingly drowsy.
Michelle: So I don’t understand why he doesn’t want to hurt me, what his hesitation is. I’ve made myself available every time he’s been frustrated about something, yet nothing works. He just refuses to put his hands on me for some reason. Is there something you think I can do to ensure that he beats the hell out of me?
Sean scratches at the back of his head, becoming increasingly flustered the longer he’s forced to listen to her rambling.
Sean: Hmmm, I don’t know, maybe you could try carrying on a conversation with him that lasts more than a few seconds. I’ve only known you a few moments and I already want to do something to make you shut up.
The thought excites Michelle, much to Johnson’s dismay, causing her to twirl a lock of her hair in her finger and step closer, a little too close for comfort in fact. Her proximity to himself makes Johnson slightly uncomfortable before a familiar voice is heard that only makes Sean feel more uneasy.
There he is, there’s that sexy son of a bitch…
Michelle steps away from Johnson, miffed that her advances have been cut off by the arrival of River Angelus and Shawn Logan. Both men step forward slowly with Logan’s eyes overlooking Michelle very carefully, putting on a slight smirk at the sight of her tight fitting leather attire. She doesn’t take any kind of interest in him and his apparent Chef Boyardee costume A sweaty, still hurting Angelus falls shoulder first against the wall at the side of the aggravated Johnson, who continues to sigh as a sign of his utter distress. Finding himself in a very unwanted position, trapped between a Michelle and an Angelus. Especially an Angelus dressed in a Shakespearean style costume, even holding a skull in the palm of his hand, which he plants a kiss on the top of for good luck.
River: Sean, my brother from another mother, how are you doing pal?
Angelus anxiously awaits a response, bumping the tip of his elbow into Sean’s bicep repeatedly until he gets one. A long and drawn out breath escapes from Sean’s nasal passages.
Johnson: Fine, I guess. I’m trying to get a moment to myself to concentrate on my match tonight.
Angelus: Great, Shawn and I will join you then.
River throws his arm over the shoulders of Johnson who becomes more despondent the longer this whole scene plays out.
River: Listen Sean, I suppose you were a little bewildered about the reason I approached you at Breathless.
Sean: Actually I haven’t thought about it at all.
Angelus: Wonderful, I’ll explain myself now then, and put your troubled mind at rest.
Johnson’s shoulders sink, realizing that this is only going to continue going downhill from here.
River: At the PPV, I made reference to a past between us and all that, even though we’ve never really associated with each other in our long history, but if you really think about it we have a lot in common with each other. For instance, ummm, uhhh, you have hair, and so do I.
Sean reaches up and places his hand on his hair subconsciously.
Angelus: Granted mine is prettier and wavier, only because I use a lot of conditioner. Plus we’re veterans, we’re the equivalent of folk heroes here in the IWC. Only you don’t cut down trees but I am accompanied by a giant ox named Shawn Logan.
Luckily Logan doesn’t overhear this conversation, too busy chatting with Michelle Blacker, who doesn’t seem to want to have a thing to do with, still fantasizing about Psycho.
River: So see, we’re basically twins, just not fraternal. That’s why you should give serious thought to joining with Logan and I, becoming a member of a special fraternity of sorts. We don’t even charge admission, but there is a lot of drinking involved. So give it some thought, here’s my card.
River extends a small card out towards Johnson, who takes hold of it and examines the writing on the surface with great speculation.
Johnson: This is the number to Chucky Cheeses.
Angelus: Oh!
He quickly takes the card back then examines it before tossing it over his shoulder.
River: Okay, I don’t have a card, but you know where to find us. What do you say?
With an extension of his outstretched palm River looks to commemorate this new business relationship, only to find his handshake unreciprocated. Sean just glares blankly into the face of Angelus.
Sean: You know what, thanks but no thanks. I can handle my own affairs, I don’t need people to watch my back.
Sean brushes River’s arm off his shoulders then marches down the corridor, leaving a confused Angelus in his wake. River watches him leave with utter confusion draped over his features. He seems completely unsure of how to react before lifting his arm and sniffing at his pit, making sure that wasn’t the reason Johnson refused to accept his offer. Logan steps towards him slowly, rubbing at his red check as if he were just slapped and immediately taking notice of how offended Angelus is.
Logan: What did he say?
Angelus: He shot me down.
Shock comes to Logan’s features, acting stunned by this revelation.
Shawn: Well we certainly can’t have that now can we? You let me take care of this, one way or another Sean Johnson will join us.
River stares up at Logan, unsure of his partner’s motives, as the tired big man marches past him, following Sean Johnson on his way to the ring.
KELLY HART VS. SEAN JOHNSON
Mayne: What an unusual situation backstage, is Sean Johnson out of his freaking gord though? How could he turn down the offer of the maniacal River Angelus?
Douglas: Um, he has a brain?
'Push It To The Limit' plays as the fans jump to their feet in applause. As the spotlights go around, explosions go off and suddenly Shannon Blaze comes launching from underneath the arena and lands on a corner of the security wall near the ramp while Kelly Hart emerges from between the two announce tables, launching himself and landing on both tables. Kelly is strangely dressed as Charlie Chaplin this evening, for this Halloween spooktacular. They both run and sliding into the ring. Both jump to the turnbuckle and pose for the crowd. Blaze flexes a muscle before coming down and Hart does a flip, landing on his feet. The two lean on the ropes awaiting their opponents to enter the ring.
Mayne: Why does Kelly Hart have to constantly pop up from behind us? My heart doesn’t need this type of aggravation.
Douglas: Oh, does he got your pulse racing?
Mayne: Yes. Wait, are you construing my homosexual in any way?
Dan: I certainly don’t have to construe anything.
The arena goes completely dark., the only sign of light comes from the entrance area which is lit up by a dim red light, simultaneously his music hits the stage as you can see the flashing from the cameras all over, you hear some very disgruntled growling, as if it was coming from a wolf about to attack on what its threatened by...the growling goes on for a few seconds before he comes walking out. Suddenly Johnson’s titantron video appears, and he comes out through the curtains, walking at kind of a slow pace, he comes to the top of the ramp looking down to the ground, suddenly the lights go out again for about 5 seconds, it is followed by a very loud "BOOM" and an extreme amount of fire ALL over the entrance area. Simultaneously, Griffin lets out his signature "Roar of the beast" while raising his arms..the pyro is about enough to make the fans sweat who are sitting in the nosebleed section. The dim red light as well comes on at the sound of the blast and pyro..this time it shines all through out the arena. Sean walks his way down to the ring to then annihilate the unlucky bastard he is forced to fight.
Douglas: “The Griffin” Sean Johnson has entered the ring, ready for competition against one half of the Second City Saints, Kelly Hart.
Mayne: Nothing about this man makes the slightest bit of rational sense. For one he turned down River Angelus, secondly he calls himself the Griffin, as if a Griffin is even slightly frightening. Sure it’s on the surface of mid-evil shields and stuff like that, but come on, it’s a big cat with wings. Cats aren’t scary.
Dan: What about lions?
Billy: Ummm, lions aren’t of the feline persuasion. Everyone knows their a combination of dingoes and koala bears.
Douglas: Your idiocy has left me in amazement.
Sean Johnson now moves around the ring, exercising a little as he prepares for his match against Kelly Hart, who is receiving last minute instructions from Shannon. Kelly seems to be suggesting that he can best Johnson by performing a magic trick that will leave his awe before Blaze quickly slaps him in the face, then shakes his finger in his direction. He is imploring him to keep his mind on the match, and not on his tricks. A tentative Kelly nods his head, disappointed until Johnson steps up behind the Second City Saint member while he is distracted. He wraps his arms around Kelly’s waist and rolls him over backwards, sitting on the back of his thighs and pushing his shoulders down against the canvas, Shannon shouting at him from the apron. Referee Wright drops to the canvas, quickly making the count.
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Kelly kicks out, launching Johnson forward shoulder first through the ropes directly into Shannon’s ribs. As a result Shannon is knocked from the apron and to the mats on the outside of the ring, Johnson’s head still stuck through the cables. Kelly rolls under the ropes to the apron right at his side while Sean is grinning down at a pain ridden Shannon, completely unaware of his opponent’s positioning. Kelly rushes forward across the apron, connecting with a running front dropkick straight to the side of the skull. Sean is knocked through a loop by the hard impact to his skull, falling chest first onto the second rope, almost rendered unconscious before trying to stand up once again. Kelly is already on his feet at his side until he charges in and jumps over Sean’s head, catching him around the neck and delivering a flip over neckbreaker on the apron. Johnson is pulled around and sent crashing through the ropes to the outside mats as a result. Although still dressed as a Jedi, he doesn’t seem to have their keen instinct. He spills onto the outside mats in the process while his opponent, Kelly Hart, clothed in a Charlie Chaplin style costume.
Douglas: What a move by Charlie Chaplin, I mean, Kelly Hart!
Mayne: He’s dressed as Charlie Chaplin? I thought he was Adolph Hitler.
A lot of pain is coursing through the neck of Johnson after being dropped on it so many times already in this contest. He barely has time to regain his senses however as Kelly steps up onto the apron then rushes across it directly at Johnson, jumping off and landing on his shoulders. He spins him around and snaps over into a huge hurricarana that sends Johnson crashing onto his back as a result, the fans reacting with a very mixed response. Hart jumps to his feet and begins to dance around before approaching the time keeper, insisting they stand up and hand him their chair. It’s quickly dispatched to him surprisingly as he places it on the mats then steps up it, placing his foot on the back part and riding it all the way down to the mats in a Chaplin style move. He then drops to his knees and extends his arms out to his sides to the shock of everyone in the arena. That’s before Shannon steps up behind him, slapping the back of his head and motioning towards the ring, telling him to stop playing around. Kelly nods and moves towards Sean who has risen to his feet, already rolling into the squared circle to evade his quick opponent. Just as he gets to his elbows and knees, Kelly climbs onto the apron then grabs the top cable, flipping over it into a leg drop. He plants it right across the back of the Griffin’s skull, ramming his face against the canvas as a result. Sean bounces off the ring and rolls onto his back while Kelly turns and scrambles into the cover with quickness.
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Sean shoots his shoulder from the canvas, turning away from Kelly in his Jedi style attire. Even while aching he starts to rise to his feet only to be blasted over the upper back with a clubbing blow. The strike causes him to arch his spine and roars in pain while Kelly places his arm around his neck, staying on the offensive, really pressing the advantage. He drags Johnson up to his feet and begins to charge forward with the bulldog still established when Sean pushes him off into the cables. Kelly charges into the ropes and jumps onto the second cable springing off before he turns in mid-air only to meet with Sean’s feet. Right in mid-flight Johnson jumps into the air, dropkicking him directly to the sternum, knocking him down out of the air and sending him plummeting to the canvas. The crowd is shocked by this counter from Johnson, who rises to his feet and spins in a circle before charging into the cables. He bounces off and drops into a forward roll only to flip out of it right into a rolling thunder directly into Kelly’s sternum.
Douglas: Sean Johnson showing he can be just as agile as the cruiserweight Kelly Hart.
Mayne: He can’t be agile, he’s too chunky. He’s like that fat guy from Blow.
Dan: He is nowhere near that weight. And besides, hasn’t that guy lost like hundreds of pounds?
Billy: Yes, he’s lost the equivalent of Robin Brooks. Actually, I think she was made from his liposuction fat.
Kelly is convulsing on the canvas while gripping at his ribs, turning over onto his knees onto the process while Sean grabs hold of his arm. He swings around under then steps over it, turning to face Kelly, placing the arm in a hammerlock with his legs then jumping over his back. He pulls Kelly over onto the back of his shoulders into a pinning predicament.
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Hart kicks out, dropping over onto his knees while Sean gets to a kneeling base in front of him. He charges forward at the Chaplin look alike and catches him around the neck, dragging him down into a small package.
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Kelly kicks out, dropping over onto his seat then turning to face his opponent. Just as he stands up though, the Griffin catches him around the neck, dragging his head under his seat then beginning to hook both of his arms. The crowd is screaming as Johnson goes for the extreme pedigree of his but grimaces in pain from his arm, which is still hurting him after that sensational Submission Series at Breathless. Kelly twists his head free from under the seat of Johnson then moves in quickly, connecting with a step up enzugari to the back of his head. The collision knocks Johnson forward, causing to become all groggy as he tries to keep his legs beneath him. He becomes incapable of maintaining that standing base as Kelly rushes in and jumps into the air, delivering a hard back heel kick directly to his face. The stiff strike knocks Johnson to the canvas across his back, the incredible agile Kelly coming down on all fours beside him. He then pushes himself up with his feet, going into a headstand before twisting his body around and dropping an elbow right into Sean’s sternum. The fans are surprised by his athletic moves and sheer agility as Kelly turns and again crawls into the hook of a leg.
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Sean somehow powers his shoulder from the canvas, narrowly preventing a pinfall while Kelly stands up at his side. He grabs hold of one of his legs, hooking it then hooking up the other one before diving forward over top of his opponent. In the process he drags Johnson over onto his elbows and knees, Kelly ending up under him before bridging up to his feet, spinning around to face his opponent. He now grabs hold of Sean’s arms, lifting it into the air and stepping over it before dropping over sideways, flipping Sean over forward onto his back into a cross armbreaker submission hold. Sean stomps the back of his heels against the canvas, using his feet to drag himself towards the ropes while Kelly is still mangling his arm in this submission. His brown boot covered foot reaches out and places itself over the bottom cable, causing the official to start a five count. Kelly breaks the cross armbreaker and sits Johnson up on the canvas, scooting behind him and hooking one arm as well as wrapping his legs around the other. He pulls Sean over backwards into a crucifix pin at this point.
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Sean kicks out to cheers from the fans.
Douglas: Kelly trying everything he can to obtain a victory over Johnson, but Sean continues to show his resilience by kicking out every one of these pinning predicaments and submission holds.
Mayne: All Johnson ever does is disappoint people and make them upset. Just his face angers me.
Sean drops over onto his knees as Kelly steps in front of him, swinging around into a kick aimed at his head. Johnson ducks his skull under it and then stands up, placing his head beneath Kelly’s posterior and hoisting him up into the air in an electric chair position. He pushes his posterior off his shoulders and sends Hart tumbling down sternum first into the top cable. Kelly bounces off and staggers backwards right into the shoulder of Johnson. Sean stands up straight, lifting his opponent onto his shoulder then charging him at the turnbuckle, sitting him on the top rope. Now that he’s in this prone position, Johnson blasts him over the back with a clubbing blow, followed by another strike. He begins to step up the corner now when Kelly begins to throw repeated elbows into the side of his head, trying to fight out of this predicament. Sean won’t stop though, even as he’s hit hard to the temple with another elbow that sends him crashing from the top rope back first into the ring. The ever so sudden Kelly stands up on the turnbuckle and now drops down into a split legged moonsault on the cables. This sends him flipping over backwards for a leg drop on Johnson, who rolls quickly out of the way to the shock of everyone. This causes Kelly to land posterior first on the canvas while Johnson pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle in front of him. Kelly quickly rolls over backwards onto his feet then comes charging at Sean, bending forward in the process. That’s when Johnson jumps off the turnbuckle and flies over him, catching Kelly around the waist. He rolls him over backwards into a quick sunset flip.
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Kelly kicks out, rolling over backwards in the process then grabbing hold of Sean’s leg, lifting up on it and sending him rolling over in reverse onto his feet. As soon as he stands up, Kelly grabs him around the neck and drops back into a thunderous DDT that plants his skull against the canvas with force. Sean rolls onto his back while Kelly crawls away from him towards a nearby turnbuckle, trying to get his head straight in the process. He’s still frazzled after what has been a very fast paced exchange between both men, already starting to make his way up the corner though with the intention of finishing Johnson off for good already. Sean remains sprawled out across his back, attempting to wake himself up as Kelly reaches the top rope, turning to face him now. Shannon is shouting at him from the other side of the ring to finish Sean off which causes referee Wright to step towards him, demanding he step away from the ring. With the referee distracted, Kelly has no idea that Shawn Logan is stepping up onto the apron behind him.
Mayne: Hey wait a minute, it’s Logan, it’s Shawn Logan! That tall guy with the bad acting skills.
Douglas: I don’t like this, watch out Kelly, watch out!
Shawn places his hand to Kelly’s bum and shoves him off the turnbuckle with force, sending the man he faced at Breathless flipping through the air then crashing hard back first into the canvas. He begins to convulse as a result, the crowd booing furiously while Logan drops off the apron and backs away with a twisted grin of utter delight draped on his face. He seems to like what he just did, but realizes Johnson won’t. Sean sits up and glares at Logan backing up the ramp, unsure of what to think or do, appearing outraged at first. That’s when he rises to his feet, stepping towards the cables and pointing over them, shouting at Logan who is feigning innocence, acting like he did absolutely nothing wrong in the slightest. Shannon drops off the apron and backs away from the ring, also acting innocent while the official turns to face Kelly, who is trying his best to force himself to his feet. His fake Chaplin mustache has been knocked from his face while the official continues to check on his condition. Strangely, Johnson fails to appear that outraged over what Logan has done, instead starting to force a smirk to his face, which Shawn finds rather peculiar. That’s when Sean turns around and walks right into a superkick directly to the jaw from Shannon, who entered the ring behind the official’s back. Johnson is knocked off of his feet and sent crashing to the canvas across his back, laid out completely by the kick as Blaze turns and vacates the squared circle promptly. This allows a very disorientated Kelly to turn around and look about in shock, amazed to see Johnson laid out on the canvas.
Kelly: It must be magic.
He utters this beneath his breath then staggers forward and falls on top of Sean, hooking his leg promptly.
Mayne: What the hell!?! Logan came out and interfered on behalf of the Johnson, but it ended up costing him in a big way, because it distracted the referee long enough for Shannon Blaze to enter and connect with that big time superkick to Johnson’s jaw. Wow, this is confusing.
Douglas: Yes it is, and not something I enjoy seeing in what was a fine straight up wrestling match thus far.
An exhausted Kelly is hooking the leg of Johnson as the equally as bewildered official drops and makes the count, Shannon cheering this on from the outside of the ring.
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Boos and cheers emanate from the fans as Johnson kicks out just a second too late, Shannon jumping up and down in excitement over his tag team partner’s victory. He slides in and approaches Kelly, who has rolled away from Johnson still in a very exasperated, exhausted state. Logan shrugs his shoulders on the stage and continues backing up the ramp, acting as if he did absolutely nothing wrong just now.
Mayne: The Second City Saints’ Kelly Hart has just earned his first IWC victory, thanks to that superkick by Shannon Blaze. How many run ins and interferences are there going to be tonight? It feels like I’m watching WCW Nitro circa 1998.
Douglas: This night has been insanity Billy, absolute insanity. If I know anything about Johnson though, he won’t take this victory laying down.
Johnson has risen to his knees, sweating profusely and appearing very battered as he glares at Logan on the entry way. Shawn is chuckling deviously, realizing that all he did was piss Johnson off by interfering in his match, doing exactly as he had intended. That’s when a grin comes to Johnson’s face, a rather corny and cheesy one while he extends two thumbs up towards the air, seemingly not even caring that he was just defeated. The look he’s receiving kind of freaks Logan out, prompting him to move towards the ropes a little more expediently. All the while Shannon is helping Kelly up onto his seat, lifting his arm up in victory while gesturing in his exhausted direction.
Douglas: What does that look mean from Sean Johnson?
Mayne: I don’t have a clue, maybe Sean likes people bearing the same name as himself?
A huge smile, much like the man from the Enzyte commercials, extends across Johnson’s face as he continues to give his thumbs up. Shannon assists Kelly in the meanwhile, saying something bitterly beneath his breath. His eyes lock vindictively on the face of Sean Johnson, planning some form of revenge for his acceptance of said interference.
AWOL LIKES TO TALK
Another loud outburst of commotion arises from numerous reporters and camera-men, all of which convened around the front of a podium where AWOL is standing. The General Manager’s eyes cut back and forth over the plethora of faces gathered about him, bombarding him with many highly redundant questions. All the while his eyes glance down into the watch wrapped about his wrist, checking on the time, impatiently waiting for the conclusion of tonight’s telecast so he can get this over with promptly. Once he realizes there’s still plenty of time remaining he sighs and again speaks into the microphone.
AWOL: Well everyone, it seems that we’ve still got a lot of time here together, so what do you say we do something that’s actually entertaining for a change? Instead of me booking matches, maybe I should just stand here and talk about why this roster appalls me so very much. After all, the only thing entertaining about any of the men on this roster is the joy one derives from insulting them oh so bitterly.
A reporter timidly raises his hand and rises from his seat, posing an all too important question.
Reporter: But GM AWOL, wouldn’t that just be a colossal waste of time?
AWOL gives the reporter a blank, almost emotionless glare for several prolonged moments.
AWOL: Like the rest of this night hasn’t?
The reporter suddenly becomes quiet and shrugs his shoulders with a nod of his head, slowly falling into his seat.
AWOL: Now, since we’ve got some time to kill before I make my somewhat major announcement regarding the Rogue Squadron and Orlando and Creed, let’s fill that gap with rants about what makes all those men so very unbearable. Firstly, in regards to…..
Suddenly from around the backdrop standing behind AWOL, emerges the one and only Silencer, shoving his way through the few security guards gathered. He makes his way onto the stage with blood still dribbling down from his nose and spilling down his chin, twisted with a variety of mixed emotions as he moves towards AWOL. The GM remains blissfully unaware of the former World Champion’s arrival as Silencer steps up right behind him and takes hold of his shoulder. Even though small in stature, Silencer is able to pull the massive AWOL around to look down into his blood smeared features. As soon as their eyes meet AWOL grins at the sight of the blood rolling down Silencer’s nose and off his chin, still gushing badly. The memory of their many classic in ring encounters come flooding back to his mind while he continues to lock eyes with the small, but incredibly talented veteran.
AWOL: Wow, Silencer, I must remark about how apathetic I am to see your return. When did you come back?
Silencer doesn’t say a single solitary word while camera flashes go off amongst the swarm of reporters, intrigued by where this is going. Silencer steps up as close as he can get to AWOL’s face and stands on his toes, whispering something into his ear. Although not interested in the slightest AWOL leans in to listen with a roll of his eyes. As the words enter his ear AWOL rolls his eyes and then grins slightly. Finally he nods and places his large palm to Silencer’s sternum, pushing him back and rising to a full upright position.
AWOL: Okay, okay little fella, calm down, relax. If you want to get your ass kicked again, I have no problem with that whatsoever. But rest assure, if I do this for you, you owe me big time.
Silencer steps away and still trembles in anger as the blood continues to trickle from his nostrils and slips over his lips. In the meanwhile the GM has returned his attention to the overly anxious onlookers, eager to report on the proceedings.
AWOL: Alright people, I’ve had yet another demand made to me for a match at Extinction, and since I’m bored anyway I might as well as agree to it. After the incidents that transpired earlier tonight, which thankfully I didn’t watch because chances are if I did I’d have to hang myself with my shoe laces, at Extinction we’re going to witness Das Ungeheuer AKA Kale Ericsson vs. the former World Champion Silencer one on one yet again. There, are you happy now Silencer, can you go on living your pathetic little existence?
AWOL glances over his shoulder where Silencer was once standing, but now there’s only open space. The former Champion has vanished into the ether, completely and utterly disappearing to God knows where. Where he once stood is a small splattering of blood dripped across the otherwise empty stage. AWOL arches an eyebrow and shrugs his shoulders, refusing to be unnerved by the odd disappearance of Silencer, who clearly got what he wanted and thus had no further provocation for remaining here.
AWOL: Somebody really needs to tie a bell to him.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, GO TO A GOOD WRESTLING SCHOOL!
THE END IS AT HAND
As Jon Rich progresses down the corridor in the direction of his parked car, waiting for him just inches removed from the exit to the arena, he closes his one still capable eye in agitation. The frustration doesn’t originate from his lack of vindication against the Dark Man Desolation, but from the introspective rambling of Magnus at his side. For some reason he seems un-accepting of the genius of his trainer, refusing to give up his pursuit for revenge, for his much needed redemption. But the words of Magnus have begun to sink through, which bothers him even more as he moves quicker towards the open trunk of his car, anxiously waiting for the bag slung over his shoulder to be deposited within.
Magnus: Your whole life has been spiraling downward ever since this rivalry began Jon. You’ve been going down hill for months I tell you. You’ve almost become a completely different person as a result of this vendetta against Desolation. Do you realize how many people have been hurt because of you, because of your quest to beat a man?
Jon just shakes his head and throws his bag into the trunk, when Magnus grabs him by the forearm, spinning him around so that they are eye to eye.
Magnus: Listen to me God damn you!
Jon: HE’S MORE THAN THAT!
Jon’s anger becomes very clear, shinning through his one good remaining eye, which is locked sternly on the now confused features of Magnus. The man who has instructed Jon for so long finds himself stunned by this angry reply from the former No Holds Barred Champion, who for once isn’t abiding by his wishes, or listening to his concerns in the slightest.
Magnus: What do you mean he’s more than that?
In a slow, methodical manner, Jon slides his hand over his face, running it through the stubble of hair that now hangs down from his face.
Rich: He’s just not any random opponent, some normal man…
Magnus: He’s only what you make of him!
Jon shakes his head while trying to get around his instructor, who takes him hard by the bicep, keeping him at bay.
Magnus: You’ve made him more than what he really is? You’ve made him into this big mythological beast that you can’t walk away from, that you have to slay. He’s no better than you, or me, or any other opponent you’ve faced in your career, he’s a human being.
In a fit of frustration Rich rips his arm from the grasp of Magnus and makes his way to the door, grabbing hold of the handle. He pauses for a moment then glances back at Magnus, finding it difficult to stare into his eyes.
Jon: You just don’t understand Magnus.
Magnus: Then explain it to me. Tell me what this is all about? Tell me why your risking your life, and the well being of all those who care about you, by continuing this battle, by fighting this son of a bitch in a Last Man Standing match? What do you get out of this Jon, what!?! Because right now, you remind me of nothing more than Captain Ahab chasing his big white whale no matter what the peril. And we all know what happened to him. So explain to me why you’re doing this, why you’re going to ruin yours, and the lives of others just to beat this man, just to get another victory under your belt. Is it your ego?
Rich: NO!
The door is pulled open as Jon finds himself half way in it, Magnus trying to take him by the shoulder and keep him at bay. He slides away from the hand and finds himself behind the steering wheel before scowling in his trainer’s direction, paining Magnus to have to look into his one good remaining eye.
Jon: This may have started out because of my ego, but it’s about more than that, so much more Magnus. It’s about redemption.
The door is slammed behind Jon as he starts up the car and starts to speed away, Magnus shaking his head and knocking on the window repeatedly.
Magnus: No, come on Jon, talk to me, I want to understand so that I can stop this! Talk to me Jon, talk to me!
There’s nothing he can say or do as the car pulls away, speeding out of the arena with a very pained Magnus forced to watch on. A tear is almost captured in his eye while he shakes his head, very concerned about both the mental and physical well being of the man he’s trained for so long.
Magnus: You don’t want to do this Jon, you don’t want to face him in the Last Man Standing, you don’t!
His lower lip trembles before he lowers his head and shakes it, then backs down the corridor ever so slowly.
ADAM RIDDICK VS. HURSE
"And I aint gonna be just a face in the crowd...
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud...
The crowd reacts with a highly mixed response, their emotions dragged in contrasting directions. Through the curtains now strolls Adam Riddick, not riding his usual motorcycle and not accompanied by Kassie on this occasion. Instead, much to his dismay, the man strolling out at his side is Christian Savior, not his seductively attractive wife. Riddick throws his arm into the air above his head, his fist clinched as he makes his way towards the ring, Savior strolling along at his side with the stolen X-Class title belt thrown over his shoulder. Both men look rather motivated for this evening, despite their contrasting viewpoints of their personas.
Mayne: Now here our two men who can be respected, two men who are talented more so than anyone else, besides maybe their opponents tonight. But you get the point, anyone who takes such great joy in defeating Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze have to be respected. Have to I say.
Douglas: No they don’t, they attacked Orlando and Nathan before the match could even begin at Breat….
Mayne: Have to! You must respect them, must I say!
Dan: I don….
Billy: Yes, I agree, you must respect them.
Both Riddick and Savior have slid into the ring with one another, jumping to their feet while Christian backs away from his partner, clapping his hands in a display of appreciation. Riddick glares in Savior’s direction and shakes his head in the process. That’s when the tranquil tones of Evereve’s House of the Rising Sun hits the PA system before going into a chaotic, disorientating beat. Strobe lighting flashes in conjunction with the music, bombarding the entry way in the process. The fans react with utter repulsion and disgust at the sound of these lyrics, realizing who it’s tied to as Hurse strolls through the curtains and onto the stage. The World Heavyweight title glistens over his shoulder while he motions in the direction of Riddick and Savior. The Dark Man strolls out at his side, still dressed in his tattered Jon Rich costume. Unlike Hurse, he doesn’t show any appreciation for Savior or Riddick, but strolls along behind the World Champion, apathetically displaying his No Holds Barred title in the process. As they move towards the ring Riddick and Savior are arguing amongst themselves, Christian relaying just how to play this match out. Adam is less than respectful of Savior’s advice as the World Champion jumps onto the apron, pointing in the direction of the title belt that hangs from his grasp.
Douglas: The World Champion shamefully trying to suck up to Adam Riddick here.
Mayne: No, unlike someone who is obligated to like Riddick now, Hurse is showing the man respect, respect that he deserves.
Dan: That is such utter bullshit. Hurse just doesn’t want to get his ass kicked, plain and simple.
Adam Riddick and Christian Savior stand side by side in the ring with very conflicted expressions on their faces. They seem unsure of how to react yet opt to put up a false front while Hurse steps forward and graciously extends his palm, Desolation outright refusing to do it however. Riddick stares down into the palm then rolls his eyes and slaps his own hand into the Champion’s. A large smile is frozen on Hurse’s face as he continues to shake Riddick’s hand, then steps in for a hug, extending his arms out to his sides. That’s when Adam places his palm to Hurse’s chest, shaking his head, insisting that’s crossing the line while the Champion backs away shaking his head and apologizing. All the while Desolation has slipped through the cables and onto the apron with a shake of his head, clearly disgusted by this disgusting display of brown-nosing. Christian backs away, clapping with a grin, quite pleased that Riddick and Hurse are getting along so fabulously while he vacates the ring as well. A grinning Hurse turns his back to Riddick and approaches the ropes, handing the IWC World title belt through the cables to Desolation, who is now drenched in gold. That’s when Adam steps up behind Hurse, patting him on the back as the Champion lifts his thumbs and turns towards Riddick, still smiling disgustingly only to have his grin removed by a hard closed fist to the side of his face.
Mayne: Hey wait a minute now Adam, that was completely uncalled for!
Douglas: Riddick getting out to an early advantage by busting Hurse’s jaw with a ringing right hand. He doesn’t look like he’s going to show Hurse any favoritism in this match tonight.
Hurse rolls over, holding his jaw and stepping right into a running lariat from Riddick that takes him right back down to the canvas across his spine. A stunned Hurse rises to his feet and turns towards Adam, trying to say something or beg off only to receive a vicious kick directly under the chin. This blow takes him down to the canvas once again and sends him rolling under the cables to the outside of the ring to create some space between himself and his opponent. He looks frazzled by this early assault as Desolation shouts some words of encouragement to him. Just as he gets his head straight Riddick flies over the cables and comes crashing down on top of him with a huge crossbody. Both men are sent crashing into the mats with Riddick landing directly on top of the shocked World Champion. He rolls across the mats and rises to his feet right as Desolation steps towards him, but once his and Riddick’s eyes meet the Dark Man backs away, grinning slightly. Savior steps towards Desolation and grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around then demanding to know why he was approaching Riddick. The Dark Man grins and insists he was merely going to help Adam stand up.
Meanwhile Riddick has taken Hurse by the hair, rolling him to his knees then dragging him to his feet, rolling him back into the ring. The Champion gets to all fours and crawls quickly across the ring like a helpless infant as Adam slides in, going right after him. That’s when Hurse turns onto his seat, lifting his hands into the air as if signaling for a time out then extending his palm outward in the direction of his momentarily paused opponent.
Hurse: Come on, I thought we were pals! I even came up with a super secret handshake for us and everything.
Riddick is still hesitating for a moment but then grins and nods, taking Hurse by his outstretched palm. He drags him up to his feet as Hurse is filled with a false confidence only to be dragged forward into a brutal knee lift directly to his gut. A groan comes from the Champion as he doubles over the knee of Adam who quickly steps to his side and drops back, pulling him over into a Russian Leg Sweep. As soon as Hurse hits the canvas back first Riddick floats over into a lateral press.
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A surprised Hurse shoots his shoulder from the canvas, turning away from Adam who stands and stomps him stiffly to the back of his cranium. In a state of pure horror he rolls to his knees, trying to get away from Adam who grabs him by the arm, spinning around under it and using it to drag him up to his feet. He swings around under the arm again, wrenching at it once more then bending forward and burying his shoulder into his spine. Riddick hoists Hurse into the air for a back drop suplex only to have him flip over backwards, landing on his feet behind Adam. Realizing he’s got the advantage Hurse rushes backwards into the cables, bouncing off them then coming back in at Riddick who spins around, catching him by the shins and throwing him high into the air. Hurse twists before he comes crashing down back first into the canvas with a huge back body drop. Shockwaves of anguish course through Hurse’s back as he arches it from the ring, his eyes filling with dismay.
Douglas: Adam Riddick is just dominating our World Heavyweight Champion Hurse.
Mayne: I’m conflicted now, very, very conflicted. I don’t know rather I should like this, or hate this. Maybe I should have stayed home this week so I wouldn’t have to call this match.
Dan: It might be better to simply not call any match ever again.
Hurse rises to his feet, spinning in circles while holding his spine until Riddick steps forward and kicks him to the gut. He takes hold of the back of his head and charges straight at the turnbuckle, dragging the Champion along with him and then jumping over the cables. A stunned Hurse is pulled down throat first into the top cable, causing him to bounce off and stagger in reverse, gagging terribly. Adam slides back into the ring, rising to his fee then charging forward at Hurse who suddenly catches him with a drop toe hold, planting Riddick into the canvas face first. The Renegade Rocker hits off the canvas then rolls onto his back, Hurse stepping in as quickly as his ailing body will allow only to have both of Adams’ boots lodged against his stomach. He pushed off, being sent flying backwards, crashing into the canvas while Riddick rolls in reverse to a standing base. Hurse comes rushing in quickly though, going for a lariat only to have Riddick bend down and catch him against his shoulders. A stunned, terrified Hurse is hoisted into the air, being placed in position for Adam’s version of the F5. Screams of horror come from Hurse until he reaches out, luckily being close enough to grab the top rope, keeping Adam from being able to hit him with his most powerful finishing move. Adam keeps trying to drag him off the cables but Hurse won’t let go leading him to instead deliver a death valley driver that sends him flipping over the cables to the outside of the ring. Once again Hurse finds himself crashing into the mats with force, sending him rolling across them to the barricade. He is holding his spine in tremendous pain while Desolation watches all of this with a shaking head, clearly distressed by the Champion’s pathetic performance thus far. Christian is grinning and slapping the apron, insisting that his brother stay on him.
That’s exactly what he does as he steps towards the cables and grabs the one, pulling himself over into a crossbody once again at the now standing Hurse who moves out of the way in the nick of time. Riddick has no time to response as he crashes into the mats chest and face first, the collision being quite brutal with the thud sounding throughout the arena. A groan comes from the collective fanbase while Riddick rises to his feet, covering his face with his hands and writhing in anguish after that hard collision with the mats. This has allowed time for Hurse to climb up onto the apron and rush across it, jumping over top of Riddick’s head and catching it on the way down with a blockbuster. Riddick’s body hits the mats with force, causing him to sit up and wrap his hands around his cranium in anguish.
Mayne: It’s about time that Hurse got on the advantage, and he did so in quite a brutal manner, avoiding that crossbody then delivering a swift blockbuster off the apron! I just wish these guys could get along.
Douglas: Judging by this match I think that’s a very slim possibility.
Billy: How do you know? Maybe they can get together for crumpets and tea after this match, or settle their grudge with a friendly gaze of Stratego.
Several of the fans are still booing as an exasperated Hurse rises to his feet, stepping up behind the seated Riddick and stomping him to the back of his skull. He then rushes up behind him and drops down into a hard forearm strike right to the back of his neck. Riddick grabs at his cranium while Hurse stands, taking him by the hair then rolling him over onto his knees. He steps forward and grabs both of Adam’s arms, hooking them up then hoisting him into the air with a double arm suplex that plans his opponent hard spine first into the thin protective mats. Adam sits up, arching his spine while his eyes cloud with agony, Hurse rolling into the ring then right back out of it to break up the official’s ten count. Although Chester Princeton demands he stay in the ring Hurse won’t listen, stepping towards Adam with quickness and taking hold of his hair, forcing him up to his feet. He places his hands to Adam’s chest and stomach, pressing him up into the air then dropping him down chest first into the top of the steel barricade. The Renegade turns away from the steel and staggers in the direction of the announce table, Billy Mayne quickly backing away as he protects his skull.
Mayne: Oh no, I really should have come here in my very own pope mobile.
Douglas: The fight coming over into our direction, which makes me grateful to have Billy here in order to use him as a human shield.
Adam falls back first against the announce table, using it as a crutch to keep himself up when Hurse comes charging in with tremendous quickness. That’s when Riddick steps forward, catching him by the leg, hoisting him into the air then dropping him down face first into the announce table with a flapjack. Hurse bounces off with a thud, staggering in reverse and throwing fists in all different directions in a highly disorientated state. All throughout his mindless stumbling Hurse moves towards the ring and rolls under the ropes to the inside, holding his possibly split cranium. As soon as he starts to get up Adam slides in after him, attempting to press his advantage. Just as he slips in though, Hurse charges forward and jumps into the air with a front dropkick right to Riddick’s skull. The fans react with shock at the sound of the boots striking against cranium, Adam being knocked over onto his back, holding his head in tremendous pain. Hurse quickly crawls towards him and desperately hooks his leg for the cover.
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Riddick gets his foot over the bottom rope, Hurse’s eyes welting with dismay as he rises to his feet. He steps towards the still laid out Adam, jumping into the air then coming down knee first into his face. After connecting he rolls forward across the canvas right onto his feet, then turns to face Riddick, charging forward and jumping into a forward flip, coming down back first against the Renegade’s ribs. Hurse rolls forward onto his knees and then extends his arms out to his sides before interlocking his hands behind his head, beginning to do a walking squat thrust. This results in disgust on the parts of the fans while the Champion rises with a scoff, returning his attention to Riddick who has gotten to a kneeling base. As soon as Hurse steps towards Riddick jumps forward, driving his head into the abdomen of the Master of Control, causing him to be lifted off of his feet and sent flying backwards. He crashes onto his elbows and knees, reaching for his lungs as if he had the wind knocked out of him while Riddick fights his way to a standing base, finding him in just as much pain as his opponent. The anxious Renegade charges into the cables beside his opposition, bouncing off the cables then coming back in for a running swinging neckbreaker when Hurse springs into the air, connecting with a hard spinning heel kick directly to his face. Adam is taken down to the canvas across his back with the fans reacting with disgust at the sight of Hurse getting on the advantage.
Douglas: Riddick appeared as if he was about to obtain the offensive but he was quickly shut down by the Champion.
Mayne: Both of these men are masters of their ring knowledge, they know where their opponents are at all times, and what the best way would be to counter the other’s offensive flurries. Why’s it called a flurry by the way? Flurries are the pussies of snowflakes.
Dan: Just like you and Hurse are the pussies of human beings.
A very anguish inflicted Riddick rolls to his side, trying to get up before Hurse quickly steps up behind him and drops with an elbow into the side of his neck. Adam reaches for the muscle attacking his head to his shoulder as Hurse stands then delivers a dropkick directly to the back of his head. Riddick arches his spine, the impact ravaging his already tired frame while Hurse takes him by the hair, rolling him over onto his knees. The Champion now begins to twist at his neck with the cravat, attempting to do as much damage to that cranium as humanly possible. A fire is lighten inside of Hurse’s eyes as he continues to rip and tear at the neck of Riddick, who is fighting to get to his feet and get out of this submission hold he’s trapped in. Savior is slapping the apron with both hands demanding that Riddick get up, that he fight free from this submission, while Desolation is shaking his head, in a state of clear disgust, all the while weighed down by title belts. Hurse is still ripping and tearing at Riddick’s neck, trying his best to force the submission in order to obtain the victory when Adam grabs hold of one of the arms wrapped about his cranium. He pulls it away and begins to twist his body away from Hurse, who is shaking his head and stomping his feet in a pouting manner, trying to fight Adam’s reversal. He can’t do it though as Riddick reverse the neck cravat right into the top wrist, folding Hurse’s arm backwards over his shoulder. A wail of pure agony escapes Hurse’s lungs before he stomps his foot and swings down with his arm, reversing and in the process pulling Riddick back around this time into the side headlock submission hold.
The crowd reacts with repulsion as the Champion really grinds his arms about the neck of the Renegade Rocker, who almost falls to a knee in the process. Somehow he pushes himself backwards, slipping his head free from Hurse’s side headlock and turning his spine towards his opposition. He hooks both arms from behind and pulls him down into a back slide pin. The referee drops down, immediately making the count.
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Hurse kicks out, rolling over backwards in the process right onto his knees. He lunges forward at the rising Riddick and grabs both of his arms, hooking them then dragging him up to his feet. Hurse now grunts as he throws Riddick up into the air, twisting him around so that he comes down back first right across his knee. The fans react with the modified tiger bomb back breaker that causes Riddick to land on his side grimacing in pain. Hurse bends down, grabbing hold of his shoulder and thigh then driving his knee directly into his kidney area, causing Riddick to unleash a primal roar of anguish. Realizing that he’s found a weakness on Riddick finally, Hurse pushes him over onto his gut and buries his knee into the small of his back, reaching out as he interlocks his hands around his jaw. He pulls back on it, applying a modified version of the rear chin lock that has Riddick laid out across his stomach and the knee of the Champion buried deeply into the small of his back.
Mayne: Hurse controlling Riddick now with a series of submission holds, all of which targeting a variety of body parts. A good strategy.
Douglas: Hurse could take a shit in a Dunkin’s Donuts bag and you’d still say it was great strategy.
An annoyed Dark Man shakes his head and shouts at Hurse to finish this off already because he has use to the bathroom, demanding he make this quick. Savior shakes his head in Desolation’s directions before turning back to his partner, pointing at the X-Class title belt.
Savior: Come on Riddick, if you win you might have one of these shiny belts in your immediate future.
The crowd actually finds themselves supporting Riddick who is still struggling with every ounce of strength remaining in his twisted, exhausted body to reach his feet. He starts to force himself upwards slowly while Hurse keeps his knee wedged against the small of his back, shouting out in terror the closer that Riddick comes to getting to his feet. He finally has to take his knee away from Riddick’s spine as he reaches his knees, still rearing back on his head though. Realizing he’s going to escape the hold, Hurse breaks one hand away from the jaw, beginning to drive his forearm down into Riddick’s exposed chest repeatedly. It’s a desperate attempt to inflict damage, but it seems to be effectively shutting down whatever comeback Adam had invisioned. Hurse goes for one more forearm to his chest only to have Adam catch hold of his wrist and drop forward, flipping the Champion over into a modified arm drag. Hurse ducks down and rolls forward across the canvas right onto his feet, then turns quickly towards Riddick who comes barreling forward with malicious intentions. That’s when Hurse springs into the air and meets him with a dropkick directly to the chest, taking him down to the canvas with force. The Champion lands on his knees at his side then goes quickly into the cover, the fans stunned by what they just witnessed.
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No! Riddick shoots his shoulder from the canvas again in an act of pure defiance, his will to win overcoming whatever pain rushes through his body. An aggravated Hurse sits up and glares towards Desolation at ringside.
Hurse: What do I do now?
Desolation shrugs his shoulders while Hurse stands and then jumps into the air, coming down boot first right into Riddick’s face. The shot causes Adam significant pain as he sits up, covering his head with his hands, Hurse stepping up behind him and wrapping his arms around his neck. He forces Riddick to a standing base then bends him forward, setting up for the shellshock then dropping back, flipping his opponent over backwards and sideways so that he drops right onto his feet. Instead Riddick goes into a cartwheel across the canvas directly over onto his feet. The fans react with cheers as Hurse turns to face a standing Riddick, only having time to get to his knees when Adam comes barreling forward right into a vicious kick directly to his sternum. The Champion is knocked onto his back as a result while the crowd screams with delight to see anguish inflicted upon him.
Douglas: Riddick finally scoring with a big, powerful kick that has rendered Hurse almost unconscious.
Mayne: That’s right, you got to watch out for Adam’s agility. He’s deceivingly agile for a man of his size.
A tired Riddick staggers forward into the ropes, leaning on them for support while Hurse rolls to his knees, rising to his feet as quickly as his exhausted body will allow. Riddick rushes backwards into an elbow to his face, taking him down to the canvas before he rises quickly to a standing base once more only to almost have his head taken off with a standing one legged spinning heel kick. The Champion tumbles onto his back once more and rolls to his elbows and knees, Adam still waving for him to get up. As soon as he reaches his feet, shaking his head in a highly groggy state, Riddick steps towards him and delivers a kick to his gut. The Master of Control is doubled over while Riddick takes him around the neck and pulls him around into a hard swinging neckbreaker, planting him to the canvas directly across the back of his head. Hurse sits up, reaching for his neck while Riddick stands up behind him and grabs his hair, rolling him over onto his knees once more. He drags him to his feet and places him in a front chancery, as if setting up for a big DDT. Instead of hitting it Hurse places his hands to his chest, shoving him off backwards into the cables. Riddick hits off the ropes and comes charging back in when Hurse bends forward, catching him against his chest and stomach then lifting him up into the air. The quick Adam slips off his palms and lands on his feet behind a stunned Hurse who turns around and charges at his opponent only to be caught against his shoulder. Before Hurse has time to response he’s hoisted into the air and dragged down into a spinning spinebuster that lays him out completely, Adam quickly hooking his leg.
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Hurse lobs his shoulder from the canvas with a few seconds to spare. Sweat drips from his face and already tired body as Adam stands, taking hold of his ankle and lifting up on it in order to roll Hurse over backwards onto his knees. Adam steps to his side and drags him up to his feet before wrapping his arms around his waist from the side, setting up for the gutwrench suplex. Instead of being able to hit it Hurse drives the point of his elbow into the small of Riddick’s back repeatedly, beginning to weaken his clutch on him. Hurse now swings around out of position for the gutwrench suplex and spins towards Riddick with a lariat only to be caught across the chest and pushed down backwards into a STO backbreaker. His spine cracks over Riddick’s knee, who promptly stands up, dragging Hurse back onto his feet then turning around and catching him with a hard stunner to the jaw. Hurse backs up into the cables as a result, not taken off of his feet surprisingly as he falls on the cables for support. Adam rolls over onto his knees in front of him then stands up and rushes forward, jumping into the air with a big leg lariat only for Hurse to step out of the way. This causes Riddick to rack himself on the cables, grabbing his testicles as a result while Hurse grabs his leg hanging over the ring and pushes over the cables. This causes Adam to land feet first on the apron before Hurse reaches over the cables, taking him around the neck then lifting him over the ropes into a hard vertical suplex. Adam is sent crashing hard spine first into the ring with Hurse floating over into the cover.
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Adam kicks out this time, showing the resolve that made him a former SCW Champion.
Douglas: Nothing Hurse has hit Adam Riddick with thus far has gotten him the win in this highly competitive bout. Riddick has always been one of the most resilient individuals you could come by in this business.
Mayne: You say that every time someone kicks out. If I wouldn’t fall asleep watching these shows, I’d go through them and keep track of how many times you call someone resilient and probably catch carpel tunnel syndrome as a result.
Dan: Well, it’s true!
On the outside of the ring Christian covers his face in a truly distraught manner, becoming very flustered with his partner’s poor performance as he sees it. His attention is completely distracted from the individual rapidly approaching him, none other than a flustered Robin Brooks. The Black Widow moves towards the man who stole possession of her X-Class title belt, staring scornfully at the strap hanging over Christian’s shoulder. She grabs Christian by the shirt, spinning him around and stepping right up into his face, pointing her finger at him while shouting in anger.
Robin: I’ve waited long enough for you to come to your senses, now give me back what’s mine. Give me back my title!!
Robin reaches out for her X-Class title belt, trying to grab it only for Christian to pull away, shaking his head with a very smug grin on his face. He lifts the belt out in front of Robin, as if giving it to her, yet when she reaches out to take it he pulls it back, laughing hilariously in the process. A very exhausted Hurse rises to his feet with his legs cutting out beneath him while his eyes are drawn to the argument between Brooks and Christian at ringside over the stolen X-Class title belt. In a bitter manner the World Champion storms in the direction of the cables, sticking his head through them and surprisingly shouting at Robin instead of Savior.
Hurse: Get your ass to the back Brooks! Stop starting arguments with our new friends!
Robin: But he’s got my title BELT!
Hurse: I DON’T CARE, GO BACKSTAGE NO….
Before he can finish his statement he’s grabbed around the waist, Riddick dropping back and rolling the Master of Control over in reverse. He ends up seated on the back of Hurse’s thighs and holding his belt line as the official drops and makes the count to screams from the fans.
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Everyone in the building reacts with tremendous applause as Adam Riddick has just picked up a victory over Hurse, who kicks out a split second too late. He drops onto his side while Adam falls to the canvas, rolling away from the stunned World Champion.
Dan: Riddick has done it, he’s done it! He’s just pinned Hurse!
Mayne: But Hurse was distracted by that minx Robin Brooks, damn her curvy hide! I knew she was going to bring down the Alpha Generation, I just knew it!
The reaction from the crowd is indescribable as Hurses sits up, his hands sliding his sweaty hair and clear shock present in his eyes, unable to believe that he just lost this match, the first loss he’s taken in almost a solid year. He drops to his face and begins to pound the canvas with the sides of his fists in anger while Riddick has risen to his feet, his arms hoisted high in the air, celebrating what was a hard fought victory. Robin looks on with her mouth hanging open, completely forgetting about her stolen title belt as she realizes what she just did, sliding into the ring and moving towards Hurse in an attempt to console him. She pats him on the back and begins to whisper reassuring words to him when Hurse shoves her away, knocking her onto her posterior as a result. He rises to his feet and slowly begins to approach her, his finger shaking the closer he gets to her, all the while Riddick is standing on the corner with his arms raised aloft in victory, Christian still clapping and Desolation watching on in a state of utter repulsion. Hurse is still pointing down in Robin’s direction in a highly threatening manner, tears almost in his eyes over the fact that she distracted him long enough to be rolled up for the loss. As he bends forward, reaching out for her, Riddick grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around and decking Hurse so hard to the face that it sends him crashing to the canvas. Adam points and shouts at Hurse now while Savior watches on in distress, clearly not liking Riddick’s noble act out of protection for Robin Brooks. Adam clearly didn’t want to see any harm come to the innocent young woman when Desolation comes up from behind Riddick and blasts him over the back with the N.H.B Championship. The impact knocks him to all fours while Desolation begins to club him repeatedly over the spine.
Douglas: Things breaking down here between the Rogue Squadron and the Alpha Generation. So much for being on the same page, bridging the gap as Hurse put it.
Mayne: No, don’t fight, don’t fight each other over Robin Brooks. She’s like that chick in that homoerotic Troy movie, destroying alliances and bringing down whole countries.
Dan: Adam doing the right thing and coming to Robin’s aid before any harm could come to her at the hands of Hurse.
Billy: Who asked him to be Mr. Nobility?
The crowd is screaming as Savior takes a deep breath and now rolls into the ring, dropping the X-Class title belt and grabbing Desolation by the shoulder. He spins him around and begins to deliver repeated closed fist strikes into his face, Desolation responding with shots of his own. All the while Robin rolls out of the ring to the outside mats, backing up the ramp with disbelief, unable to believe what she caused. Her hands slide into her hair, her head shaking in a distraught state as the Alpha Generation and the Rogue Squadron continue to come to blows in the ring. Hurse rises to his feet in front of the cables, holding his jaw when Riddick charges forward, driving his shoulder into his gut and knocking him through the cables. Both men spill to the outside mats while the frazzled official shrugs then turns, calling for the bell, officially starting Desolation vs. Christian Savior.
CHRISTIAN SAVIOR VS. DESOLATION
Desolation and Savior are still throwing fists into one another’s faces with the fans going wild. Not surprisingly, giving his body is like a rock, Desolation is getting the better of his opponent, lobbing fist after fist into Christian’s face and slowly backing him up as a result towards the turnbuckle. That’s when Christian turns and lobs a knee directly into Desolation’s ribs, bending him over forward as a result. Savior steps in and connects with a hard European Uppercut to the Dark Man’s jaw, causing him to stand up straight and stagger in reverse. Christian backs up then rushes forward with a another European Uppercut to the jaw of the Dark Man, knocking him backwards into the turnbuckle, which he falls against for support.
Douglas: And it looks like we’re going to see Desolation and Christian Savior one on one right now after all the violence in the last bout.
Mayne: Stop this guys, stop this, your all suppose to be on the same page dammit!
With Desolation prone in the corner, Savior winds up his arm and comes charging in for another big, devastating Euro uppercut. Desolation steps out of the corner with a spear to his gut though, knocking Savior’s legs out from under him and sending him crashing onto his back. A quick Dark Man scoots up to his opponent’s side and begins to deliver repeated fists into his face, placing him in almost a side headlock while doing so. The official starts a five count, demanding Desolation stop this before he’s disqualified, but the Dark Man won’t listen. He just continues pounding him in the face repeatedly while the official starts a five count. That’s when Christian rolls away from Desolation, causing him to be sent into a roll across the canvas right onto his knees. An enraged Dark Man stands and throws a lariat at Christian who was charging in only for Savior to duck it. He swings around behind Desolation and wraps his arms around his waist, setting up for some type of German suplex perhaps. That’s when Desolation rushes forward into the cables, dragging Christian along with him then diving through the ropes. As he does this he pulls Christian throat first into the top cable, who was trying to hang onto the waist of his opponent. Christian bounces off the ropes and is sent flying backwards, landing on his spine and wrapping his hands about his throat.
On the outside of the ring Hurse is being backed up the ramp with repeated closed fists from Savior before those same guards in the riot gear come charging out, getting between both men. They form a wall between the Champion and the man who just defeated him in the ring while inside the squared circle Savior has pushed himself up into a crawling base. He barely has time to stand when Desolation slides through the ropes then comes running in with a hard running boot directly to his face. The sheer force of the impact knocks Christian onto his back, covering his face from the sheer stiffness of the strike while Desolation spins around to face him. He rushes forward and jumps into the air, catching tremendous height for an elbow drop only to have Savior roll out of the way. As a result Desolation’s elbow meets with full force against the canvas, as well as his back, causing him to sit up and grimace in slight pain. He reaches up and takes hold of the fake bandage over his eye, ripping it off and throwing it down at the canvas. This is before Savior comes barreling forward with a knee to the side of his cranium, the blow knocking him almost unconscious upon impact. He is knocked onto his spine as a result while Savior turns his back towards him and then performs a standing moonsault, crashing down on top of Desolation then hooking his leg.
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Desolation powers out of the pinfall, turning away from Savior in the process who rises to his knees and grabs the Dark Man by the hair, beginning to rifle off with repeated right hands into his forehead. Savior is attempting to do as much damage to his opponent as possible as Desolation reaches up digging his fingers into the eyeballs of his opponent. A roar comes from Christian who tries to swipe the hands away from his eyes, reaching down and fishhooking the face of the Dark Man as well. The official steps in, starting a double five count on both men, about to disqualify them when they both break away from each other.
Billy: This is not good, this is not good whatsoever. These two teams are suppose to be building some type of unity, not trying to rip off one another’s faces. That’s the complete opposite of what they’re suppose to be doing. Why can’t they just resolve their problems over a few beers?
Douglas: I don’t think they’re going to be inviting one another to each other’s barbeques after tonight’s telecast.
Savior slides towards Desolation and slaps his palm down over his throat, trying to strangle him while shaking his head repeatedly. His hair flies in all different directions while the Dark Man gags horribly, the official stepping in and starting another five count. Before he can reach four, Savior takes his hand away from Desolation’s throat and steps in with a jumping knee drop directly into his face. Desolation’s body kicks up into the air as a result before he finds himself sitting up on the canvas, grabbing his forehead, Christian stepping around in front of him. He moves in with a kick directly to his chest only to have Desolation catch it and drop backwards, pulling Christian down to the canvas as a result. Savior lands on all fours with Desolation rolling over backwards with his arms still wrapped about his opposition’s shins. He stands and takes hold of both of Savior’s legs, trying to wrap them around one another in an attempt to hit his brutal Curb Stomp. Savior pushes himself up onto his elbows and flails his legs before crashing towards the ropes, throwing his arms around them, his jaw falling over the bottom cable. Desolation breaks up his attempt at the Curb Stomp and steps forward, placing his knee to the back of Christian’s head and forcing him down throat first into the cable. The aggravated official commences with another five count.
Desolation removes his knee from the back of Jon’s head and wraps his arms around his noggin, placing him in a side headlock as he drags him up to his feet. Savior’s forehead is placed against the top rope, Desolation stepping sideways and dragging his flesh across the cable to the utter delight of the Dark Man, inflicting as much pain with as many blatant underhanded tactics as it takes to win this match. The official shouts at Desolation to stop this until he shoves Christian directly into the corner back first. An intense Dark Man drills him across the chin repeatedly, popping him in the skull as many times as he can before Savior takes him by the back of the cranium and switches positions with him. Instead Desolation finds himself in the corner with Savior jabbing him to the jaw repeatedly. Passion and anger can be seen mixed in the fiery eyes of the Rising Phoenix with each blow he connects with. That’s when the Dark Man’s eyes become equally as enlivened, stepping out of the corner and drilling Savior to the sternum with a chop, followed by another stiff strike to his chest. Each blow causes Christian to stagger backwards while Desolation comes after him with another knife edge that sends Savior crashing onto his back as a result.
Dan: What a hellacious series of knife edge chops from Desolation, who has cut the legs out from under Savior as a result.
Mayne: So much violence in this match, why can’t these two just come together under a common platform. They need to find someone they both hate equally and thus unite against them. Kill whitie!
Savior rolls across the canvas, holding his sternum while Desolation grabs him around the jaw, leading him up to his feet. Desolation seems intent on further blistering Savior’s sternum as he goes for another chop that this time Christian ducks under. He ends up behind Desolation who spins to face him only to be gouged in his eyes with the thumbs of the possessor of the stolen X-Class title. With Desolation dazed Savior springs into the air, dropkicking him to the chest and sending him crashing to the canvas back first as a result. A truly enraged Christian stands up and blows spit from his nostril down into Desolation’s face only to have the Dark Man suddenly sit up and lob a closed fist directly up into his chin. The sheer force of the jab causes Christian to stand up right and back into the cables as a result. Desolation uses this fleeting opportunity to stand up before Christian bounces off the cables and jumps into the air, blasting him to the face with a leg lariat. The sheer force of the kick sends Desolation spiraling backwards, falling between the cables. That’s when the front of his shins hit the top rope and cause him to be launched right back into a standing base, charging forward directly at Christian with a running lariat. Christian promptly ducks out of the way then stands up behind the Dark Man, catching him around the neck before ultimately dragging Savior down into a reverse neckbreaker.
Douglas: Savior somehow countering Desolation’s attempted comebacks and putting him down with some very hard hitting maneuvers.
Mayne: Every maneuver is hard hitting, these guys aren’t going to throw a move that considered weak.
Dan: Your right, otherwise it have something in common with your weakly structured dialogue.
Savior slides over top of Desolation’s chest and begins to jab his face repeated from the mounted position. He hits him with one face and then the other, not letting up until Desolation reaches out, placing his fingers into Christian’s mouth. He rams his fingers down Savior’s throat as far as they will go while the Rogue Squadron member grabs his wrist, trying to pull the hand out of his mouth. Both men begin to rise to their feet with Desolation still ramming his fingers down his game opponent’s throat, the official stepping in and starting a five count on the Dark Man, who is still not listening. That’s when Savior kicks Desolation low, right around the testicle area, causing him to bend forward while the referee jumps in his direction, shouting at him furiously over his actions and bending of the rules.
Savior plays it off while Desolation is bent forward, holding his pelvis in a state of pure pain. Now Christian shoves the official aside and rushes forward, being caught against the Dark Man’s shoulder, who stands and throws him up high into the air. Savior tries to reach out and grasp at anything possible only to eventually collide with the canvas spine first, with incredible force and velocity. A roar emanates from the lungs of Christian, who sits up and reaches for his spinal column. An intense Dark Man spins around to face his back and steps towards him with great speed. He takes Savior around the jaw, rolling him to his knees then forcing him up to his feet.
As soon as Savior gets up Desolation jabs him to the face, then does it again, the cranial collisions knocking him backwards a few begs. Desolation now grabs him around the neck, snapmaring him over seat first onto the canvas before delivering a devastating buzzsaw kick to his sternum, then stepping behind him and delivering the exact same stiff strike to his upper back. Christian arches forward when Desolation steps around in front of him, spinning around into a hard back heel kick directly to his face. These hard strikes completely render Christian unconscious before the Dark Man turns and jumps into the air, coming down with a double stomp directly into his abdomen. Christian begins to convulse on the canvas while wrapping his hands around his stomach, Desolation landing on his feet and stumbling forward into the cables.
Douglas: And Desolation just about kills Christian Savior with that lethal combination of kicks. This man uses his feet better than perhaps anyone on the roster.
Mayne: And there such attractive feet too, believe me, I know, I’m a foot connoisseur, just check out that fetish website I opened.
Dan: I’ve checked it out already Billy, and the second the midgets show up dressed as Leprechauns and holding Crisco grease, I swore I’d never go back again.
Billy: Leprechauns create drama, and as thus Warwick Davis should have won an oscar.
Desolation steps slowly towards Savior, appearing as if he’s greatly enjoying himself now, in no hurry whatsoever to go for a pinfall. Just as Savior gets to his knees, Desolation swings around for a buzzsaw kick aimed at his cranium only to have Christian duck it. He places his hands to Desolation’s posterior and shoves him forward directly into the cables, the Dark Man hitting off of them and coming back in with a blistering basement dropkick right to the face. A loud groan goes up from the fans at the sight of Christian’s face almost being destroyed by that dropkick, Desolation rolling away from him onto his feet then charging forward. He jumps into the air and extends his back, intending to drop it right to Christian’s ribs when he rolls out of the way in the nick of time. This causes Desolation back to be driven against the ring with Christian standing up behind him and rushing forward into a kick directly against his spine. Desolation arches his back while Christian bites his lower lip and begins to kick him to the spine over and over again. The features of Christian are contorted into a rage driven expression, taking solace in delivering stiff kick after kick to the Dark Man, paying him back for those earlier strikes. He now steps in and chops him right across the back of the neck, causing Desolation to be bent forward while grabbing at his cranium.
Mayne: Savior really unloading on Desolation with those lethal kicks, I can’t stand to watch this anymore, I just can’t!
Douglas: Then please, pleeeeassee leave already, no one is forcing you to be here, in fact it was medically implied that you shouldn’t be here.
Billy: If I listened to the advice of doctors I’d still be wearing a football helmet everywhere I go, and I don’t want an inspirational Disney movie made about my life and produced by Jerry Bruckheimer, I’d rather die first.
A tired Desolation rises to his feet under power that is not his own, Savior dragging him to a standing base then delivering a knee to his mid-section. He takes hold of Desolation’s wrist and whips him with tremendous force directly at the turnbuckle. The Dark Man charges at the corner then jumps into the air, surprisingly showing agility as he lands feet first on the second rope, only to have Christian charge in directly behind him and deliver a dropkick to the back of one of his knees. The dropkick causes Desolation to tumble backwards, slamming into the canvas across the back of his head, his legs stuck over the ropes as a result, trapped between the middle and top ones. A still infuriated Christian steps towards Desolation and takes him around the neck, placing him in almost a reverse DDT position before lifting him up into the air. He’s extended out over the canvas, stuck between the arm of Savior and his legs which dangle over the second ropes. That’s when Christian drops down into a reverse sit-out DDT, dragging Desolation down off the cables directly across the back of his head into the canvas. The fans react with shock as Desolation’s head crashes into the canvas with such impact, Christian turning and hooking both of his legs. He now lifts his legs and places his shins over the middle cable
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Desolation lobs his shoulder from the canvas at the very last second, Christian nagged that he didn’t get the pinfall even with his legs providing extra leverage. Now takes Desolation around the neck, rolling him to his knees and then driving a forearm over the back of his head, the already hurting Dark Man scooting forward across his knees on the canvas. Savior steps up behind him and takes him around the neck, bridging him up to his feet almost then dropping him with a laid out version of the reverse DDT this time. Desolation crashes hard into the canvas across his spine while Savior crawls forward, taking him around the legs and pulling back on them for the pinfall.
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Again Desolation refuses to be beaten by lifting his shoulder from the canvas, clear frustration weighing thickly on Savior’s face. He rises to his feet slowly and jumps into the air, coming down boot first directly into Desolation’s shoulder. The Dark Man begins to convulse as a result, reaching for his shoulder while Christian now stomps him to the chest, and then to the leg. He’s making his way around him with stomp after stomp to the body, attempting to inflict a tremendous amount of damage in the process.
Mayne: How could Savior drop Desolation on the back of his head and take such pleasure in brutalizing him with these stomps? Doesn’t he realize how much he and the Dark Man have in common? For one, they both hate Desolation, and secondly, ummm, uhhh, they use to play Donkey Kong?
Douglas: I think that might be reaching Billy, I don’t believe Desolation would ever play a game without some form of physical violence.
Billy: Your telling me having barrels thrown at you by an angry gorilla isn’t violent, it is, believe me, I’ve faced that problem so many times before.
Dan: I refuse to ask any type of follow up questions.
Desolation is really gripping at his neck while sitting up, Savior grabbing him around his head and forcing him up to his feet, setting him up in that reverse DDT position again. That’s when Christian spins around, going for a rolling cutter only for Desolation pull his head free at the last second and instead trap Savior in the reverse DDT position. He now lifts Christian up into the air surprisingly and allows him to float over his shoulder out of the reverse suplex position. However, as Savior comes down Desolation takes him around the neck, dropping down into a stunner. The jaw of the Rising Phoenix hits off the shoulder of the Dark Man as he stands up, staggering about, only to have Desolation roll towards him and take his legs out from under him as a result. Christian spills onto his chest and stomach while Desolation rolls forward across the canvas at his opponent’s side, ending up seated in front of him then spinning around, wrapping his arm about his neck. Desolation forces Savior up to a standing base then reaches out, hooking his leg, setting up for a fisherman suplex before lifting up into the air onto his shoulder. That’s when Savior twists his body and floats over his shoulder, landing on his feet behind his back, waiting for Desolation to spin around and face him. Just as the No Holds Barred title holder turns to face his opponent, Savior jumps into the air, taking him around the neck for the diamond cutter. Desolation places his hand to Christian’s chest though, shoving him down off the diamond cutter position, sending him crashing to his back across the canvas. As soon as he hits the ring, Savior grabs him by one of his legs that have been launched into the air, using to roll him over backwards onto his chest and stomach. He now tries to wrap Savior’s legs around his own in order to hit the Curb Stomp. To the shock of the fans Christian is able to duck his head and roll forward in the nick of time, avoiding it and then rushing forward at Desolation who jumps into the air for the leg lariat.
Christian rolls under the leg right onto his feet then turns to face Desolation rushing in with a spear attempt when he’s kicked directly to the face, causing him to stand upright in a very disorientated state. Desolation rushes forward when Christian jumps into the air, twisting his body around and wrapping his legs around the Dark Man’s waist. He pulls him over into a forward roll, seated on top of Desolation’s chest and holding down the back of his legs.
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Desolation launches his shoulder from the canvas, a stunned Christian falling onto his back, asking himself what it will take to finish off his seemingly indestructible opponent.
Douglas: Savior again thinking he had the pinfall there with a split second counter. What a night of wrestling action Riot! has been.
Mayne: The parts I haven’t fallen asleep on were actually watch-able at best.
The crowd somehow have found themselves cheering on this match even though they fail to support either man in this grueling contest of wills. Both Christian and Desolation rise to their feet, the two already spent after a very physical onslaught and now finding themselves throwing forearms into one another’s faces. The Dark Man steps forward and blasts Christian to the jaw with a forearm only for Savior to return with an equally as devastating shot of his own. They go back and forth like this for several moments with the crowd watching on intently when their reaction changes at the sight of Jon Rich’s manager Magnus materializing through the curtains. A mixed response is heard from the fans as he finds himself almost wondering down the ramp in the direction of Desolation, shouting out to catch his attention.
Mayne: What the hell is that conspirator doing out here?
Douglas: What do you mean by conspirator?
Billy: I’m just like JFK, there was a whole conspiracy set in place to take me out at Breathless, Jon Rich wasn’t a lone gunmen, you can tell just by looking at his hairline.
Desolation throws another forearm into Christian’s face then takes him by the wrist, attempting to whip him into the cables. However, Savior turns and reverses it, instead sending the Dark Man rushing into the ropes. As he bounces off and comes back in Christian jumps into the air for what looks to be a Lou Thez Press. Unfortunately for him he’s caught right on top of Desolation’s shoulder, who stands up, at first looking to be going for a spinebuster but instead allowing him to slip over his shoulder. Savior slides down his back and is caught around the neck as Desolation jumps into the air, connecting with the Brand X, planting the Rising Phoenix into the canvas right across the top of his skull, the fans reacting with a surprisingly loud ovation. Christian sits up, knocked through a loop before tumbling onto his side, Desolation sitting on the canvas in an exasperated manner. Just as he is about to go for the pin his eyes shoot towards Magnus, who finally shouted loud enough to be heard. A very devious glint fills his eyes while rising to his knees and crawling towards the ropes, shooting a very devious stare in the direction of Jon’s long time manager.
Desolation: What the fuck are you doing here?
Magnus: Please Desolation, call off the Last Man Standing match, I’m begging you, please call it off!
Desolation rolls under the ropes, not even caring about his match anymore and approaching Magnus slowly. He sticks his palms out in front of himself and continues to try and reason with Desolation out of the best interest for Rich.
Magnus: Desolation, I’m reasoning with you man to man here, you can’t go through with this match, please stop it before you do something to Rich, or he does something to you, that your both going to regret for the rest of your lives.
Desolation: Sell your song and dance routine somewhere else, I’m not interested in hearing it! The only thing that interests me about you is the look I’ll see in your eyes while you watch Jon Rich bleed and breath desperately for those last gasps of oxygen. I want to see you watching as I render him incapable of ever competing again, as all your years of hard work in molding him are flushed down the toilet!
Magnus backs up the ramp slowly, shaking his head as the intense Desolation moves towards him, describing with great joy the unspeakable acts he’ll commit against the former N.H.B Champion.
Mayne: Yeah, you tell him Desolation, you tell Magnus what your going to do to that peon, that cowardly bastard!
Douglas: I know Magnus’ intentions are noble, but he really needs to keep his nose out of Jon’s business, and let him make his own choices.
Billy: Don’t you mean, let him make his own mistakes?
As Magnus backs up the ramp with a hobble, Desolation closing in on him and joyful describing the horror Rich is going to suffer in the Last Man Standing, the official in the ring has no choice but to start a ten count. The Dark Man fails to take notice that he’s being counted out the closer he gets to Magnus, and the more he embellishes on the physical state he’ll leave Jon in at Extinction.
Mayne: Hey wait a minute Desolation, turn back to the ring, get back in it before your counted out!
Douglas: He’s zeroed in on Magnus now, he doesn’t even hear the official about to disqualify him.
Christian shakes his head and sits up, looking around then at the official who has reached a count of six then shrugging his shoulders. He falls onto his back once more and acts unconscious as the official reaches a count of 8 now. Finally in the middle of mid rant Desolation glances over his shoulder and realizes that he’s being counted out by the referee. He turns and gives a bitter glance in the direction of Magnus who still has his palm stuck out, trying to explain himself. The angered Dark Man won’t toy with this aged instructor any longer as he turns and rushes straight at the ring, jumping up onto the apron, but it’s too late as the referee has reached a count of 10.
Mayne: He was in the ring, he was in the ring!!
Douglas: No he wasn’t, Desolation has just been counted out of this match thanks to the distraction by Magnus!
Billy: See, it’s a conspiracy, a damned conspiracy!
The bell rings on the official’s cue while Desolation remains on the apron, glaring at him through the cables with a very enraged expression on his face. His skin shakes, moving in repulsion while Savior suddenly sits up with a huge smile on his face, raising his arms in victory. The referee takes him by the wrist while Christian turns, pointing at Desolation and laughing in his direction before rolling away from the official. The Dark Man slips into the ring and storms to the center of it, glaring at Savior who has rolled under the ropes to the outside, his arms still lifted high above his head in victory, taking a win any way he can, and doing so proudly. He wipes the sweat from his forehead and flicks it into the direction of Desolation who just lurks in the center of the ring, nodding slowly with a very twisted smile on his features.
Douglas: Desolation losing tonight via count out, this has certainly not been a productive telecast for the Alpha Generation tonight, but the same certainly can’t be said for the Rogue Squadron, who continue to be red hot.
Mayne: I should be angry because Desolation lost via count out, but he lost to Christian Savior. Man, this whole show has just been a train wreck, someone pull the plug already and save us from this disaster, I don’t know what to think, or believe. My brain is about to explode.
Dan: When isn’t it? We may have seen some great in ring action but once again nothing has been resolved here as there seems to be a budding issue between the Rogue Squadron and the Alpha Generation.
Desolation continues to stare at Savior now with a lack of emotion as he approaches the ring and snatches his stolen X-Class title belt off the mats. He lifts it into the air then thrusts it over his shoulder while backing up the ramp towards Magnus who is still standing on the stage with a truly surprised expression on his face. That’s before he feels the cold, disturbing gaze of Desolation centered over him, sending a shiver down his back. Instead of weakening Desolations will to brutalize Jon, he may have had the opposite effect, strengthening the Dark Man’s resolve to inflict damage on his protégé. Magnus swallows deeply and stares back at Desolation before beginning to shake his head.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
PLEASE, LEARN HOW TO WRESTLE PROPERLY BEFORE YOU KILL KAZARIAN
UNWANTED AFFECTION
Shawn Logan marches through the backstage corridor with a very bewildered, befuddled expression weighing heavily on his face. He seems to be talking to himself in the form of whispers while moving slowly down the corridor, trying to make sense out of something. Before he has the opportunity to properly deduce this mystery that plagues him he finds himself face to face, well, actually stomach to face with his much shorter opponent River Angelus. The irritated Angelus glares up in the direction of Shawn’s eyes, and almost gets knocked over in the process, Logan failing to realize he was there at first. But once he bumps into him he comes to an abrupt halt and finds himself staring with the same befuddlement down into River’s face, as well as the eyes of the Shakespearean skull held in his outthrust palm.
Logan: Whoa, watch it River. You realize the last time you got in my path I had to scrape you off the bottom of my shoe with a penny.
River scowls at Logan, and points his trembling skull in his direction before realizing he’s still holding it to complete his costume.
Angelus: Why do I still have this damn thing?
The skull is quickly tossed over his shoulder while River begins to lecture Logan about his previous actions.
River: What were you thinking going out there and interfering in Sean Johnson’s match? Have you no idea what you may have done? Don’t you realize that never works? It just has the opposite effect by driving our potential teammate further away.
Shawn: I don’t think it had that effect River….
Angelus: Your not paid to think, in fact, I don’t think I’ve actually ever paid you at all, and when I have, it’s been in the form of unexploded popcorn kernels. Now shut up and listen, after all, I’m the wrestling veteran here, and you’re my bright, yet apathetic rookie partner, so technically that means you should be listening to me instead of going off and doing things on your own. I’m the brains, you’re the muscle.
This description is a bit off putting to Logan, who steps away from his partner with even more on his mind than before.
Logan: Whoa, when was this decided?
River: When your mother and father started pumping you full of all those growth hormones. Look, you’re the big guy, therefore you’re the muscle, I’m the small one, which implies I have a bigger brain, and we all know I already have the looks between the two of us as well. Now just listen, what you did out there was a mistake Logan, you don’t interfere in someone’s match if they didn’t ask you too first. There are other ways to ensure that we’ll get Sean Johnson to join us, rather he wants to at first or not. It just takes time…
Shawn: Why are we going through all this for some piece of trash like Sean Johnson anyway? Sure he’s a veteran, sure he’s feuded with Curtis Jack, a man you were never particularly fond of…..
Angelus: Try teaming with the son of a bitch.
Logan: Other than that, why do we have even the slightest bit of interest in him?
River smirks slightly and begins to explain his reasoning when Sean Johnson appears out of nowhere, throwing his arm over Logan’s shoulders and stepping to his side. He slaps him on the chest with a huge, cheesy grin on his face, glaring between both River and Shawn. Confliction mixed with confusion sets into the features of Angelus, unsure of what to make of Johnson’s smirk, as well as his apparent friendliness, given what just happened in the ring. Shawn appears incredibly awkward over Johnson’s abrupt change in behavior and close proximity to his body.
Shawn: Umm, hi?
Logan awkwardly waves in the direction of Johnson, who is still smiling with every tooth shinning through his upturned lips.
Johnson: Howdy fellas, what are my buddies up to?
The still sweating Johnson throws a towel over his shoulder as he continues to smirk and stare between both men, pulling Logan a little closer with his arm hooked around his neck. Logan’s eyes dart back and forth, as if unnerved by Johnson’s behavior.
Shawn: We were actually about to leave.
Johnson steps back with a huge grin and slaps his palms together excitedly.
Sean: Wonderful, where are we going buds?
His palms are now on both men’s shoulders as Angelus and Logan glare at one another in a highly disturbed state.
River: Um, I have no idea yet.
Johnson: Great, just great! Give me five minutes to take a shower and get changed and I’ll go out with you guys, my new bestest buds!
Strangely Sean almost seems to be hugging both men around their necks before turning and taking off down the corridor. He does so quickly, as if he doesn’t want them to have to wait on him very long. All that River and Logan can do is turn and watch him rush off down the corridor, Angelus lifting his finger to say something then becoming abruptly quiet. Logan reaches up to scratch at the back of his head but then stops and tries to form a sentence, only to find no words coming out to explain his emotions.
River: Why was that so creepy?
Logan: I don’t know, but I suddenly feel like I need to take a shower.
Shawn trembles and rubs at his arms as if he’s getting cold chills all throughout his body.
PAT EVANS VS. ORLANDO CRUZE
”You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell hits the PA system and leads into a massive pop from the crowd. Everyone jumps out of their seats and starts to scream as loud as they possibly can. The lights dim and 'Cruze' flashes rapidly on the video screen. Down either side of the rampway white strobe lights flicker as Orlando strides through the curtain and to the top of the ramp. He looks one way and then the other before walking down the ramp-way and to the ring, each strobe light extinguishing, and the arean lights getting bright with every step. As he reaches the bottom he slides under the bottom rope and stands centre of the ring with his arms out-streched taking in the crowd reaction. He then motions for something from the ring announcer, a microphone quickly being dispatched to the palm of his hand.
Douglas: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and as you can see Orlando Cruze is in the ring and boy does he ever look fired up tonight after everything that happened in the past couple weeks.
Mayne: He better fired up, he better be dammit, I didn’t drag myself away from my hospital bed to watch him suck.
Dan: You didn’t drag yourself out of a hospital bed, you’ve been sitting at home watching episodes of Happy Days all week long since your apparent injury.
Billy: How dare you, the injuries I sustained may have given me a permanent concussion, or what the doctors call a permicussion.
Douglas: You just made that up didn’t you?
An intense Icon stomps across the ring with the mic gripped tightly in his palm while he slowly raises it to his lips.
Orlando: Well fans, I imagine that some of you want an explanation for what happened at Breathless, how I could let everyone down by succumbing to the diamond cutter from Christian Savior. And while each and everyone of you deserve an explanation for my atrocious performance, and my monumental letdown, you’ll unfortunately have to wait just a little while longer. The reason being is that I have a more pressing matter to discuss, and it relates to Too Magnificent.
A loud ovation is heard from the fans at the sound of this name, Orlando nodding his head and actually forcing a grin to his face in the process.
Billy: Oh no, not more of this Too Magnificent non sense. I should still be sitting at home eating chicken soup and watching Walker Texas Ranger.
Douglas: And we wished you actually did decide to do that instead of coming back to work early. Orlando and Nathan have taken a strong stance on what happened to Too Magnificent, and aren’t going to back down apparently until he’s rehired by the IWC.
The crowd is riled up at the mere mention of Too Magnificent while Orlando overlooks them with a big grin plastered on his face.
Orlando: That’s right, I’m referring to everyone’s favorite trashcan wielding maniac. That actually sounds like a good Fox sitcom character. Anyway, Nathan and I have taken it upon our extremely broad shoulders to ensure that the legendary Too Magnificent gets his job back in the IWC, a job that was stolen from him by two malicious bottom feeding hoes who can’t get over the fact that they lost us. I hate to think though, that I’m somehow responsible for Too Mag losing my job. After all, he would have never been put in that contract match if it wasn’t for Sallie’s blatant hatred for me. But in a way I’m thankful that match happened, because I think it reawakened the old Too Magnificent, it brought back the monster who had a real passion for this company. I saw it in his eyes, I saw that hunger again, and I won’t let his renewed passion be taken away from him. That’s why I think I, and everyone of you fans, should show just how much we want Too Magnificent to get his job back here in the IWC. Come on, let’s do it fans, let’s show those tampon stuffing bosses of ours how much we really appreciate that trashcan wielding freak of nature. “We want Too Mag,” “we want Too Mag,” “we want Too Mag!”
Orlando stomps his foot and shakes his empty clinched fist out to his side in conjunction with every word that he says. Slowly the fans begin to repeat his words, until everyone in the building is chanting.
Fans: We want Too Mag!
We want Too Mag
We want Too Mag
We want Too Mag!
Orlando smiles while nodding, pleased with the reaction as he keeps them chanting.
Fans: We want Too Mag!
We want Too….
“Outsider” plays throughout the arena, rudely interrupting the chants and causing Orlando’s eyes to shoot towards the entry way. Intensity is clear in his twisted face as the lights dim and fade to black. After a few moments of the opening piano chord being played, a spotlight shines down on Pat Evans as he walks out from the back. The crowd cheers/boos/whatever you want them to do as he makes his way down, but Evans merely ignores their fanfare and walks up to the ring. He looks up at it before walking to the steel steps. He then walks along the apron and enters the ring. He takes off his black trenchcoat, placing it on the top rope in the far corner before pacing the ring as his music fades out. All the while Orlando fails to remove his eyes from the man who will now challenge Chapel for the Cartel Championship at Extinction.
Douglas: Talk about your proverbial buzz-kill.
Mayne: It’s about time somebody came out here to make Orlando shut up, I’m getting so flustered with being forced to hear him talk.
Dan: Orlando standing up for something he believes in, but does Pat have any respect for that? Of course he doesn’t, not in the slightest. This man has no respect for anything, rather it be competitors here in this company, or title matches, which he ruined at Breathless.
The crowd suddenly starts cheering rather loudly as the camera transitions to take in the sight of both Axl Evermore and MAX seated behind the barricade in the front row, proudly displaying their purchased tickets. Evans’ almost creepy gaze centers on the two members of Fully Loaded located at ringside, causing him to become rather bitter that they’ve found a loophole to stay in the building.
Dan: Well look at this Billy, Axl Evermore and MAX are still here, I don’t think they ever left since S.K gave them the night off earlier.
Mayne: What the? How do these people always find available front row tickets for the show? How I ask, how!?!
An eerie Evans steps out of the corner slowly while Orlando shrugs his shoulders and throws down his microphone. A slight grin can be seen on Pat’s face while Orlando holds his palms out, trying to explain that it was kind of rude for him to interrupt what he was just doing. He does this politely before he delivers a hard strike directly to the jaw of Evans, knocking him backwards. The Icon steps forward and blasts him across the chin, then does it again, and again. Each strike knocks Pat in reverse with shock before the Icon takes him by the wrist, whipping him directly into the turnbuckle. The completely caught off guard Evans rushes into the turnbuckle, spinning around and striking it hard spine first yet remaining on his feet. That’s until Orlando darts across the ring, jumping into the air then connecting with a back elbow directly into Pat’s sternum. The collision knocks Evans’ legs out from under him, causing him to crash onto his seat. He begins to convulse before rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring as quickly as possible, smartly creating some distance between himself and the Icon.
Mayne: Pat showing some more brilliant strategy, vacating the ring before further damage could be done in the early goings of this match.
Douglas: This is a rather cowardly act in my book.
Billy: Your book is terribly written with a more out of the blue sucky ending than you’d find in a Dean Koontz novel.
An already frazzled Evans tries to regain his senses when Orlando rolls out of the ring, going right after him, checking with the fans first to make sure it was okay. After they’ve given him a rousing ovation he comes charging up behind Evans, grabbing him by the shoulder and spinning him around only to have Pat bend down and wedge his shoulder directly into his ribs. Cruze is forced backwards and driven with tremendous impact spine first into the ring apron. A roar of anguish flows through Orlando as he arches backwards over the apron, Pat standing up in front of him then delivering a vicious chop right across his chest. The Icon bends forward, covering his sternum before Evans blasts him over the back with a forearm strike causing him to stagger across the mats as a result. A vengeful Pat steps up behind his opponent and grabs him by the back of the head, charging him straight towards the barricade. Just as he is about to whip him into it, Cruze spins around and takes Pat by the back of the head, charging him straight at the steel. Pat is launched across the top of his head and shoulders directly into the steel plates of the barricade, causing him to stand up straight yelling in pain while staggering towards Orlando. The Icon rushes forward and lariats him directly to the throat, taking him down hard to the mats with the fans putting their hands together as a result.
Now that Pat is down Orlando rolls back into the ring to break the official’s count then goes right back onto the apron. He stands up on it and rushes forward before diving off the apron and extending his elbow, planting it right to the laid out Pat’s chest, driving all the air from his body. After connecting Cruze jumps to his feet, getting all fired up over what he just did, and as a result pumping the fans up as well. Axl and MAX clap in a sophisticated British manner.
Mayne: Ah crappolla.
Douglas: Thanks for putting your thoughts so elegantly.
Billy: I wouldn’t be so mad or uncreative if it wasn’t for the fact that Orlando blatantly cheated to seize control of this match.
Dan: How can you even begin to justify such a ludicrous claim?
Mayne: I’m an incredibly egocentric individual, enough said.
A groaning Pat rolls away from Orlando and takes hold of the barricade, utilizing it to force himself upwards slowly. Just as he starts to stand though Orlando steps in and delivers a hard upward kick directly into his chest. The strike causes Pat to stand up straight, swiping his arms through the air to keep himself upright while the crowd groans from the stiffness of the strike. Orlando now delivers a hard thrust style kick to his ribs, causing Pat to double over, reaching for his mid-section in a state of pain. With his opponent doubled over Orlando steps in to deliver another strike to his chest only for Evans to catch hold of his leg this time and then swing it away from him. This causes Orlando’s ankle to swing directly into the exposed steel ring post with a violent thud. A roar comes from the Icon who begins to hobble almost immediately, reaching for his ankle as Evans kicks him to the ribs, bending him over forward. Evans ducks down and grabs hold of Orlando’s now injured ankle, folding his leg up then lifting him into the air onto his shoulder. He rushes him forward before Cruze can do anything and drives the front of his ankle directly into the exposed turnbuckle post once more, causing him to shout in pain. Pat keeps Orlando loaded on top of his shoulder then spins to face the barricade throwing him down across his folded shin directly on top of it. The pain becomes clear in the eyes of the former World Champion, which open widely while he tumbles onto his back, rolling around the mats and reaching for his now mangled ankle.
Mayne: Hahaha, now Orlando is in for a world of trouble, Evans has found a body part and he’s starting to dissect it. Just like the frogs I refused to touch in Science class.
Douglas: Orlando encountering a lot of pain after he went for that kick to Evans’ chest, now his ankle is being ripped to pieces at the hands of this submission specialist.
Billy: You don’t try fancy foot work with Evans, he’ll make you pay for it, and pay for it good.
A grimacing Orlando is reaching for his ankle with both hands, grimacing in pain while Pat grabs hold of his leg, rolling him over onto his stomach in the process. He wraps his hands around the ankle then lifts up on his leg, hoisting it high into the air then driving him down knee first directly into the exposed outside mats. Cruze roars at the top of his lungs and rolls onto his back while Pat grabs hold of his leg again, wrapping his arm around his shin then DDTing his foot directly into the outside mats. The Icon sits up and grimaces yet refuses to give Pat the pleasure of hearing him roar, but Evans doesn’t care about his demonstration of strength and true grit. The intense Evans takes Orlando around the neck, rolling him to his feet while his opponent hobbles then rolling him under the ropes to the inside of the ring. Pat turns and glares straight at Evermore who is still clapping lightly and now eating a rather expensive but large beer. MAX tips his own in Evans’ direction while Pat backs towards the ring with a shake of his head. As soon as Cruze ends up on his back he begins reaching for his ankle in tremendous pain, Pat climbing up onto the apron then scaling the turnbuckle. The ravenous Evans gets to the top rope, balancing himself then launching himself off, soaring through the air for a diving headbunt into his sternum. To the shock of everyone Orlando rolls out of the way in the nick of time, Evans crashing onto his face and chest. He pops up onto his knees and wraps his arms around his ribs, grimacing in pain while Orlando stands up at his side. Although hobbling badly Orlando steps forward and grabs Pat around the neck, forcing him up to his feet then charging forward. He lunges into the air then drags Evans down face first into the canvas with the bulldog face buster.
The collision is vicious as Evans bounces right back up to his feet after the impact, Cruze rolling to his knees then diving off of them right into a lariat to the throat of Pat, taking him down to the canvas spine first. Orlando lands in a crawling base beside him then moves quickly into the cover, hooking Pat’s leg for the pinfall.
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Evans shoots his shoulder from the canvas, turning away from an already exasperated Orlando. Reaching for his ankle the Icon sits up, gritting his teeth to block the pain coursing through his leg. Evans rolls away from Orlando with a very dazed expression while his opponent stands up behind him. Foolishly he uses his bad wheel to boot Pat to the back of his head and immediately begins grimacing in pain as a result. Nevertheless he steps towards Pat and takes him around the neck, forcing him up to his feet slowly while twisting at the neck, placing him in a textbook cravat to the cheers of the crowd, starting to work over his head.
Douglas: Orlando scoring with some high impact offense after Pat disastrously missed that flying headbunt.
Mayne: I hate you Orlando, I hate you! Why won’t you ever get the point and just stay down?
Dan: Orlando is not the type who will easily give up, his gritty performance at Breathless should be enough to prove that.
Now Evans finds himself the one grinding his teeth as he forces himself up to his feet, his head being twisted at violently. Suddenly Pat twists around abruptly with his body, freeing his head from the cravat and stepping behind his opponent’s back, dropping down and grabbing hold of Orlando’s injured ankle. He lifts it into the air and causes his opponent to trip forward, crashing to his elbows while Evans stands up behind him, now twisting at the ankle. Before he has time to proper get it locked in Orlando ducks his head and rolls forward, pulling Pat down to the canvas into a forward roll. The Icon sits up and plants his posterior on the sternum of Evans, grabbing hold of the back of his kicking legs and holding him down for the pin.
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As Pat begins to get his shoulder up Orlando stands, switching behind his legs and trying to step through them, attempting to lock in the sharpshooter to a huge reaction from the crowd. Instead of dragging him over into the hold though, Evans places his feet to Cruze’s chest and shoves him backwards into the cables. When he’d normally bounce off the ropes and come charging back in entirely exposed Orlando spins around, grabbing the cables and jumping over them onto the apron. Although his landing causes him to grimace from the pain in his ankle, he balances himself, Pat charging right at him. Suddenly Orlando bends forward, grabbing the middle rope then pulling himself through the cables with a modified spear directly into Pat’s ribs. The crowd cheers as Orlando lands at Pat’s side on his knees then scoots up to his head, beginning to deliver repeated right hands into his forehead. Evans tries to block it but can’t as Orlando keeps rifling off with shots into his cranium, the referee stepping in and starting a five count while he does this. Before he can reach four Pat catches hold of Orlando’s fist, hooking his arm then rolling away from him. This pulls Orlando over into a roll across the canvas, ending up on his knees while Pat quickly rushes to his feet. Both men reach a standing base when Orlando steps forward, delivering a back elbow directly to Pat’s chest, knocking him down to the canvas across his spine. Evans hits the ring but promptly rolls to his knees, forcing himself to his feet when Orlando hobbles in and takes him around the neck, dragging him around into a swinging neckbreaker. The deadly Evans flips over sideways, crashing to his back across the canvas then reaching up, taking hold of his head. An intense Orlando scoots up behind him, clamping his arms around his neck in the sleeper hold. He establishes it tightly, really wrenching at the neck of his seated opponent, Pat trying to find a way out of this hold but finding a quick escape almost impossible. Nevertheless he starts to force himself up to a standing base with Orlando rising to his feet behind him, still clamping on the sleeper hold. Just as they both get to a standing base Pat drops, sliding back first down Orlando’s chest then landing on his spine across the canvas. He reaches up, wrapping his arm around Orlando’s injured ankle and sits up, causing Cruze to crash forward into the canvas face first. Evans sits up behind him then rises to his feet, applying the ankle lock to the shock of the fans.
Mayne: Now that’s a counter ladies and gentlemen, you better believe that’s the definition of an awesome, awesome counter! Evans slipped out of the sleeper and establishing the ankle lock. It’s almost so impressive I could wet myself, oh, speak of the devil.
Douglas: Injured or not you have no excuse for urinating on yourself.
Billy: Who said anything about urinating?
Roars of anguish emanate from the Icon as he forces himself up onto his elbows, Pat standing behind him and continuing to twist and rip repeatedly at the ankle, attempting to inflict as much damage as humanly possible upon it. All the while Orlando’s roars of pain intensify, pushing himself up palms first onto the canvas and all the while glaring directly at the ropes, which seem so very far away, well outside of his arm’s length. His eyes welt with agony as he tries to drag himself across the ring in the direction of the cables, Pat stepping along behind him, tearing at the ankle with all his strength in the process. Axl and MAX are slapping the barricades, shouting for the Icon to free himself before its too late. Suddenly Orlando tumbles to the side of his face and lifts his hand into the air, looking ready to tap out already. Evans relishes the sight of this with a malicious glint of happiness coming to his eyes until Orlando tucks his head and rolls forward across the canvas. As a result Pat is launched over Orlando and sent flying forward into one of the turnbuckles which he hits hard chest first. His arms tumble over the cables as a result while he leans against it for a prop, Orlando struggling to reach his feet. The Icon can barely put pressure on his ankle but rushes forward nonetheless directly at Evans, who steps out of the corner with a mafia style kick directly to the jaw of the former Champion. Orlando is staggered in reverse by the kick, almost losing his footing when Pat comes barreling out of the corner towards him. To the shock of everyone Orlando catches Pat around the waist, dropping back and throwing Evans over his head with a belly to belly suplex out of nowhere. The entire body of Evans is ravaged with pain as he crashes to the canvas across his spine, rolling over onto his side in the process. Orlando sits up and wraps his hands around his ankle, hoping and praying that it’s not broken at this point.
Dan: Non stop action thus far between these two here in our chaotic main event.
Mayne: There’s been so many counters and reversals in this match that I can’t even finish this statement off with a clever analogy.
Dan: That’s why I beg you to just remain silent when you’ve got nothing smart to say.
Billy: Well that would mean you’d never be allowed to talk at all Dan.
The fans are solidly behind Orlando while he grips at his ankle and forces himself up to his feet, Pat doing the same while gripping at his spine. Once both men have reached their feet an already exhausted Orlando steps in and throws a right into the face of Evans, discombobulating Evans tremendously, almost causing him to lose his footing. Cruze steps in and delivers another jab to his jaw, followed by a third strike that almost takes Pat down to the canvas. Somehow he maintains his balance but Orlando quickly takes him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring into the ropes then stepping forward and bending down. He’s prepared for the back drop suplex when Pat comes back in and stops just short of him, delivering a stiff upward kick directly into his face. The collision causes Cruze to stand up straight with a very dazed expression on his face, staggering around in an attempt to keep himself upright. Evans now rushes forward into a lariat only to have Cruze side step him and take him around the neck, applying the sleeper hold once more. The crowd reacts with cheers at the sight of the Icon reversing into the sleeper hold once more only to have Pat bend down, sliding under the arms behind his back. He buries his shoulder into Orlando’s spine then hoists him up into the air for what appears to be the back drop suplex at first. That’s when he spins him around and drops him down into a blue thunder sit-out powerbomb. The body of Orlando is driven hard into the canvas while Pat immediately takes hold of the ankle, rolling over sideways and pulling his opponent with him. Cruze ends up on his chest and stomach while Pat turns over onto his knees, holding onto the ankle while standing up behind him. He is trying to apply the ankle lock on his damaged body part once more only to have Cruze roll onto his spine, burying his feet into Evans’ ribs. He shoves him backwards into the cables, Pat bouncing off of them and coming back at Orlando who rolls towards him. This causes Evans to jump over him and continue across the ring.
Orlando rises to a standing base as Pat comes back in, jumping into the air for a leap frog only for Evans to turn his body and catch him on top of his shoulders. Pat swings Orlando around out of the fireman’s carry position and planting him down to the canvas into a modified michonku driver. Cruze’s back hits the ring hard, causing him to arch it from the canvas and roar in pain while Evans gets to his knees, crawling into the cover.
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To thunderous applause Orlando shoots his shoulder from the canvas, turning away from Evans in the process. A flustered Pat grits his teeth and stands up, stepping over Orlando’s leg then jumping into the air and stomping him directly to the ankle.
Billy: This is brilliant strategy Dan, here on display from Pat. His pinfall attempt doesn’t work, so he goes right back to that ankle in one fluent motion.
Douglas: That he did, and even I have to admit that this is sound strategy.
Mayne: It takes a big man to admit when he’s wrong.
Dan: What the hell was I wrong about?
Billy: Shhhhh.
Inside of the ring Pat has stomped Orlando to his battered ankle once more. Groans of anguish come from Orlando as he sits up, reaching for his leg in the process only to have Pat grab hold of his leg and drag him towards the cables. He places Cruze’s leg over the bottom rope then springs up off of it and comes posterior first into the side of Orlando’s ankle. Cruze covers his face and drops onto his back while a motivated Evans slips through the cables and onto the apron. He drops off of it and reaches under the ring, grabbing hold of Orlando’s ankle then dragging it out over the apron. He lifts it into the air and pulls it down into the apron with force, Orlando sitting up and yelling at the top of his lungs. He reaches through the cables for his ankle while Pat climbs up onto the apron, reaching between the top and middle rope and grabbing Orlando around the head. He forces him forward and places his chin over the second rope before backing away then charging forward into a running knee strike directly to the side of Cruze’s head. Orlando drops onto his back and then begins to roll towards the center of the ring, still holding his ankle in the process. Evans slips through the cables and begins to approach him quickly, grabbing hold of the ankle once more and then dropping his knee directly into the side of it. Cruze lunges forward with his hands wrapped around his head, not even able to verbally interpret the pain in his leg. Pat stands up and takes hold of the leg before swinging it sideways ankle first into the canvas. The leg strikes the canvas with force as Orlando reaches desperately for it, yet Evans won’t cease in his methodical attack. He looks out at the screaming fans and scowls in their direction then turns his attention back towards Orlando, who is trying to get to his feet. As soon as he forces himself to a standing base, Pat steps in and delivers a swift swinging kick right into the back of his ankle. The legs are taken out from under Orlando as a result, causing him to crash onto his back.
Pat backs up, grinning slightly as he motions for Orlando to stand, wanting him to expel the energy to force himself to his feet. Orlando reaches out, taking hold of the cables and using them to force his tired, ailing body to a standing base. He can’t put much pressure whatsoever on his ankle as Pat steps towards him, prepared to do some more damaged to his battered body part. That’s when Orlando spins around and delivers a swift, sever chop right to his sternum. The strike knocks Evans backwards while Orlando steps towards him and delivers a second swift strike to his chest, the chop echoing throughout the arena. Cruze goes for a third chop that Pat ducks, catching hold of his other arm and pushing back on it, causing him to spin and face Evans who throws his arm across his chest. He grabs hold of the back of his tights, about to hoist him into the air, perhaps setting for some variation of Cruze’s own Rock Bottom only to have an elbow thrust into the back of his head. This causes him to break free, Evans staggering forward behind him.
Orlando spins around and comes hobbling in when Evans turns and catches him around the leg, folding it up and lifting him into the air. He intends to drop him ankle and shin first right onto his knee when Orlando turns his body, instead slipping over Evans’ shoulder and down his back. He wraps his arms around his waist while dropping onto his spine, trying to pull him down into a sunset flip yet Evans keeps his feet braced against the canvas. He swipes down at the hands grabbing hold of the sides of his hips, knocking one away. He then steps over the other arm, grabbing hold of the wrist of the hand still gripping at his shorts and using it to bridge Orlando up onto his feet. Pat steps forward, clamping his arm around his neck, setting up for a reverse DDT. Orlando reaches up and wraps his hands around the back of Pat’s head then drops to his knees, dragging Evans over into a version of the snapmare. Pat lands on his seat while Orlando steps forward and jumps into the air, swinging around with a diving roaring European Uppercut to the back of Evans’ head.
Douglas: Some very intense action between these two thus far in what has been a blockbuster bout.
Billy: Pat Evans is just catching his breath, he’s winded and it’s causing Orlando to get the better of him right now.
Dan: I wish you would have stayed at home, that way we wouldn’t have to put up with your stereotypical, generic ass excuses for just one night.
On the outside of the ring the Fully Loaded members are giving Orlando a thumbs up and motioning for the fans to get rallied behind him, which is exactly what they begin to do. Everyone is screaming and really getting behind Cruze who turns onto one knee, limping his way to a standing base but almost immediately losing his footing. Evans rises slowly to his feet in front of him as the Icon steps in and blasts him to the jaw with a closed fist. He delivers another strike to the cranium of Evans, who swings his arms, trying to keep himself upright in the process. The closed fist blows appear as if they’re almost shattering Evans’ jaw before Cruze goes for another right to his skull. That’s when Pat ducks under and catches him around the arm, dragging it across his throat and placing him in the Time to Go to Sleep. Instead of being able to get it established with quickness, he finds it difficult because Orlando is struggling. Suddenly he twists his body and buries his shoulders into the gut of his dangerous opponent, hoisting him into the air in a fireman’s carry, grimacing in anguish as he puts pressure on his ankle. He hobbles on one foot then throws Evans around into the F5 only for him to transition in mid-air, landing on his feet directly in front of Cruze. He charges forward quickly when Orlando throws his arm across his chest then hoists him into the air with the Rock Bottom only to have Pat swing around out of position for the move in mid-air. He lands directly on his feet behind Orlando and steps forward, attempting to get the Time to Go to Sleep established once again. This time Orlando drops onto his back and lifts his legs into the air, trying to place them under Evans’ armpits to roll him up only for him to grab hold of his damaged ankle, stepping around behind it then turning him over onto his chest. The crowd reacts with shock at the sight of Evans again establishing the ankle lock on the damaged leg of the Icon, who buries his elbows into the canvas, pushing himself up into the air and glaring straight into the front row. Seated behind the barricade are Evermore and MAX, starting a wave to get the fans motivated.
Douglas: After a series of unbelievable counters, Orlando Cruze has found himself trapped in the ankle lock again!
Mayne: For the last time, this time, it’s this time he will tap. Time!
Anguish permeates from the twisted leg of the Icon, who is shaking his head and sending sweat flying through the air. He is on the verge of submission, his palm lifting slowly into the air as he attempts to resist that urge to tap out. Pat bends over and really wrenches at that ankle with maniacal eyes, lifting them to gaze at team Fully Loaded in the crowd, hoping they both get a good sight of what he’s doing to Orlando. Utilizing all his upper body strength Cruze pushes himself up onto his palms, his eyes focused on the cables, which he drags himself sluggishly towards. Every inch of his body is in pain, an anguish that radiates outward from his almost broken ankle. Nevertheless he forces himself onward, getting closer and closer to the cables, but they remain so far away, well outside of his arm’s reach. He drops down off his palms and buries his elbows to the canvas, roaring in agony while Pat continues to rip the joint in his ankle to shreds, realizing that victory is just a tap of the hand away. Realizing that this is his last burst of strength, Orlando begins to force himself towards the ropes once again, dragging the rabidly intense Pat behind him. His twiddling fingers reach out for the ropes, but they remain just inches removed from his grip. The crowd’s hope begins to fade along side Orlando’s, but both Evermore and MAX are still slapping the barricade, trying to keep the spirits of everyone in the building alive. That’s when passion fills Orlando’s eyes and he lunges forward, wrapping his hand around the bottom cable to a huge reaction from the fans.
Douglas: He did it, Orlando reached the cables and broke the ankle lock once again!
Mayne: I don’t believe this, the Icon has been broken, twisted and battered yet he still is able to find the strength to reach those cables.
Dan: He’s feeding off the energy and anger that has been awaken inside of him due to all that has transpired over the past month of his career.
Pat breaks the ankle lock and steps forward immediately, grabbing Cruze around the neck and pulling him up to his knees while trying to lock him in the Time to Go to Sleep at this point. Instead of being able to get the submission established Orlando performs a standing switch of sorts, getting around behind Evans and attempting to apply Pat’s own submission hold it seems. Evans rushes towards the nearest turnbuckle and steps up it, placing his feet on the second cable then forcing himself off backwards. This causes Orlando to crash onto his back with Pat coming down on top of his chest, leaning over in reverse so that his feet are placed to the canvas. The official drops down and makes the count with quickness.
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Orlando gets his shoulder off the canvas by breaking his attempted submission hold. This allows Pat to roll across the ring while Orlando tries valiantly to force himself to a standing base. Just as he gets up, albeit balancing himself on one foot, Evans comes charging in only to be caught across the chest and lifted into the air, being driven to the canvas with the Rock Bottom.
Dan: OOOOHHH!! The Rock Bottom by Orlando Cruze, he finally hit it on Evans, he finally hit his finishing move on the masterful submission specialist
Mayne: That can’t be possible, I’d have a easier time believing that you said something clever Dan. Get up Pat, get up, show how impervious to pain you really are!
The Icon rolls towards Pat ever so slowly and throws his arm over his chest, going for the pinfall in what has been a very hard hitting, technical clash thus far. MAX and Evermore stand up and get the fans counting along with the referees.
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To the shock of everyone Pat launches his shoulder from the canvas at the last possible moment. The fans react with absolute shock and disgust while Cruze rolls away from Evans, getting to his elbow with a very flustered expression on his face.
Mayne: He kicked out, oh thank you God he kicked out!
Douglas: Pat had to utilize absolutely every ounce of his strength to kick out of that Rock Bottom ladies and gentlemen, because Orlando certainly got all of it on that occasion, even with his battered ankle.
The fans are still positively buzzing over the action that just transpired, Evans barely kicking out of the Rock Bottom, leaving the Icon in a stunned state. Although shocked and flustered Orlando starts to force himself to his feet, reaching out and taking hold of the ropes in the process, utilizing them to drag himself to a standing base. His eyes turn towards Pat, who is forcing himself up to his elbows and knees with sweat dripping from his frame and reaching into his pants pocket. An intense Cruze storms towards Pat, blocking the pain in his ankle long enough to fulfill what he had intended. That’s when Evans turns and swings a chain covered fist directly into the front of Orlando’s ankle. A roar of pain emanates from Cruze as he crashes forward into the canvas, the official turning and immediately motioning for the bell.
Mayne: Well it’s about damn time the referee finally disqualified Orlando for all his cheating!
Douglas: Are you fucking retarded!?! Pat blatantly just used a chain wrapped fist on Orlando’s targeted ankle!
Billy: He was just giving Orlando a bit of his own medicine.
Dan: Can your comments get anymore ridiculous.
The fans barely have time to cheer on the fact that Orlando just won this match via disqualification, because Pat has already risen to his feet and is jumping into the air. He delivers a straight downward stomp directly into the ankle of the Icon, causing the former Champion to yell out in even more pain. Pat keeps stomping away at that damaged ankle though and now drops down with the same chain he used to get Chapel DQed at Breathless. He begins to use his chain wrapped fist to repeatedly slug Orlando in his ankle, the crowd reacting with absolute disgust while MAX and Evermore shake their heads behind the ramp, clearly just as infuriated by what they’re witnessing. Evans could care less though as he rises to his feet and removes the chain from his fist, throwing it to the canvas then storming directly towards the ropes. The dangerous Evans drops to the outside mats and throws the ring tarp into the air, reaching under the squared circle as he abstracts a solid steel chair.
Douglas: Oh no, Pat Evans looking to do the same thing to Orlando’s ankle that he did to Chapel’s a few weeks ago right here on this telecast.
Mayne: I remember what joy I felt when I watched Pat almost destroy Chapel’s ankle the week before Born Again, and now we’re going to see him do the same thing to Orlando Cruze. This is entertainment personified.
A smirk comes to Pat’s face while he gazes straight towards MAX and Axl behind the barricade, neither man enjoying what they’re seeing here whatsoever. Evans rolls under the cables to the inside of the ring and approaches the agonizing Orlando slowly, who is still grimacing while gripping at his ankle. The emotionless Pat stomps the sweaty Cruze to the face, knocking him onto his back and then approaching his battered ankle, opening the chair and sliding it over his damaged leg. Cruze finds his leg sandwiched inside of the chair as Evans stands up and gazes at him with a twisted gleam in his eyes, rather enjoying what he’s about to do. Pat slips through the cables, beginning to approach the turnbuckle and step up it, obviously intending to take flight with his target being the chair about Orlando’s ankle when Chapel comes rushing down the ramp with great speed and intensity. The fans find themselves exploding into a wave of cheers at the sight of the King of Monsters making a straight path for the squared circle and Pat Evans in particular.
Mayne: Wait your turn Chapel, you’ve got two more weeks before your career is ended at the hands of Evans!
Douglas: Chapel isn’t about to wait for a match with Pat, he’s going to get his hands on him now and in the process stop Orlando from meeting with the same fait he did several months ago.
Chapel slides right into the ring and doesn’t even bother to check on Orlando, instead moves directly towards Evans who drops off the apron at the last second to avoid his monstrous rival. A grin forms on Evans’ face as he backs slowly away from the ring, tapping his temple repeatedly and eyeing the behemoth towering above him in the ring. Chapel grits his teeth to the point sparks may begin shooting from inside his mouth at the sight of the conniving Evans backing away from the ring, preventing him from obtaining even a small measure of revenge. Pat realizes that as he backs into the barricade, still tapping his temple when Axl and MAX reach over the barrier and grab him by the shirt. The crowd begins to go nuts as Pat is dragged over the barricade by Fully Loaded and dropped almost on his head upon the concrete, both men beginning to stomp as well as punch downward at him.
Mayne: Hey, someone get security out here! Axl and MAX are fans right now, nothing more, they can be sued for putting their hands on our talent!
Douglas: Yes, get him Axl, get him MAX, make this son of a bitch pay for his transgressions against you both!
Pat tries to force himself up to his feet as both men continue to clobber him with forearm strikes and stomps. Everyone in the stands are screaming loudly as Pat uses a few of them to drag himself to his feet, trying to make his way towards the back. Unfortunately Evermore and MAX aren’t going to give up, continuing after him with clubbing blows over his spine. Chapel grabs the chain off the canvas and wraps it around his fist before dropping into a roll under the ropes. He steps over the barricade and goes after Evans as well, three heated rivals in hot pursuit of the number one contender for the Cartel Championship.
Mayne: This is insanity! Outright insanity!! Everyone and their mother is after Pat Evans, and here I thought he was a rather likeable guy.
Dan: Pat has made nothing but enemies since he’s come to the IWC, and that’s being displayed loud and clear here tonight as Fully Loaded and Chapel our hot on his heels. Ladies and gentlemen, I must take this moment to remind you to not go anywhere, because up next we will hear a major announcement from General Manager AWOL.
Billy: As if this night couldn’t get any worse.
Orlando sits up in the ring finally, reaching for his ankle which may have had significant damage done to it and then looking around slowly. Clear confusion is in his eyes before he shrugs his shoulders and keeps looking about his surroundings.
Orlando: Where’d everyone go?
COMMERCIAL BREAK
NO SELF CONTROL
Again the camera opens to find General Manager AWOL located backstage and standing behind a large table with a podium jutting outward from the top of its center. AWOL remains just behind that podium with as professional an expression on his face as he can possibly muster. The reporters and cameramen continue to line the numerous rows of chairs before the podium and the General Manager, snapping pictures with bright flashes of light to capture this moment, which of course causes the migraine in AWOL’s head to grow. More noticeable than the GM’s headache are the two tag teams seated tensely on opposite sides of him. On his right is positioned a sweating Orlando Cruze and a tired Nathan Creed as well, sitting comfortably in their steel chairs. They tap their fingers across the surface of the table and lean forward slightly to gaze at the men seated to the left of the GM, Christian Savior and Adam Riddick. The individuals who have become the hired assassins of S.K sit with relative ease as well, smirking and acting casual, even though they know their most heated rivals are just inches away. While Savior appears more laid back Adam has his arms crossed over his sternum and a very miffed expression on his face, not wanting to be here at all. The dreary AWOL leans forward and taps on the microphone with his fingers before speaking into it.
AWOL: I guess the time is finally here for me to make the big announcement some of you have been waiting for. Although given the names involved in said announcement I have no idea why you’d be so anxious to hear whatever might be said about them. After all, my announcement concerns one team of ass kissing sycophants, and another comprised of constant disappointments. Namely one man in particular who still has not shown me that he is deserving of a World Heavyweight title shot.
AWOL leans elbows first against the podium and stares down the table into Orlando’s face. For some reason Cruze finds himself amused that he’s been pointed out by AWOL, who continues to make his disdain for the former three time World Champion more than evident.
AWOL: But since World title opportunities are not in the futures of either of the four men gathered here tonight, and God help us if it ever is, and I really don’t want to tolerate the prospect that one of the individuals will start doing what they’re best at by bitching, I’ll move along to the actual topic at hand.
AWOL shuffles a stack of papers in front of him, overlooking the sheets although it’s clear that they have absolutely zero writing on them, trying to appear as professional as possible.
AWOL: Therefore, I’m here to announce for my own sick and twisted amusement, that at Extinction we will see the rematch between Orlando Cruze & Nathan Creed vs. Adam Riddick & Christian Savior.
A lot of buzz in generated by the wrestling reporters gathered in the crowd before the table, smirks coming to both Creed’s and Cruze’s faces. They rather enjoy the sound of getting another crack at their rivals while Savior on the other hand appears uneasy, especially due to the gaze he’s receiving from his angry brother.
AWOL: But this time, to increase the likelihood that all four men will kill each other and I’ll never have to take the time to pointlessly book them again as a result, I’m making this match a steel cage bout. Yes, you heard me correctly, and for those who were distracted by things more interesting than the gentlemen gathered around me, like a set of jingling keys, allow me to say it again. At Extinction, it will be Christian Savior & Adam Riddick vs. Nathan Creed & Orlando Cruze battling it out within the confines of a solid steel cage.
The excitement on the parts of the reporters grows to a fevered pitch, all of them discussing amongst themselves what kind of violence they’ll see in this style of match when the most intense feud in the IWC comes to a heading at Extinction. Many camera flashes go off as AWOL backs away from the podium and Savior and Riddick rise to their feet, making their way towards him. On his opposite side Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed have risen to their feet and are making their way towards the Rogue Squadron. Instead of a proper Q&A being permitted between the wrestlers and the reporters, nobody seems interested in answering questions as they move chillingly in one another’s directions. The tension in the air becomes so thick it’s almost hard to breathe as the Icon and the Future find themselves now nose to nose with the Rising Phoenix and the Renegade Rocker. An explosion of camera lights erupt as both teams stand vie a vie, snarling their breathes with ravenously intense eyes.
AWOL keeps glancing between them with a smirk on his face, feeling the hatred emanating from their tensed frames. Neither team says a word as they glare straight into one another’s faces, Christian annoyingly chewing on a piece of gum to the point where it begins to irritate everyone in the room. Their eyes narrow on one another’s faces and without a single solitary word being uttered Orlando steps forward and lobs a fist into Riddick’s face. Savior and Creed step forward and immediately begin to assault one another as well, the media gathered at the press conference beginning to scream as both teams begin to fight it out with one another. AWOL holds his palms up but does relatively nothing to step in and break this fight up.
Creed is bent forward with Savior placing him in a front chancery and delivering forearm strikes over the Future’s back repeatedly. The enraged Orlando and Riddick are exchanging right hands with one another as Cruze takes Adam by the back of the head and forces him down face first right into the top of the podium. He bounces off with a thud before Orlando charges forward and dives on top of him, both men being knocked back and sent crashing onto the table. It breaks under their weight as they keep brawling with one another, exchanging hard punches to each other’s faces. The reporters are screaming as security attempts to step in and separate Creed and Savior. They briefly turn away from one another and jab the guards in their faces before throwing them down with hard thuds to the floor. Once security has been taken care of they return their attention to one another with Savior kicking Creed to the gut and beginning to deliver punches directly to his face.
AWOL: Oh my, stop this tomfoolery, please stop the tomfoolery, no….
The GM doesn’t even shout his commands and instead has sat himself in a chair as he watches this violence explode between both tag teams set to compete in a cage at Extinction. Riddick and Orlando have rolled off the stage and have tumbled to the floor below, still driving fists into one another’s faces. The reporters clear out of the way in the process as Orlando and Adam stand up, continuing to deliver right hands to each other’s facial features, the Icon hobbling on his damaged ankle in the process. Riddick turns and grabs a camera from one of the reporters, swinging it directly at Orlando’s head only for the Icon to duck it and pin his shoulder against his gut, forcing him backwards through the sea of stunned onlookers and now vacant chairs.
On the stage Savior has decked Nathan to his face and staggered him towards the huge dark back drop for this press conference. Creed falls against it and the IWC symbol for support while Savior grabs a pitcher of water off the table, rushing forward and trying to drive it into Nathan’s face. He ducks under it as the glass shatters against the back drop, Savior turning to face Creed who barrels forward with a spear directly into his gut. Christian is driven backwards into the setting which buckles and breaks around both men’s bodies and goes crashing down with them to the ground. Everyone is screaming loudly at the sight of this, covering their mouths in shock as the set is completely destroyed in the brawl between both of these teams. The violence between the Rogue Squadron and Orlando and Nathan continues as the show fades to black.
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