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! just a few weeks removed from the last pay-per-view of the year, Extinction.
Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, again the time has come for your weekly dose of Riot!
Billy Mayne: Great, thanks Dan for that wonderful drug related analogy, as if wrestling didn’t already have a big enough black eye with all the narcotic related scandals as of late.
Dan: Would you stop reading so much into my dialogue?
Mayne: It’s too atrocious to ignore. But if you fans watching at home, the ones who wrapped themselves in aluminum foil and are standing on the edge of your couch to get in the proper reception, we’ve got a sure to be mildly interesting show tonight. Or an overbooked nightmare, should be fun either way, if your drinking that is.
The crowd is still going nuts as the camera zooms past their overly excited fans, very anxious for the impending telecast, which should be unlike any other. Of course, that’s said about every show, so maybe you should get ready for a let down.
Douglas: Well, I’ll look past your highly redundant commentary and concentrate on tonight’s loaded lineup.
Mayne: Another drug analogy. Are you on the sauce Dan? Are you? Because the strongest thing I take is coffee, mixed with a few horse tranquilizers.
Dan: Oh yeah, and there’s certainly nothing wrong with that. Now stop arguing with me about my phrases so I can tell the fans that tonight there will be two tag team tournament matches as the second round officially goes in the books. What a round this promises to be as well with the Rogue Squadron battling Robin Brooks and Jon Rich, as well as the Alpha Generation stepping into the ring with Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed. Plus we’ve got a huge 6 man tag, and so much more. This should be a tremendous Riot! ladies and gentlemen.
Billy: Don’t say that, your setting the standards too high.
SHANNON BLAZE VS. SEAN “GRIFFIN” JOHNSON
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: And we’re starting off tonight’s telecast with Sean Johnson about to clash with Shannon Blaze. This is his chance at gaining some vengeance against his opposition for what transpired last week on this telecast, when Blaze knocked Johnson out with the superkick and cost him his match against Kelly Hart.
Mayne: I fondly recall that, it was one of those feel good, hysterical moments watching Johnson lose pathetically. It filled me with more glee than Saving Private Ryan.
Douglas: Why do you get off on human misery?
Mayne: What, and be normal, booorrrriiinnngg.
'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. 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 before Johnson comes charging in, delivering a double lariat to both men’s throats and knocking them over the cables backwards as a result.
Billy: Whoa, Johnson looks intense. He’s either really mad or has a turtle head popping out his anus.
Douglas: You and your homoerotic obsession with feces. But yes, Johnson is understandably fired up after what transpired last week, taking this match right to the Second City Saints before the bell even had a chance to ring.
Johnson grabs hold of the top cable with fire in his eyes as he glares down at both Kelly and Shannon rising to their feet on the outside of the ring. That’s when he pulls himself over the cables and comes crashing on top of both Second City Saints members, knocking them hard to the mats to thunderous applause. Johnson rises to his feet and overlooks the fans with his muscles tightening in anger, turning towards Shannon who is slowly rising to his feet in front of the cables. Sean steps in and blasts him to the sternum with an extremely stiff knife edge chop that almost takes him off of his feet, launching him backwards into the apron as a result. Sean takes him by the hair, turning him towards the ring then rolling him in under the ropes while Kelly Hart is utilizing the apron to force himself to his feet. The young competitor barely has time to get up before Sean kicks him to the gut and takes him by the back of the head, charging him right at the barricade. Kelly is too caught off guard to fight it as he’s shoved forward face first into the steel plate of the barricade, his body colliding against it with tremendous force, almost flipping up and over it into the screaming fans.
Dan: I cannot remember the last time I’ve seen Sean Johnson so intense.
Mayne: Maybe hanging out with real athletes like River Angelus and Shawn Logan has begun to rub off on him. Actually scratch that, although it probably did happen, the thought of Logan or Angelus rubbing anything against Johnson just makes me sick.
The chaos continues as Johnson turns towards the ring, where Shannon is standing on the apron, rushing across it with quickness. He dives off and ducks his head forward, throwing his body into Johnson’s shoulder with a senton pancha variation, taking both men down hard to the mats as a result. Some cheers go up from the fans at the sight of Shannon’s aerial display as he forces himself to his feet, staggering around a bit after that clothesline to the skull. He places his palm to his forehead and steps towards Johnson, stomping him repeatedly to his chest then taking him by the hair. The discombobulated Johnson is dragged to his feet then rolled into the ring as Blaze rises onto the apron, grabbing the top rope. The Griffin is just a few inches removed from the cables as Shannon pulls himself over the cable into a flip forward leg drop only to have Johnson roll out of the way in the nick of time. Blaze crashes onto the canvas across his seat while Johnson has rolled under the ropes to the apron, using the ropes to drag himself to his feet. The pain ridden Shannon rises to his feet and turns towards the ropes when Johnson pulls himself over them into a flying shoulder block directly to his sternum, taking him down to the canvas with force. Cheers come from the crowd as Johnson has once again displayed his veteran skills, now rushing into the ropes at the side of the laid out opponent. Using his tremendous speed and agility, Sean drops down into a forward roll then flips out of into the rolling thunder, intending to drop his back into the ribs of Shannon who unexpectedly lifts his knees into the air. This causes Johnson to come crashing down back first into the knees, his spine bending over it and causing a loud roar of pain to emanate from his lungs.
Mayne: Ouch, hahaha, that’s funny because it was painful.
Douglas: Anguish is not amusement.
Billy: Oh yeah, then how come that clip show hosted by Bob Saget lasted so long? His notion of comedy was truly painful, yet everyone still tuned in.
Sean rolls away from Shannon with his hand over his kidneys while Shannon stands up behind him, rubbing at his sternum in the process. He charges right at Johnson and steps up onto his back while he was getting to a crawling base, jumping off it then twisting around with his body, connecting with a leg drop to the reverse side of Sean’s cranium. As a result the veteran is sent crashing face first into the ring then sent back up onto his knees due to the whiplash effect. Just when his body reaches this kneeling base, Shannon charges into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off then coming back in with a huge front dropkick delivered devastatingly directly to his opponent’s face. The sheer collision echoes throughout the arena as Sean is knocked onto his back, laid out completely while Shannon rises to his feet at his side. He turns his back to Johnson then jumps into the air, spinning around and planting a leg drop directly across the throat of his adversary. Sean’s body kicks into the air as a result, reaching for his throat in the process
Kelly is standing up on the outside, staggering around before batting his eyes and instinctively starting to clap for his good friend. Blaze grabs hold of Johnson’s hair and forces him up to his feet before whipping him across the ring right into the a nearby turnbuckle. An already tired Johnson charges into the corner with Shannon following him in but running a little off to his side, setting up for a big move. This is done because as soon as Johnson hits the turnbuckle with great force chest first, he’s sent staggering backwards, allowing Shannon to bounce off the cables in front of him and charge in with a lariat. Sean ducks his head under the lariat though and reaches back with his arms, hooking both of Shannon’s and trying to pull him over into a back slide. Instead of being able to drag him down into the pin, Blaze pushes up with his legs, sending himself into a flip over Sean’s head. He lands directly in front of Johnson then charges forward at his shocked opponent only to be caught against his shoulder and hoisted into the air, spun around into a high impact spinebuster. All the wind is driven out of Shannon’s body as Sean hooks his leg, going for the pinfall with quickness.
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Blaze kicks out to a mixed response from the crowd, Sean sitting up in anger over the fact that he failed to obtain his vindication. That’s before his eyes become overjoyed at the sight of two figures emerging through the curtains, none other than River Angelus and Shawn Logan. The tag team tandem stand on the stage with significant smirks on their faces, enjoying the action inside of the ring a bit apathetically.
Douglas: Oh terrific, what are these two idiots doing out here now?
Mayne: They’re best buds with Sean Johnson apparently. You can’t blame them for wanting to have their boy’s back against the Second City Saints.
River and Logan seem unsure of themselves as to why they’ve come out here, yet there they stand, gathered on the stage watching the action unfold in the center of the ring. For some reason all intensity has faded from Johnson, who is shoots a cheesy grin in the direction of Angelus and Logan, creeping both men out before he lifts his thumbs into the air. This allows Shannon to regain his senses, crawling towards the turnbuckle ever so sluggishly, his body obviously killing him at this point. Slowly his shaking hand grabs the second rope, using it to drag himself to his feet as he turns to face Johnson who comes barreling in then jumping into the air, spinning around with a hard back elbow directly into the sternum of his opponent. Blaze is driven hard back first into the corner with the point of Johnson’s elbow hitting his sternum, causing him to bend forward and place his arms across his chest. He doesn’t have much time to do that as the surprisingly agile Johnson steps forward and then flips over backwards into a version of the Pele kick to the face of his opponent. The hard blow to the cranium knocks Shannon off of his feet and sends him crashing to the canvas seat first with the fans putting their hands together, Kelly watching all of this from the outside of the ring in absolute repulsion.
Sean gets up and waves in the direction of the two men standing on the stage. Logan instinctively waves back only for Angelus to jump into the air and slap his hand down, beginning to lecture him immediately afterwards while Johnson turns back towards his seated, dazed opponent. Shannon’s eyes are batting irregularly while Johnson comes rushing forward and rams his knee directly into his seated opposition’s face, causing him to convulse while he rolls under the cables to the apron, attempting to create some space between himself and his opponent. Johnson stands up in the ring and reaches over the ropes, taking hold of Shannon’s hair, forcing him up to his feet on the apron. Once he’s reached a standing base Blaze is dragged along the apron, Johnson intending to ram him face first into the exposed turnbuckle post from the inside of the ring. Somehow Shannon is able to get his foot up, wedging it against the turnbuckle and thus preventing the attempt. He then reaches over the cables with both hands, placing them to the back of Johnson’s head, shoving him down face first into the top turnbuckle post.
Douglas: Shannon with a desperation counter that he really needed to make in order to keep himself in this match.
Mayne: Yeah, and that’s exactly what he just did, and as thus inflicted a lot of damage to Johnson’s already unstable cranium. See, I can state the obvious just as much as you can.
Dan: Yeah, but nobodies better at being completely irrelevant as you are.
Billy: Ha, true.
Douglas: Believe it or not, that wasn’t meant as a compliment.
Johnson staggers backwards with his palm over his forehead when Shannon grabs the top rope and pulls himself over it, twisting while airborne and landing feet first on the meeting second cables in the turnbuckle. His agile frame moonsaults over backwards and comes crashing down right on top of Johnson’s shoulder, knocking both men to the mats with Shannon promptly going for the hook of the leg.
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Sean gets his shoulder up, River and Shawn nodding as if somewhat impressed as a result. Kelly Hart is shouting into the ring at Shannon, informing him that he can throw a rabbit in if it will help only for Blaze to defiantly shake his head no. he turns to face Johnson who has risen to his knees and immediately meets him with a solid right hand to the jaw, almost taking him right back down to the canvas. Blaze now wraps his arm around the neck of Johnson, forcing him to his feet then charging him forward at one of the turnbuckles, perhaps looking to use his head as a battering ram against one of the pads. That’s before Johnson shoves Shannon off at the last second, sending him rushing into the corner and instinctively jumping into the air, landing on the second rope. Again Shannon moonsaults off the corner backwards only to have Johnson drop down into a roll under it, causing the Second City Saint to change things up by landing on his feet in a great display of agility. Sean stands up and turns with his back pressed to the corner as Shannon stands and comes charging in, jumping into the air and placing his feet to Johnson’s stomach. He begins to drop back as if going for the monkey flip only to have Johnson shove him off and down to the canvas as a result, Shannon’s back hitting the canvas with force. He rolls over backwards right onto his knees as Johnson charges out of the corner only for Blaze to jump to his feet then spring into the air, swinging around with a spinning heel kick directly into his opponent’s face. Sean is taken down hard with Shannon landing on his spine beside him then rolling across the canvas with a somewhat pleased expression on his face.
Mayne: Hahahaha, Johnson walks right into Shannon’s heels, almost knocking his head off. Although being headless be….okay, I dropped the ball on this one.
Douglas: Leave it to a man who has no balls to be dropped all those thrown to him.
Billy: That’s not funny. I have you know my testicles have been photographed for medical purposes numerous times before.
Dan: Again, I certainly would not take that as any form of a compliment.
A growingly tired Shannon rolls away from Johnson then stands and waits for his opponent to exert the energy to force himself to his feet. An increasingly agitated Johnson begins to stand up when Shannon rushes in and jumps into the air, wrapping his legs around Sean’s neck. He swings around, going for the head scissors but then ending up landing on his feet right at Johnson’s side, quickly hooking his leg with his own and dropping back into Russian leg sweep. Sean’s body is driven hard spine first into the canvas yet Shannon keeps hold of him, rolling over backwards and pulling Johnson along with him. Both men reach their feet as Shannon sticks his leg out in front of Sean’s, setting up for a reverse Russian Leg sweep into the facebuster now. Sean forces his arms free without warning though and bends forward, wedging his shoulder to Shannon’s spine. Blaze goes for a standing switch, only for Johnson to spin so that his side is facing his opponent, jumping into the air and interlocking his hands around the back of Shannon’s head then dragging him down face first into his knee. Sean lands on his back with his shin up into the air, ensuring that his opponent is pulled down face first right into the point of his knee.
The crowd cheers as a result as Shannon stands up and staggers backwards into the ropes, bouncing off the cables then staggering forward into Johnson who turns onto his side, reaching out to take hold of both his opponent’s legs. He falls away from Shannon and thus trips him forward, causing him to crash onto his chest and stomach with Sean standing up behind him and jumping forward with the point of his elbow, burying it into the kidney area of his opponent. Shannon pushes himself up onto his elbows, roaring loudly while Johnson stands up at his side, charging into the cables. He bounces off the ropes and comes rushing back in, jumping into the air with an extension of his knee as he plants it right into the back of his opponent’s head. Blaze wraps his hands around his cranium while Johnson rolls forward across the canvas right onto his feet, immediately turning and giving a thumbs up in the direction of both River and Logan, who apathetically clap their hands. Johnson turns back towards the struggling Shannon, taking him by the hair and forcing him to his feet then spinning around and jumping into the air, setting up for the Mark of the Beast (Diamond Cutter). As soon as he takes Shannon around the neck though, Blaze shoves him off, sending him charging forward into the cables. Johnson bounces off then comes rushing back in at Shannon who steps forward, jumping into the air, setting up for a hurricarana. Instead of hitting it however, he’s caught on top of Sean’s shoulders in a powerbomb position. Nevertheless Shannon drops back going for the move, undeterred rather he’s been caught or not, yet Johnson keeps his feet planted to the canvas, refusing to be hit with the hurricarana. With a roar Johnson lifts Shannon back up into the air and onto his shoulders into a powerbomb position only for him to float over his head, and down his spine. He wraps his arms around Sean’s waist on the way down and pulls him over backwards into the sunset flip.
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Sean rolls over backwards out of the pinning predicament and then charges forward right into the waiting boots of Shannon who wedges them to his gut and then sends him flipping over his head with a huge monkey toss of sorts. Johnson flips over and finds himself crashing with force back first into the canvas, arching his spine from the ring in a state of extreme pain.
Mayne: What a move by Shannon Blaze to get himself back into the driver’s seat. Although given his stature he’d probably require stilts to reach the gas peddle, hahahaha, I have so many midget jokes.
Douglas: And absolutely none of them are clever. Anyway, Shannon Blaze has regained the advantage, but given the back and forth, give and take, style of this match it shouldn’t last long.
Johnson rolls over to his knees then rises to his feet in a very dazed state when Shannon rolls over backwards, his shins landing on both of Sean’s shoulders. He wraps his ankles around his neck then pushes himself off the canvas, twisting in circles as he hangs upside down from Johnson’s neck, pulling him around into rotation after rotation. At this point both men should be blowing chunks yet they continue to spin in circles until Shannon finally snaps off, sending Johnson flipping forward, crashing to the canvas back first to a loud mixed reaction. A tired Shannon rises to his feet with Johnson trying to do the same but finding himself rather dizzy and disorientated after that series of spins. Just as he gets up Shannon comes rushing in, jumping into the air and sticking his legs out behind him, wrapping them around Sean’s waist then falling down palms first to the canvas. He pushes himself up in the direction of Johnson then catches him around the neck, dragging him down into a wheelbarrow bulldog. Johnson’s face crashes hard into the canvas while Shannon lands on his seat at his side then rolls away from him before approaching the nearby turnbuckle. He slips through the cables in a very sweaty state and starts up the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope with Johnson trying to force himself to his feet in almost the middle of the ring.
Douglas: Shannon is going high risk here, and that could meet with disastrous effects or provide him with the move he needs to finally finish Sean Johnson off.
Mayne: Either one should be funny.
Kelly is shouting at his tag team partner that Johnson is up, yet Shannon isn’t listening as he reaches the top rope then rises to his feet. He glares down at the upright Johnson with shock in his eyes yet refuses to abandon his move, diving from the top rope and soaring through the air as he lands directly on his opponent’s shoulders. He drops back into a hurricarana that flips himself and Sean over only for Johnson to turn out of it and instead pull Shannon around completely into a sit-out powerbomb. The fans react with absolute shock over what they just witnessed as Sean buries his shoulders into the back of Shannon’s legs.
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The people packed into the Manhattan Center respond with a loud outcry of cheers, everyone putting their hands together over the Johnson victory. Angelus and Logan watch on with conflicted expressions, unsure of how to react to their new compadre’s victory.
Douglas: Johnson has finished off Shannon Blaze with a beautiful, absolutely beautiful counter!
Mayne: That was by far one of the craziest things I’ve ever witnessed, but damn, now Sean has another victory under his belt, which he definitely doesn’t deserve at the expense of the Second City Saints.
River and Logan both force grins to their faces and begin to clap while glaring towards the ring at Johnson, who is exhaustedly forcing himself to his knees. He appears to be drained of his energy yet is still able to smirk from ear to ear and pretend to bow down to both men on the stage. That’s when out of nowhere he’s blindsided from behind with a clubbing blow from Kelly Hart, knocking him down hard to the canvas. Kelly begins to stomp away at Johnson repeatedly, while a very exhausted and still dazed Shannon stands and joins in on the assault. Both men lob boots into the spine of Johnson who is unable to defend himself due to sheer physical exhaustion. A surprised Angelus and Logan watch on from the stage yet fail to the act whatsoever, unsure of what they should do.
Douglas: The Second City Saints laying Sean Johnson out after this match, obviously this matter isn’t over between themselves and the Griffin.
Mayne: When are things ever resolved in a match? These rivalries just keep going on to the point of stagnation.
Shannon drags Johnson to his feet now and although sweaty begins to lift him into the air, wrapping his legs around his waist and bridging him over backwards, too weak to get him up for the powerbomb position, so instead setting up for a modified version of the Second City Saint tag team finisher. Kelly rolls to the apron and grabs the top rope, about to spring onto it in order to hit the modified Death Sentence with Hart intending to drop with a shooting star leg drop across Sean’s prone mid-section. Just as he starts to pull himself up onto the top rope in order to hit it Shawn Logan and River Angelus finally charge to the ring and slide in under the ropes, coming to the aid of Johnson, although their probably unsure why. That’s when Shannon drops Johnson and quickly vacates the ring, Kelly dropping off the apron as well and stepping around the mats, leaving Sean a mess in the ring. River Angelus and Shawn Logan step to both his sides and bend down, motioning for the Second City Saints to re-enter the ring only for Shannon and Kelly to shake their heads, making it clear they’ll do so when their ready. Shannon takes Kelly around the neck and begins to force him to the back while they both smirk towards Angelus, Logan, and Johnson in the ring, slowly making their way to the backstage area in the process.
Douglas: What an intriguing way to kick off Riot! tonight, with some unusual antics here between the teams of Logan & Angelus and the Second City Saints, all centering around Sean Johnson. Did you notice how long it took River and Shawn to get into the ring and stop the beat-down on Johnson?
Mayne: Nope.
METAMORPHISIS
Two eyes are located before the camera’s frame, zoomed in upon them. One fails to blink or show the slightest indication of emotion, while the other is hidden beneath a layer of bandaging, blocked from the sight of the viewers. The camera slowly begins to zoom out revealing the former No Holds Barred Champion himself, Jon Rich, plotted upon a steel chair, staring forward blankly upon a television set. The images it provides remains a mystery for now while his breaths come out labored and intense. The reason for his angst is intensified as his long time mentor, Magnus, hobbles back and forth behind him, leaning on a cane in the process. His frame passes just behind the back of the seated Rich several times as he paces nervously, yet Jon never looks up to meet him with his one emotionless eye, which remains frozen on the television monitor before him.
Magnus: Jon, I know you don’t want to hear me say this again, and I’m starting to sound like a broken record, but if you’d just open your mind and listen to me I can save you a lot of trouble here in the near future. So please, just try to understand what I’m telling you, and for crying out loud, turn this rubbish off!
Magnus reaches for the remote under Jon’s hand which operates the video he is repetitively watching, only for Rich to flinch and pull it away from his grasp. The camera adjusts slightly to take into view the deplorable images of Desolation curb stomping Roxas Knoxx from several weeks ago and then celebrating his brutality with a primal roar. Jon continues to display no emotion as he rewinds these images and begins to play them again, Magnus standing up straight behind him with a painful sigh and patting his pupil on the shoulder.
Magnus: You can’t allow yourself to be overwhelmed with hatred Jon. A petty pursuit for revenge will lead you down a path that there is no turning back from. Ask yourself Jon, do you really like what this feud is turning you into, what you’ve become as a result of your animosity towards Desolation? Or do you not even realize just how much you’ve changed because of this man, because of this bastard? Your driving everyone in your life away Rich, your letting him get into your head, and as a result, you’ve already allowed him to win. The second you started to change, is the second he declared victory over you….
Magnus bends down at the opposite side of Rich now in order to speak into his ear, in order to ensure his words pack that necessary punch.
Magnus: He’s in your head Jon, and you’ve already felt what he’s done to your body. How much more are you willing to tolerate for the sake of revenge or redemption as you put it? Is it worth stepping into the ring with this guy in a Last Man Standing match; is it worth the well being of all those you care about to simply pick up a win over this man? Jon, you’re risking more than just you’re career by facing Desolation at Extinction, you’re risking everything. That’s why I’m going to ask you one last time, not as your mentor, but as your friend, to walk away from this, to stop before it’s too late, before there’s no turning back, before there’s nothing left of the man I’ve trained for so many years.
Although speaking directly into his ear none of the words seem to sink through into Jon’s turbulent mind, his eyes still staring forward blankly into the television screen. He can’t take his attention off of Desolation as he Curb Stomps Roxas Knoxx’s lovely face into the canvas with such viciousness.
Magnus: Jon, would you please listen!?! I’m trying to save your career here!
Magnus finally snatches the remote from Rich’s hand and stands, turning off the television with the power button. As soon as the images end on the screen Jon stands up and grabs the chair out from under him, flipping it towards the wall. It smacks against the plaster as Magnus backs up, looking into the furious features of the man he groomed for greatness so long ago. Jon stands there breathing intensely, his nostrils flaring with hostility and his eye submerged in branches of intertwining red veins. Magnus has no idea what to think as he glares at Rich for several prolonged moments, that’s when the former N.H.B Champion turns and moves towards the doorway without utterly a single solitary word. Just as he reaches the doorway Magnus says his final peace.
Magnus: Who are you?
Jon freezes in mid-step, half out of the room and half in the hallway before he lowers his head and moves onward to an unknown destination. All the while Magnus is left standing there, shaking his head in sadness, realizing that no amount of begging and lecturing will change what Jon Rich is determined to do.
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GO TO A GOOD WRESTLING SCHOOL BEFORE YOU KILL KAZARIAN
PETITION
The show comes back live where the fans are heavily excited after all the action from the opening contest when “You Know My Name” By Chris Cornel hits the PA system to a massive reaction from the fans. Everyone is buzzing with excitement, jumping from their seats and throwing their arms up high as through the curtains immediately emerges the incomparable Icon himself, Orlando Cruze. Somehow the reception from the fans grows in intensity at the sight of the former three time World Champion now standing on the stage in his casual street attire, not adorned for a wrestling contest just yet. Clutched in one hand is a microphone, and in the other is a clipboard with numerous sheets of paper tucked within it. His eyes scan the screaming fans as he lifts one fist into the air, holding the clipboard up high then starting towards the ring.
Mayne: Oh no, can’t we go one Riot! without having to see Orlando? Every time I’m forced to look at his bald melon it makes me regret being weaned from breast feeding.
Douglas: Since when were you weaned? Orlando Cruze is here ladies and gentlemen, and he looks as if he’s got a purpose for coming out early this evening before his tag team match is slated to occur.
Mayne: Yeah, and that purpose is to put us to sleep with his boorish rambling, that way we won’t be conscious long enough to watch his match and realize just how pathetic his in ring capabilities are.
Everyone in the building are still commemorating the arrival of the Icon through cheers as he strolls across the apron then slips through the ropes, turning in circles to observe his fondest supporters. He nods his head with a slight smirk on his face before slowly lifting the microphone to his lips.
Orlando: Is it safe to speak yet?
Another loud outburst comes from the crowd and Orlando acts as if he’s going to faint as a result, staggering backwards a bit with the clipboard placed over his heart.
Cruze: Apparently not. But even though I’m rather fond of receiving such overly dramatic praise from you people I’m afraid I’ve got to get on with what I’ve come out here to say. Although it would be funny to stand here for the next two hours with you people screaming my name and Sallie and Krissie backstage pulling whatever remains of their real hair in frustration over their show turning to shit. Not that it wasn’t before, but you get my point.
Mayne: How dare he disgrace the good names of Sallie and Krissie, I would go in there and set him straight….
Douglas: If your penis wasn’t a vagina, yes we get it Billy, we get it.
Billy: Hey, that’s a birth defect….wait, I’ve said too much.
The fans are clapping loudly again as Orlando tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders.
Orlando: How unfortunate that you so quickly agree, but that’s not the point. I’m out here tonight not to degrade my ex girlfriend, although she’s a really, really easy target, and believe me, the words easy and Sallie have been used in the same sentence numerous times before. No, no, I’m out here in the middle of the ring I’m moments away from competing in to bring something to everyone’s attention. Before I prepare myself for the hell I’ll no doubt endure in the steel cage match at Extinction, I’ve got other pressing matters to deal with, namely the unfair termination of Too Magnificent’s job here in the IWC. Unfortunately neither of the two walking sperm factories that are our employers, and the man supplier of said sperm, AWOL, have refused to hear either myself or Nathan’s demands. But there’s one voice they have to listen to, and that’s the voice of you, the fans.
Orlando points directly into the camera which is zoomed in upon him, adding emphasis to his words.
Cruze: Which is why I’ve brought with me tonight, a petition, that’s right, a petition, that I want each and every Too Magnificent fan to sign. You’d be surprised how much power a single sheet of paper and thousands of signatures possess, which is why I’ve turned to you, the people, for assistance. I’ve already labored endlessly these past few days getting signature after signature on this petition from fans just like yourselves, and I hope everyone in this building will continue that trend. So who wants Too Magnificent back, who wants to be the next person to sign this paper, and then watch as Nathan and I embarrass his former teammates in the Alpha Generation?
Several hundred hands raise at once, everyone jumping up and down in excitement, anticipating signing the contract as Orlando’s finger crosses over them, trying to pick the first person. His finger finally centers on a little kid in the front row, handing the petition through the ropes to a stage hand who quickly takes it to the youngster to get his signature.
Orlando: Now, now people, there’s plenty of spaces for your names so don’t get too anxious, take your time…..
GONE FOREVER begins to play over the PA system, causing Orlando’s eyes to shoot abruptly towards the entry way, clouding with a mixture of anger and grief.
Mayne: Hahaha, oh yeah Orlando, you should have known better than to the incite the rage of your ex, as if she needed any more reason to hate you. I sure as hell don’t, and I barely even know you.
Douglas: You do spend an awful lot of time following him around for scoops backstage.
Billy: Because he hasn’t caught onto the fact that the sheet I’ve been hiding beneath has been following him around lately.
The Icon’s eyes narrow on the entry way where the curtains are swaying until they rip asunder and from behind them emerges Sallie, a shockingly pleasant expression on her face. A smirk, one all too unfamiliar, extends up one side of her face while a microphone is gripped in the palm of her hand which remains in front of her stomach. Her other hand is suspiciously hidden behind her back while she shakes her head in the direction of Cruze, out of pity it seems, not anger. Cruze turns towards her, forcing a grin to his face as well while glaring at his former lover.
Orlando: Sallie, sweetheart, when I was talking about something being passed around to each and every fan, I was talking about the petition, not your va….
Sallie: Whoa, whoa, hold on there mister before you finish that sentence and dig yourself into an even further grave. I’d watch what you do with that mouth of yours before you get yourself into some real trouble.
Again the Icon smirks and cuts Sallie off with his retort.
Cruze: Oh, if you had a nickel for every time someone told you that….
Sallie: ENOUGH!
Laughter emanates from the fans while Orlando looks back and forth, nodding his head and mumbling the words “it’s true.” Sallie lowers her head as her face fills with intensity, then blows a strand of hair away from her features and stares forward right into the features of the still smirking Cruze.
Sallie: You think your comments are so cute and edgy don’t you Orlando? Well, there not. Believe me, your not controversial or edgy, I’ve seen more controversy in an episode of Tellitubies, so keep your mouth shut and listen. I’ve got something that needs to be said to you, that doesn’t involve that oh so devious secret from your past, the secret that you’ve been hiding from each and everyone of these fans for so many years….
Bewilderment sets into Cruze’s eyes as he glances back and forth, shrugging his shoulders as if having absolutely no clue what she’s referring to. Sallie looks to be becoming sick over his so called confusion before she continues with a twisted repulsion.
Sallie: Go ahead, play up to the crowd like you have no idea what I’m talking about, but you know, oh yes, you know well enough what I’m hinting at, and soon, all these fans you loved more than me, will know the truth as well. But that moment will wait until I’m ready to reveal it, right now I’m here to address what you and Nathan did at the conclusion of last week’s Riot! Oh yeah, you remember that don’t you, what you and your partner did to Christian Savior and Adam Riddick?
Cruze licks his lips and slips his palm down his chin, nodding his head with a smirk, fondly recalling the brutality between his team and the Rogue Squadron.
Mayne: How could any of us forget the unprovoked attack against the Rogue Squadron?
Douglas: I’m not even going to describe what was wrong with that statement.
Billy: Good, because I’m not going to listen.
Dan: Naturally.
The smirk on Orlando’s face widens as he remembers every jab that he threw into the side of Riddick’s face to close out last week’s huge press conference.
Sallie: Yeah, I bet your real proud of the chaos you caused on the last Riot! Even though you shouldn’t be, considering it took all my influence to make sure you weren’t arrested for your actions…
Orlando: Pfft, you want me to be grateful or something?
Sallie: Of course not, because I didn’t do it for you, I did to for my own twisted amusement. I’ve already seen you taken to the police station in handcuffs, so it would be boring for me to force you to sit in a nice cozy jail cell for a day before the bail came through and you were sent back home to your lovely wife and kid again. No, I have much bigger plans for you Orlando, much more amusing plans that will directly effect your tag team tournament match tonight against the Alpha Generation.
Orlando’s features tense up at the mention of Sallie playing games with his tournament match, and his chance at revenge.
Sallie: Oh, do I have your attention now sweety? That’s good, because your going to want to hear what I have to say next, your going to want to pay very close attention to the words that come from my mouth, or else. For you see my love, I’ve decided that based on your actions last week, that your simply too dangerous to have in this ring tonight unrestricted. Your not all there in the head, your completely unstable, and as a result, actions must be taken to ensure the well being of the other competitors. That’s why I’ve decided for your safety, and for the safety of everyone else in this building, tonight in your tag team tournament match, you’ll be competing with one of your hands, cuffed behind your back.
A huge smile comes to her face as she lifts her hand out from behind her back, revealing a set of handcuffs dangling from her grasp. Orlando’s eyes are drawn to the shimmering silver steel, not liking this turn of events whatsoever.
Douglas: You’ve got to be joking. This isn’t fair, and it doesn’t make any sense at all.
Mayne: Of course it does, Orlando is too crazed to be allowed to compete in his match tonight unrestricted.
Dan: All this does is put the advantage in the Alpha Generation court, and at the same time unnecessarily punish Orlando.
Billy: That too.
This turn of events definitely does not sit well with the Icon, as his animosity continues to grow the longer he’s forced to view the handcuffs in Sallie’s grasp.
Sallie: And if you refuse to follow my demands Orlando, then you and your partner will be kicked out of the tag team tournament, and I can promise you here and now, that you will never, ever, get another shot at the IWC tag team championships! Awe, what’s wrong Cruzey, no clever one liners now, cuff got your tongue, hahahahaha.
For a moment Orlando shakes his head from the corny nature of the dialogue but then remembers while he is so enraged, forced to watch Sallie back towards the curtains with the handcuffs still held up high.
Douglas: What a crock of Grade A Bologna.
Mayne: There’s no such thing as Grade A Bologna, it all tastes like a dog’s ass, believing me, I have a lot of free time on my hands, I would know.
Dan: Disturbingly, I’ll take your word for it. I still have trouble believing that Orlando Cruze will be forced to compete with one hand cuffed behind his back tonight when he and Nathan Creed take on the Alpha Generation. His one chance at revenge, and the possibility of moving on in the tag team tournament, may have just been taken from him by this vindictive she devil.
Mayne: She is not the devil Dan, last week she was dressed like an angel, that right there negates any demonic possibilities. Besides, Orlando deserved this, he was asking for it when he started that huge brawl at the conclusion of last week’s Riot!
Dan: This is still ridiculous in every conceivable way.
The petition is slid back into the ring while Orlando continues to look up the ramp, glaring at Sallie as she smiles and vanishes behind the curtains. There are obvious malicious intentions on the mind of the ever so angry Orlando.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
COMING SOON TO DVD
ROBIN BROOKS & JON RICH VS. THE ROGUE SQUADRON
"Metalingus" plays over the PA as the lights go out. The crowds cheer as smoke fills the stage.
You think you know me?
On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
On this day it's so real to me
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive
As the chorus plays, a standing Savior appears before them through a thick amount of smoke. Smiling, he makes his way down to the ring with the stolen X-Class title belt draped over his shoulder. Sliding into the ring, he smirks confidently at the audience.
I'll never long for what might have been.
Regret won't waste my life again.
I won't look back. I'll fight to remain...
Slowing rising to his feet, Savior keeps his eyes locked on the audience as he stands in the centre of the ring, arrogantly displaying the shimmering title over his shoulder.
On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
On this day it's so real to me
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind
Everything has come to life.
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive...
Savior slowly raises his arms, forming an X around his chest .
I've been defeated and brought down
Dropped to my knees when hope ran out
The time has come to change my ways...
Suddenly, Savior separates his arms and keeps his head lowered. His arms stretch out and he raises his head as fire appears from the turnbuckles and the cry of a phoenix is heard from the skies.
On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
On this day it's so real to me
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive...
Douglas: Billy, for the love of God, put down your lighter.
Mayne: I’m sorry, but something about all this hair metal style music just gets me all pumped up, just like Christian Savior’s presence. Every time you see this man you know your in for a fast paced thrill ride. Although I’ve never been on a ride that would actually be considered thrilling, actually I don’t think I’ve ever been to a amusement park since my parents told me roller coasters induce labor.
Dan: Please, no more information about your personal life. As you can see ladies and gentlemen, if you can get past Billy’s increasingly stagnant dialogue, that we’re ready for our first second round tag team tournament match as Christian Savior and Adam Riddick of the Rogue Squadron are about to clash with the team of Robin Brooks and Jon Rich. This should be another phenomenal match as part of the tournament.
Savior leans back first against one of the corners and throws the X-Class title over his shoulder once more, staring rather apathetically towards the entry way.
"And I aint gonna be just a face in the crowd...
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud...
"It's my life" by Jon Bon Jovi hits the titantron. The crowd comes to life as the sound of a motorcycle engine revs up. The fans cheer as Adam Riddick, dawning his leather jacket with white wifebeater, wrestling pants, and ring boots, rides out onto the stage on his 2004 United Motors Renegade 200. Holding onto his back is his wife, Kassie Khane.
The Renegade Rocker circles the ring once before bringing the bike to a stop at the bottom of the ramp. Hoping off his bike, Adam slides into the ring while Kassie remains outside.
Hopping onto the middle rope of the nearest turnbuckle, Adam glares out at the crowd, a smirk appearing on his face. He blows Kassie a kiss before hoping off the turnbuckle and taking off his leather jacket and shirt. Savior overlooks the two of them with a bit of disgust yet steps out of the corner slowly, approaching his partner and placing his hand on his shoulder, begging to talk strategy with the Renegade Rocker.
Mayne: And here’s another guy who’s sheer presence energizes me, because you know when Riddick and Savior are together….
Douglas: Your going to expect an absolute classic. Yes, we know already, quit repeating yourself. I will echo the sentiment though that these two men put on a fantastic bout at Breathless, and definitely were pushed to their limit by Fully Loaded in order to advance to this round in the tournament.
Billy: They just wanted to make Fully Loaded look good, they could have beat them at any time, just like they’ll prove when they defeat Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed yet again inside of the steel cage at Extinction.
Dan: Assuming either of them makes it to Extinction considering their highly vindictive opponents tonight, two individuals that Savior has unresolved issues with, and of course Riddick is going to be pulled in the middle of once again.
Savior is trying to talk some strategy with Riddick who has trouble listening to him as his eyes keep darting to the X-Class title belt over his shoulder. He doesn’t appear to want to listen yet does so anyway as they prepare for what should be another hard fought tag team battle. Rumor by Lindsey Lohan now this the PA system, causing the fans to react accordingly with a loud uproar as pyrotechnics shoot from the stage, sending red sparkles showering down onto the steel. Through the curtains now marches the “Black Widow” Robin Brooks to an even louder reaction. She throws an arm up high into the air, getting the crowd more pumped up while she hops up and down on the stage and then begins to throw some shadow punches. All the while the eyes of the rightful X-Class Champion are drawn to her stolen title belt as Savior stands on the turnbuckle and intentionally lifts it up high for her to see. Bitterness has settled on Brooks’ face as she runs to the ring and slides in under the ropes, rising to her knees and staring at both of her opponents who are being held by the official.
Douglas: Robin Brooks glaring straight at her stolen title belt, which Savior seems to be trying to use in order to distract her from her goal of winning this match. Of course we know that Robin isn’t the type that’s easily distracted, as she’s been able to push aside all her personal problems to remain focused on her in ring action.
Mayne: And boy does she ever have personal problems that are only compounded by her mental ones. I guess I should give her a little credit for being able to remain focused on her matches though in between whoring herself out to Killjoy and Hurse on a weekly basis.
Douglas: That’s probably the closest thing Robin will ever get to a compliment from you.
Mayne: Yep.
The rightful X-Class Champion rises to her feet and keeps her eyes glued on the smirking Savior while Riddick is chatting with Kassie on the outside of the ring about this whole situation. “Unbreakable” by Bon Jovi now begins to play over the PA system, garnishing another loud ovation from the fans. Those packed into the building are buzzing with excitement at the sight of the former N.H.B Champion storming through the curtains, Jon Rich marching onto the stage with a bandage still present over one eye. His intense features are locked on the ring before he makes his way down the ramp, looking all fired up after watching all those clips of the brutality inflicted on Roxas Knoxx backstage at the hands of his future opponent Desolation. Jon moves down the ramp with quickness, taking no time to celebrate with the fans before he jumps onto the apron and finds his one good remaining eye focused on the faces of his opponent. Just like Robin his intention is mostly centered on Savior, the man who targeted his banged up ribs several weeks ago in order to obtain his victory.
Douglas: Man, I have never seen Jon Rich in this state before, he looks like a completely different person as a result of this feud with Desolation.
Mayne: And yet he’s stupid enough to keep going after the Dark Man. Will he not stop until he’s paralyzed and pooping in a bed-pan? Believe me it’s not as glamorous as it sounds, those pans can be awfully cold. But I hope that’s the state Desolation leaves this malicious son of a bitch in at Extinction in that Last Man Standing match.
Dan: I’m interested to see how he and Robin work together tonight, they were surprisingly cohesive in their first round victory against River Angelus and Shawn Logan, but after Breathless, after what Desolation did to him, we may see a completely different Rich on this occasion.
Jon turns towards Robin and immediately motions for her to vacate the ring, insisting that he wants his hands on Christian Savior first. Brooks steps towards him and begins to argue with Jon, informing him that she wants to be the one to start this tag team contest to get revenge against the man who stole her X-Class title. All the while Riddick has vacated the ring, allowing Christian to start this match off for their team as Savior wears an overly confident expression. The X-Class title is finally handed to referee Chester Princeton who quickly slides it through the ropes into the waiting hands of the time keeper while Christian hops in place, getting himself ready for this match. Princeton steps towards Robin and Jon, demanding one of them vacate the ring, Rich refusing to budge and causing Brooks to roll her eyes as she starts towards her corner. As the bell rings in the background Jon immediately moves towards Savior who turns and quickly makes the tag to Riddick before vacating the ring, causing the fans to react with repulsion. Adam glares at his brother with bewilderment while Christian motions towards the ring from the apron, insisting he get in there and fight an increasingly frustrated Jon Rich.
That’s when Jon just steps forward and takes Christian under the arm and by the back of the hair, throwing him over the cables back into the ring. Savior crashes across his back on the canvas and rolls to his knees, standing up quickly when Jon steps towards him and delivers a hard jab to his face, followed by another one. The blows cause Christian to stagger in reverse, flailing his arms in the process. That’s when Riddick enters the ring behind Rich and blasts him over the back with a hard clubbing blow, causing him to be bent forward and grit his teeth in pain. Adam grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around when Jon grabs him by the throat with both hands, pushing him backwards into the corner. Riddick finds himself pressed against the turnbuckle with Rich choking the life out of him with both hands when Savior moves up behind his opponent and throws a forearm directly into his lower back. Jon arches his spine and yells in pain while he turns towards Savior who grabs him around the neck, snapmaring him over onto his seat. As soon as he lands in a seated position Christian rushes out of the corner and delivers a dropkick to the back of his head. This causes Jon to dig his fingers into his palms while Riddick steps out of the corner and jumps over his head, wrapping his hands around the back of it and pulling his cranium forward with extreme whiplash. The combination of moves causes Jon to finally tumble onto his spine, reaching for his neck.
Mayne: Yeah, do damage to his head, make him feel the pain that I did Rogue Squadron.
Douglas: Jon started out this match a little too heated perhaps and walked right into this brutality at the hands of Savior and Riddick, who are showing what makes them such a well oiled machine via that combination of moves.
Riddick turns back towards Jon and grabs hold of his legs, lifting them into the air and placing them under his armpits. The increasingly agitated Adam tries to lift Rich up off the canvas into a giant swing while Savior has vacated the squared circle at referee Princeton’s behest. The agile Jon is twisting and turning to prevent being lifted though as he bends his legs and causes Riddick to double over, allowing Rich to reach up and slug him to the face several times. Adam is forced to release his legs and stumble backwards some as Jon rolls over backwards onto his feet only to have the Renegade come charging at him. To the shock of Riddick, Jon has sprung into the air and connects with a hard back elbow directly to his inbound sternum, sending both men crashing to the canvas. Rich rolls over onto his elbows and knees then crawls towards Adam, grabbing him by the hair and beginning to deck him repeatedly to the face. Official Princeton steps in and starts a five count before Jon stops punching and uses his grasp on his opponent’s hair to force him up to his knees. A now enraged Riddick begins to throw right hands into Jon’s ribs, causing him to be doubled over as Adam rises to his feet and steps in with a kick aimed directly at his opponent’s chest. Rich catches him around the ankle though, preventing the kick and then swinging around as he sweeps the other leg out from under his opponent. As a result Riddick crashes onto his back, allowing Jon to spin around and then dive forward into a flipping senton. Adam sits up, avoiding it at the last second as Jon hits the ring hard spine first, Riddick standing up at his side and jumping into the air with an extension of his leg. It connects with nothing but canvas, Jon rolling out of the way at the last second and rising to his feet. He comes charging in with an intended knee strike aimed at his seated opponent’s face. That’s when Riddick reaches out, catching him around the knee as it connects with his chest, then dropping backwards. Rich tumbles over forward into the canvas with Adam standing up over his leg, trying to lock in a Boston crab.
Jon quickly twists around though and sits up, grabbing the back of Riddick’s pants and pulling him backwards into his chest and then dropping in reverse, rolling him up into a pinfall predicament. Jon is seated on the back of Riddick’s thighs and folding him up as a result, pressing him to the canvas across the back of his shoulders. Just as Princeton drops down to make the count, Riddick rolls over backwards onto his knees then turns, reaching up and grabbing Jon around the thigh, rolling him over in reverse into the school boy.
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Rich rolls over out of the school boy attempt and grabs the arm that was used to pull him down into the pinfall. He utilizes this grasp on Riddick’s arm to drag him up to his feet and then pull him forward into a short arm clothesline that Riddick ducks under at the last second. A surprised Jon turns right as Adam swings around for a huge spinning heel kick that Rick rolls under, getting right back to his feet then stepping in with a roaring elbow aimed at his opponent’s face. Riddick ducks it though and spins around to face his opponent, Jon doing the same as both men freeze, having a stand off with one another. The crowd claps and cheers at the sight of this stalemate between both men, having reversed everything the other threw at them.
Douglas: Reversal after reversal, counter after counter, this is some amazing in ring action between both of these men in the early goings of this tag team tournament bout.
Mayne: Riddick is just getting Jon tired is all, that way he can go back to softening up that head, which is what Rich deserves considering what he’s done to other people.
Christian has his hand over his face, shouting at Riddick to be more productive in the ring and go back to the attack already, on the other hand Robin is clapping, trying to support her tag team partner. That’s when both men step towards one another and begin to talk some smack, Jon appearing to be devolving to his primal state while Riddick becomes just as animated. That’s when Rich throws a forearm into the side of Riddick’s face and Adam returns with one of his own. Both men are really coming to blows with one another before Riddick throws a knee into Jon’s ribs, doubling him over and taking him under the arm. He steps forward across the ring, looking for a hip toss only for Jon to spin around and reverse by hooking one of Riddick’s arms, throwing him up high into the air. Adam flips forward and crashes into the canvas across his spine, sitting up immediately afterwards and sinking his teeth into his lower lip as a result. Rich charges forward and jumps over top of the seated Riddick, ducking his head and going into a roll directly onto his feet before turning towards the seated Adam and charging in. He delivers a quick dropkick directly to his face, knocking him onto his back while Jon rolls to his side, standing up then charging forward and flipping through the air, coming down into that flipping senton he was looking fo earlier. This time he connects with his back right into the ribs of Riddick, who begins to convulse as a result, Jon rolling right onto his feet and turning to face his opponent with an impatient expression. Just as he begins to salivate at the thought of getting his hands on Riddick once again, Robin reaches over the ropes, slapping Jon’s shoulder and tagging herself into this match.
Jon’s scowl transfers to Robin who is making her way up the turnbuckle, reaching the top rope as Rich breaths heavily yet slips through the ropes, letting her have at it. Riddick is rising to his feet in the ring with his arms crossed over his ribs as Robin takes flight off the top rope now, soaring through the air and connecting with a huge crossbody directly into her opponent. Riddick is knocked from his feet and sent crashing onto his back with Robin coming down on top of him, yet somehow he’s able to roll over backwards, pushing Brooks over into a pinning predicament. An enraged Riddick rises with Robin extended across his chest and now throws her up into the air, catching her on top of his shoulders for a powerbomb only for Brooks to snap over in reverse into a huge hurricarana. Adam is sent flipping over, catching some height as he does so before slamming hard back first into the ring.
Douglas: And now Robin has entered this match with a huge move connecting against Riddick.
Mayne: She sure does like to use that hurricarana, mostly because it puts her junk in multiple men’s faces, hahahahaha. Ohhh, I just made myself sick.
Dan: You have the same effect on me every time you open your mouth.
Christian is slapping the apron and demanding that his partner get back up as Adam turns onto his knees, shaking his head after that hurricarana while Robin comes charging towards him. She steps in and kicks Riddick to the gut, doubling him over then delivers a European Uppercut directly to his jaw, causing him to stand up and stagger in reverse, falling back first against the turnbuckle. His arms tumble over the cables while Robin comes barreling forward, jumping into the air and placing her feet to Adam’s ribs while interlocking her hands around the back of his head. It’s clear that she’s setting up for a huge monkey flip when Adam places his hands to her mid-section, shoving her off and sending her flipping over in reverse right onto her feet. The crowd cheers this display of athleticism as Brooks now comes rushing forward at Riddick still in the corner. She jumps into the air for what appears to be a splash only to have Adam step out of the way at the last second, causing her to change things up at the last second and instead land feet first on the second cable. She balances herself and then spins around to face Riddick who steps in, placing his ribs to her gut and dragging her out of the turnbuckle with a fireman’s carry directly into the death valley driver.
The fans react with shock at the sight of Brooks’ body hitting the ring with such force while Kassie cheers on the outside of the ring and Savior calls for the tag. Riddick sits Robin up first then moves to his corner, slapping Savior’s hand who promptly slips through the ropes and approaches the seated Brooks, the rightful owner of the title belt that he stole. He now approaches her leg, grabbing hold of her ankle and lifting up on it, causing Robin to roll over in reverse and find her legs going around the waist of Riddick. He reaches down and wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her up off the canvas in a wheelbarrow position while Savior falls to his back, lifting both of his boots up into the air. The crowd boos as Riddick pushes Robin down out of the wheelbarrow position so that she lands face first directly onto the erected feet of Savior. Her features bounce off of them while she staggers in reverse right into the waiting shoulder of Adam. He lifts her into the air and then drops her seat first directly across his knee with the atomic drop, causing her to lunge forward and reach for her posterior. As soon as she does this, Savior goes into a headstand on the canvas and flips up and out of it right into a lariat directly to Brooks’ throat, taking her down to the canvas with force. The fans have a mixed reaction at the sight of all these combination moves from the Rogue Squadron, once again displaying what makes them such a finely tuned tag team.
Mayne: Why oh why did Jon Rich allow Robin Brooks to get in there and start stinking up the team once again?
Douglas: Because it’s a tag team match, your suppose to allow your partner to do some of the work.
Billy: I guarantee we won’t see that in the other tag team tournament match tonight, because Nathan Creed have to be an idiot to tag in Orlando considering the fact that he’ll have his hand bound behind his back.
Dan: Don’t give me more reasoning to be disgusted.
Savior turns and crawls into the cover on Brooks, hooking her leg with quickness.
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Robin gets her shoulder off the canvas, turning away from Savior who gets to his knees and grabs her by the hair. He pulls her head up and places it under his armpit, applying a dragon sleeper submission hold to the despair of the crowd. The back of Robin’s heels hit the canvas, trying to find a way to escape this submission as Christian licks his lips and enjoys the pain he’s inflicting on the woman who he stole the X-Class title belt from. Robin appears to be on the verge of succumbing to the agony but suddenly lifts one of her knees, driving it upwards directly into the face of Savior as he bent forward to obtain a better grasp on the submission. Her knee connects with his face again, then a third time causing him to break the submission and stand up, staggering backwards. In a groggy state he swipes his hands across his face only for Robin to roll backwards, lifting her legs into the air and placing them on top of Christian’s shoulders, trying to wrap them around his neck in order to hit some type of head scissors. Instead of being able to connect though, Savior places his hands to the front of her thighs, shoving her off and sending her into a forward roll. She ends up on her feet then turns to face Christian who comes charging in with a spear only for Brooks to leapfrog him. Savior goes under her and continues into the ropes, bouncing off of them and then coming back in at Brooks who drops onto her back, lifting her feet into the air and placing them to Christian’s ribs. She pushes him up high into the air, causing Savior to flip upside down and come crashing into the canvas with a huge monkey toss that causes the crowd to start screaming. Christian arches his back and roars in pain as a result of the collision while Robin rolls over in reverse onto her feet. Just as she does a still dazed Savior comes charging in right into a huge dropkick from Brooks that knocks him down with force into the canvas.
Douglas: Robin Brooks finally answering back with some high impact moves to the cranium of Christian!
Mayne: It’s only a matter of time before she ends up in a more comfortable position, lying on her back. Hahahaha, wait, that wasn’t very funny.
Dan: Nothing you say strikes me as even remotely humorous.
A battered Christian grips at his face now while trying to force himself to his feet. Just as he gets his legs beneath him Brooks steps in and connects with a vicious kick to the back of his thigh, causing him to jump into the air and begin to hop on one foot. She moves in and delivers another kick to his inner thigh, again trying to welt up the muscles before rushing into the ropes in front of Savior. She bounces off and comes back in before jumping into the and dropkicking Christian directly to his knee, causing him to drop to the canvas to all fours as a result while Brooks rolls across the ring and extends her hand for the tag. Jon slaps her palm and jumps over the cables in a begrudging manner before moving straight towards his down opponent, Savior trying to force himself up to his feet. Right as he gets his feet beneath him, Rich charges up behind him and delivers a clipping shoulder block to the back of his knee, Savior being sent crashing onto his back. His leg is launched into the air as a result while Rich stands up at his side, taking hold of his ankle. He uses this grasp to pull Savior over onto his stomach then wraps the leg around his own, turning his back towards his opponent. Now that Christian’s leg is trapped, Jon drops back, wrenching at the leg violently and causing Savior to push himself up onto his elbows, roaring in agony. Jon stands up straight with Savior’s leg still trapped around his own then falls in reverse a second time, twisting at it even more violently. The pain is almost indescribable as Christian digs his claws into the canvas and pushes himself up into the air, Riddick watching on rather seriously. Strangely enough a grin has found its way to his face, almost as if he enjoys seeing his brother get his comeuppance.
Jon stands up with the leg of his opposition still trapped around his own before switching around so that he’s standing over it. He pulls the leg up and sits down on the back of it almost, applying a Boston crab which causes Savior’s pain to increase ten fold. The lips on his sweaty face are trembling from the pain coursing through his knee as Jon sits down further on the back of his knee, Robin clapping her hands as a result. She is showing her partner some serious support before Jon’s eyes scowl at her, causing her celebration to be cut off almost immediately as she becomes more timid.
Mayne: Come on Savior, don’t let this guy try to end your career like he did to me.
Dan: If I have to tolerate you drawing attention to that little bump on the head you received one more time, I swear I’m walking out.
Billy: That’s fine, means more screen time for me. And we all know more Billy equals more ratings.
Jon is ever intense as he tries to force this submission, determined to hear Christian tap out and make him experience the same type of pain he put him through all those weeks ago. Somehow Christian is hanging in there though, refusing to submit as he pushes himself up onto his elbows and now glares at his apathetic brother, calling out for assistance. Riddick shakes his head and sighs before sliding through the ropes and charging up behind Jon, looking to break up the submission hold. Rich turns at the last second though, breaking the crab and bending forward as he catches Riddick’s legs, lifting them into the air and causing him to be tripped up onto his back. Jon steps through the legs, wrapping them around his own and then turning him over into the sharpshooter to a huge reaction from the fans. Anguish emanates from every inch of Riddick’s body as he pushes himself up onto his elbows, finding himself in an even more excruciating position than his brother. Robin looks enthused as Jon really wrenches back on the sharpshooter, Princeton stepping in and demanding he let’s go of the illegal individual in this match. Rich isn’t listening though as Savior gets up and hobbles in at his side, Jon’s bandaged eye obstructing his view of this. Christian steps up Jon and connects with a stiff enzugari to the back of his skull, the collision causing him to release Riddick from the sharpshooter and stagger forward in a highly dazed state. He can barely keep his legs beneath him while Savior rises to his feet and begins to stomp his foot in anticipation of him turning around. Although barely coherent Jon spins to face Christian, who steps in with a superkick aimed directly at his face. Just as his foot threatens to connect with his jaw it misses, Jon ducking under it as Savior now spins around and walks right into a spear to the mid-section. The force of the spear takes him from a standing base and sends him crashing to the canvas across his back, Jon landing on his knees at his side then hooking his leg.
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Riddick dives into the fray and drops a double axehandle into the back of Jon’s skull, breaking up the pinfall at the last second. The fans are putting their hands together while Riddick takes Jon around the jaw, dragging him up to his feet and throwing forearm shivers into the side of his face. He now knees him directly to the ribs, doubling him over as Riddick takes him by the back of the head and trunks, rushing him across the ring and intending to throw him over the ropes. That’s when Jon stands and switches around behind Riddick, taking him by the hair and pants and throwing him through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Adam turns and slams with force against the mats, the crowd putting their hands together while Kassie watches on with her hands cupping her mouths. The increasingly intense Rich turns back towards the ring and walks directly into a superkick to the jaw from Christian that causes everyone to watch on in shock. The force of the kick knocks Rich from his feet and sends him crashing to the canvas as Christian lands on his knees at his side and quickly drops into the cover.
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Somehow Jon gets his shoulder off the canvas to a huge reaction from the fans, Savior sitting on the canvas in anger.
Douglas: Ohhh, the superkick from Savior, which he calls the Soul Survivor, and that’s exactly what Jon showed himself to be, as he survived that devastating maneuver.
Mayne: Leave the segways to the professionals Dan.
Although his jaw should be broken by that superkick Rich is still fighting as Savior scoots up to his side, taking him around the neck and beginning to slug him repeatedly in the face with closed fists. Christian appears outraged that Jon kicked out of his superkick as he now rises to his feet, wincing in pain from his knee while jumping into the air and coming down boot first right into the face of Rich. His lower body kicks into the air while Christian moves around to his legs, grabbing hold of both of them and holding them up before he drops down knee first directly into his testicles. Princeton jumps right in his face, demanding he cease any low blows as Savior claims he connected with the abdomen and now turns back towards the laid out Rich, stepping to his side and placing his boot directly to his throat. He is choking the life from his opponent’s frame before he takes his shoe away and jumps into the air, coming down head first right into Jon’s chest. Rich begins to convulse on the canvas while an outraged Savior stands and turns towards his brother who has just gotten back in his corner. He steps in and tags Riddick into this match, Adam quickly sliding through the ropes and entering with just as enraged of an expression as his brother. He and Savior step towards the laid out Rich, grabbing him by the hair and rolling him to his knees. The Rogue Squadron stand on opposite sides of Rich and begin to deliver clubbing blows with both their arms to his upper back. The strikes are weakening Jon tremendously, causing him to drop to his knees in the process while they now take him by the wrists, forcing him to his feet. They whip him straight across the ring into the cables when Jon springs into the air, landing feet first on the second cable. To the shock of the fans he springs off backwards into a double back elbow to both his opponent’s sternums, knocking them down to the canvas with Rich landing on his seat between them. He rolls over backwards onto his feet with Savior and Riddick rolling to their knees, trying to stand up in front of him. Just as they do Jon comes barreling in only for his opponent’s to catch him gut first against their shoulders. They stands up, going for a double back drop only for Rich to wrap his arms around their necks, dropping backwards into a stereo DDT. The skulls of both Rogue Squadron members crash into the canvas and then they roll onto their backs, Jon lying between them still in an exhausted state.
Douglas: Jon Rich somehow answering back against this onslaught with a huge double DDT, now would be the opportune time for him to make the tag.
Mayne: That would imply he’d have a level of intelligence, so we’ll probably see him try to stay in there and continue to get brutality inflicted on his already fragile frame.
Jon forces himself over onto all fours with his frame aching from head to toe as his eyes encompass the sight of Robin Brooks, who is standing on the second rope sticking her arm out over the top rope. It’s clear that she’s very anxious for the tag into this match while Jon tries to make his way towards her in a very sluggish manner, that’s when his ankle is grabbed by Christian, stopping his progression. Riddick is rolling out of the ring in the process at Princeton’s behest while Christian begins to drag Jon backwards across the ring with him trying to push off his opponent but to no avail. Christian has both of his legs, which he lifts into the air and spreads before dropping head first right into his testicles. Rich sits up, groaning in pain while Princeton jumps all over him again, Savior standing up with one leg still gripped in his hands as he waits for Riddick to rise onto the apron. As soon as he does, Christian reaches out and slaps his hand, tagging him into the match, Riddick quickly entering and grabbing Jon’s other leg. Both men pull the legs apart like they were breaking a wishbone and cause Jon to sit up, roaring in pain until both Rogue Squadron members jump into the air and connect with a double dropkick into Rich’s features. The blow knocks him onto his back, leaving him laid out while Adam rolls over on top of Jon, hooking his leg.
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To the surprise of the Rogue Squadron, Jon kicks out, getting his shoulder off the canvas. Adam rolls over onto his knees and takes hold of Jon’s bangs with both hands, dragging him up slowly to a standing base and then dragging his head between his legs. He hooks both of his arms and now throws Rich up into the air, twisting him as he comes down back first directly across his knee. Jon falls onto his side, reaching for his spine in the process while Riddick sits him up then steps in with a hard running kick directly to the small of his back. A shockwave of pain shoots through Jon’s tender frame, arching his back from the kick while Adam spins around and drops behind him, digging his knee into the lower spinal column of his opponent. He interlocks his hands around Jon’s jaw, dragging back on it as he applies the rear chinlock to the despair of the gathered masses. Robin lifts her hands into the air, starting to clap them together, trying to rally the fans behind Rich, which they gladly do. Everyone is trying to force Jon up to his feet while he continues to find himself trapped in this rear chinlock. The knee is almost breaking Jon’s spine as Adam really wrenches in reverse on the chinlock yet begins to feed off the energy being fed to him by the jampacked crowd. Riddick’s eyes twist with disbelief as Rich begins to force himself upwards ever so slowly, causing the Rogue Squadron member to have to break his submission hold.
Douglas: Jon Rich is fighting his way up to his feet here ladies and gentlemen, trying his best to escape this rear chinlock, but it might all be in vain if he can’t make that tag.
Mayne: It’s all in vain no matter what Jon does.
The fans are really rallied behind him as Jon reaches his feet only for Riddick to break the submission and push him forward into the cables. Rich bounces off chest first and staggers in reverse right into the forearm of Riddick as it is driven deeply into his spine. Rich arches his back as a result of the blow, shouting in pain before Adam pushes him forward into the cables sternum first once again. Jon’s exhausted body bounces off the cables and staggers backwards into Riddick who bends forward only for Jon to roll up and over his shoulder in reverse. He lands on his feet directly behind Adam who spins around only to be struck with a step up enzugari directly to his face. The crowd reacts with shock as Adam staggers backwards into the cables, bouncing off them and through no power of his own being launched in the direction of Jon, who just barely gets up in time to jump into the air and connect with a vicious spinning heel kick once again to the face of his opponent. Riddick is knocked to the canvas, going into convulsions while Jon lands on his back, reaching for his spine then turning to glare at Robin, who is jumping up and down on the ropes, begging for a tag. In an extreme amount of pain Jon forces himself to a crawling base, ever so slowly making his way towards his partner, actually willing to make a tag this time around. All the while, Riddick has rolled to his side with a glazed over expression on his face, his eyes transferring to the ever so anxious features of Savior, as he looks for the tag as well. Adam gets to his elbows and knees, making his way towards his partner, just like Rich as both men find themselves only a few inches removed from their respective teammates. That’s when Adam dives forward, slapping the hand of Savior and tagging him into this match as he jumps over the cables into the ring. He bolts straight at Jon who slaps the outstretched palm of Brooks, tagging the Black Widow into this match. Before Savior can stop running, Brooks springs onto the top rope and flies off with a dropkick directly into his chest. The fans react with a huge collection of cheers as Savior is knocked to the canvas with force across his back, Robin rolling onto her knees.
Douglas: Both individuals have made the tag and now the somewhat fresh Robin Brooks is in this match.
Mayne: Given Robin’s feminine hygiene, I doubt any part of her is feeling fresh or is fresh.
Adam rises to his feet and storms towards Brooks who suddenly ducks her head, going into a head stand and then pushing herself out of it as she wraps her legs around Riddick’s head. She snaps over backwards, sending Riddick flipping over with a modified head scissors that causes him to crash with force against the canvas while Robin remains on all fours. Christian steps towards her while holding his chest and hobbling before Brooks crawls through his legs, ending up behind him. She stands up and jumps into the air, landing on Savior’s shoulders from behind, looking for a reverse hurricarana only for Christian to place his hands to her thighs and shove her over his head. Robin lands on her feet in front of Christian who places his hands to her back and shoves her forward at the slowly rising Riddick. Adam tries to catch her with a clothesline to the throat only for Brooks to hook his arm with her own and lift her legs into the air, swinging them around over the back of Riddick and wrapping them around his other shoulder. Brooks drops back and sends Riddick flipping over in reverse into a crucifix bomb, causing Adam to land directly on the back of his head and shoulders. He bounces off the canvas and lands on his knees with a very groggy expression on his face while the crowd is going nuts, Christian appearing furious however. He comes charging in at Robin who stands in the nick of time to turn and kick the legs out from under Savior, causing his boots to be launched into the air and find their way directly into the face of Riddick.
A huge reaction goes up from the fans as Savior has just knocked Riddick out unintentionally thanks to Brooks, who turns her back towards him and jumps into the air. She flips over backwards with grace and connects with a standing moonsault, immediately hooking Christian’s leg.
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Somehow Christian is able to shoot his shoulder from the canvas, escaping the pinfall at the last possible second. Robin questions the speed of the count yet rises to her feet and glares at Riddick who is utilizing the cables force himself to his feet, all disorientated by the action in this match. She rushes into the cables perpendicular to Riddick, jumping onto the second cable and springing off before she twists in mid-air and connects with a dropkick to the back of Adam’s head. The collision knocks him forward into the cables, causing him to bounce off and stagger in reverse while Brooks stands and charges into the ropes he just ricocheted off of. She springs onto the second cable and then flies off, twisting in mid-air when Riddick reaches up, catching her on top of his shoulder to the shock of everyone and twisting around into that ever so destructive spinning spinebuster of his. All the air is driven from Brooks’ body after the collision while Riddick rises to his feet in a sluggish a manner, absolutely spent after all of this intense action.
Mayne: Yeah Riddick, you teach her why all those high flying, flippidty moves are going to get her nowhere. Did you see the way he plucked her out of the air into that Double A style spinebuster?
Douglas: Yes, I saw it, quit kicking my shin with your foot, how could I miss it?
Billy: I don’t know, you could have been distracted by something shinny, like the ends of my shoe strings. Hmmm, they are bright aren’t they?
The crowd is absorbed by all the action in this highly competitive second round match in the tag team tournament as Riddick forces himself to his feet then turns towards Rich who suddenly springs off the top rope and flies through the air, connecting with a high impact forearm strike right to his face. The crowd screams with joy as Riddick crashes to the canvas and Jon rolls away from him onto his seat, reaching for his lower back in agony. Nevertheless he stands up and at the behest of Princeton returns to his corner, where he promptly insists that Brooks make the tag. Robin is her highly volatile state rises to her elbows and knees, crawling across the ring then diving forward and slapping Jon’s hand, tagging him back into this match. Rich slips through the cables and then comes charging at the slowly rising Savior, taking him down with a lethal lariat to the throat. The force of which sends him collapsing onto his back with force while Rich waits for him to get up. As soon as Christian forces himself to his feet Jon charges in with a back elbow directly to his chest, knocking him to the canvas again until Rich steps in and flips forward into a deadly senton leg drop right across Savior’s throat. Christian begins to convulse as a result, rolling away Jon who rolls in reverse right onto his feet. He comes charging in with a brutal knee lift directly into Savior’s face. The force of which causes him to stand up straight, almost losing his footing as a result while Jon spins around into a roaring clothesline. He misses though as Savior ducks under his approaching arm, Rich spinning around and walking right into a diamond cutter. Savior jumps into the air, catching him around the neck and pulls him down face first with force into the canvas, the crowd screaming as a result. Jon’s features crash with force against the ring before he rolls onto his back, looking almost lifeless.
Mayne: The diamond cutter, yes, yes, the diamond cutter!
Douglas: He caught Jon out of nowhere with that move, but does he have it left in him to make the pinfall?
Christian is so light headed and confused that he has absolutely no idea where he is, rising to his feet slowly when Brooks comes barreling in out of nowhere. She ducks her head as it hits Savior’s ribs, causing her to flip upwards and sit on his shoulders, Christian turning to powerbomb her over the ropes only to be pulled over the cables into a hurricarana. Cheers erupt from the fans as both athletes crash to the outside mats with tremendous force, but as they went over the ropes, Riddick reached out from his corner and slapped Christian’s back. With both athletes spread out over the mats almost unconscious, Adam steps across the apron and makes his way up the turnbuckle, getting to the very top rope. He balances himself then flies from the top rope with a picture perfect frogsplash connecting with force against Jon’s mid-section. He quickly hooks Rich’s leg with the fans reacting with a very mixed response.
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The whole arena erupts as Jon Rich barely shoots his shoulder off the canvas, Riddick turning over onto his seat with his palms stuck out in front of his face, in sheer disbelief over the fact that he did not just now obtain the victory in this match. He is sweating and shaking his head, unable to come to grips with the fact that Jon kicked out after taking the diamond cutter and the frog splash. Riddick slides his hands into his hair, trying to calm himself down, attempting to rationalize with himself how Rich could have possibly gotten his shoulder up. Unfortunately he isn’t given a lot of time to figure out how the determined Rich kicked out as on the outside of the ring Robin Brooks and Christian Savior have fought one another to their feet. Christian jabs Brooks under the jaw several times before she steps back in and delivers a vicious knife edge chop across his chest. She spins around and kicks him hard to the ribs, doubling him over before Riddick comes rushing across the ring and dives through the ropes. Brooks turns right as she’s hit with a suicide dive directly to the skull from Riddick, who begrudgingly took flight at her. Both individuals spill to the outside mats with the crowd reacting in shock, yet still putting their hands together over all this tremendous action in the second round of the tag team tournament.
Douglas: This thing is just breaking down out here Billy, both of these teams throwing all caution, and all respect out the window, as displayed by Riddick just connecting with Brooks.
Mayne: You knew it was going to be a brawl before this match started Dan, mostly because all tag matches usually disintegrate into chaos towards the ending. Hey, wait, what is Jon doing?
The fans are surprised by all they’ve witnessed between these two teams and as a result barely even notice that Jon is lying on the outside mats, reaching under the ring for something. Savior rolls back into the ring, which is now clear of bodies, all of them strewn around the squared circle instead. That’s when his eyes dart towards Jon forcing himself to his feet with the use of the apron, he can barely stand after taking two of those hard hitting moves from his opponents. This prompts Christian to lick his lips, amused with the prospect of getting his hands on Jon, standing and forcing himself towards his opponent. He reaches through the cables for Rich’s hair when Jon suddenly turns around, swinging a solid steel chair directly between Christian’s eyes. Savior is launched backwards, spilling onto his spine and wrapping his palms around his face in terrible pain. The official didn’t spot it though, his head stuck through the cables, yelling at Riddick who is forcing his exhausted body back onto the apron.
Mayne: Hey, Jon Rich just hit Savior with a chair you idiot referee, turn your fat ass around and keep your eyes on the action!
Douglas: What is Jon thinking using that chair on Christian’s cranium? Has he lost it?
Brooks is trying to get up on the outside of the ring as Rich rolls under the cables back into the squared circle with the chair still in his hand. An exhausted Riddick comes charging at Jon who turns and drives the top of the chair directly into his ribs, doubling Adam over as he reaches for his mid-section. The official has no other recourse but to turn and motion for the bell, as Rich steps to Riddick’s side, swinging the chair down violently over his spine. Everyone in the building is screaming in disbelief over what they just witnessed, Jon absolutely snapping and taking it to both members of the Rogue Squadron with a steel chair.
Douglas: Jon has lost it ladies and gentlemen….
Mayne: No, he just lost this match for his team is what he did.
Dan: I was about to get to that.
The rage clouding Jon’s one good eye is a clear indicator of just how infuriated he is as Riddick rolls across the canvas, holding his ribs and back from those devastating chair shots. Savior is using the ropes to stand while holding his forehead before Rich steps towards him with the chair, Christian bailing from the ring and bailing on his brother as well. He drops to the outside mats and quickly approaches the time keeper, snatching up the X-Class title belt then making his way from the ring, completely abandoning Riddick, leaving him to the mercy of Rich.
Mayne: As a result of Jon’s crazed actions, the Rogue Squadron advance in the tag team tournament, is he even thinking before he acts?
Douglas: Of course he isn’t. The man has absolutely lost his mind as a result of his very personal, heated feud with Desolation.
Savior backs up the ramp, still holding his forehead and coveting the X-Class title belt closely. His eyes are wide and filled with shock as he glares towards the ring where Jon is seething, standing over top of an aching Riddick. The deranged Rich slowly begins to lift the chair into the air above Riddick, about to cave his skull in with the steel when Robin steps up behind her partner, grabbing him by the shoulder. It’s obvious that she’s trying to stop him from hurting Riddick before Jon turns towards her, swinging the chair directly at her face. He stops just short of hitting her square in her pretty features as Brooks trips over backwards, landing on her spine and glaring up at Jon in shock. Her mouth is hanging open as she glares up at Jon, who is still trembling, at the brink of absolute implosion. Confliction seems to set in, as if Rich is asking himself why he didn’t take Brooks’ head off with the chair, which he slowly lowers to his side before finally throwing down. Rich steps forward, extending his finger out towards Brooks while still fuming over what just happened, not even caring that he got his team disqualified.
Rich: Stay out of my way Brooks. I don’t need you, I don’t need anyone!
Robin is in disbelief over the look in Rich’s eye as he backs away slowly. She says nothing, fearful for her life as Rich backs into the cables, continuing to glare at her before finally slipping through the cables onto the apron.
Douglas: Jon making a point, but I think there’s a much better way to do it. I would have liked to see him and Brooks advance in this tournament at the expense of the Rogue Squadron, but Jon just snapped here tonight, all thanks to his vendetta with Desolation.
Mayne: Jon doesn’t care about his partner, or this tournament, he’s only concerned with hurting people and getting Desolation one on one.
Robin is still shaking as she watches Jon drop to the mats and make his way up the ramp. Finally, when the coast is clear she scoots up beside Riddick, surprisingly checking on his condition as he groans and grips at his ribs.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
COMING TO PAY-PER-VIEW IN DECEMBER
STRANGE BEDFELLOWS
The reaction from the crowd is loud, reverberating from the numerous plain white walls backstage at the sight of an exhausted Jon Rich storming through the backstage area. Sweat glistens across his battered, tired frame while he moves in a highly tensed manner, appearing ready to implode against the very next person he sets sight on, through his one good eye at least. The events in that last match, coupled with what has been going on all night inside of his correlating around the actions of Desolation over the past month drives him to the very brink of his sanity. This shows on the shadowy eyes and abnormally hairy face of Rich, who hasn’t taken the time to maintain his appearance, his mind on much more important, vital tasks, getting his hands on Desolation in the Last Man Standing match. If it weren’t for the stipulation baring them from physical contact he might even try to obtain a measure of revenge tonight. But any masterful plot being assembled in his turbulent brain is cut short at the sight of Axl Evermore. A loud reaction commences from the fans at the sight of Axl standing directly in Jon’s chosen path, leaning side first with his shoulder pressed against the wall. He’s not even looking at Jon, his eyes focused on the clutter between his nails, yet is well aware of his presence, and the fact that Rich has frozen at the mere sight of him.
Axl: You know, we really need to start a “I Hate Desolation” fan club. It probably get more members than any Michael Bolton fan club, that’s for sure.
Obviously Jon is not amused by Axl’s comment, maybe because he’s never been a very big Michael Bolton fan, the hair is enough to scare people away.
Jon: I’m in no mood for another lecture Axl, even if it is mildly humorous. I’ve got other things on my mind.
After completing his statement with surprisingly little emotion he tries to get by Axl, who has the audacity to place his open palm to Rich’s chest, holding him back. Jon immediately takes offense to the hand pressed to his sternum while Axl moves away from the wall and makes sure he has eye contact with the man he’s consorted with a few times in the months since his arrival.
Evermore: And that’s exactly what I wanted to talk to you about. I know you just said you didn’t want another lecture, so I’ll keep this short.
Rich: That would be nice.
Axl: Don’t bust balls Jon, I’m just trying to help.
Jon: Awe, how sweet, everyone’s taken such a vested interest in my well being lately.
Surprisingly, instead of being deterred a chuckle emanates from the lungs of the ever so helpful Evermore.
Evermore: And you keep shutting everyone out. Listen, I’m not going to be like Magnus and tell you that it’s wrong to go after Desolation, that you should be living in a bubble instead of experiencing the type of hell that he puts his rivals through. After all, what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger as the age old saying, uh, says.
Oddly enough Jon seems to be listening, especially since this is the first person in months he’s ran by who isn’t trying to dissuade him to face the Dark Man. It’s rather refreshing to listen as Axl tries to give him a pep talk inspiring Jon in his quest for redemption against Desolation.
Axl: It would be a hell of a lot more unhealthy for you to keep such rage bottled up inside of you instead of unleashing it on the man who deserves it the most. And I find it deplorable, nay reprehensible that you should have to wait two weeks to get this out of your system at Extinction. No, no, if your not listening to guys like Magnus, someone you’ve trusted for years, why in the world should you be obeying AWOL’s commands, especially since his only goal in life has become tormenting his roster? He should be forced to understand just how passionate you are to get your hands on Desolation and made to understand that no red tape or bureaucratical bullshit is going to hold you back from fulfilling your needs. The best way to do that is to give AWOL a big up yours by personally assaulting Desolation tonight. Especially considering that Desolation wouldn’t see it coming at all, sense he thinks he’s being protected for the time being. You can’t allow him to get a false sense of security, and you have to show that just like him, your through playing by the rules. It’s time to open Desolation’s eyes Jon, and that time is tonight!
Evermore is getting slightly emotionally as he instills further hatred into the heart of Rich, who sucks in his lower lip and snarls at the prospect of finishing what was started tonight instead of having to endure the long impatient wait to Extinction. Axl slaps his hand on Jon’s shoulder, Rich not even thinking about it whatsoever now, his mind completely wrapped around the thought of inflicting pain on the Dark Man, making him suffer the hells that he’s been put through.
Axl: I think AWOL will understand if you can’t help but to go after Desolation tonight, rather it deliberately disobeys the zero contact stipulation he placed on you. After all, he wouldn’t be able to control himself in someone Curb Stomped his woman, although he does strike me as a forty year old virgin, but not the funny Steve Carrel type. He wouldn’t sit on his hands though as someone stapled him in the eye, he’d go after revenge, he’d make things even more personal. And if he doesn’t understand, then to hell with him, at the very least you’ll still have Desolation’s blood on your hands and a slight taste of satisfaction. So I say go out there tonight Jon, and look into Desolation’s eyes before you give him what you and I know he deserves.
Evermore looks straight into Jon’s highly emotional eyes as he breaths very hard, getting fired up at the prospect of seeing Desolation bleed greater amounts of blood than he ever has before. He now steps forward and receives a reassuring pat on the back in the process as Axl watches Jon march down the hallway, on a direct course to his fait, to his redemption. As soon as Jon has stepped out of hearing range a chuckle begins to escape from Evermore, in great contrast to the serious persona he was just relaying to Rich.
Evermore: Well, it looks like Desolation’s schedule is about to open up, and I’ll be getting him in the ring sooner rather than later. Hahahaha.
Hahahahaha….
The laughter seems to unnerve Axl slightly as he glances over his shoulder but is then forced to look up into the face of Chapel as a large shadow is cast over him from the Cartel Champion’s huge frame. Forced laughter continues to emanate from his lungs while his title belt glistens over his broad shoulder, stepping towards Axl, one of the opponents for his belt at Extinction, with no hesitation or reluctance. Evermore scratches at the back of his neck as he finds himself confused by Chapel’s reaction.
Chapel: Pardon me, but I just couldn’t help but to overhear your little soliloquy there, and I must say, how diabolical of you.
Axl puts up a false front by smirking and shrugging his shoulders.
Axl: I have no idea what your talking about.
Even though he’s almost always in a state of constant rage, Chapel roars with laughter, leaning back as his chuckles echo down the corridor, continuing to disturb Axl.
Chapel: Don’t play games with Axl, after one second of listening to your sneaky little whispers I know your entire plot. Your trying to get Jon to attack Desolation and thus break AWOL’s no physical contact rule so that he gets kicked out of his Last Man Standing match and you can get your hands on Desolation.
Axl bites at his lower lip, realizing he’s been had but chooses to continue acting anyway. He tries to play it off by acting normal and un-phased.
Evermore: You know Chapel, you really should be a fiction writer, you’re a masterful story teller. Of course to be a writer you have to know how to spell more than just your name so you might be in trouble.
Chapel: Oh Axl, you and your unbearable one liners. Now it’s your turn to listen instead of deceive. I don’t care what your trying to do between Jon Rich and Desolation, what kind of violence your trying to inspire, but your deceitful ways better remain backstage and not get in the way of the action in the ring tonight. I realize that your going to be one of my opponents for the Cartel title at Extinction, so I know I have to keep my eyes on you already, combine that with the fact that your naturally conniving and we have ourselves a real recipe for disaster. So what’s keeping me of rectifying this problem now before I’ll undoubtedly have to handle it the ring later on tonight?
The always imposing Chapel moves towards Evermore, causing him to step back and lift his palms in a mockingly defensive manner.
Axl: Cool your jets Chapel, relax, you can trust me.
Chapel: I wonder how many people you told that lie to.
Evermore: A few, but I wouldn’t dream of double crossing you. You know what Chaps, I’ll be a better tag team partner tonight than Shawn Michaels. That’s right, I’ll take the legendary Shawn Michaels approach to tonight’s tag team match, does that make you feel better?
Evermore steps around Chapel and slaps him on the back, just like Rich, as he quickly makes his way down the corridor. A look of complete and utter befuddlement fills Chapel’s face for a moment, unsure of what to make from what has just been said. Finally he turns and stares off in Axl’s direction while a very twisted expression begins to settle on his face, the Cartel Champion’s eyes letting it be known that he has zero trust as it relates to Axl, one of his tag team partners, tonight.
BEST BUDS
The fans react with utter disgust directed upon an impatient looking World Heavyweight Champion, the title belt glistening while wrapped about his meek shoulder. His eyes are clouded with disdain and his face hangs with dreariness, not looking forward to what is about to happen whatsoever as the camera pans back slowly to reveal Sallie and Krissie shoulder to shoulder at his side. They too appear rather impatient while checking the watches binding to their wrists and briefly scanning the corridors with their ever anxious eyes.
Krissie: Um, Steven, where is Desolation at, he was suppose to be here like five minutes ago. Does he have any idea how long it took us to arrange this meeting?
Hurse shrugs his shoulders, apathetically unsure of his associates’ whereabouts.
Hurse: You know Desolation, he’s always fashionably late….
And what is that suppose to mean?
As soon as the question, spoken with a bit of frustration, originates from behind Hurse he lunges forward, hand slapping over his sternum out of shock. Desolation is located just behind his back, glaring in a rather ominous manner into the face of the World Champion, who is breathing uneasily as he turns his attention to the ever so sneaky Dark Man.
Hurse: Would you please stop doing that?
Desolation: Maybe I will when you stop making all these old man comments behind my back.
Instead of replying Hurse finds himself stilted for a response, freezing before a single solitary word can be uttered or formulated in his head.
Hurse: What in the hell are you talking about. I just said you were always late…
Desolation: Exactly. Believe me Hurse, I’m much smarter than you give me credit for, I’m able to read between the lines. Lateness would imply elderliness, you may think your smooth but I see right through you.
Desolation puts his fingers to his eyes then points straight at his tag team partner, causing him to become very unnerved. Instead of continuing this circular argument Hurse scratches at the back of his noggin and attempts to placate the Dark Man.
Hurse: Um, sorry?
Desolation: That’s better.
Although he has no idea what he apologized for he’s glad that Desolation has become a little calmer, especially considering who they’re about to meet with at the behest of their female employers.
Sallie: We’re glad you could finally make it Desolation, I think this meeting will serve to really repair your relationship with the Rogue Squadron, after all, we certainly can’t have a repeat of what went down last week. It’s high time we started….
Desolation: High time? What’s that suppose to mean?
Now Sallie becomes completely stuck for a reply, unable to interpret what he means by his claim.
Sallie: Nothing. I was just saying that….
Desolation: Yeah, I know what you’re saying, and I’m not going to stand here and take these insults about my age. You two had better watch yourselves, or else. I’m no geriatric. And you….
His attention returns to Hurse, who immediately becomes squeamish.
Desolation: You told me this was one of those Make-A-Wish come true foundation things, where we meet with one of those ugly ass kids.
Hurse: Yeah, like those freakish ones with the aging disorders.
Chuckles escape from Hurse’s mouth as he turns jokingly in the direction of Desolation, whose foul scowl causes the Champion to close his lips and hang his head sorrowfully.
Well, well, well, would you take a look at this, Christian, the mighty Alpha Generation…
More boos emanate from the packed Manhattan crowd as into the scene strolls Christian Savior and Adam Riddick, the Rogue Squadron. Both men are drenched in sweat after that highly competitive match they were involved in just a few moments ago with Riddick holding his ribs in pain, Kassie standing at his side and trying to comfort him. His eyes shoot vindictively towards Savior for abandoning him, but Christian pretends to be none the wiser. Their chests still heave with exhaustion, forcing air into their lungs while their faces remain otherwise placid, devoid of emotion. Of course, Savior never ceases to carry that arrogant aurora around with him, and Riddick never fails to appear disgruntled, especially now when forced to meet with the Alpha Generation, the same group he brawled with last week, and especially after the incident that just transpired in the ring. Savior again ensures that the X-Class title belt is shinning brightly over his shoulder in comparison to the belt that Hurse is holding, refusing to be upstaged by anyone. Sallie steps forward and places her hand on Hurse’s shoulder, then on Riddick’s, which causes him to roll his eyes in disgust, his wife Kassie standing on his opposite side and watching this with a bit of paranoia.
Riddick: Can we get this over with so that we can pretend to enjoy our latest victory?
Savior: Hahaha, you’ll have to excuse my brother, he’s misplaced his manners tonight it seems. Now we understand that this meeting was called due to our violent, unsportsmanlike outburst last week in what should have been a fair, respectful series of singles bouts, and we’re willing to take just as much responsibility for what happened as you are.
Adam: I didn’t agree to that.
Savior lifts his foot into the air and stomps down at Riddick’s in the hopes that it makes him shut up. Unfortunately, his boot misses its intended target and instead Kassie jumps into the air with a yelp, reaching for her foot in anguish.
Kassie: Owe, what the hell was that for?
Riddick glares all around in bewilderment, wondering what just happened to Kassie and stepping back to check on her condition. This leaves a smirking Savior to step forward and ensure that his brother is outside of range to listen. Desolation is rolling his eyes while Hurse steps towards Christian, adjusting his World title belt in order to ensure that it looks prettier than the one that Christian is wearing.
Hurse: Why that’s mighty commendable of you Savior, and I guess we in the Alpha Generation can accept a considerable amount of blame for what transpired last week as well.
Sallie pats both men on their backs with a bright smile on her features.
Sallie: That’s wonderful, I’m glad to see your both willing to get along, which is good considering the sheer amount of enemies who inexplicably seem to have problems with you all. It be better if both you teams have each other’s backs instead of being divided and being at each other’s throats, especially considering the Alpha Generation’s impending match against a couple of mutual acquaintances.
A smirk comes to Savior’s face, nodding his head as he realizes what Sallie is hinting at. An equally as big grin settles on the features of Hurse while Desolation just watches on in an otherwise apathetic manner, yawning the longer this meeting continues.
Hurse: I guess it wouldn’t be a problem for us to see eye to eye for now, especially since we have so much in common. Like you know, for one we both have on clothes, and yeeeaaahhh.
Savior tilts his head and nods it, unable to argue with that logic, well he could but he doesn’t want to take the time to do it and thus jeopardize any plans he may have set in motion.
Christian: I can certainly agree with that. So what do you say you put it there Champ?
Christian extends his palm outward in the direction of Hurse, who wears a very broad, yet conniving smile, formulating his own plans in the back of his head. He reaches out and slaps his palm into Savior’s, both men shaking hands while Sallie and Krissie slide their arms around one another, watching all of this proudly. They take great pride in the fact that they’ve built a bridge between the two respective stables, or more so just Savior and Hurse, considering Riddick is still unaware of what is going on as he consoles Kassie’s injured foot and Desolation choose to remain blissfully ignorant of the whole situation.
Brooks: What the hell is going on HERE!?!
The smirk on Savior’s face increases as Robin Brooks storms up behind Hurse, making this corridor all the more crowded. Hurse rolls his eyes as Brooks steps towards him and grabs his shoulder, pulling his hand away from Savior’s and spinning him around so that they are eye to eye.
Robin: Why are you shaking hands with the man who stole my title belt? Why are you taking his side over mine? What the hell are you thinking?
For some reason Hurse just smiles and glances in Savior’s direction.
Hurse: I’m sorry everyone, but can you please excuse us for a moment?
Savior shrugs his shoulders, having no problem with that.
Savior: Of course, Riddick and I have other things to busy ourselves with after all.
With that Christian turns and walks towards his brother, passing out of frame as Sallie and Krissie walk off as well with smiles on their faces. Robin watches them leave while Hurse crosses his arms, his whole demeanor changing now that they’re alone, well kinda, since Desolation is still present, sliding his arm over the shoulders of the World Champion.
Hurse: What the fuck is wrong with you? Can’t you see that I was in the middle of a meeting? That I was handling some important business?
The fact that he fails to have any understanding of what has got her so enraged further compounds Brooks’ frustrations.
Robin: I don’t know how you could do business with a man who stole my title belt, but that’s only a small part of what has got me so pissed off. You refuse to hear me out about anything lately. You act like my opinion doesn’t matter whatsoever. Just like in regards to this tag match at Extinction, I in no way want to be part of that.
Desolation: And why is that? Hmmm, me thinks dear Robin here still has quite the emotional attachment to Killjoy, what do you think Hurse?
The Dark Man’s words are spoken directly into Hurse’s ear and strike him as particularly unsettling, causing more inner turmoil to cease control of his emotions.
Hurse: The truth at last. I thought you couldn’t be trusted in this tag match at Extinction against Psycho and Killjoy, but I was willing to give you the benefit of the doubt, but now I see your true colors shinning through.
Desolation: Just like a Cindy Lopper song.
Hurse: Exactly. You had better live up to the expectations I set you for Brooks, you had better prove your love to me by not holding back at Extinction, or God help you this is….
Robin: What, over!?!
For once Hurse has been silenced by Brooks’ outburst while Desolation watches on with a grin, rather enjoying this melodrama.
Brooks: I’m sick of not being able to rationalize with you Steven! You don’t care about me at all! You just want to own me and I’m getting tired of it. I’ve already proven my love to you by what I did to Psycho at Born Again, if that’s not good enough for you, I don’t know what will be.
Brooks stops shouting for a moment to stare into Hurse’s eyes, as if they’ve finally reached an understanding with one another, ensured by the Champion’s silence that she’s made him realize just how ignorant he’s been.
Hurse: Is all this because I didn’t buy you extra strength tampons?
Robin: ARGH! Your hopeless!
She turns and storms down the corridor with Hurse and Desolation turning to watch her stroll away in a fit of anger.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
GO TO A GOOD WRESTLING SCHOOL
RIVER ANGELUS VS. EL MAGNIFICO
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 Sean Johnson emerging beside him, wearing a “River 4 President” t-shirt. On his way to the ring River is eating a ham sandwich, finishing his lunch and not even preparing for his match while Johnson keeps trying to steal his focus away from the impending confrontation, grabbing a beer out of his pocket and handing it eagerly to his new best friend. As River begins to drink it Johnson celebrates with a huge grin on his face, clapping and jumping for joy. Angelus seems a bit bothered by Sean’s behavior as the two of them continue to make their way towards the ring.
Mayne: River Angelus finishing his lunch on the way to the ring, but isn’t that dangerous? Don’t they say you should wait at least fifteen minutes to wrestle a match after eating?
Douglas: Um, nooooo. But an actual sound warning would be for Angelus to quit allowing himself to be distracted by Johnson and his antics and start concentrating on the impending confrontation. One man who has shown over the past few weeks that he should not be taken lightly is El Magnifico.
Billy: Especially given his insatiable ability to switch sizes on the fly.
Angelus has risen onto the apron and glares at the fans before throwing his half eaten ham sandwich into the crowd. All the while Johnson is clapping and pointing in River’s direction, not realizing that one of his shoes are untied. That’s when the Spanish National Anthem hits the PA system and causes the crowd to react with confusion, everyone equally as bewildered by the arrival of El Magnifico. Green, red, and white pyrotechnics shoot down from the top of the ramp as the huge individual from south of the border strolls through them onto the stage. He extends his arms out to his sides with the Mexican flag draped over his shoulders and a cheesy, incredibly cheap mask clinging to his face. Otherwise he looks strangely familiar, from almost head to toe, he appears identical to the recently released Too Magnificent.
Mayne: I’m telling you Dan, there’s something familiar about this guy, but I just can’t put my finger on it. He isn’t Will Ferrell is he? God help us if he is.
Douglas: I hardly think so Billy, but what he has shown himself to be over the past few weeks is an unstoppable powerhouse. He’s just been dominating opponent after opponent since his arrival, coinciding ironically with the departure of Too Magnificent.
Mayne: Hmmm, so what your saying is that El Magnifico killed Too Magnificent?
Dan: Noooo…
Billy: Damn, this is more confusing than a Dean Koontz novel.
The fans are rather excited at he sight of El Magnifico as he drapes his flag over the turnbuckle then spins to face Angelus, who comes barreling across the ring and jumping into the air for a big splash. El Mag steps out of the way as River hits the corner chest first and falls onto his feet, turning to face his much larger opponent as he does a lucha style pose. He then steps in and grabs the flag off the turnbuckle behind River, wrapping it around Angelus’ thin neck and charging him out of the corner before using the flag to throw him up high into the air. Angelus catches tremendous height before he comes crashing down back first into the canvas, sitting up and howling in pain. The anguish infused Angelus rolls to his elbows and knees, rising to his feet when El Magnifico charges in with a back elbow directly into his face. The shot knocks River to the canvas back first while he rolls to his knees, trying to stand up only to have the flag hooked around the back of his neck once more. The fun loving Magnifico charges forward and then uses the flag again to toss River up high into the air. Angelus’ arms and legs flail before he comes plummeting down back first into the ring, sitting up and arching his spine in agony. The ever so sudden Magnifico steps towards River and takes him around the head, dragging him up to his feet. Johnson shouts words of encouragement at Angelus, slapping the apron with the palms of his hands and demanding he get up as River seemingly feeds off the orders, beginning to deliver rights and lefts into the ribs of Magnifico. El Mag is bent forward from the strikes while River steps back and then launches himself into a sideways corkscrew kick directly into the masked features of his hefty opponent. The crowd screams, putting their hands together at the agile display as El Magnifico staggers backwards as a result from the kick, yet somehow remains on his face. Angelus rolls onto his feet and comes barreling in only to be caught against El Mag’s palms and thrown up high into the air. The height that River catches is amazing until he comes crashing down into the canvas with tremendous force, bouncing up onto his knees with a very glazed over glint inhabiting his eyes. As soon as he reaches this kneeling position Magnifico charges forward with a vicious boot to the side of his head.
Billy: Thus far Sean Johnson proving to be just as useless as we know him to be, failing to truly inspire Angelus in this match.
Douglas: Oh come off it, River’s inability to get the advantage on Magnifico has nothing to do with Johnson, it’s all due to the giant Mexican hero’s size and power advantage.
El Magnifico steps towards River who has rolled into the ropes, using them to stand up with his back pressed to the cables. As soon as the giant Magnifico charges in, River lifts his legs into the air, kicking him to the chest and as a result sending him flipping over the ropes backwards. He lands on the apron and grabs the top rope as El Mag comes charging in once again. That’s before River drops to his seat and baseball slides between El Magnifico’s legs, standing up behind him and then jumping into the air, dropkicking his massive opponent to his upper back. The collision sends El Magnifico tumbling over the cables and onto the apron, hitting it seat first. He holds onto the ropes though and utilizes them to drag his body to his feet, standing on the apron with Angelus charging in as quickly as he can. Instead of hitting what he has intended El Mag reaches over the cables and engulfs River’s face with his palm, shoving him backwards with the use of his sheer muscle. River crashes onto his back as a result then rolls over in reverse onto his knees while El Mag begins to bend forward and slip through the ropes into the ring. That’s when Angelus comes charging in and jumping into the air with a front dropkick to the side of Magnifico’s head, knocking him off the apron and sending him crashing with a thud onto the outside mats.
Sean is jumping up and down with excitement, turning towards the fans then motioning for them to get up, to throw their support behind Angelus. Not to Johnson’s surprise everyone begins booing instead of cheering, yet Sean feigns shock and disgust. He puts his fists to his hips and begins to waddle his finger out in the direction of the booing spectators while River stands up, looking around as if distracted by all this hoopla. He waves off the booing fans and turns towards El Magnifico standing up on the outside of the ring. His eyes divert to the heavens as River flies over the top rope with a twisting senton, connecting back first with the chest of his massive opponent, both men crashing to the mats with force. River rolls off of El Mag and jumps to his feet, turning in circles to stare at the screaming fans.
River: Just try to boo that sons of bitches.
On response they begin booing, causing River to jump back as if offended by their behavior. Nevertheless his attention returns to a struggling El Magnifico, making use of the barricade to reach his feet. Angelus comes charging in only for El Mag to catch him against his chest and stomach, throwing him into the air and causing him to come crashing down chest first into the barricade. He collides with it with tremendous force as his arm tumbles over the barricade, El Magnifico rushing in now and delivering a vicious European Uppercut to the jaw of his nimble opposition. As a result River is sent flipping over the barricade backwards into the sea of humanity. As soon as River hits the concrete El Mag turns and puts on another generic lucha pose and shouts loudly.
El Mag: No, no me gusta Angelus! Tengo gusto de ganar!
The crowd’s reaction changes to that of cheers as El Mag surprisingly shows his increasingly astute knowledge of Spanish.
Douglas: El Magnifico taking out River Angelus with that European Uppercut and then taking the time to utter something in Spanish. God only knows what.
Mayne: I think he said he wants to watch Tengo and Cash. And who wouldn’t, for Kurt Russel’s perm alone?
Dan: I hardly believe that’s what El Magnifico just took the time to say.
Sean is slapping the apron and demanding that his new best friend Angelus get up as he starts to stand behind the barricade, utilizing it to reach his feet. As soon as he gets both legs beneath him El Magnifico reaches over the barricade, taking hold of his throat with both hands. That’s when El Mag drops back, throwing River over the barricade and over his head with a release double chokehold suplex. River flies through the air and then crashes with force to the mats, sitting up and yelling in awful pain while Johnson moves around the ring, demanding he stop crying like a bitch and get at his opponent. River turns to his elbows and knees while El Magnifico takes him around the head, dragging it under his seat and then wrapping his thick arms about his opponent’s thin waist. The quick El Mag hoists River up onto his shoulders, setting up for a powerbomb when Angelus slips free and grabs his large opponent around the neck. He pulls him down into a hard DDT that plants El Mag against the mats head first, causing him to roll onto his back and lie their motionless. River rises to his feet, realizing that he’s got this brief advantage now and needs to capitalize on it. Therefore he rises to his feet and jumps onto the apron with his back aimed in the direction of the laid out El Magnifico, breaking up the official’s ten count in the process. That’s when River flips off the apron in reverse and twists into a corkscrew moonsault right on top of his lucha style opponent. The collision causes El Magnifico to begin to convulse as River rolls away from him, gripping at his ribs in pain. Johnson is going nuts, running around the ring and waving for the fans to get up, to scream as loud as they can, overacting tremendously and almost tripping over his shoelace in the process.
Mayne: What an acrobatic move by Angelus!! I said it before, and I’ll say it again, this man’s body is comprised of jello and nothing more. Which would make Bill Cosby his biggest fan.
Douglas: I think that job title is being filled by Sean Johnson right now, oddly enough, and that certainly was a tremendous dive from River.
Moving as fast as his tired body will allow, Angelus grabs hold of El Mag’s mask, using it to drag him over onto his knees and begin forcing him to his feet. He’s having a lot of difficulty doing so given El Mag’s sheer size, but finally gets him to roll into the ring somehow, ending up right on his back. As soon as he gets onto his spine, Angelus rises onto the apron and then begins to scale the turnbuckle. A smirking River reaches the top rope and now soars through the air, tucking his head and dropping it with a senton bomb right across El Mag’s mid-section. The big man begins to flop around dramatically while Johnson is hopping up and down again on the outside of the ring. River turns and crawls into the cover, hooking El Mag’s leg with a very determined expression on his face.
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El Magnifico shoots his shoulder from the canvas, escaping the pinfall attempt much to the utter dismay of Angelus. River rises to his feet and drops a quick elbow into his large opponent’s sternum, then stands and delivers another elbow to his chest. River rolls away from El Mag, who is trying to force himself to his feet, getting to his elbows and knees. That’s when River steps in, springing into the air and dropping a leg across the back of El Magnifico’s head, causing his face to be driven downward into the ring. El Magnifico’s face collides with canvas while he pops back up onto his knees, River rising to his feet in front of him and charging in with a step up enzugari to the back of his skull. The shot causes El Mag to tumble forward into the canvas, his skull taking a lot of damage at the hands of River in this very fast paced contest. He lies on his stomach now as River steps towards him and takes hold of his mask once again, dragging him up to his knees. He begins to drill him to the face with forearm strikes over and over again before charging into the ropes in front of him. River bounces off the cables and comes back in when El Magnifico rises to his feet, bent forward only for Angelus to turn his back to his large opponent, placing his spine against his upper back. El Mag stands up and reverse back drops River over onto his feet, landing behind his tall opponent who spins around to face him. Angelus comes barreling towards Magnifico who bends forward, catching him against his thighs and throwing him up into the air over his head. Surprisingly River lands feet first on the second cable of the ropes behind El Magnifico, springing off of them and then landing on the top one. He springs off that rope and twists in mid-air for the Falling Angel lariat only to have El Magnifico catch him across his sternum in a fall away slam position. El Mag spins River around his chest and drops him with a fallaway position into the Rock Bottom. River’s frame is driven with force into the canvas while El Magnifico hooks both of his legs.
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River gets his shoulder up just in time as El Magnifico turns onto his seat, appearing miffed that he failed to achieve the victory with that vicious maneuver.
Douglas: What a counter by El Magnifico! He may have just gotten himself back into this match with that one move.
Mayne: Hell, he almost beat Angelus with that counter.
A very drained Magnfiico rises to his feet and backs into one of the turnbuckles, anxiously waiting for Angelus to get up. River is struggling, sweat dripping from his frame while Sean Johnson is trying to start a wave on the outside of the ring, getting a few people into it with him. As Angelus stands up, almost loosing his footing when Magnifico comes rushing in with a boot aimed at his head. Shockingly River drops into a forward roll under Magnifico’s boot, getting to his feet and then rushing into the turnbuckle behind his opponent. He jumps into the air, landing on the second rope then springs onto the top one before flipping over backwards into a moonsault. El Mag turns around just in time for River to connect against his shoulder and send both men crashing into the canvas with Angelus landing on top of him. River quickly stands and takes hold of El Magnifico’s hair, forcing him over onto his knees then slapping on a front chancery. Moving as quick as his nimble little frame will allow he reaches out and grabs the back of Magnifico’s trunks, trying to hoist him into the air for the Final Credits but finding his strength far too diminished to lift such a hefty frame. El Magnifico keeps his feet planted to the canvas sternly, refusing to be dragged over into the move, which further complicates things for Angelus who now decides to change his strategy, instead charging at a nearby turnbuckle. He steps up it and reaches the top rope before swinging around for a tornado DDT. As soon as he twists in mid-air, El Mag places his hands to his ribs, shoving him off and sending him flying across the ring. Somehow River has the cat like ability to land on his feet then rush forward at Magnifico who spins around and catches him around the waist, dropping back and belly to belly suplexing his opponent into the corner. River crashes into it violently back first and then spills onto his chest and stomach, the crowd screaming over his collision with the turnbuckle.
Billy: Well Angelus is dead.
Douglas: That may be the case for the ever agile Angelus….
Mayne: Nice alliteration.
Dan: A compliment?
Billy: Don’t get use to them.
River is throbbing on the canvas, his body immersed in absolute agony after that last move yet instinctively he is trying to get to his feet. As soon as his legs end up behind him, El Mag’s shoulder is pressed to his spine, the big man lifting him into the air then twisting him into a blue thunder powerbomb as he drives him into the canvas. El Magnifico buries his shoulders into the back of Angelus’ legs, going for the pin while Sean has his arms crossed over his chest on the outside of the ring, shaking his head as if deeply saddened.
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Somehow River finds the strength to lift his shoulder from the canvas, surprising El Magnifico tremendously as he rises to a knee, placing his fists to his hips and staring around in a very shocked manner. Sean is going all goofy once again on the outside of the ring as El Magnifico takes hold of Angelus’ ankle, using it to roll him over backwards onto his feet then kick him to the gut. He is placed in a front chancery as El Magnifico lifts a single finger into the air.
El Magnifico: Tacto De Midas!
He lifts Angelus into the air now and sets up for what appears to be the Midas Touch when River shockingly counters by floating over his shoulder. River lands on his feet behind Magnifico and then jumps into the air, landing on his shoulders from behind in a reverse hurricarana position. El Magnifico thinks quickly though and places his hands to the back of River’s thighs, shoving him over his head while Angelus ducks his own, reaching back with his legs. He hooks them under El Magnifico’s armpits and pulls him over into a forward roll, seated on his opponent’s wide chest and holding down the back of his legs, Sean rallying the crowd in support of his new friend’s move. Johnson even jumps onto the apron, swinging his arms in the air to show his support while the referee quickly approaches him, demanding he get away from the ring immediately. Sean refuses to listen, far too excited by River’s last move as Angelus continues to hold El Magnifico in a pinning predicament, getting frustrated that no official is there to make the count. He rolls off of Magnifico finally as Johnson continues to remain on the apron, now bending over to tie his shoe with his back to the ring, the referee not caring what he’s doing, just interested in getting him off the apron. This only further compounds the outrage River is suffering as he steps towards the official’s back, completely unaware of the fact that the Second City Saints have materialized at ringside. Angelus quickly turns towards Kelly Hart who jumps onto the apron with Shannon sliding into the ring behind the back of his rival. As soon as River steps towards Kelly, Hart lifts his hand into the air and blows a wisp of white powder directly into his eyes. The crowd screams as River grabs at his face, trying to swipe the dust from his eyes, turning towards Shannon who steps in and superkicks him violently to the jaw. The impact knocks River down hard to the canvas as Shannon now rolls out of the ring, Kelly dropping off the apron. Instead of staying to finish what has been started against Johnson they scatter around the ring and rush up the ramp.
Douglas: What in the blue hell just happened? Sean Johnson unintentionally distracting the referee and as a result the two men who attacked him earlier in the night just laid out River Angelus behind the official’s back.
Mayne: Why did you have to get on the apron to tie your shoe Johnson? Do you have any idea what you’ve just done!?!
Sean has finished tying his shoe as he stands and gives the official two thumbs up then drops off the apron finally. His concerned eyes now shoot towards the ring where River is somehow sluggishly rising to his feet with dust tumbling from his face and momentarily blinded eyes. He can’t even see the laughing Second City Saints backing up the ramp or more importantly the boot being launched directly into his gut by El Magnifico. The Mexican hero places his arm around the neck of Angelus then hoists him into the air before dropping back into the Midas Touch, the official turning to spot this action finally. River’s cranium cracks hard from the ring, rolling onto his back while El Mag turns and hooks his opponent’s leg. All the while Johnson watches this with his hands on top of his head, viewing the action in utter shock, or so it appears.
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El Magnifico sits up with his arms lifted up high, celebrating yet another huge victory here on Riot!
Dan: And El Magnifico’s red hot streak continues with another victory, albeit by jaded means on this occasion as the Second City Saints played a huge part in his win.
Mayne: They completely took out River Angelus, this is not fair, and that damn goof Sean Johnson did nothing to stop it.
Douglas: In his own defense he was tying his shoe Billy.
Billy: That’s no excuse! Buy shows with Velcro!
El Magnifico rolls from the ring under the cables, dropping to the mats then thrusting a single arm into the air with an extension of his finger towards the heavens. He celebrates yet another huge win while making his way up the ramp. Sean has entered the ring with the white towel in his hand, having requested it from the time keeper. He uses it to fan off Angelus, who continues to try forcing himself up to his feet while rubbing painfully at his eyes. Sean now pats him on the back only to have Angelus shove him away, outrage overtaking his pain as a result of Johnson’s seemingly unintentional distraction of the official. Johnson backs away and allows his head to hang in shame, digging the front of his boot into the canvas and twisting his ankle back and forth in a child like manner, as if he realizes he did something very naughty and will thus have to face the consequences.
SPLIT PERSONALITIES
To a huge outcry of cheers with a brief mingling of boos the ever so destructive Psycho comes into full view of the camera. He storms back and forth while mumbling incoherently beneath his breath, passing the numerous articles of ripped clothing that hang from the hooks at his side, making it clear that he’s occupying the lockeroom. Perhaps he’s getting himself mentally prepared for the violence that is sure to implode as part of the Deadly Games match against MAX, a bout that is sure to push him to his physical threshold, or something else is plaguing is always troubled mind. No matter what the source of his frustration and growing instabilities, he continues to pace almost endlessly, head lowered and mind as turbulent as ever. That’s when he finds himself almost bumping into a human wall, formed by his newest acquaintance, Killjoy. It troubles him to look up into the face of the man he’s been feuding with the majority of his career, but now inexplicably must trust come time for Extinction as part of their tag team match against Robin Brooks and World Champion Hurse.
Killjoy: Psycho, it’s been a while since we’ve had ourselves a nice, friendly chat.
Psycho looks up into the always deceitful eyes of the Master of Mind Games and finds his emotions more mixed and reflective of his inner angst at the sight of the man who almost killed him in the ring.
Psycho: I can assure you that was intentional.
Killjoy pretends to be amused by such a clever quip originating from his long time rival.
Killjoy: Well, that’s not very nice now is it? It’s kind of improper to treat your tag team partner and new best friend in such a manner isn’t it?
The claim that they’ll have anything that even borders on the brink of friendship repulses Psycho, who’s face twists up more than it already was at the thought of it.
Psycho: You should know well enough by now Killjoy, that I don’t play well with others.
Killjoy: Oh, of course, then you wouldn’t be a very good little monster now would you? But I’d like to think there’s a certain amount of trust that has been developed between the two of us over the years. As odd as it may sound considering the gory levels of blood loss we’ve made each other suffer in our bouts from the past, I still think we can see eye to eye with one another. We know what we’re capable of, and we both know that if we have a problem, we handle it face to face, like men who carry themselves with an iota of respect, unlike a couple of people roaming the halls here in the IWC. Individuals I came back to personally deal with. I dare say though, Psycho, that your were one of the select few on this roster that I respect, which is why I’ve taken such an interest in assisting you over the past few weeks in your quest against the Alpha Generation.
Psycho: How sweet, and here I thought you were just coming out to watch my back as a means to get your hands on Hurse.
Killjoy: That too. But the chance to team with you comes as an added bonus. That’s what I wanted to talk to you about actually, our impending partnership at Extinction, which will mark the very first time the two of us have teamed with one another, and hopefully not the last. In regards to that match, I just want to make it known that even though in the past I’ve done everything and anything to play with your head….
Psycho: Like faking your own suicide?
Killjoy: Exactly, you know, childish stuff. But I want you to know right now, that I’m not playing games anymore, and like I said, if I were setting you up for something I wouldn’t pull all these strings and create the illusion of a feud with Hurse just to get the drop on you, I’d handle any animosity face to face, unlike our previously mentioned opponent at Extinction. I want you to know that I will have your back at Extinction, mostly because any hate I have for you, can be buried deep within at the thought of getting my hands on the World Heavyweight Champion.
For a long while Psycho finds himself silent, staring with vacant, emotionless eyes into the face of the man he’s feuded with for such a lengthy amount of time, almost his whole career. He allows these words to set in, and finds them to be almost refreshing, soothing in fact to his once troubled, paranoid mind. For some reason he believes Killjoy, rather because he feels he’s being earnest, or he just wants to believe he’s hearing the truth for once.
Psycho: I respect that, but I find it hard to believe that’s all you came back here to tell me. After all, we don’t get together to socialize very often now do we?
Killjoy nods his head, realizing it’s become difficult to hide anything from the increasingly introspective Sadistic Savage.
Killjoy: That’s true, and I guess it be foolish of me to beat around the bush. Believe it or not, I wanted to ask a favor of you, and it’s a big one.
Psycho rears his head back and glares into the face of Killjoy cautiously.
Killjoy: Now I know I’ve not taken a stance on the brutality between yourself and Robin, but I think the time has come for me to step in before this goes too far.
Immediately upon hearing Robin’s name Psycho tries to turn away, extending his palm out in the direction of Killjoy.
Psycho: I don’t even want to hear it, nothing you can say will change what I have planned for her.
Killjoy: Just hear me out for a mother fucking second man. I’m not trying to step on your toes or stand in your way of revenge, but I think you need to be reminded who the real enemy is. I think someone’s been in your ear so much that they’ve got you all twisted and ass backwards on who the real culprit is behind your loss at Born Again. Sure Robin was detrimental to what befell you, but the only reason she did what she did was because of one man, a person your all too familiar with, Hurse.
The mere mention of the World Heavyweight Champion’s name instills great rage within Psycho, his hand quivering as it reaches for his face, recalling how his appearance was forever changed at the hands of Hurse.
Killjoy: Yeah, that Hurse. The manipulative son of a bitch who has been playing this company like a fiddle for months now. I just want you to remember he was the one responsible for all of this come time for Extinction, and that Robin really played a very minimal role in your transgressions. Which is why I’m asking you that you allow me to handle Brooks at Extinction, that you give me the chance to take care of her in the ring in our tag team match.
Psycho appears momentarily betrayed by such an outlandish request, his eyes clouding with doubt as they shoot towards the Master of Mind Games, wondering if he’s playing tricks on him again.
Killjoy: I know how much that is to ask, but I’m begging you as your tag team partner, to let me handle her, to give me the opportunity to fix this problem. If not for me, then for you, believe it or not, behind your demented exterior, there’s still a human being dammit, no matter what anyone else would have you believe. And if you don’t let me handle Brooks, you’ll have to live with what you do to her at Extinction for the rest of your life. So promise me, as one crazy bastard to another, that come time for the pay-per-view, you leave my ex up to me, and then you can have a field day with the so called World Champion, the true mastermind behind all your misery.
It takes Psycho a long time to mull this over, weighing his options, debating rather he can just give up on his pursuit for revenge against Brooks, a quest that has lasted for so long and taken such a toll on him. He begins to question rather it was a quest he began for his own reasoning or not. Finally he looks up into the eyes of the man he has no reason whatsoever to trust or no justification for providing a favor to whatsoever. Slowly and painfully he nods, and immediately feels a great weight lifted from his shoulders. Killjoy backs up in a slow manner, not smiling at all, realizing just how painful this was for Psycho.
Killjoy: You’ve never heard me say this before, and chances are you’ll never hear these words come from my mouth again, but thank you Psycho, thank you.
Killjoy turns and vacates the lockeroom as expediently as possible while Psycho just stares off into the distance, as if at he’s lost for a moment, having no idea what he’s going to do with himself now that he’s got the Brooks burden off his shoulders. He finally turns to make his way out of the other door leading into the dressing room when he finds himself standing face to face with General Manager AWOL. The man he’s sought for guidance and respected for so long now stares at him with absolute pitty in his eyes, as if ashamed to be sharing the same space with Psycho. The Sadistic Savage finds it difficult to stare in his eyes, realizing that before AWOL even utters one word that he’s let him down terribly.
AWOL: Psycho, Psycho, Psycho, what the hell was that? Tell me I didn’t just hear you hand Robin over to Killjoy on a silver platter? Please rationalize to me why you’d be so fucking ignorant to do that? After all the work you’ve put into destroying Brooks, your just going to let Killjoy walk in and take her away from you, and snatch away your opportunity at revenge? Do you have any idea how long I’ve been waiting for you to get the job done, how much misplaced trust I put in you to finish Brooks off? And now your going to disrespect me, your going to spit in my face by agreeing to let Robin virtually off the hook?
Psycho: You don’t understand.
AWOL: I DON’T WANT TO UNDERSTAND!
AWOL jabs Psycho hard in the chest with his extended index finger, the eyes of the sadistic one glaring down at it in a vindictive manner.
AWOL: I want you to do your job and quit disappointing me! Do you want to make me happy Psycho, do you?
Although he mumbles his words bitterly Psycho finds himself responding without even clearly thinking out his response.
Psycho: Yes.
AWOL; WHAT!?!
AWOL flicks Psycho in the chin and causes the madman to look up into the GM’s face, forcing him to utter his words with more conviction.
Psycho: YES!
Strangely a smile comes to AWOL’s face as he takes a step back away from the man he’s almost been a mentor to over the years.
AWOL: Well your not going to make me happy, your not going to impress me or earn even the slightest bit of my respect until I see Brook’s blood on the palms of your hands, until I hear her screaming as she takes those last breaths of life, until you’ve ended her pathetic, miserable career once and for all. Once I’m confident that you haven’t been nothing more than a waste of my time all these years, and are more than just a pathetic jobber constantly incapable of getting the job done, then maybe, just maybe, you’ll have finally made me happy, and thus earned my respect.
Psycho’s lips tremble with rage, as do the features of his face as AWOL takes a step towards him and surprisingly throws his arm over his shoulders in a comforting manner.
AWOL: You need to know who to listen to Psycho, who’s out to help you, and who’s out to abuse you. I want to mold you into something special Psycho, but Killjoy, he’s just trying to use you to get what he wants, and that’s back into Robin’s pants. You can’t trust him, you can’t trust anyone, but me. You just need to show me why I’ve been so wise to put my faith in you, instead of constantly letting me down, and making me regret taking you under my wing. End Robin Brooks, end her before she strips away all your pride, all your legacy, and all my faith in you.
Psycho’s head is lowered, listening begrudgingly, but listening nevertheless as he’s forced to endure AWOL’s speech, which is slowly setting in on his disturbed mind.
EL MAGNIFICO ENCUENTRA A MAX FUERZA!
We fade in to a backstage room, where the colorfully-attired massive masked man of mystery himself, El Magnifico, is seated, with a notepad in hand, and wrapped in a poncho version of the Mexican flag, attentively taking notes while watching the Comedy Central program "Mind of Mencia" with Carlos Mencia...apparently to...learn Spanish?? Although exhausted from the match he just competed in only a few moments ago, he observes Mencia’s actions accordingly...When SUDDENLY, he finds himself looking up at the standing, confidently grinning masked face of the IWC's very own green-clad superhero, Max POWER!
POWER: GREETINGS, Citizen!
El Magnifico regards him carefully for a second, before finally declaring with a triumphant grin...
Magnifico: ...ME LLAMO...EL MAGNIFICO!
Subtitle: ...MY NAME IS...EL MAGNIFICO!
This gets a satisfied grin from Max as he begins to make conversation, El Mag switching his attention between the Green Gladiator and the ridiculous Spanglish of Mr. Mencia on the TV screen. IN FACT, it's currently on his Budweiser commercial ("Bud Light, homes!")...but that fact seems lost on the Luchador del Libertad.
POWER: Hola, Señor Magnifico! Yo soy el Cruzado del Ciudad...el Vengador Verde...el Luchador del Libertad...Max POWER!
Subtitle: Hello, Mister Magnifico! I'm the Cosmopolitan Crusader...the Verdant Avenger...the Freedom Fighter...Max POWER!
The word "POWER" echoes mysteriously, prompting Magnifico to urgently look around for its source. Max strikes a heroic pose, JUST for added effect. El Mag seems a little worried, furrowing his brow beneath his mask in trying to comprehend POWER's words.
POWER: ¿...Pero soy seguro que usted sabía ya eso, no usted? Acabo de quererle a PERSONALMENTE agradable a las filas del Cártel... con un saludo galante, un apretón de manos caluroso...
Subtitle: But I'm sure you already knew that, didn't you? I'd just like to PERSONALLY welcome you to the ranks of the Cartel...with a gallant greeting, a hearty handshake...
He sticks out his hand for a shake, which Magnifico warily accepts, getting a sudden heroic thumbs-up from Max.
POWER: ...Y una ADVERTENCIA JUSTA--allí mismo los elementos MUY MALOS están estando al acecho alrededor, e incluso su tamaño inmenso no le protegerá contra ellos...pero soy seguro que usted sabía ya ESO...¿...es correcto, señor Magnifico?
Subtitle: ...and a FAIR WARNING--there are very UNSAVORY elements lurking around, and even your immense size won't protect you from them...but I'm sure you already knew THAT, too...right, Mister Magnifico?
Magnifico: ...Me...llamo...El Magnifico...? Y yo soy un Luchador...Me-hi-ca-no...?
Subtitle: ...My...name is...El Magnifico? And I'm a Mexican...Wrestler...?
After that labored delivery, which prompts Max to tilt his head questioningly, he frantically points behind POWER, prompting him to turn his head in that direction, which gives him just enough time to pore through a Spanish-American Phrasebook for Dummies, then quickly flip through his notepad, when Max finally turns back.
POWER: ...How odd...all I saw was a rolling garbage can painted in the colors of the Mexican flag. That yours?
Magnifico: Uhhhh...SÍ. Está...mi...basura.
Subtitle: Uhhhh...YEEEESSS. It's...my...trash.
He says this with such conviction, ending with a heroic pose of his own, that Max has no choice but to give him a thumbs-up. He reaches up and puts his hand on Magnifico's shoulder reassuringly.
POWER: No se preocupe sin embargo, gigante apacible...la caja fuerte de su secreto CONMÍGO.
Subtitle: Don't worry though, gentle giant...your secret's safe with ME.
POWER: And fear not, fellow gladiator, you'll learn to speak FLUENT English soon enough. It's called immersion learning. Heed the words of...Max...POWER!!
As "POWER" echoes again, Magnifico turns his head from side to side, trying to find the source of that pesky echo. When he turns back, Max has suddenly disappeared, leaving a loud "WHOOOSH" sound in his wake.
Billy Mayne: (voice-over) Where'd he go?? And how did that green goob know how to speak English AND Portuguese? And WHAT secret?!?!?
Dan Douglas: (also voice-over) SPANISH, Billy. He was speaking SPANISH...and much better than El Magnifico, in fact! It says in front of me that Max POWER spent quite some time in Mexico, rescuing various Lucha wrestlers from comically dangerous situations, like in the animated features "Max POWER contra El Mummy", "Max POWER contra El Frankenstaen", and "Max POWER y Majestic contra Dracula y El Wolfman: Deathmatch de los Dynamicos Dos!"! He's had quite the accomplished celluloid career down there!
Mayne: Yeah...Much like his seedier, and even LESS respectable friend Max Craven! Hmm...that name thing's got me wondering about him again...him AND El Magnifico...
Douglas: Finally putting two and two together, Billy?
Mayne: I think SOOO! ...Max POWER must've been introduced to El Magnifico by Max Craven! But WHO could've possibly told him about THEM?
Douglas: (trying to help him along with hand gestures) Maybe...the recently fired, currently-picketing, Too Magnificent?
Mayne: No, that's not it...Too Mag's not magnificent ENOUGH to have known El Magnifico...
Douglas: (heavy sigh) You're impossible...
COMMERCIAL BREAK
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MAX VS. PSYCHO
DEADLY GAMES STIPULATIONS
We return from commercial with Fully Loaded member and UWF Deadly Games Champion, MAX, already standing in the ring, the belt over his shoulder and IWC correspondent--currently the Guest Second Referee--Michelle Blacker standing between him and the regular ref, wearing a tight-fitting referee shirt, shiny black wristbands, and black skinny jeans with black ankle-high boots over them, her brown hair tied up in a braided ponytail. MAX has a mic in his hand as we quickly throw it to the commentators. Dan Douglas: Folks, we are back from commercial, and the Deadly Games Champion, M-A-X, is already in the ring with the Guest Second Referee, our very own Michelle Blacker! Billy Mayne: What, he couldn't WAIT to get his ass handed to him by that insane retard, Psycho?? Dan: You better not let Psycho hear you say that, Billy..otherwise that might be YOUR ass that gets handed to you! Billy: I don't think he's ready for THIS nice ass, Dan...I'm too BOOTYLICIOUS for him! Douglas: ...I don't even WANT that picture in my mind again...so let's throw it up to MAX in the ring. Mayne: WHY? I DEMAND to know why we're throwing it up to him. Douglas: Because he has a MICROPHONE, dunce-cap. We throw it right back to MAX, shifting side to side while waiting for the commentary to finish. Finally, he speaks. MAX: Now before Psycho comes out here and proceeds to completely ignore all conventional, but tried and true, methods of inflicting pain, I'd just like to remind you all of the RULES for this Deadly Games Championship Match. This match will be 2 out of 3 falls to a finish, and I'd like to introduce right now our Guest Second Referee, the IWC's very own Michelle Blacker. She bows slightly, to a modest cheer from the capacity crowd. MAX: The FIRST fall will be a standard Falls-Anywhere Hardcore Match, where all weapons and holds are LEGAL; It will be won by a Pinfall, Submission, or a 10-Count Knockout. The SECOND fall will introduce barbwire-covered C4 tables into the mix and the first one of us who puts the other THROUGH one of these tables will win the fall. And should the score somehow be TIED after that fateful fall...the FINAL fall will be decided in a STEEL CAGE, but there's a TWIST. There won't just be TABLES...there'll be LADDERS. The crowd delivers a nice big pop at the sound of that, expecting a nice treat. MAX: We'll have to USE one of those ladders to climb up in the CENTER of the enclosed ring to retrieve THIS BELT right here...and escape the cage with it, with both feet touching the arena floor, of course. The crowd cheers, their expectations apparently met. MAX: Now, to dispense with the pleasantries--I weigh in tonight at 220 pounds and I hail...from RIGHT HERE in NEW YORK CITY! HUGE crowd pop for the hometown hero. Mayne: Dammit, look at the damn pig-porker, trying to cash in on some supposed residential similarities... Douglas: I don't think he's ever porked any pork in his movies before... MAX: ...And I am the first, last, ONLY, and CURRENT Original-UWF Deadly Games Champion...I AM...M-A-X...MAX! The crowd chants along as he says his name, ending with a huge smirk on his face. MAX: Now...BRING ON THE PSYCHO!!!! The crowd roars as he tosses the mic to the ring announcer, who gets ready to announce Psycho in, then hands the belt to Michelle as she raises it for all to see, then hooks it to the suspension that raises it up above, as MAX crouches at a corner, facing the ramp and occasionally turning his head to see the other corners, in preparation for Psycho's entrance.
Billy: I’m more confused than that the time my parent’s bought me a Where’s Waldo book. I thought Michelle and Psycho finally started to get along, in the sense than any Psychopathic savage, and a woman aching for torture would.
Douglas: They have, this makes no sense whatsoever. Is Michelle trying to get Psycho to hurt her more by doing this.
Mayne: I don’t have the fondest clue what is going on anymore. But then again I don’t think I had any idea what was going on before this either.
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.
Douglas: Here is a man who has definitely not had a good night tonight, and it clearly is showing on his otherwise infuriated features. First he promises Robin to Killjoy at Extinction, and then AWOL tears him down entirely and demands that he deals with Brooks himself. Psycho is caught in the middle of one of the oddest scenarios we’ve ever seen in IWC, and now this stuff with Michelle Blacker happens.
Mayne: Oh well, Psycho can build a bridge and get over it, he needs to stop whoring himself out to everyone and then maybe he wouldn’t get himself into these situations.
Dan: The problem is he’s got himself trapped between two men he respects in Killjoy and AWOL, and he doesn’t know which one to be loyal to. But what he needs to realize right now is that he’s in for a hellacious performance as he goes one on one with MAX in this Deadly Games challenge.
Psycho continues down the ramp as his eyes shoot towards Michelle who is now standing on the outside of the ring, waving in his direction. That’s when MAX soars over the top rope into a huge senton pancha back first directly into Psycho’s chest, taking both men down with force to the outside mats. Everyone is screaming and putting their hands together as MAX rises to his feet and slaps his chest with both hands, getting this match started in a hurry.
Douglas: MAX attacking Psycho before he could even get in the ring! You can really feel the bad blood between both of these men as it comes to a heading here tonight. The issues between the Crazy Bastards and Fully Loaded will surely be exacerbated by this contest.
Mayne: Who says exacerbate anymore?
Psycho rolls to his knees and uses the apron to force himself onto his feet as MAX steps in, jabbing him to his burnt features repeatedly. Each shot almost takes Psycho down as MAX now kicks him to the gut and then delivers a hard European Uppercut directly to his jaw, knocking him back first against the apron once again. MAX now goes for another kick to his ribs only for Psycho to catch him around the ankle, blocking the attempt then lifting up on his foot. Surprisingly MAX flips over backwards right onto his feet then charges forward only to have Psycho catch him with his palms pressed to his mid-section and throw him over his head. Surprisingly MAX does a headstand on the apron and then falls forward, grabbing Psycho around the neck and dragging him down into a DDT against the hard outside mats. The force of Psycho’s head meeting the thin matting causes him to flop onto his back, immediately wrapping his hands around his damaged skull. MAX rolls away from his much bigger opponent, pressing the advantage as he moves towards the ring and grabs the tarp, flinging it into the air then reaching under the ring. The fans start to cheer as he pulls out a trash can lid, turning towards Psycho who has risen to his knees then charging forward in order to swing it down into his skull. Before he can do it, Psycho stands, catching him against his shoulder and lobbing MAX up into the air. The Fully Loaded member twists and comes crashing down from a tremendous height back first right into the thin mats, the fans reacting with shock.
Mayne: Oh man, this match is already getting violent, and it’s only been going for like two minutes. Have they even been in the ring yet?
Douglas: I don’t think so Billy, this first fall is contested under hardcore rules, and they are definitely taking full advantage of the stipulation.
MAX slowly forces himself up to his feet with his hand pressed to his spine when Psycho steps in, swinging the trashcan lid into his opponent’s head with dangerous velocity. The collision sounds throughout the arena and sends MAX stumbling backwards then tumbling in reverse over the steel steps. He spills onto his back, holding his forehead and kicking his legs while trying to rise to his feet. Psycho briefly diverts his attention to Michelle, who is staring vindictively at him before he begins his pursuit of MAX, who is utilizing the barricade to stand. His palm remains pressed to his now reddened forehead as Psycho steps up behind him and swings the lid right into his back, causing MAX to writhe in anguish as he staggers forward. Finally he turns towards Psycho who places the trashcan lid in front of his bicep, charging forward and driving it right into the back of MAX’s head once again. The force of the strike sends MAX crashing stomach first into the barricade then spilling over it into the sea of humanity. The crowd quickly parts and moves out of his way as MAX struggles to reach his feet, Psycho throwing down the trashcan lid and going after him.
He steps over the barricade and moves up behind MAX, who was trying to get to his feet. As soon as he does, Psycho delivers a hard clubbing blow against the back of his opponent, causing him to drop to one knee and wince in pain. Psycho grabs him by the hair though, forcing him up to his feet then charging him through the crowd while hooking one of his arms. To the shock of everyone, Psycho throws MAX up high into the air and sends him crashing down back first onto solid concrete with a huge hip toss, the fans dispersing just before the nimble Fully Loaded member could collide with them.
Douglas: MAX’s spine may be broken after that move Billy, he was hip tossed a good 7 feet in the air and came down on top of nothing but concrete.
Mayne: I hope he doesn’t end up in a wheelchair, there are already too many handicapped parking spots that go unused.
Although inflamed with anguish, MAX starts to roll onto his elbows and knees, only to have Psycho grab one of the now vacant steel chairs, lifting it above his head and swinging it with tremendous force right over his opponent’s back. MAX roars in utter agony, scooting across his knees back towards the barricade while Psycho throws down the steel chair. Before MAX can create some space, Psycho grabs hold of his hair, making sure he has no time to recover as he drags him to his feet and wedges his shoulder against his lower back. Psycho now lifts MAX up into the air only to have his opponent float over, flipping backwards and landing feet first behind his wide opponent. Just as Psycho turns around, MAX grabs the chair off the concrete and drives the top edge of it directly into his opponent’s ribs. Psycho is doubled over as a result while MAX hoists the chair above him and delivers a thunderous shot over the spine of his opponent, causing him to feel the same type of pain he was just forced to endure. Psycho falls to a single knee, reaching for his back while MAX calls for the fans to move out of the way, for one of them to vacate their seat. As soon as they do, MAX steps up on top of the chair, turning to face Psycho and then jumping off the seat, sticking the other chair beneath his feet and basement dropkicking it directly into his rival’s face. The sound of chair connecting with skull sends Psycho crashing onto his back, completely laid out at this point.
MAX on the other hand is getting his second wind as he grabs Psycho by the hair, forcefully dragging him up to his feet and then pulling him through the screaming sea of humanity in the direction of one of the entrances dispersed all throughout the crowd. He stops momentarily to grab a beer from one of the fans, quickly beginning to drink it down and turn towards Psycho, prepared to spit it directly into his face. He cocks his head back and sprays a splattering of beer all over the burnt features of Psycho, even getting it in his eyes. The large Sadistic Savage finds himself swinging his fists wildly, periodically blinded while MAX calls for one of the fans to clear out of their chair again. He takes Psycho by the back of the head and charges forward before jumping into the air, dragging his opponent down into a facebuster against the chair. Psycho’s skull collides violently with the steel, resulting in him rising to a standing base with a very groggy expression. That’s when MAX kicks him to the gut and places him in a front chancery, dropping backwards into a DDT that plants his skull against the chair once again. After hitting it with a thud, Psycho tumbles onto his back, laid out and left motionless while MAX forces himself to a standing base and now finds himself glaring at the small balcony above with a hand-railing and such. With Psycho laid out motionless MAX takes hold of the same chair his opponent just meant twice with resounding thuds. He calls for the fans to move out of his way as he begins to make path right up the steps, climbing up behind the small, yet still somewhat high balcony. He moves behind the hand-railing and grabs hold of it tightly, sticking the chair under his thigh while clearing the fans out of the way.
To the shock of everyone MAX sentons himself over the railing and drops with his leg over the chair directly into the face of Psycho. All those packed in the arena are going nuts as MAX begins to convulse, rolling off of Psycho and holding his posterior in horrid pain.
Fans: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!
Douglas: What a death defying move from MAX, almost breaking his own back in the process of trying to inflict damage on Psycho, and we’re still only in our first fall.
Mayne: Hahahaha, I love watching these two guys try to kill each other. It’s more entertaining that Judge Judy, I hope this goes on all night.
MAX continues to hold his bum and the back of his thigh while crawling into the cover on his opposition, hooking his leg while the initial referee, Stuart Wright drops and slaps the concrete.
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Psycho lobs his shoulder from the concrete at the last second, leaving MAX stunned as he sits up and runs his hands through his hair. His fingers find their way into Psycho’s follicles while forcing him up to his feet now, driving his elbow into the side of Psycho’s head repeatedly. The intense MAX drags Psycho along to the crowd entrance, taking him by the wrist and whipping him towards the closed double doors. Psycho turns and reverses though, sending MAX charging into the doors and bashing through them with tremendous force, turning and falling back first against the wall of a corridor. Psycho falls side first against one of the walls of the entrance, shaking his head and then reaching down, grabbing hold of a large thick plastic trashcan. He hoists it above his head and steps through the doors into the hallway MAX is now standing in and throws the can directly at his skull. MAX steps out of the way in the nick of time as the heavy can crashes against the white bricks and sends everything inside spilling to the ground. After barely avoiding his demise, MAX makes his way down the corridor, holding his back in the process as Psycho storms after him. Just as Max passes the condiments table, Psycho grabs him by the back of the head, pulling in reverse on it and then driving him down face first into the wooden surface. MAX bounces off with force while Psycho grabs a steaming coffee pot and swings it at his opponent’s head. MAX ducks out of the way, causing the pot to slip from Psycho’s hand and shatter against the wall. Unfortunately for MAX, even though he ducked the coffee pot, he leaves himself open for a stiff knee lift right into the face. The strike causes MAX to stand up when Psycho takes him by the back of the head and charges him at the wall, throwing him face first into it with great force. MAX smacks off the wall yet remains standing as he staggers down the corridor, both men now making their way towards the loading area, where the loading bay doors are ajar, raised up high above the supply entrance to the building.
MAX turns around and swings a fist at Psycho’s head only for him to duck it and bury his shoulder against his ribs, charging him backwards spine first into the wall. MAX cringes as he staggers away from the wall, Psycho turning and spotting a 2x4 leant against the wall. Psycho grabs it and approaches MAX, swinging it straight at his head only for his opponent to turn and arch his back in a matrix style position to avoid it. The 2x4 misses and smacks against one of the loading bay doors that is half open and half closed. The board drops out of Psycho’s hand and MAX now jumps into the air, dropkicking his large opponent to the upper back, sending him charging face first into the loading bay door. His skull collides against it gruesomely and takes his legs out from under him, sending his wide frame collapsing onto his back, his body stuck under the hanging loading bay door now. His hands swipe against his forehead while MAX staggers and stumbles around then spots the chain that is holding up the loading door. He steps towards it and yanks on the chain, causing all the weight of the door to come crashing down right on top of Psycho’s ribs. A roar of pain emanates from the Sadistic Savage, shouting out in anguish.
Douglas: Oh good God, Psycho’s ribs may have just been shattered as that loading bay door just came crashing down into his ribs!
Mayne: And this thing just continues to get more and more wonderfully gruesome.
Psycho tries to push the door off his ribs as he shouts in agony, MAX dropping down on top of his chest as he goes for the pinfall. The official is right there, dropping down and making the count.
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The crowd reacts with a mixed response as MAX has just picked up the first fall in this three stages of hell style match.
Douglas: MAX has just pinned Psycho in the first round of this Deadly Games title match, and after that loading door came crashing down on the crazy bastard I think this may be the last round!
Mayne: Let’s hope not, it’s so entertaining watching these two idiots kill each other. The longer this goes, the less strength Psycho is going to have at Extinction as part of that tag team match.
An already battered MAX rises to his feet, lifting his arms up in victory after achieving the win in the first round of the Deadly Games match. He staggers past the official, Wright checking on Psycho’s condition while he remains trapped under the steel loading bay door. On sheer instinct alone MAX continues to celebrate his win as he staggers out of frame. The camera cuts to the entrance ramp where the curtains are swaying before they are pushed apart by a still celebrating MAX, the crowd roaring with applause to be seeing the action live now instead of being forced to watch it on the titantron. MAX almost looses his footing as he staggers onto the stage, Michelle watching all of this with a pleasant expression on her face from ringside. Again MAX raises his arms in victory when shockingly, a doubled over Psycho storms through the curtains behind him, gripping hold of that 2x4. MAX spins around when the board is swung directly into his ribs, causing him to double over and roar in anguish.
Mayne: I can’t believe this match is still going, not that I’m complaining in the slightest that it is, but to see Psycho back up and going after MAX considering just what happened to his ribs is amazing.
Douglas: Psycho knows no pain Billy, you should realize that by now, you have been calling the man’s matches for years.
Billy: Don’t remind me of how much time I’ve wasted in my life Dan, please don’t.
Psycho drops the 2x4 and while staggering around grabs hold of MAX’s hair, pulling him towards his wide frame and then scooping him up onto his shoulder. Psycho turns and rushes across the stage before pulling MAX down into a running powerslam right on top of the steel. The force of MAX’s body hitting the steel results in screams from the fans as the Fully Loaded member begins to arch his spine from the stage and Psycho remains kneeling at his side. His attention quickly transfers to the tables that line the barricades around the ring, all of them strapped with highly volatile C4.
Douglas: A running powerslam onto the stage, I don’t know how MAX can take this much punishment on his back side.
Mayne: He’s in the porn industry Dan, chances are he’s had a lot of things done to his back side, he should be use to it by now. But he’s got to get himself back into this match if he wants to avoid going through one of those tables in the second fall here.
Dan: Indeed, as now we’re in the second fall which is a C4 tables match.
MAX is reaching for his back in an extreme amount of pain while Psycho takes him around the neck, rolling him onto his knees and still finding himself all fired up after the damage done to his ribs with that loading bay door. Psycho pulls MAX’s head under his seat, wrapping his arms around his waist then hoisting him up into the air and onto his shoulders. To the shock of the already screaming fans, Psycho charges forward and throws MAX with a running powerbomb, back first into one of the steel truss built around the entry way. MAX’s collides with it brutally and then tumbles onto his seat, the reaction from the fans being that of utter disbelief. Psycho isn’t through they though, as even though he’s spitting up blood from his very battered ribs he has the strength to step in and drag MAX up to his feet before loading him onto his shoulder. MAX is incoherent at this point in time as he’s carried towards the steel truss and placed back first against it. Psycho now takes his legs and begins to wrap them around the truss so that now the Fully Loaded member is hanging upside down in a tree of woe from the steel. He flails his arms and tries to get free while Psycho grabs him by the hair, lifting up on his head then delivering a devastating open hand chop right across the sternum. The impact causes MAX to hang upside down once again but now feeling a burning sensation from his chest as Psycho backs away slowly.
Psycho turns to glare at the fans and now shouts for someone to toss him a chair. One particularly well built fan throws his chair as high as he can right into Psycho’s hands on top of the stage while he turns towards the still hanging MAX. To a great deal of applause Psycho rushes forward and sticks the chair under his feet before dropkicking it right into MAX’s face, sandwiching his skull between the truss and the steel.
Douglas: MAX’s skull just caved in between the truss and the chair! Jesus Christ this match is getting violent.
Mayne: The more gore the better I always say.
Dan: Since when?
Billy: Um, since, just now?
The fans are shocked as MAX continues to hang upside down from the truss, now completely motionless after having the chair dropkicked against his face. Psycho steps towards him now and grabs hold of his hair, lifting up onto his head then turning him around so that the front of his shins are stuck in the truss and his face is staring down at the stage. Psycho turns his back towards him and places MAX’s head on top of his shoulder before dropping down into a tower of London style diamond cutter that plants his opponent face first right into the steel stage. MAX bounces off and rolls onto his back, lying absolutely motionless as blood begins to ooze from his lacerated forehead, Psycho still seated on the stage in a state of exhaustion. The physical toll of this match seems to be weighing heavily on both men at this point as Psycho forces himself up to his feet, reaching out and taking hold of MAX’s trunks in the process. There is zero movement from MAX as his limp body is lifted then sent into a roll down the ramp, blood still oozing from his forehead, which causes Blacker to lick her lips at the sight of it.
Billy: Well, they’re back at ringside, which is the closest they’ve been to getting into the ring all night long.
Douglas: If this thing goes to a third fall, which heaven help us if it does, they’ve have to enter the ring to climb the ladders and reach the Deadly Games title belt. I don’t know how either man can survive that long though.
Psycho stumbles down the ramp now and approaches one of the tables that is leaning against the barricade. It takes all his strength yet he’s able to lift it and slide it under the ropes to the inside of the ring. His attention then returns to MAX who is valiantly trying to stand even while busted open. As soon as he gets to kneeling base, Psycho grabs the back of his head and rushes him at the ring, rolling him in under the cables. For a moment Psycho stops to take a breather and to glare at Michelle who is insisting he enter the ring or bring some violence her way. Instead of listening Psycho rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring, standing up and approaching a kneeling MAX who lunges forward head first into the big man’s mid-section. The Sadistic Savage is doubled over as MAX gets to his feet and wraps his hands around the back of his opposition’s head, dropping to his seat and pulling him down into a vicious jawbreaker. Psycho’s jaw cracks off the top of MAX’s bloody skull as the nimble athlete rolls over backwards onto his feet, waiting for his larger opponent to come staggering in. Psycho shakes his head and charges forward when MAX does the same, jumping into the air and catching his inbound opponent by the back of the cranium, dragging him down into a reverse neckbreaker. Psycho’s body collides with force against the canvas before he sits up, reaching for his neck in pain, MAX rolling away from him with blood still seeping from his lacerated forehead.
As Psycho sits up and reaches for the back of his neck, MAX turns and rushes forward, delivering a devastating running knee to the back of his head. Psycho begins to convulse as a result, rolling back and forth while grabbing at his damaged noggin, MAX almost loosing his balance in the process of approaching the table that was slid in a few moments ago. The exhausted Fully Loaded representative grabs the C4 laced table and begins to agonize as he tries to set it up on the canvas. After a few moments of struggling against the heavy wood he positions the table beneath one of the nearby turnbuckles then spins back towards his equally as exhausted opponent. Psycho is just now forcing himself to his feet, albeit with extremely wobbly legs when MAX comes charging in at him only to be caught across the big man’s sternum, being spun around into a brutal powerslam. MAX’s body collides with the canvas as he turns onto his side, now lying there motionless while Psycho breaths heavily, drained of energy. He swipes sweat from his forehead and gets to his feet, taking MAX by the locks of his hair, dragging him over onto his knees then realizing the table is set up. He begins to back towards the turnbuckle, forcing MAX along with him and then starting up the corner in reverse. The crowd begins to cheer as they realize Psycho is about to put MAX through the table.
Mayne: Say goodbye to MAX, it was nice knowing him kinda just for the porn references alone. Plus I do occasionally enjoy saying “Hot Addiction.”
Douglas: Yes, the sheer amount of times you mumble it under your breath is astounding, but it looks like Psycho is about to win the second fall in what has been an absolutely brutal encounter thus far.
Psycho is seated on the top rope as he reaches down for MAX, who suddenly awakens and throws a right into his opponent’s ribs. Psycho leans forward as a result while MAX charges at the ropes at his side, stepping them and getting to the top rope before springing off and turning into a kick to the back of his opposition’s head. The crowd reacts with shock as Psycho leans forward, knocked through a loop thanks to that kick yet remaining on the turnbuckle. MAX is feeding off his third wind perhaps as he stands and makes his way up the turnbuckle, stepping onto the corner in front of Psycho and drilling downward into his face with closed fists. He glances over his shoulder at the table and now jumps into the air, wrapping his legs around the neck of Psycho, going for the hurricarana only for the former World Champion to grab the top rope, keeping him from being launched off the turnbuckle. MAX finds himself hanging upside down from around Psycho’s neck as he reaches out, wrapping his arms around his quick opponent’s waist then jumping off the turnbuckle. The fans go nuts as MAX is given the piledriver off the turnbuckle and throw the table, resulting in a big explosion of C4 that sends waves of pain coursing through both men’s bodies.
Douglas: Psycho has put MAX through the table! He’s won the second fall in what has thus far been one of the most insane bouts I’ve ever had to call.
Mayne: This is crazier than Margot Kidder. But thankfully this will now go to a third fall between these two if they can even keep going considering the conditions of their bodies.
MAX and Psycho lie on the canvas, barely moving after going through that table while strobe lights begin to flicker around the steel cage, which is slowly lowering into position around the ring. Attached to the walls of the cage are ladders which will be used to reach the title belt hanging precariously above the squared circle. Neither man is moving much as the cage encloses the squared circle in entirety, Michelle remaining on the outside of it with a pleasant smirk on her features. A very bloodied MAX fights to reach his feet with portions of his hair now burnt off as Psycho gets up in front of him in a very sluggish, exhausted manner. He utilizes the cables to reach his feet as MAX stands up in front of him, Psycho charging in suddenly and connecting with a hard lariat to this throat that sends him crashing to the canvas across his back. As soon as he spills onto his spine, Psycho steps over MAX’s legs, grabbing hold of them and lifting them under his armpits as he turns his back towards the cage where a ladder is attached to the mesh wall. Psycho drops back, catapulting MAX through the air and over the ropes face first into the ladder, his frame crashing off of it violently while the fans react with shock. His tattered, bloodied body staggers in reverse into Psycho who catches him around the waist and drops back into a huge German suplex that sends the Fully Loaded member flipping over before he crashes into the canvas across his face. His blood smeared features leave a crimson impression on the canvas while he rolls onto his back, completely laid out at this point as Psycho starts to untie the ladder from the cage. He begins to drag it over the cables and into the ring, allowing it to become sloped, leaning diagonally between the cage and the canvas.
As soon as the ladder is somewhat stabilized, Psycho turns in the direction of MAX who has somehow rose to his feet. As soon as the tired Sadistic One turns towards his opponent, MAX steps in and catches him to the face with a closed first. Psycho is staggered as he’s jabbed to the features once again by MAX, who now lobs a knee into his gut and now takes him by the back of the head. Before Psycho can stop it he’s rushed across the ring and thrown face first into the cage wall, his burnt features colliding with the mesh steel violently. The collision sends Psycho landing back on his feet and staggering backwards in the direction of the ladder that remains slanted over the ropes. It appears that he’s about to fall backwards into it while a bloodied MAX turns towards him and comes barreling in only to be caught with a spinning powerslam that drives him back first directly into the ladder. The fans react with absolute shock as MAX’s frame collides violently against the ladder, his back arching from it while his shouts of anguish rip through the blood caked on his face. The crowd doesn’t have the chance to stop screaming before Psycho comes rushing in and jumping into the air, dropping with a back first senton splash right into MAX’s mid-section while he is draped over the ladder. The rungs of the ladder bend while MAX begins to convulse, his bloodied body rolling off the steel and collapsing to the canvas.
Mayne: Now these crazy mother fuckers are using a ladder! How much more violence are we going to witness in this bloodbath? I have a manicure scheduled for immediately after this show, they better not cause me to miss it.
Douglas: You might have to reschedule Billy, which shouldn’t be that devastating considering you pamper yourself every day, mostly in the bathroom, but that’s another story. Considering this is now in a cage, we could be seeing a sample of what we’re going to get between the Rogue Squadron and Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed at Extinction.
Billy: Quit bringing that up already, you’ve mentioned that match a thousand times before, isn’t the gore in this bout good enough for you. And what’s the rules now, don’t they have to grab the belt with the use of the ladder and then escape the cage with the strap? Can this match have anymore stipulations packed into it?
MAX is convulsing while holding his ribs as Psycho rolls away from him, his back engulfed with anguish as well. He rises slowly to his feet and approaches his opponent who has rolled off the ladder as well. As soon as he gets to his feet Psycho decks him to his bloodied forehead with a right hand, followed by another shot, each blow staggering the exhausted Fully Loaded representative as Psycho takes him by the back of the head. Just like MAX did earlier Psycho charges his opponent straight at the steel cage wall. As they approach it MAX jumps into the air and places his feet to the ropes, stepping up them and then flipping over backwards directly onto his feet. Psycho turns towards him and charges straight at MAX as he staggers towards the ladder. As soon as the monster gets within range MAX catches him with a drop toe hold, causing him to crash into the slanted ladder face first and resulting in a groan from the fans. MAX stands up as Psycho is utilizing the ladder to push himself up to his feet, but just as his legs get stabilized beneath him his opposition comes charging in, jumping into the air and hooking his arm around the back of his opponent’s head. Psycho is given a bulldog directly into the ladder, his features colliding against the steel and causing him to drop onto his back, rolling around in a state of utter pain.
The crimson mask containing MAX rises slowly to his feet, approaching the ladder slowly. He grabs hold of it, dragging it away from the cage and pulling it to the very center of the ring, where he leaves it lying just below the hanging title belt. His eyes cut upwards, glaring through his claret towards his title belt, which is only being defended here tonight as part of this special challenge match. He slowly begins to lift the ladder into the air, trying to set it up under the hanging gold which sparkles brightly, giving off an intense luster. Just as the ladder is stablized MAX starts to make his way up it, climbing each rung painfully, the violence of the two previous encounters weighing heavily on his tired frame. He gets closer and closer to the strap, which still feels so very far away at this point, after everything he’s durable frame has been forced to endure.
Douglas: MAX going for the title belt, which is merely stage one of this final fall for the Deadly Games titles.
Mayne: Couldn’t this be considered 4 falls in one match? Jesus, I haven’t been this perplexed since I tried to sit through a Woody Allen film. Why are people still giving him money?
MAX reaches for the title belt, which sways just outside the range of his bloodied digits, smeared with the crimson that streams down his lacerated face. Suddenly Psycho stumbles into the ladder, grabbing the legs and pushing it over towards the cage wall to the shock of everyone in the building. MAX tries to grasp at the rungs for dear life as the ladder tumbles towards the cage wall, forcing the Fully Loaded member to let go of it and turn towards the mesh. To the shock of everyone, MAX grabs hold of the cage wall, and in a Spider-Man display of agility hangs onto it, keeping from crashing against the mesh. Psycho steps forward across the ring in shock before MAX jumps off the cage wall, twisting in mid-air and connecting with a huge crossbody onto his opponent. Everyone in the building is screaming as loud as they can at the sight of MAX’s sheer agility, as he crashes into his wide opponent and sends both men colliding with force against the canvas. A bloodied MAX rolls off of Psycho, who is left lying on his back, absolutely motionless after that huge crossbody off the cage.
Douglas: CAN YOU BELIEVE WHAT WE JUST SAW!?!
Mayne: A crossbody off the cage by MAX, after he avoided colliding with the wall! That was like superhero-esque in terms of flexibility.
The crowd is slapping the barricades at the sight of what they just witnessed as both men remain spread across their backs, breathing hard after the hell they’ve inflicted on one another. Finally an exasperated and ailing MAX turns away from Psycho, who eyes shifting to the ladder which leans against the cage wall at this point. He crawls in its direction ever so slowly and reaches up, grabbing the ladder legs, pulling down on them and causing it to stand up straight just beneath his Deadly Games title belt. With every ounce of his remaining strength, MAX begins to climb ever so slowly towards the glistening strap. Every move of his arm is a great labor, every lift of his foot to climb the rungs is an intense exercise as he moves towards his title belt, blocking all his anguish with the thought of victory. As he reaches for the title belt Psycho once again stumbles in, reaching up for his ankle and grabbing hold of it, keeping the Deadly Games Champion from reaching his belt. MAX’s fingers dangle just short of the strap, reaching out for it as desperately as possible before his hand wraps around the belt. To the joy of everyone, MAX pulls down the Deadly Games title belt and throws it over his shoulder, now all that is left is to escape the cage. MAX turns towards Psycho and jumps off the ladder, to the surprise of everyone he lands right on his rival’s shoulders, spinning him around into a hurricarana. Psycho flips over forward, crashing onto his back to a huge ovation while MAX falls to his elbows and knees. As claret drips from his face he finds his eyes drawn to the cage door, which remains just so far away. Agonizingly he begins to crawl in the direction of the cage door, looking for his escape, desperate to leave this steel structure with his title belt around his shoulder. Michelle eagerly opens the cage door for MAX, who agonizes as he gets closer and closer to the door.
Douglas: MAX is going to escape, he’s going to get out of the cage with his Deadly Games title.
Mayne: But it’s taking him forever, does he not realize how much work it takes to make myself look this good? He’s keeping me from my damned appointment!
With every gasp, with every ache and pain, MAX finds himself just a little closer to the door. Somehow Psycho has gotten up behind him though, falling into the standing ladder and now beginning to take it down. MAX’s hand reaches out under the ropes, wrapping around the apron and using this grasp to drag himself towards the open door. Suddenly the ladder is thrown down on top of his back with force, causing MAX to unleash a roar of disparate pain. Yet Psycho isn’t through yet, rushing forward and jumping into the air as he extends his back and drops it directly into the ladder, driving it downward into MAX’s spine. The fans react with shock at the sight of the senton splash being used by Psycho once again, although this time he threw all of his weight into the ladder, inflicting just as much pain on his body. He rolls off of the ladder and begins to convulse as he arches his back from the ring, MAX pushing himself up onto the points of his elbows as he is unable to interpret just how much pain is coursing through his body.
Somehow even while enduring all of this pain coursing through his spine Psycho rises to his feet ever so slowly. With his hand over his back, Psycho approaches the Deadly Games Champion who is now laying spread across his stomach, reaching down and grabbing the belt. He yanks and pulls it on, trying to free the belt from MAX’s grasp, who just won’t let go even with the condition of his badly battered body. Psycho lets go of the belt but now stomps MAX to the side of his face, causing him to let go of the strap. Psycho now has hold of the title as he steps over the second rope, about to move towards the door when MAX surprisingly stands and kicks the middle cable, driving it upward right into his opponent’s testicles. A loud gasp comes from Psycho who doubles over and drops the title belt back to the canvas, MAX rising to his feet and grabbing the ladder off the ring. As soon as Psycho stands up on the apron with his back placed to the mesh wall, MAX comes rushing in with the ladder mounted on his shoulder, driving the hard steel top of it directly into his face. The steel crunches Psycho’s features between the ladder and the mesh, causing him to lose his footing and spill through the ropes into the ring. As he tumbles back onto the canvas, MAX throws the ladder down and then reaches out for his title, grabbing hold of it. He scoops the golden strap from the ring and stumbles in a groggy state towards the door. His very tired body slips through the cables and onto the apron just beside the open door, the fans having a mixed reaction as they realize he is about to escape with his belt in hand. He reaches out, putting one foot on the stairs, just seconds from escaping and retaining his title.
Mayne: It’s about time, it appears that MAX is going to retain his title belt! And not a second too late, the length of my nails were just starting to bother me.
Douglas: After all this brutality, MAX is just seconds removed from escaping that cage, yet he’s got to stop savoring the moment and get this over with already.
MAX’s other foot begins to vacate the ring when Psycho reaches through the ropes, grabbing hold of the Deadly Games title belt. The crowd starts to scream as both men are now getting into a tug of war over the title belt, MAX leaning back and Psycho doing the same as they struggle for the title belt. The fans are on the edge of their seats as MAX leans back as far as he can with his grasp on the title belt, Psycho doing the same as his badly bloodied opponent. That’s when Psycho uses all his remaining strength to tug on the belt and pull MAX forward through the cables. His head is stuck between the ropes as Psycho reaches out, wrapping his arm around his neck then stepping in reverse, causing MAX’s ankles to be draped over the second cable. As soon as he has him in this position, Psycho drops back, spiking MAX directly on top of his head with a thunderous, sickening DDT.
Douglas: MAX was about to escape but he’s pulled back into the ring with one of the most sickening DDT’s I’ve ever seen. The action between these two thus far has been unbelievable, and its still not coming to a close as of yet.
Mayne: Indeed it isn’t, these two are not going to be through with each other until there is little to nothing left of them. Even after all the anguish they’ve inflicted on another this bout is still going.
MAX rolls to his elbows and knees, bleeding still from his forehead as Psycho forces himself up to his feet at his side. He steps towards MAX now and reaches down, wrapping his arms around his waist then dead lifting him up off the canvas. He now places him in a crucifix bomb position while turning towards the cage wall, about to running powerbomb him into it. He starts to rush forward when MAX surprisingly slips off his shoulders and lands on his feet behind his back. Psycho turns around and charges at him with a lariat when MAX rolls under his arm and grabs his title belt off the canvas in the process. He then slips through the ropes and onto the apron before turning back towards Psycho comes rushing in, diving through the ropes into a spear against MAX’s ribcage. Both men fly to the outside mats and crash against them with force, yet the bloodied MAX is still holding onto the title belt tightly. Both men lie spread across the matting and breathing hard after that spear but it’s now clear who the winner is as Michelle approaches MAX, grabbing his wrist and raising it into the air in celebration. As a result a tremendous outcry of cheers mixed with boos go up from the building, MAX miraculously retaining his title by keeping hold of it as he was speared out of the cage.
Douglas: I don’t believe it, MAX has retained the Deadly Games title in what was perhaps one of the most violent encounters I’ve ever witnessed!
Mayne: That lucky bastard, if it wasn’t for Psycho’s sheer idiocy, MAX might not have emerged victorious with the title tonight, but thanks to the stupidity of his opponent, he was basically helped out of the cage and handed a win.
Douglas: I hardly think being speared out of a cage could constitute as being helped from the steel structure Billy.
Billy: Your just splitting hairs at this point.
With the crowd ROARING after the end of the match, both MAX and Psycho are tired, still at ringside, both leaning on barricades, as the fans rhythmically clap in appreciation for their hard-fought contest as the cage slowly raises into the air.
Fans: (chanting) ONE MORE FALL! ONE MORE FALL! ONE MORE FALL!
Douglas: Look, Billy! This capacity crowd showing their appreciation for this hard-fought contest!
Mayne: Yeah, and the bloodthirsty freaks want MORE! What IS it with this city??? All that insomnia mess with their brains or something???
The cage is now completely raised and Michelle has made her way to the apron, with a microphone being handed to her.
Michelle Blacker: PSYCHO!! NOW...I'm going to FINISH what you STARTED half a year ago! Get up here!
Douglas: ...I don't like this, Billy! She's still toeing that fine line when she's around Psycho!
Mayne: But doesn't she WANT Psycho to hurt her??
Douglas: We'll just have to see!
Psycho, whose bloody face is the picture of confusion, slowly climbs onto the apron, regarding her with something that seems close to intrigue, mixed with even the tiniest bit of fear at this unknown resolve.
Psycho: What...what are you DOING??
Blacker: I'm FINISHING this, Isaac...
MAX looks on, leaning on the barricade, with an expression of disappointment as Michelle wraps her arms around Psycho...and begins to make out with him!
Mayne: I CAN'T BELIEVE WHAT I'M SEEING HERE!!! Michelle is ACTUALLY sucking face with that grotesque shell of a man!!
Douglas: I can't believe it either!!
For a second Psycho’s mind becomes clear of everything effecting his ravaged mind. He doesn’t seem to recall all those individuals he’s been pulled between over the past few weeks, Michelle successfully taking his mind off of everything. She finally steps back, staring long and hard into Psycho’s face while wrapping her hands around the back of his head.
Michelle: You like that Psycho? Didn’t you? Well guess what; I didn’t!
Michelle delivers a swift kick directly to Psycho’s testicles, causing his eyes to cloud over with pain as he hunches forward, reaching for his genitalia. Words can not properly describe just how much pain is coursing through his sack after such a kick as Michelle leans in, grabbing him by the hair and shouting something into his face.
Blacker: I did all this, and you still won’t hurt me!?! Come on, you’ve got to want to hurt me now! Do it Psycho, do it! HURT ME!
Michelle slaps Psycho in the cheek, then does it again as he falls to a knee, too exhausted to put up a fight and finding himself conflicted again, the voices returning to his head. That’s when MAX steps in out of nowhere, shoving Michelle aside and grabbing Psycho by the bangs of his hair, beginning to jab him repeatedly to the face with closed fists as the crowd boos loudly. MAX punches Psycho repeatedly to his face while blood drips from his own.
Douglas: This is so confusing, Michelle set all of this up, was working with MAX just on the off chance that she get Psycho all riled up to hurt her, and when he didn’t it sent her off the deep end?
Mayne: She’s got some screws loose, that’s for sure. And I’m talking big screws, the type they use on steel beams.
The fans are disgusted by MAX’s actions here, continuing to assault Psycho while Michelle stands back, laughing over what she’s seeing. That’s when the fans start to scream at the sight of Chapel rushing down the ramp and towards the ring, coming to his partner’s aid. He slides into the ring across his stomach then rises to his feet, approaching MAX quickly who steps back, looking for a fight even while battered and exhausted, still bleeding from his broken face. As soon as the Cartel Champion steps towards him, out of nowhere Axl Evermore slides into the ring as well, jumping in front of Chapel at the last second while extending his palms out in the direction of the King of Monsters. Chapel stops dead in his tracks while Axl builds a wall with his body between his tag team partner for the evening, and his usual partner MAX. The King of Monsters scowls vindictively in the direction of MAX as he steps up behind Axl, trying to get at the big man. Evermore turns to face him and demands he step back into his corner, that right now is not the proper time for him to get at Chapel.
Douglas: Axl Evermore coming out here and stopping a brawl from ensuing between MAX and Chapel who was coming to Psycho’s aid surprisingly enjoy.
Mayne: Things are getting so horribly twisted out here. How are Chapel and Evermore going to co-exist when their partners want to tear each other apart?
Michelle has quickly vacated the ring, watching all of this with a big smile on her face as Chapel grabs Evermore by the shoulder, spinning him around and beginning to argue with him. He makes gestures towards MAX, implying that if his partner can’t be trusted then why should he have any faith in Evermore. He doesn’t have time to get an answer as Psycho comes rushing in, trying to get at both MAX and Axl while holding his testicles. Therefore Chapel is forced to turn and hold Psycho at bay, pushing him away from the Fully Loaded members while Evermore does the same with MAX, both men wanting to get at each other, determined to get their hands around one another’s throats. This match apparently did nothing to settle the animosity between them, which is clear considering Chapel is forced to keep Psycho away from MAX, and Evermore is doing everything in his power to restrain his bloodied tag team partner from continuing his hostilities. All the while Blacker is watching from the outside of the ring with a giant smile on her face.
DEPRIVATION
The camera cuts immediately backstage where Pat Evans can be seen with his thick arms crossed over his sternum and a slight smirk present on his face. The reason for his normal lack of hostility, surprisingly replaced by joy on this occasion, is due to the fact that he’s watching everything occurring in the ring from the backstage area. The Submission title belt glistens over his shoulder, wrapped about the boundaries of his dark leather jacket while he is planted on a obsidian trunk backstage. Strangely the large crate he’s seated upon is moving, with muffled sounds coming from within it, yet Pat takes little to no interest in such mysterious commotion, his focus remaining entirely on the television screen. The monitor provides images of referees sliding into the ring in order to separate the two tag teams, ensuring that neither of the Crazy Bastards nor Fully Loaded get their hands on one another, keeping the peace. Such a scenario bodes well for Evans, who is just moments away from competing in the 6 man tag team main event, where Evermore and Chapel will be his opponents, yet are showing they have a great lack in camaraderie, an issue he’ll no doubt take advantage of.
Finally when a knock comes from the trunk, accompanied by the sounds of meager screams Pat rolls his eyes and rises to his feet. He turns and unlatches the brass lock on the trunk and opens the lid as he leans down beside it ever so methodically. From within the trunk Aurora Rose is revealed, sitting up and gasping for air. Her face is a pale white shade with hints of red on her cheeks, as she grabs the sides of the trunk to hold herself up, her eyes fighting against the bright light.
Evans: Hmmm, you lasted a little longer than I thought you would.
With clear disdain Aurora shoots a stare in Pat’s direction, the type that would normally send a chill shooting down a man’s spine, but in Evans’ case he remains unaffected.
Aurora: I’m so glad to hear that I slightly surpassed your expectations, but can you remind me what being locked in a trunk for an hour is designed to teach me? The only thing I learned was that this trunk hasn’t been cleaned in weeks, judging by the smell of dirty underpants and the mold I was playing with when I got bored.
Pat just stares blankly, with no emotion whatsoever, not even a minor chuckle.
Pat: It saddens me Aurora that you fail to see the wonderful lesson I’m teaching you here.
Rose: What lesson? This is just torture.
Evans: Everyone needs to endure a little torture now and then. Without pain, without suffering, how do you ever expect to get stronger? What being locked in that trunk is designed to teach you is all about deprivation. And yes, although some may say otherwise, deprivation is always a good thing.
Aurora blows the hair out of her face and continues to give Pat the glare of death.
Aurora: Although I’m afraid to ask, why?
Pat: Simple, all your life Aurora you’ve been given everything you wanted, the cards always played exactly how you wanted them to play. Your life was always so perfect even though you try to make others think it wasn’t, so how can you can respect material objects or success in your life unless your deprived of them? Plus, in order to be handed everything you’ve ever desired, you had to depend on others to do the handing over. But when your deprived of the assistance of others, as being locked in a trunk is suppose to show you, you’ve only got one real person to depend on, yourself. Until you learn to be truly self reliant, until you come to the understanding that you don’t need boyfriends, or abusive ex boyfriends to hold you up, then you’ll keep going down this path to despair, and wasting what remains of your pathetic life depending on the generosity of others. You need to earn something on your own Aurora, instead of having someone else there to hand it to you. So you seeing, deprivation is an all too important lesson, and everyone should endure the feeling of lose, of being deprived. Two of our opponents learned such a lesson Aurora, like Chapel, who I deprived of the World title and shall soon deprive of his Cartel Championship. Then there’s Axl, who I helped by depriving of the Submission Championship. Now both men have some respect for the things that have been taken from them and no doubt are driven more than ever before to obtain them.
Aurora bats her eyes, actually understanding where Pat is coming from as he utters his words with such confidence yet no emotion.
Pat: So you see, deprivation is always key, it reminds you of what’s important, and instills self reliance.
Aurora: As crazy as you sound, that almost makes sense.
Evans: Of course it does, because unlike guys such as MAX, pretty boys with their egocentric personalities, you’re begging to realize the world isn’t full of cheery sunrises, stunning rainbows and carebears with ethnic emblems tattooed on their sternums. Your beginning to see the world for what it really is, and soon you’ll be ready.
Pat reassuringly slides his hand around the back of Aurora’s head, holding it ever so lightly as she surprisingly leans the side of her face into his palm. Evans’ eyebrow rises as a result before quickly rising to his feet, leading Aurora to her own in the process. Her legs almost tumble out from beneath her yet Evans fails to take a considerable notice in her lack of functions. He turns and begins to make his way down the corridor before he pauses abruptly at the sight of the MMA Messiah David Miller. Pat lunges back a bit as he finds himself nose to nose with the deadly individual formerly known as David Miller. Oddly, instead of expressing a reason for standing here in front of an equally as quiet Evans, no words exit Miller’s mouth whatsoever. He is completely and utterly silent, only the sound of his heavy, intense breathing providing any noise whatsoever. Evans does not step back or look away at all, not even blinking, just like Miller as both men find themselves nose to nose. Not a word is uttered between them as they both breathe heavy. Words don’t seem necessary, the looks in both men’s eyes conveying the message they desire, yet now neither team competing in the 6 man tag team match seem to be on stable footing.
ONE HAND, ONE CHANCE
A loud ovation rips through the arena at the sight of Nathan Creed leading the way to the ring, dressed in his gear and prepared for the impending physical competition. The Future is all psyched up as he rotates his shoulders, getting every muscle working before the upcoming tag team tournament match. As he passes out of camera’s frame Orlando Cruze is revealed to be walking behind him with two guards dressed in full riot gear marching along at his sides, hitting nightsticks into the palms of their hands. Cruze could care less about their presence, trying to remain centered on the match at hand as he moves down the hallway intensely. To the despair of the screaming fans the camera cuts to one behind him, revealing that one of his hands are chained behind his back, connected to some type of metal belt that wraps around his waist. Nothing will keep Orlando from making his way to the ring though and trying to exact some form of revenge against the Alpha Generation, rather it be one handed or not.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, up next we’re slated to see the second round in the tag team tournament, as Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed battle No Holds Barred Champion Desolation, and World Heavyweight Champion Hurse, but as you can see, the odds are certainly stacked in the Alpha Generation’s favor.
Mayne: As if they weren’t already considering the Alpha Generation’s sheer in ring superiority. Orlando Cruze didn’t stand a chance in the first place, with one hand or two.
Douglas: You can argue that point until your blue in the face but I still won’t listen.
Billy: Making cracks about the color of my skin again? I hope the FCC is listening to these highly racial remarks.
Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed continue to move towards the ring with the Future falling a bit behind the Icon. For some reason Creed can’t take his eye off the handcuff while he shakes his head in a state of despair, as if he just realized how much he’s going to have to step up in the impending match given his teams blatant disadvantage. Orlando however, refuses to see it as a disadvantage, using his chained wrist as further motivation.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
NATHAN CREED & ORLANDO CRUZE VS.
DESOLATION & HURSE
TAG TEAM TOURNAMENT
The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Red lights flash and mist appears on the Jumbotron. The harsh, synthetic guitars of "Fever Dream" kick in.
The Jumbotron show a pair of black jackboots marching in time with the beat. In the faded mist past atrocities committed by the Dark Man, Desolation can be seen.
A red serpent's eye pulses with a red glow in the background, the glaring, sinister smiling face of Desolation appearing in the center.
Red lights flash on and off in time with the tune, and a column of red flame explodes in the center of the entry ramp, revealing the Dark Man in the entryway. Standing rather tentatively behind him is the World Heavyweight Champion Hurse, his title glistening over his shoulder. Gold also glistens around Desolation, as the N.H.B Championship hangs from his grasp and a stoic expression resides on his face, the remaining two members of the Alpha Generation moving towards the ring for their tag team tournament match. Following behind them in a repulsed manner is Robin Brooks, who is rolling her eyes as she progresses towards the squared circle.
Desolation walks to the ring, head lowered. He climbs up into a kneeling position on the ring apron, arms entwined in the ropes, a sadistic smile on his face as he holds the pose for a few moments. Hurse steps up onto the apron behind him and motions repeatedly with his fingers in the direction of the Dark Man, even dropping to his knees and clapping upwards, truly honoring his tag team partner. Desolation slowly lifts his arm into the air, holding his clinched fist up high then sliding through the ropes, Hurse rolling in as well with Robin Brooks forced to watch all of this with a very flabbergasted expression on her face.
Douglas: And just when I was getting over my suicidal urges, here comes the Alpha Generation to rain shit on my otherwise bleak day.
Mayne: Hahaha, how wonderfully moody, but oh so inaccurate. The Alpha Generation are one of the only bastions of light and greatness on this dreary landscape known as IWC. Now can we stop talking in mixed metaphors and enjoy what should be the Alpha Generation’s finest hour?
Dan: Similes!
Billy: God bless you.
The two Champions move to the center of the ring as Hurse graciously takes Desolation’s N.H.B title and places it over his World Championship, handing both belts off to the referee with instructions to protect them with his pathetic, meager life. Robin still watches this with a titled head and rolling eyes while Hurse steps up behind Desolation and begins to rub his shoulders, getting him ready for the match at hand. The Dark Man tries to remain focused on once again defeating his former protégé Orlando Cruze, and his tag team partner Nathan. That’s when “You Know my Name” by Chris Cornell hits the PA system, causing the fans to jump to their feet, screaming as loud as their already exasperated lungs will allow. Somehow they get even louder as through the curtains emerges both Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze, perhaps the greatest team in IWC history, both men looking really motivated, very psyched up for the chance to get their hands on the Alpha Generation. Instead of being fearful both Desolation and Hurse grin slightly at the sight of the belt wrapped about Orlando’s waist, with a steel hook sticking out of the back and Orlando’s wrist cuffed to it. This causes some of the fans to be repulsed yet they are still going nuts over the arrival of the Icon and the Future. As both men begin to move down the ramp Orlando’s eyes find themselves focused to a sharp point on the disgusting faces of both the Dark Man and the Master of Control, the two individuals who robbed him of his dream at Paranoia IV. He tries to lift one of his arms to flip them off but finds it still confined behind his back while Nathan is holding the signed petition in support of re-hiring Too Magnificent, getting signatures from the fans as he passes them by. Both men move to the ring slowly, truly absorbing this feeling as that big match atmosphere can be felt by the fans gathered in the arena.
Douglas: You know, I’d really be psyched up for this huge tag team match if it wasn’t for the fact that Orlando Cruze is being forced to compete with one of his hands cuffed behind his back.
Mayne: It’s for the well being of everyone in this match considering the violence he unleashed at the conclusion of last week’s Riot! I certainly feel safer knowing this sadist has one of his hands restrained, but I still bought a rape whistle with me.
Dan: You take that with you everywhere!
Billy: Working beside you makes it necessary for me to have it.
Creed gets the final signatures on the petition and then jumps onto the apron with the clipboard in hand, briefly turning to glare down at Robin Brooks, who is shooting a furious glare in his direction. Nathan puckers up in her direction then turns back towards his opponents, Orlando rising onto the apron at his side. The Icon is filled with animosity at the sight of Desolation and Hurse, who although standing behind the back of his partner is confident enough to remove a key on a chain from his trunks. He lifts it into the air and allows it to dangle down from his grasp while smiling and motioning to the cuffed wrist of Orlando, who shakes his head bitterly. The referee steps towards the Alpha Generation members now, demanding that one of them vacate the ring, Hurse not having to be asked twice as he stuffs the key into his trunks and quickly slips through the ropes onto the apron. Desolation turns, scowling in his direction, not pleased by his eagerness to leave the ring but nevertheless turning his attention towards Nathan Creed who has entered the ring, insisting to start this match for his team. The bell now rings as Creed turns to face Desolation, both men beginning to walk in circles around one another slowly.
Douglas: And it looks like we’re going to start off this big tag team grudge bout as part of the tournament for the vacant tag straps with Nathan Creed versus Desolation. These two men are certainly not strangers to one another, as when Desolation first came into the ULW all those years ago he found himself embroiled in quite the feud with Nathan Creed.
Mayne: And Nathan’s done a big fat zero ever since then. God I love destroying these guys’ confidence.
Dan: Yeah, especially considering they can’t hear you.
Billy: Are you suggesting I start screaming?
Desolation and Nathan keep a watchful eye on one another as they move in circles then slowly step forward, establishing a collar elbow lock, beginning to jockey for positioning. That’s when Creed immediately swings around under the arm of the Dark Man, twisting it forward into the arm ringer. Desolation swings his body around in the direction of his arm, twisting under it and then turning to face Creed, reversing the submission into an arm ringer of his own and doing so with quickness. Creed bites his lower lip then pulls Desolation forward a bit, lifting his elbow and placing it to the forearm of the Dark Man. He shoves down on the forearm and knocks one of Desolation’s hands away from his wrist then swings under his opponent’s other arm, reapplying the arm ringer. Orlando tries to clap before realizing one of his hands are still bound behind his wrist, causing him to grit his teeth in anger. All the while Desolation is bent forward slightly by the grip on his wrist, Creed really twisting at the arm with all his strength, finally causing his adversary to drop to his knees from the pain. With suddenness Desolation twists around so that his back is facing Nathan and then stands up straight, his spine pressed to Creed’s chest. Both of Nathan’s arms are forced to the sides of Desolation’s biceps as he tries to hold onto his wrist only for the N.H.B Champion to step forward, knocking the hands apart from his wrist and thus breaking the submission. He turns to face Creed and again swings around his forearm, establishing the arm ringer once more.
Hurse is clapping excitedly at the sight of Desolation’s abstract counter to the arm ringer before he turns and scowls at Robin who has her arms crossed at ringside. He begins to shout at her as Brooks rolls her eyes and apathetically starts to clap as well, all the while Desolation is still twisting at the arm of Creed with all his strength. That’s before Nathan drops down into a forward roll, ending up on his back then nipping up onto his feet. He turns and cartwheels over onto the canvas before dropping to his knees and spinning so that his back is facing Desolation is still leaning down over his opponent’s shoulder to keep hold of the arm ringer. This doesn’t last long as Nathan scoots backwards between Desolation’s legs, causing him to bend forward as he tries to hold onto the submission. The ever so quick Creed stands up behind Desolation, causing the Dark Man’s own wrists to lift and himself in the testicles, causing him to break the submission. Nathan stands up behind him and shoves the N.H.B Champion forward, Desolation standing up as he staggers across the ring, a bit of a grin coming to his face. He turns towards Nathan who sticks his arms out to his sides and approaches Desolation, talking smack only to receive a stiff slap to the face from the Alpha Gen member. Creed is staggered but turns and chops the Dark Man to his chest, followed by Desolation delivering one of his own.
Douglas: This match started off with some nice technical wrestling being displayed by Nathan Creed and Desolation, but things have quickly broken down between these two.
Mayne: I knew both men would be getting stiff, and this time not because they’re reading the articles in Penthouse forum.
Dan: Can your phrases get anymore childish?
Mayne: Maybe.
Nathan delivers another vicious chop right across the sternum of the Dark Man, causing him to stagger in reverse before he turns and connects with a brutal, stiff knife edge of his own. The strike almost welts up Creed’s sternum as he stumbles backwards but then lunges into his opponent with a forearm to the side of his face. He hits another hard forearm, followed by a third strike then promptly kicks the Dark Man directly to the gut, taking him by the back of the head and attempting to shove him towards the turnbuckle. Desolation transitions though and takes hold of the back of Creed’s cranium, forcing him forward into the corner, Nathan turning as he hits it back first. A ravenous Desolation progresses towards him with almost a running chop directly to his chest, causing Creed to lean forward, howling in pain and covering his sternum with both arms. Desolation bends forward and buries his shoulder to Creed’s gut now, backing in reverse towards the center of the ring and dragging his opponent out of the corner. He now rushes him backwards spine first directly into the turnbuckle. Creed’s frame connects with force against the corner, his arms falling over the ropes as a result yet the Dark Man keeps his shoulder pressed to his ribs, again dragging him out of the turnbuckle.
He is about to rush him spine first into the corner once more only to have Creed blast him over the back with repeated forearm strikes, trying to fight his way out of this. He now reaches down and wraps his arm around Desolation’s neck, placing him in the front chancery and then driving knees upward into the chest of the Alpha Generation member. The enraged Creed is trying to fight his way out of this predicament as he grabs Desolation’s arm and thrusts it over his neck, setting up for a vertical suplex now. Instead of being able to hit it Desolation stands up straight and drives his knee into his opponent’s ribs, doubling him over then delivering a vicious European Uppercut to his jaw that launches him backwards into the turnbuckle once more. Desolation bends forward and charges straight at Creed, jumping in with an attempting shoulder block to his mid-section only for Nathan to step out of the way. Desolation flies through the corner and drives his shoulder into the exposed turnbuckle post, causing him to grimace slightly in pain while Nathan takes him by the back of the pants, dragging him out of the corner into a reverse waist lock. Before Desolation can do anything to stop this, Nathan drops backwards into a German suplex, planting the back of the Dark Man’s head into the canvas while Creed spins his hips. He pulls Desolation over onto his seat, then drags him up to his feet in the waist lock still, going for a second German suplex. Instead of being able to connect Desolation forces himself backwards, powering Creed spine first into the corner once again.
Mayne: That turnbuckle must really like Nathan’s back side, it was obvious last week that Krissie McMorris didn’t.
Douglas: Desolation using that corner to free himself from the German position, Nathan busting out those lethal suplexes in this contest already.
Nathan’s arms have fallen over the ropes as Desolation staggers forward then rushes backwards again with a back elbow into the face of his opponent. He now reaches up and wraps his arms around Creed’s head, rushing out of the corner and jumping forward into almost a version of the diamond cutter. Right as he is about to connect Creed shoves him off into the turnbuckle diagonal to the one they were just brawling, Desolation being launched chest first directly into the corner. He bounces off and staggers backwards into Creed who catches him around the waist and drops back into another huge German suplex, a bridging version this time. Referee Alex Ingelson drops and makes the count.
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Desolation shoots his shoulder from the canvas and falls onto his side in the process, Nathan sitting up in a slightly exasperated manner, sweat already collecting on his brow. He turns and stares in the direction of Orlando who has his free arm extended out as far as he can for the tag, yet Creed shakes his head, refusing to tag in his partner considering his other wrist is bound behind his back. Cruze’s eyes fill with confliction, not liking the look he’s receiving from his defiant partner who rises to his feet and takes Desolation around the cranium, rolling him over onto his knees and then dragging him to his feet before turning him around so that he can wedge his shoulder into the small of his back. He is about to lift him up for a back drop suplex only for the Dark Man to charge forward, dragging Nathan along behind him as he wraps his arms around his waist. Desolation hits the cables chest first, trying to grab hold of them to prevent being hit with this move only for Nathan to drop into a backwards roll, pulling him over in reverse with him. Creed ends up seated on the back of Desolation’s thighs, compressing his body so that the back of his shoulders are pressed to the canvas.
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Desolation kicks out and launches Nathan forward in the direction of the cables. Right before he can hit them, Nathan grabs the top rope and jumps over the cables, twisting as he lands feet first on the apron. Desolation has rolled over backwards onto his feet as Creed springs up onto the top rope and flies off in the direction of his opponent who jumps into the air and dropkicks the airborne Nathan directly to the mid-section. The air is taken from the sails of the screaming fans and knocked from the lungs of Nathan who plummets onto his back, Desolation rolling away from him onto his knee with a twisted expression on his face. He now shakes his head and rolls forward across the canvas, making the tag to Hurse who is now overly eager to enter, seeing as his opponent is down.
Douglas: Nathan got the air knocked from his lungs with that vicious yet agile dropkick from Desolation, and now of course, Hurse wants to enter the ring.
Mayne: I’m sure he wanted to get in there earlier but didn’t want to step on Desolation’s toes.
Creed is still holding his mid-section in pain yet refuses to even contemplate making the tag considering his partner’s hand is cuffed behind his back. All the while Hurse enters the ring and approaches Nathan, placing his foot to his face and scraping his heel across his features. As a result Creed sits up, interlocking his hands in front of his face while Hurse steps up behind him and delivers a hard kick right to his lower back. Nathan arches his spine while wincing in pain while Hurse begins to juke and jive at his side, stepping forward with another hard shin kick to his back. Creed grimaces in pain while Hurse does a crane style stance now and points in an angered Orlando’s direction. The Master of Control steps forward for a kick to the side of his opponent’s face out of the crane position when Nathan drops onto his back and rolls towards the one leg that remains planted to the canvas. He knocks the leg out from under Hurse and causes him to land on the canvas with the splits, making the Champion’s face fill with shock as he reaches for his stretched genital area. A prolonged howl emanates from him as Nathan stands behind his opponent, holding his back and then grabbing hold of the leg stuck out behind Hurse’s back. He drags it around in front of Hurse’s body so that he is seated on the canvas, taking him by the hair and pulling down on it, causing him to roll over backwards onto his feet. All the while Robin is watching this with a cringe on her face as Nathan steps in front of Hurse, hooking one of his legs and wrapping his arm around his neck, dropping back into a bridging t-bone suplex pin.
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Hurse kicks out to Creed’s dismay, the World Champion rolling across the canvas and towards the ropes. He grabs hold of them, using the ropes to drag himself to a standing base when Nathan steps up behind the title holder, blasting him over the back with a forearm strike. A loud roar of pain emanates from Hurse as he’s placed in a reverse waist lock, Creed trying to German suplex him, but being unable to as the Champion is clinging to the top cable for dear life. That’s when Hurse throws an elbow into the side of his head, then does it again, trying to break free. He throws one more back elbow only to be caught around the arm, Creed dropping back into a overhead release half nelson suplex, dropping him dangerously on the top of his head. Hurse rolls over onto his knees with his eyes fluttering over the drop on top of his cranium before he falls onto his back, Nathan turning and crawling into the cover.
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Again the Champion kicks out, sitting up in the process while Nathan scoots around behind him. He hooks one of his arms and then interlocks his legs around the other, dropping down away from him and pulling Hurse over backwards into a crucifix pin.
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Somehow Hurse is able to kick out again, Orlando watching all of this passionately.
Mayne: Dammit Hurse, why did you have to go for that Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon crap? You could have finished Nathan with ease if you hadn’t!
Douglas: I’m not sure about that in the slightest. Nathan is surprisingly holding his own in this match thus far even while restricting himself from making the tag to his partner, who he knows won’t be able to compete at his full potential considering his hand is unfairly cuffed behind his back. The motives for this stipulation still don’t make the slightest bit of sense.
Mayne: It would if you have immaculate breasts like Sallie.
Douglas: You’ve just confused me even more.
An increasingly sluggish Nathan takes Hurse by the hair and leads him up to his feet before slapping him across the sternum with an ever so stiff chop. The sheer force of the strike causes the Champion to stumble in reverse, swiping his hands across his chest while Nathan jabs him to the forehead, then does it again. He now takes Hurse by the hair, bending his head forward and locking it in a side headlock of sorts before the Champion wraps his arms around Creed’s waist. Surprisingly Hurse drops backwards, pulling Nathan over into a back drop driver where the top of the Future’s head and the back of his shoulders collide gruesomely against the canvas. His entire body folds up then ricochets from the canvas like a slinky, finding himself seated on the canvas now while gripping at the back of his neck. Creed is in terrible pain as Hurse scrambles to his feet, staggering around before charging forward and delivering a dropkick to the side of his opposition’s face. The hard strike knocks Creed into a roll across the canvas towards the turnbuckle, which he spills into and then immediately forces himself up to his feet. He finds the will power to stand then turn around as Hurse barrels across the ring and jumps into the air, connecting with an insanely stiff heat seeking dropkick right to his face.
The crowd gasps as Nathan is knocked from his feet and sent dropping onto his seat, Hurse rolling away from him and snapping his fingers in the process. He jumps to his feet then turns to face an irritated Orlando, beginning to pivot between toes while doing some Irish style boxing moves with his fists, trying to bait his long time rival into the ring. A look of pure disgust settles into Orlando’s features as he now points in the Champion’s direction, who continues to display his fancy footwork. Desolation shakes his head, clearly not amused by his partner’s antics and lack of concentration before Hurse finally turns towards Nathan who is forcing himself up to his feet in the corner. As soon as he does Hurse clocks him to the jaw with a devastating European Uppercut, knocking his legs up into the air and sending him flying back first against the corner. He bounces off and staggers forward into Hurse who bends forward, catching him gut first against his shoulder then dropping back into a bridging Northern lights suplex.
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Creed finds the strength to power out of the submission while Hurse gets to his feet and furiously slips through the cables, making his way up the turnbuckle immediately. All the while Nathan rolls towards the center of the ring, briefly eyeing Orlando and starting to question rather a tag would be in his best option. Before he has a chance to seriously debate this Hurse comes flying off the corner into a well timed frog splash directly onto his opponent, then promptly hooks his legs.
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Again Nathan kicks out to cheers from the fans, forcing Hurse to sit up with a smirk on his features, enjoying the prospect of further tormenting another individual he hasn’t seen eye to eye with for years.
Dan: Nathan Creed kicks out again, I swear I have no idea how this man keeps up the strength to keep finding his way out of these pinfalls and to make sure his team stays in this match, especially since he can’t make the tag to a handcuffed Orlando.
Mayne: Oh, he doesn’t care about his tag team partner at all, he’s just trying to be a show boating glory hog and you know it. After all, I think the last time Nathan had his time in the spotlight they were still airing original episodes of Star Trek the Next Generation.
The fans react with disdain as Hurse stands up and places his foot directly to Nathan’s throat while removing the key mounted on a chain from his trunks. He lifts it into the air, allowing it to sway before Orlando’s eyes and promptly Cruze to quickly begin entering the ring. As soon as he does, even with one hand cuffed behind his back, the official is right there in his face, Ingelson demanding he get back in his corner or he’ll get his team disqualified. Orlando jaw jacks with the referee while behind Ingelson’s back, Hurse has dragged Creed to his feet, pulling him towards the enemy corner where Desolation is entering the ring. As soon as the Dark Man enters he slaps his hands together to mimic the sound of a tag, Hurse placing Creed in a front chancery then lifting him into the air in a suplex position only to drop forward into a modified face buster. The front of Nathan’s frame hits the canvas in a laid out position while Hurse rolls forward, taking Creed around the jaw in the process then finding himself bridging over the spine of his opponent, holding his head up in a modified rear chinlock. While trapped in this position Desolation bounces off the cables and lunges forward into an incredibly stiff basement dropkick right to Nathan’s completely exposed face. As soon as his boots connect with Creed’s skull Hurse twists around, breaking the rear chin lock then stepping over the spine of his opponent, pulling his head up into a camel clutch of sorts. He pushes down on the back of his head though so that his face is aimed to the canvas, Desolation rolling backwards onto his feet then stepping forward with a straight upward kick directly into the forehead of his prone opponent. The fans react with shock at the sound of such stiff kicks while Orlando has finally vacated the ring, Ingelson turning back towards the action where Hurse has dragged Nathan up to his feet for his partner. As soon as Nathan stands Hurse hooks one of his legs with his own, Desolation rushing forward and sweeping the other leg out from under his opponent, as the two Champions connect with a combination Russian Leg Sweep and running STO.
Mayne: What dazzling tag team moves from the Alpha Generation, just laying it in there on Nathan Creed.
Douglas: The wear and tear of being in this match is really starting to show on the Future, who is finding his hopes in the tag team tournament fading quicker and quicker.
At the behest of the referee Hurse rolls out of the ring onto the apron, and then stands up, allowing the key to dangle from his grasp once more as he holds it out for an increasingly frustrated Orlando to see. Cruze mumbles some obscenities under his breath and fights to try and free his hand while Robin is shouting at Hurse to stop teasing him. In the ring Desolation has taken Nathan by the throat, pushing down on his hand as he strangles the very life out of his exhausted, fatigued opponent. The official starts a five count, reaching four before Desolation breaks the choke then stands and jumps into the air with a stomp to his opponent’s face. Creed sits up, interlocking his hands in front of his face before Desolation twists around and delivers another devastatingly stiff kick, this time the Kawada style directly to the back of Nathan’s head. Immediately after taking the kick Creed drops onto his back, wrapping his hands around his skull and convulsing in the process while the Dark Man steps towards him once more, taking him around the neck. He rolls Creed onto his knees then grabs his wrist, holding his arm out towards Orlando and using it to wave at Cruze, who once again tries to enter the ring. Ingelson is there once again to block the handcuffed Icon as Desolation swings around under Creed’s arm, using it to drag him to his feet then bends forward, burying his shoulder into the small of his back. He hoists Creed into the air with the back drop suplex attempt only for the Future to float over, flipping backwards and landing on his feet behind the Dark Man.
The crowd starts to cheer as Nathan stands and steps towards the Dark Man’s back only for Desolation to spin around and connect with a violent kick right to his ribs. Creed is hunched over forward as a result while Desolation steps towards him with a hard knee strike directly to his face, causing him to stand up straight as the Dark Man spins around into a roaring lariat aimed at his throat. Creed shockingly ducks it in time and rushes across the ring into the cables, bouncing off them then coming back in at Desolation with a head of steam. That’s when Desolation bends forward, catching him by the leg and hoisting him into the air before dropping back into a quick, deadly flapjack that plants Nathan face first with force against the canvas. Desolation gingerly rises to his feet now and approaches Hurse who has his arm stretched out into the ring, slapping the Champion’s hand. Hurse eagerly scales the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope once again while Desolation grabs Nathan around the neck, rolling him to his feet and grabbing his arm, lifting it into the air in order to completely expose the ribs. Hurse comes down off the top rope with the point of his elbow being dropped directly into Creed’s ribs, causing him to drop to a knee and wince in agony, his body taking a high physical toll in this contest thus far. Hurse swipes his palms against one another with a huge grin settling on his face.
Mayne: Nathan is just being dissected, do you see it Dan, do you see just how much anguish this man is in?
Douglas: I’m literally staring through the same monitor as you, so of course I see it. Do I want to? Of course I don’t want to see Creed being double teamed in what has basically become a handicap match between both these men.
Billy: Oh bitch, bitch, bitch, that’s all you do Dan. Did the doctors take off a little too much when you were circumcised?
Desolation vacates the ring while Hurse grabs hold of Nathan’s arm, swinging around under it then turning to face his opponent before kicking him straight to the ribs. The strike causes Nathan to be doubled over while Hurse pulls his arm through his legs and hooks up the other one, lifting him into the air then twisting him as he drops Creed into a pumphandle back breaker. The fans react with disgust as Creed ends up seated on the canvas, reaching for his back while Hurse flips over him from behind, catching the back of his head in the process and pulling it forward with extreme whiplash. Creed tumbles onto his back as a result while Hurse rolls across the canvas right onto his knees, a giant smirk plastered on his face as a result. He stands and steps towards Creed ever so slowly, lifting his foot into the air then placing it on his opponent’s sternum and flexing one of his biceps in the direction of an increasingly outraged Orlando.
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Creed shoots his shoulder from the canvas at the last second while Hurse steps away, outraged that Nathan would even dare cause this match to continue. He now shakes his head and signals that the end has come, taking Creed by the hair and rolling him over onto his knees before dragging him to his feet. He turns his back to Nathan, wrapping his arm around his neck in position for a stunner then pointing directly at the corner, rushing towards it for the sliced bread number 2. Before he can hit it Creed shoves Hurse forward into the corner, the Champion jumping into the air and landing feet first on the second cables. He springs off then twists in mid-air to face Nathan, coming down directly at him only to connect with his knee. A huge uproar of cheers go up from the fans as Nathan has just reversed into a gut buster of sorts by dropping to one knee and getting the other one up in the air.
Billy: Whoa, wait, damn your knees Nathan, damn them to the depths of a fiery hell, you know the same place they have reserved for Hilter, and Fran Drescher, and the entire cast of Golden Girls.
Douglas: Creed finally counters one of Hurse’s move right into the gut buster, but he’s got to keep on the advantage if he has any expectations of winning this match.
Hurse stands up, holding his arms around his ribs when Creed steps behind him, interlocking his arms around his waist then dropping backwards. To the shock of everyone Hurse is sent flying backwards with a German suplex that causes him to crash back first directly into the turnbuckle. The Champion lands on his feet and arches his spine as he staggers forward, his eyes welting with anguish as a tired, dazed Creed stands up in front of him and instinctively wraps his arms around his waist. Creed drops back, throwing Hurse over his head with a release belly to belly suplex that sends the Champion flying high into the air before crashing back down to the canvas. He sits up, roaring in pain while he holds his spine from both vicious collisions, Creed lying almost beside him in the same amount of pain, maybe a little greater.
After struggling for several moments Creed turns onto his side, drenched in his sweat after competing through almost the entire duration of this tag team tournament match. Somehow he finds the strength to get to his elbows and knees, crawling towards Hurse, but instead of going for the pin a look of repulsion falls on his face as he lifts the Champion’s trunks and reaches inside. Robin looks a bit squeamish as Nathan removes the chain and key, holding it up for Orlando to see who anxiously motions for him to bring it over and unlock his hand. A very tired Creed stands and begins to move towards his partner only for Hurse to wrap his arms around his ankle, keeping him from going any further. Nathan turns and begins to deck Hurse in the face repeatedly, trying to free himself until Desolation bolts across the ring with a lariat directly into his opponent’s throat. The clothesline knocks Nathan to the canvas and causes him to drop the key to the canvas, Orlando shaking his head, unable to take anymore of this. He slips through the ropes and storms right towards Desolation with his hand still bound behind his back.
Douglas: It looks like Orlando has had enough!
Mayne: So much for all of Creed’s hard work in keeping his partner safe because Orlando is blatantly breaking the rules to go in there and get his ass hilariously kicked.
With his hand still chained behind his back, Orlando steps towards an unaware Desolation who turns to face him and receives a hard closed fist strike directly to the face. Referee Ingelson tries to intervene but can’t stop Orlando as he slugs his former mentor over and over again to the jaw with hard closed fists. Orlando lifts his palm and savors this moment before throwing another fist into the Dark Man’s face, taking him down to the canvas across his back. The one armed Orlando turns towards his other opposition, an angry World Champion charging in with a great burst of speed. That’s when Cruze ducks and buries his shoulder to Hurse’s ribs, throwing him up high into the air. Hurse flips over and comes crashing down spine first into the canvas, causing him to flop around on the ring in pain. Cruze turns to face the key only to have Hurse grab it off the canvas and roll across the ring, spilling under the ropes to the outside of the squared circle now, keeping Orlando from freeing himself. An enraged Orlando now turns towards Ingelson, who is demanding he vacate the ring as the Icon rolls his eyes and approaches Nathan, grabbing him by the wrist. Creed is still out of it after that vicious lariat from the Dark Man as he’s dragged towards his corner, Ingelson watching all of this in an exasperated manner.
Orlando slips through the ropes onto the apron, standing in his corner and pulling Creed within a few inches of it to allow himself to reach in and slap his hand, tagging himself into the match. The fans erupt into cheers as Orlando makes the official tag, sliding through the cables into the ring only to have Ingelson jump in his path, telling him what he did was illegal. As soon as both men start arguing Desolation rushes across the ring and delivers a big splash to Ingelson’s back, driving him into Orlando and forcing both men into the corner. Alex falls hard to the canvas while Orlando remains standing in the corner, his one good arm falling over the ropes to keep himself upright. That’s before Desolation begins to chop him repeatedly to the chest and deliver knees to his entirely exposed mid-section, causing him to double over in pain with each blow.
Dan: Desolation carelessly taking out Alex Ingelson in an attempt to get at Orlando Cruze.
Mayne: The referee’s should know by now to stay out of the way, in fact, I don’t know why these guys just don’t drive around in pope mobiles to prevent being innocent bystanders caught in the middle of this chaos.
Desolation now takes Orlando by the jaw, holding his head up and slapping him hard across the face. A large grin comes to Desolation’s sweaty face as he holds Cruze’s head up in order to stare into his eyes, making sure he can hear his words.
Desolation: Leave it to you Orlando to never cease to fail disappointing me.
The Icon’s eyes fill with renewed passion as he steps out of the corner and hurls a huge closed fist directly to the jaw of the Dark Man, causing him to stagger in reverse. Cruze steps out of the corner, revenge on his mind as he drills Desolation across the jaw once more, almost taking him down to the canvas as a result. On the outside of the ring Hurse has forced himself to his feet with the use of the apron for support while Nathan rolls under the ropes in an exasperated state and spots him. He now stands up on the apron with Hurse a few inches away, turning to face the Future who comes barreling forward. He dives off the apron and connects with a soaring headbunt of sorts directly to the World Champion, knocking him down to the mats and almost causing him to drop the key. Robin watches all of this with shock while in the ring Orlando jacks Desolation’s jaw with another closed fist, yet somehow he remains standing. Orlando backs up and gets a running start with a punch aimed at Desolation’s head only for him to duck it, getting behind Cruze. The Icon turns to face him as the Alpha Generation comes charging in, Orlando throwing a back elbow at his head with his free arm only for Desolation to duck it and then continue forward before diving through the ropes. He ducks his head and connects with a suicide pancha through the ropes directly into a standing Creed outside of the ring, knocking both men backwards into the nearby barricade. Desolation flips over into the sea of humanity who clear out of the way while screaming, Nathan spilling onto his back as a result.
Billy: OHHHH! That was Godly!
Douglas: Desolation with a suicide pancha into Nathan on the outside of the ring! This match has broken down into chaos with the referee now unconscious!
The fans are still screaming while Desolation stands up amongst the screaming crowd, turning to face Nathan who is utilizing the barricade to reach a standing base. As soon as he gets up, Desolation takes him around the neck and vertical suplexes him into the sea of screaming bystanders only for Creed to float over. He lands on his feet behind Desolation and wraps his arms around his waist, attempting to German suplex him onto the exposed concrete. The Dark Man back elbows him to the jaw, Nathan turning away as his opponent blasts him over the upper spine with a clubbing blow. Nathan turns and chops him hard to the sternum though as both men continue to fight through the sea of humanity, getting lost amongst the shuffle. All the while Orlando has reached through the ropes with his one free arm, taking Hurse by the hair and forcing him up to the apron as the Champion screams in terror, trying to get away. The key is still clutched in his hand, which is exactly what Orlando seems to be after before Hurse jumps into the air, taking him by the back of the head and pulling him down throat first into the top rope. Orlando bounces off and flies backwards, bumping into the official and taking him down as while he hitsthe ring with force and Hurse spills onto the outside mats feet first. A huge grin is present on his features as he holds the key up in his hand and backs towards the ramp, confident that he has Orlando exactly where he wants him, especially now that the official has been knocked on his ass and is grabbing at his face in pain. That’s when he’s grabbed by the shoulder and spun around to face none other than Killjoy who swings a vicious Singapore Cane shot directly into his forehead, the staff cracking as a result. The crowd reacts with amazement as Hurse tumbles onto his back, his Extinction opponent standing over the down World Heavyweight Champion. Robin is watching all of this with a dropped jaw, unsure what to think as the Master of the Mind Games reaches down and takes the key off the mats, showing no emotion all the while.
Douglas: Killjoy just came out of nowhere and laid Hurse out with that Singapore cane! He’s getting him some of the Champion yet again just a few weeks removed from their blockbuster tag match at Extinction.
Mayne: Dammit Ingelson, get up and disqualify Orlando and Nathan for cheating, regardless of rather they were in on this or not!
Douglas: I highly doubt they were given the issues between Orlando and Killjoy in the past.
Killjoy turns and glares straight into the face of the Black Widow, who is completely unsure of how to respond or what to do here. Instead of explaining his actions Killjoy moves towards the ring and throws the key into Orlando, who had just gotten to a kneeling base. The Icon also gives the Master of Mind Games an odd glare yet takes the key off the canvas, reaching behind his back and beginning to unshackle himself, Killjoy watching to make sure he does so. Unbeknownst to him, behind his back Robin is now standing, debating what she should do before she’s grabbed by the hair. Brooks begins to scream as she spins around and finds herself dragged into the shoulders of a deranged, still bleeding Psycho. Before Robin can fight free she finds herself being carried up the ramp on the shoulders of a shaking Psycho, kicking and screaming the entire way. Killjoy finally spins around and spots this, rushing up the ramp after his tag team partner at Extinction, carrying away his former love.
Douglas: Now Psycho has just carried Robin away! This tag team tournament match has been reduced to absolute chaos!
Mayne: Can this night getting anymore insane, and oh no, oh no, Orlando’s FREE!
Cruze has removed the cuffs from his wrist as a very groggy Hurse uses the apron to pull himself up to his feet, a far off distant glint in his eyes. He has absolutely no clue where he is as he rolls under the ropes into the ring on sheer instinct alone. Orlando finally spots him as an almost twisted grin comes to his face, throwing down the handcuffs then bending forward as he places his hands on his knees, waiting anxiously for the extremely dazed World Champion to turn around.
Billy: Oh no, stay down Hurse, stay down!!
Douglas: Get up Hurse, get up and turn around!
The crowd is buzzing as Hurse spins to face Orlando who steps forward and catches him across the chest, hoisting the World Champion into the air then planting him to the canvas with the Rock Bottom. Everyone in the building explodes into a wave of cheers, going absolutely nuts at the sight of Cruze finally hitting this move on the man who helped to screw him out of the World title so many months ago. Orlando hooks the Champion’s leg with the fans still screaming loudly. But there is no referee there to make the count, Ingelson is still holding his face and lying on his side while Cruze gets to a single knee, appearing stunned by this.
Douglas: Oh come on now, this is ridiculous, Orlando finally gets out of those handcuffs and plants Hurse to the canvas with the Rock Bottom and now the official has been knocked unconscious. This is absolutely repulsive in every imaginable form.
Mayne: Really? I’m actually quite grateful, and this would be nowhere near as repulsive as a leaked sex video featuring Danny Devito and Rhea Perlman.
Dan: As if I needed that image in my head right now.
A very tired Orlando stands up, almost losing his footing in the process and then staggering in the direction of the official. He grabs Ingelson by the shirt, lifting up on him only for the referee to become deadweight. He falls back to the canvas while Orlando nudges him with his foot, realizing that he is not getting up. That’s when he turns his attention towards a struggling Hurse and then to the clipboard bearing the petition, a slight smirk coming to his face as he realizes he has the perfect foreign weapon to use against the Champion. He almost looses his footing in the process but nevertheless grabs the petition off the canvas then shoots one arm up high into the air, getting the crowd rallied behind him, supporting he use of the object to bash Hurse’s skull in. The fans are still screaming their merry little heads off in appreciation over what they’re about to see when Orlando turns to gaze down at the battered World Champion. That’s when he receives a vicious lariat right across the throat, taking him down to the canvas with the crowd reacting in disgust at the sight of Adam Riddick now in the ring and Christian Savior entering as well.
Dan: Ah come on dammit, the Rogue Squadron is attacking Orlando Cruze right when it seemed that victory was well within his grasp. Hasn’t this man withstood enough tonight?
Mayne: Uhhh, considering it’s Orlando, nooo.
The fans are voicing their collective outrage as Riddick begins to stomp at Orlando in a begrudging manner, not liking what he’s being forced to do in the slightest yet doing it anyway at Savior’s behest. Hurse has rolled across the canvas to his elbows and knees, trying to force himself to his feet while Savior grabs Orlando around the neck, rolling him to a kneeling base. As soon as he does, Orlando throws a fist into his ribs, followed by another one, trying to fight back here against seemingly insurmountable odds. That’s before Riddick steps up behind him with a hard clubbing blow over his sweaty upper back, knocking Cruze down to all fours once again. Savior steps in and stomps Orlando to the top of the cranium before approaching the handcuffs that the Icon removed in order to get the advantage in this match. He lifts them into the air for the crowd to see, causing them to react in utter disdain then steps over Orlando’s back. He takes his arms and forces them behind his spine and then handcuffs his wrists together.
Douglas: Oh no, oh no, now Orlando Cruze is handcuffed once again.
Mayne: And there’s no Killjoy here to save his ass this time.
Savior and Riddick continue to deliver clubbing blows over his spine, raining down upon him with shot after shot while Hurse forces himself to a standing base, the World title belt being slid under the ring into his hands thanks to none other than Desolation who has just stepped over the barricade, coming back into the fray. He steps back with a big, cruel smirk on his face as he watches the Rogue Squadron graciously do his work for him. That’s when a very battered, brutalized Creed staggers into the barricade behind him, spilling over it onto the outside mats. His frame is aching from head to toe before he stands up and moves behind the unaware Desolation, clubbing him viciously over the upper back. Desolation bends forward as a result while Creed wraps his arms around his waist then drops back into a vicious German suplex. Desolation flies backwards and crashes with force against the mats spine first before rolling onto his side, Creed lying beside him in an exhausted state. Hurse has snatched the title off the canvas then turns to face the Rogue Squadron and Orlando, begging them to stand the Icon up. Although flustered to be working with him, Savior and Riddick each take one of Cruze’s arms and force him to his feet as Hurse charges forward and swings the World title belt directly into Orlando’s face. The gold cracks off his skull and sends him crashing to the canvas back first, everyone expressing their outrage as a result. Somehow a very battered Creed slides into the ring, going after his opponent, as soon as he stands up and rushes at Hurse he gets the World title belt cracked across his face as well. Creed is knocked onto his back while Hurse staggers forward into the turnbuckle, leaning on it for support and taking several deep breathes. Ingelson is still out cold while all of this is happening, Orlando’s skull having hit his face in a particularly nasty manner, rendering him completely unconscious. That’s when Desolation stands up on the outside of the ring, holding his spine then sliding into the ring across his stomach. He steps towards the down Nathan, hooking his legs around his own then grabbing him by the wrists before falling back first against the ropes. He connects with the Curb Stomp Alpha, really driving Nathan’s face into the ring with tremendous velocity. Nathan now convulses on the canvas while the Rogue Squadron continue to batter Cruze.
Mayne: Hahaha, it must be the national holiday of beat up Orlando and Creed!
Douglas: If this weren’t such a despicable display I’d point out how badly your slipping Billy.
Cruze is completely waylaid now, lying on the canvas with his eyes completely glazed over by that shot with the title belt to the cranium. Savior and Riddick continue to stomp away at him now while also reaching down and grabbing the petition, filled with thousands of signatures off the canvas. Christian steps over top of the handcuffed, defenseless Orlando and bends down so that they are eye to eye with one another.
Christian: You did all this yourself just out of respect for Too Magnificent? Well, it’s a damn shame that just like in the ring, all your hard work is going to be for nothing.
To the disgust of the fans Savior takes the papers bearing the many signatures and begins to rip them to shreds before Orlando’s glossy eyes. He throws them into the air and watches as they disperse and fly about like confetti in a parade.
Douglas: Oh come on, don’t do this, don’t jeopardize a man’s career over this petty vendetta!
Mayne: They’ve already done that with their constant beat downs of both Creed and now Cruze, hahahahaha. Emphasis on my diabolical laughter.
The signatures are ripped to shreds as Savior now takes a handful of wadded up paper and stuffs it into the mouth of the Icon, forcing him to gag on it as he tries to get up. Riddick now takes him by both arms and begins to force Orlando to a standing base while remaining behind his back. Although his hands are cuffed and he has no power to fight back, Riddick still pins his arms behind his back while Savior gets a running start then jumps into the air, catching Cruze around the neck and driving him face first into the canvas with the diamond cutter. Orlando’s features slam into both the ring and pieces of the petition dispersed all around it. His body now lies motionless on the canvas while Riddick stares down at him with a very intense gaze, Savior doing the same as he sits beside him. .
Mayne: When will Orlando Cruze learn to stop picking fights with the Rogue Squadron?
Douglas: He did no such thing! They jumped him in the ring again and beat him down while his hands were cuffed. I can’t wait till Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed get the Rogue Squadron in a steel cage match at Extinction. There’s no telling what kind of violence we’ll see between these two teams at the pay-per-view.
Riddick and Savior now stand tall over Orlando’s battered body as he lies on the canvas, gasping for air and spitting up chunks of his petition. That’s while Desolation rolls Creed onto his back then steps away, motioning for Hurse to pin him, the Champion looking around in shock. He now throws down his belt and quickly drops on top of Creed, hooking his leg and burying his forearm into Nathan’s throat. The Dark Man moves towards the referee, grabbing him by the shirt and shaking him violently before dragging him across the ring, dropping him beside the World Champion. The official is highly dazed yet is able to spot the pinfall being made, slowly lifting his hand into the air and slapping the canvas. All the while Savior stands over Orlando’s back, lifting up on his head and forcing his eyes open, making him watch as Creed is pinned.
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Everyone in the building reacts with vile disgust over the way this tag team tournament match has just ended, the Alpha Generation advancing thanks to the assistance of the Rogue Squadron. Hurse rises to his knee with tears of joy in his eyes while Desolation watches this, wearing a maniacal grin on his face, enjoying the way that he once again robbed Orlando Cruze of his dreams.
Douglas: What has happened here tonight? How can these guys get away with such highway robbery? The Alpha Generation and the Rogue Squadron is cahoots to once again take away Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze’s title aspirations.
Mayne: As if they were going to win the tag team tournament in the first place, the Alpha Generation were destined to emerge victorious tonight.
Hurse lifts his arms high into the air in victory as sweat cascades down his frame, Savior and Riddick watching this from the apron now. They point between themselves and the Alpha Generation, then motion towards their wastes that the tag titles will soon be there. All the while Desolation assists Hurse to his feet as both men glare down at their opponents and laugh their asses off over the way they just won this bout over their opponent’s misery. Orlando’s glossy eyes look up into the faces of the Alpha Generation, devoid of life, and all hope.
ON THE EDGE
Loud piercing screams cut through the still night air as a shocked, terrified Robin Brooks balances precariously on the outstretched palms of Psycho. She is hoisted up high above the head of the Sadistic Savage in a gorilla press, which is reason enough to make one fearful. However, what increases her horrid fear is the fact that Psycho is standing on the very edge of the arena roof, about to throw her over to the ground below, which is some several stories beneath them. To be thrown from the top of this structure would surely result in death, which seems to be Psycho’s intention, as his furious, smoldering eyes look downward from the edge of the building, contemplating what he is about to do.
Robin: Psycho please, please don’t do this! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! Is that what you want to hear!?!
Psycho doesn’t listen to a single solitary word that emanates from her mouth, still savoring this moment, still thinking about all that AWOL told him earlier in the evening, perhaps realizing this is the only way to get the monkey off his back. The more she begs the closer he steps to the edge of the roof, just moments away from throwing her down to the street below as sweat spills from Robin’s head. That’s when a loud commotion can be heard from behind Psycho, an all too familiar voice as Robin looks in his direction, Killjoy stepping onto the roof. He staggers across the surface and moves quickly in the direction of his tag team partner at Extinction, ironically against the individual who is being held above his head. Psycho barely turns to acknowledge him as he approaches, Killjoy holding his palms outward in a comforting manner.
Killjoy: Psycho! Don’t even think about it man, calm down for a moment, relax, think clearly here.
The more Killjoy tries to reason with him the more his resolve increases, finding himself relishing the thought of sending Brooks plummeting to her demise. Brooks remains silent, hoping that Killjoy will be able to reason with the man he’s been associated with for numerous years.
Killjoy: Don’t you remember what he talked about earlier? Don’t you remember what you promised?
Psycho: I can’t keep that promise, I have to do this.
His words come out bitterly and painfully, coming to the conclusion that he only has one option remaining if he wants to keep his job intact.
Killjoy: Bullshit, you don’t have to do anything, you can make up your own mind, everyone has choices you twisted son of a bitch.
Strangely Psycho finds his mind opening to Killjoy’s logic, trying to push aside the speech he heard from AWOL earlier in the evening.
Killjoy: You don’t have to listen to AWOL, you need to stop looking for his respect, for his appreciation before you spiral out of control. Ask yourself something, do you really want to be like him, a monster with no remorse, with no emotion, with no love or compassion? Your more than that Psycho, your not AWOL’s animal, you have a mind of your own, now start using it.
Psycho’s features tremble with rage and a mixture of emotions that are clouding his judgment, making him susceptible to Killjoy’s perils of wisdom.
Killjoy: You don’t want to do something that you’re going to regret for the rest of your life Psycho, and if you do, you don’t want to do it just on someone else’s account. I know Robin screwed you over at Born Again, but she’s not the culprit behind the attack. If you want revenge, I daresay Hurse should be where Robin is right now. So put her down Psycho, and let’s get revenge on the person really responsible for all this. Think Psycho, think!
Although shaking, Psycho seems to be listening as he finally lowers Robin down onto her feet at his side and continues to stand on the edge of the building. Killjoy steps towards her quickly and wraps his arm around Robin, dragging her back towards the building as she leans against his chest in a comforting manner. All the while Psycho remains with his back turned towards them, staring down off the edge of the building and shaking.
Psycho: AHHHHHHH!!!
His hands reach into his hair and rips follicles from his scalp while falling to his seat, his legs hanging over the edge of the building as blood streams down his twisted face.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
STORY TIME WITH SEAN JOHNSON
Sean Johnson:… So then I decided that I didn’t want the beef jerky because I was afraid I wouldn’t have enough money, which sucks since I so totally had a hankering for beef jerky at the time, and it was kind of my only reason for going to the store in the first place….
A prolonged yawn emanates from an increasingly bored River Angelus, who is seated in a chair in a backstage corridor while Logan stands at his side, becoming overly anxious the more he’s forced to hear Sean’s lengthy, uneventful tale. Of course Sean is blissfully ignorant of their agitation, or at the very least pretends to be as he sits on a chair across from both men, taking great pains to relate his emotional trials and tribulations as it relates to beef jerky. He turns away from them briefly while going on with the rest of his story, as if this portion pains him so much he can’t even look into either man’s eyes.
Johnson: I really wanted that beef jerky, but I needed the detergent more because people kept telling me that my clothes were getting stinky, as if you really need to wash them once a month. And then the cashier started getting an attitude with me because I was standing there holding up the line trying to debate between the jerky or the detergent, as if their jobs are so hard.
Seeing as Johnson’s back is aimed towards them, Logan turns and reaches down behind Angelus, grabbing hold of one of the already folded steel chairs. He lifts it into the air slowly with Angelus not noticing at first as the trembling Logan approaches Johnson, about to bash his skull in with the steel. River reaches up at the last second and grabs the chair out of his hands, shooting a scowl in his direction while Logan makes suicidal motions with his hands, implying he’ll have to kill himself if he listens to anymore of this highly generic story. River threatens to back hand him if he doesn’t stop complaining, Johnson carrying on with his harrowing tale.
Sean: Then I finally decided on the detergent, and right as I was about to give it to her, bam!
River and Logan perk up, Sean obviously getting to the big, epic climax that his story was building to. Finally it seems that the effort it took to listen will not be wasted.
Johnson: I remembered I had a coupon for the detergent! So guess what? I had enough to buy the jerky. It was like serendipity, or a miracle. So I went home, ate the jerky while sitting on my washer in my underpants and now I have clean clothes.
Sean pulls on the “Vote 4 River” shirt clinging to his body while Angelus slaps his palm over his face, becoming very irritated, even more so than aggravation shooting through his eyes, which he’s still trying to rub powder out of. Logan finds himself leaning against the wall in a trance like state, bordering on being awake and completely fainting due to sheer boredom. Sean does something that surprisingly perks him up a bit as he rises to his feet and slaps his palms together loudly.
Sean: Alright then boys, let’s go out there and put on a show shall we? I can’t wait to go out there with you Logan and help you against those little rascals known as the Second City Saints.
Logan’s jaw is hanging open as it takes him a few moments to realize that Johnson is implying that he wishes to accompany Shawn to the ring. This causes him immediate dismay.
Logan: Whoa, whoa, whoa, no need for all that.
Sean is overcome with bewilderment and slight dejection.
Johnson: What? You don’t want me to come to the ring with you? I thought we were best buds, I was going to invite you guys to a barbeque and everything.
Before Johnson can become sad Logan extends his palms outward, attempting to explain himself.
Shawn: No, no, of course not, it’s just that, it’s just that, ummm, River, help me out here.
River: Oh, um, uh, yeah, we don’t want you to like, overexert yourself or something. I mean, you already came to the ring with me earlier tonight, and you competed in a match. You’ve got to be exhausted after all that. So why don’t you sit back here, relax for a little bit and let Logan and I handle the Second City Saints?
For several moments Johnson remains quiet, both River and Logan standing on pins and needles, hoping that he bought their bullshit. Finally a chuckle emanates from Johnson, removing the tension from the air as he begins to wag his finger in the direction of his new best friends.
Sean: You guys, I knew you still cared.
Angelus: Hahahaha, well, you know us, we’re just a couple of caring bitches. If we didn’t have penises we’d have vaginas we care so much.
Johnson: Um, okay.
Although that last statement confused the hell out of him, it allows River and Logan some time to rise uninterrupted and start down the corridor towards the ring.
Logan: So we’re like going to go compete in the match now, but you make sure to stay back here and lend us all the support you can okay?
Johnson tilts his head and nods eagerly while River still rubs at his eyes and gives him a thumbs up. That’s before he turns and hits his mid-section into a stack of crates, still somewhat blinded by the dust in his eyes. He steps around them and follows his partner towards the ring while Johnson continues to watch both men very closely, a very devious smirk beginning to settle on his face.
Sean: Surrreee, I’ll do anything for my new best friends. Mwahahahaha.
He nods and laughs in a truly diabolical manner while observing Logan and Angelus on their way to the ring.
SETH REILEY VS. KELLY HART VS. SHAWN LOGAN
All goes dark in the building as a red light can be seen emanating from the entry way and stage, casting a crimson hue over the shadowy boundaries of the building. That’s when “Change” by Deftones hits the PA system and the crowd remains somewhat silent, unfamiliar with the figure emerging through the curtains, IWC new comer Seth Reiley. He stares back and forth with an ominous air surrounding him as he moves down the ramp and towards the ring. He slides in under the ropes then stands as the lights begin to return to normal, the fans applauding somewhat out of sheer confusion.
Douglas: Newcomer Seth Reiley making his IWC debut here tonight in this triple threat encounter, where we’ll really get to see what he’s made of even though he’s kind of caught in the middle of this feud between the Second City Saints and River Angelus and Shawn Logan.
Mayne: He should stand on the apron all day and let his opponents beat the shit out of each other, but since he’s a grown man with vampire fangs, I don’t think he’s intelligent enough to figure that out.
Douglas: Sometimes there’s more than meets the eye.
Billy: Didn’t Hasbro trademark that highly generic phrase and obligate Shia LeBouf to say it about a billion times?
”Push it to the Limit” now hits the PA system, causing the fans to jump to their feet, responding with a mixed response as through the curtains marches Kelly Hart being followed by Shannon Blaze, two men who’s hi-jinks have definitely been on display throughout the telecast. Instead of making their usual entrance the Second City Saints march down the ramp, Kelly holding a coin in one hand that he moves around, making it vanish behind his fingers while Shannon reaches behind his ear, finding it and putting it in his pocket so Hart can’t play with it anymore. Hart lowers his head and jumps onto the apron now, shooting one arm above his head as many of the fans cheer and others boo. He now slips through the ropes into the ring, beginning to hop in place. All the while Seth glares across the ring at him with his fangs stuck out over his bottom lip, making him all the more fearsome looking.
Douglas: We’ve certainly seen a lot of Kelly Hart and Shannon Blaze tonight, as the Second City Saints have been involved in several run ins with Sean Johnson, and his new friends of Angelus & Logan.
Mayne: They’ve been screwing with people all night long, I still want to know what kind of powder that was that Kelly threw in River’s eyes. It sure as hell wasn’t pixy dust, no matter how tiny this guy is.
Dan: Well it wasn’t drugs if that’s what your implying. This man is a magician, he works with a lot of unique stuff and uses it to obtain the advantage.
Billy: I’ve never seen a magician use dust, pigeons, rabbits, yes, dust, no!
Kelly steps back and forth while glaring at his opponent with no apprehension, Shannon clapping him on from the outside of the ring. The Thing I Hate by Stabbing Westward hits the PA system and leads to Shawn Logan emerging through the curtains with River Angelus at his side. Shawn stares back and forth with a twisted expression before his eyes cut to Kelly Hart in the ring and a goading Shannon Blaze at the end of the ramp. Without even thinking about it, Logan and Angelus rush down the ramp straight at the Second City Saints. Hart rolls under the ropes and rushes to his partner’s side as they begin to clash with Logan and Angelus at the end of the ramp. Those in the building start to put their hands together as these two stables collide with one another, fighting it out as they allow all the animosity between them to come full center.
Douglas: The Second City Saints battling it out with Angelus and Logan! These two teams have really grown to hate each other over the past few weeks, especially after the events of tonight.
Mayne: It’s about time Logan and Angelus got their hands on these stubby little bastards!
The brawl continues to ensue as Angelus and Shannon deck one another to their faces, Hart and Logan going at it as well. The official is motioning for something from the back while shouting down at Angelus and Shannon, informing them that they’re now barred from ringside. Security promptly rushes down the ramp, all of them dressed in full riot gear again as they begin to build a wall between Shannon and River, who are still trying to get at each other. A nightstick is placed under River’s chin as he’s pulled backwards up the ramp, Shannon being restrained but forced towards the backstage area as well.
Billy: Sallie and Krissie’s personal security force restoring some order out here, taking Angelus and Blaze away from ringside, although I’m sure the brawl will continue between them backstage.
Douglas: These guards have certainly had to earn their paycheck tonight, as they will in tonight’s main event, when 6 individuals with clear disdain for one another clash in the center of this ring.
River and Shannon are still trying to get at one another as they’re dragged to the back, leaving behind Kelly and Logan who are still exchanging blows with one another. That’s when Logan grabs Kelly by the throat, hoisting him off the mats and throwing him over the apron back first into the cables. He bounces off and lands on his feet right in front of Logan who takes him by the wrist and the back of his head, shoving him down into the barricade with a whipping motion. Kelly turns and slams against the barrier with tremendous force while Logan finally rolls into the ring at the behest of the official. As soon as he gets up Seth moves in with a jab to the side of his skull. The punch knocks Shawn to one knee while Reiley now backs up then rushes forward with boot straight to the side of Logan’s skull. He falls against the ropes for support while Seth grabs him around the neck, dragging him to his feet then backing him into a corner. The follower of vampirism is choking Logan out with both hands as the official steps in, starting a five count, reaching for before Seth backs away and begins to stomp Shawn repeatedly to the ribs. He goes for another kick only to have Shawn catch his foot and shove it down towards the canvas, causing Seth to spin about with his back aimed in Logan’s direction. Shawn bends forward, burying his shoulder into Seth’s back then hoisting him into the air and charging out of the corner. He drops Reiley down posterior first right on top of his knee, causing the big man to jump forward and shout in pain. He bends forward and rubs at his backside right as Shawn charges in, jumping into the air and taking him by the back of the head, dragging him down face first into the canvas with a big running bulldog. Seth rolls onto his back while Shawn crawls into the cover on him.
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Reiley shoots his shoulder off the canvas with a few seconds to spare as the large Logan rises to his feet somewhat sluggishly. His eyes then cut towards Kelly Hart who has sprung onto the top rope, flying off and then landing right on top of Shawn’s chest, taking him down to the canvas with a seated senton. Both men crash to the canvas with Kelly landing on top of Shawn’s chest but then rolling over backwards right over top of his opponent. Instinctively Shawn sits up as Kelly rolls between his legs and stands up, charging forward into a vicious shinning wizard directly to the face of his seated opponent. Logan is knocked onto his back while Kelly rolls away from him and right under the ropes. He stands up and approaches the turnbuckle, immediately making his way up it.
Douglas: Kelly going high risk and doing so quickly, he’s not holding anything back in this contest tonight.
Mayne: Of course not, ever since the Second City Saints debuted it’s been a game of one-upmanship between them and Logan & River, which is why Kelly is so intent on showing off.
Kelly reaches the top rope and turns to face Seth who is now standing and charging towards the small, nimble opponent. Hart is able to spot this out of the corner of his eye before he jumps from the top rope, soaring through the air and landing directly on top of Reiley’s shoulders. It appeared as if he was going for a hurricarana but Seth doesn’t let it happen, turning towards the laid out Logan and placing his hands to the back of Kelly’s thighs. He pushes him off of his shoulders into a moonsault, sending him crashing right on top of the laid out Logan and causing the crowd to have a loud mixed reaction. Kelly rolls off of Logan as Seth steps in and drops an elbow directly into Logan’s sternum. He rolls away from him onto his feet then steps in and delivers another elbow drop before standing and jumping into the air, extending his legs and dropping it right across Shawn’s throat. Logan’s body kicks up into the air while Reiley rolls onto his knees then rises to his feet, turning towards Kelly who has made his way to the ropes, utilizing them to stand up. With an intense glare, Seth charges in and lobs his foot directly at Kelly’s face only for his smaller opponent to drop out of the way. This causes Reiley’s leg to go over the top rope, wracking himself over the ropes then reaching for his testicles in tremendous pain. Kelly stands up at his side then turns towards Logan who comes barreling in with a boot of his own, this time Hart drops into a roll under it, avoiding the kick again. As a result Logan’s boot meets with the side of Seth’s face, knocking him over the ropes and onto the apron. Somehow Reiley has prevented himself from crashing to the mats, grabbing the ropes and dragging himself to his feet on the apron as Logan turns to face Kelly who rushes towards him. Shawn bends forward and catches Kelly’s thighs against his palms, throwing him over his head as Hart twists his body and connects with a dropkick right to Seth’s sternum. The kick knocks Reiley off the apron and sends him crashing to the outside mats while Kelly lands on his side.
He turns onto his elbows and knees as Shawn steps towards only to have Hart crawl through his legs then stand up behind him. Kelly now rushes into the ropes behind Logan, bouncing off the cables and building momentum as he charges at his opponent who turns around in the nick of time to lay him out with a vicious boot right to the face. The magician is sent almost into a backwards flip as the crowd groans over the way his skull hits the canvas, causing him to flop around in pain.
Mayne: Hahahaha, I’m sorry, I’m trying not to laugh, but sometimes, especially when watching little guys almost getting their heads taken off with a size fifteen boot, it’s just a little hard to refrain from letting out a diabolical chuckle.
Douglas: Your laughter is more reminiscent of a twelve year old girl than being diabolical Billy, and the way that Kelly’s face connected with that boot is far from being funny.
Mayne: Says you, I’m sure it will be all over youtube by the morning.
Seth is rolling back into the ring behind Logan’s back as he reaches down and wraps his arms around Kelly’s legs, hoisting them under his armpits. Logan now drops back, catapulting Hart through the air, right into the wide arms of Seth who has caught him out of nowhere. With his back aimed towards the ropes, Reiley drops in reverse, belly to belly suplexing Kelly over the cables, sending him crashing hard to the outside mats. The fans react with shock over the way that Kelly’s frame connected with the mats while Seth stands up and steps forward, right into Logan who meets him under the jaw with a hard closed fist. Seth is staggered while Logan steps in and hits him to the top of the head with an elbow strike. Finally Reiley falls back first against the corner while Shawn rushes in and splashes him with all his girth against the corner. Seth’s arms fall over the ropes while Logan steps back then rushes forward, lifting his boot and driving it directly into the fangs of his opponent. Shawn’s leg goes over the top rope in the process while Reiley tumbles onto his posterior. Logan pulls his leg back into the ring then steps slowly away from the seated Reiley before slapping his chest and shaking his head generically, as if firing himself up. He now rushes across the ring and turns, driving his posterior directly into the seated Seth’s face, possibly cracking a fang upon impact. Reiley rolls out of the turnbuckle with his hands over his face, ending up on his back while Logan steps over him into the corner. He steps up onto the second rope and begins to bounce up and down slowly before kicking his legs into the air and holding onto the top cable. The crowd screams as he comes down at Reiley for a big Vader bomb style splash only to have Seth get his knees up into his opponent’s sternum. Shawn stands up and crosses his arms over his chest while Seth rolls way from him into the turnbuckle.
Reiley pulls himself up onto the turnbuckle backwards, getting to the second rope then diving off into a huge shoulder block directly to Shawn’s chest, taking him down hard to the canvas. Reiley lands on his knees at his side then quickly rises to his feet, turning towards the ropes where Kelly has once again sprung to the top rope. He flies off as if going for a seated senton only to have Seth duck forward unlike Shawn, to prevent being hit with the move. Instead Kelly twists his body to flip over top of Reiley and wrap his arms around his waist, trying to pull him down into a sunset flip. Reiley flails his arms, attempting to fight it, trying to prevent being taken over before he reaches down and through his legs, wrapping his hands around Kelly’s throat. He dead-lifts Kelly straight from the canvas, throwing him up high into the air when Hart turns his body and dropkicks Reiley directly to the sternum. Seth is sent staggering backwards into the ropes, spilling through them onto the apron.
Douglas: What action here in this triple threat thus far Billy, all three of these men really showing that they want this win.
Mayne: That’s because they all need it, otherwise it’s back to jobberville for them. You know, jobberville, it’s right next to whoville, just without all the funny noses.
The quick Kelly rises slowly to his feet and turns towards Logan who has just reached a standing base as well. Kelly charges at him and then jumps into the air, landing directly on top of Shawn’s shoulders for a hurricarana only to have it meet with disastrous consequences. Instead of being able to hit it Logan pushes up on the back of his thighs and transitions his body to catch Kelly in a fireman’s carry. He turns his side towards the ropes where Seth is standing up on the opposite side of the then tries to give Kelly a Death Valley driver into Reiley. To everyone’s shock though, Kelly lands on top of Seth’s shoulders and swings around, pulling him off the apron with a hurricarana. Those packed into the building go nuts over this aerial display while Seth is flipped off the apron and sent crashing onto his back across the mats, Hart landing beside him.
Mayne: That was rather acrobatic.
Douglas: You better believe it was, Kelly showing that he has just ungodly agility by pulling off that counter.
Shawn turns away from his opponents now with a smirk on his face, feeling confident in his abilities and what he just into action. That’s before his eyes shift to the entry way where Sean Johnson is now standing, making his way down the ramp and waving in the direction of his new best friend. Logan’s face immediately clouds with dismay as he steps towards the ropes and begins to shout at Johnson to go backstage right now. Sean won’t listen and insists that he’s here to be Logan’s emotional support, which seems to be driving the in ring competitor crazy.
Mayne: Sean Johnson coming out here again? Let’s hope he remembered how to tie his shoes before he came to the ring this time.
Dan: I guess he forgot about being told to stay backstage, feeling that since River isn’t here that Logan needs someone in his corner.
Sean is giving Logan two big thumbs up before turning towards the crowd, clapping his hands together rhythmically as he tries to get a chant going.
Sean: Let’s go Logan, let’s go, yay, yay! Let’s go Logan, let’s go, yay, yay!
Barely anyone is joining in on the chant as Logan demands Johnson just go backstage already, informing him that he doesn’t need any type of support in this match as he’s clearly got everything well within control. Unfortunately for him he doesn’t realize that Kelly has entered the ring behind him, stepping in then jumping into the air and twisting his body. He wraps his arms around Logan’s waist, pulling him over in reverse into a sunset flip variation.
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A huge reaction goes up from the fans at the sight of Kelly Hart picking up a win on Newman out of nowhere. He rolls over onto his knees with his shocked eyes darting back and forth, incapable of understanding how this just happened while Sean Johnson slaps his hands over his face, shrugging his shoulders yet again. All the while Kelly rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, backing away from it with a huge smile plastered on his features. He points towards Logan, who has risen to his knees and is now punching at the canvas in absolute rage.
Dan: Kelly Hart has done it, he’s just pinned this giant of a man Shawn Logan!
Mayne: He caught him completely out of nowhere, that cheeky little bastard.
Douglas: Going continental with your insults now are we?
Billy: Talking like I’m British drives the girls crazy.
Dan: No, it’s the pimples on your face that drive them to insanity Billy.
Hart moves around the ring, right past Sean Johnson who has his back turned towards him, slamming the side of his fist against the steel steps in a melodramatic manner. Hart eyes him oddly but backs up the ramp nevertheless, unaware that Seth Reiley is following him with his eyes while he rests on one knee. Logan stands up in the ring, absolutely loosing it after his loss while Johnson rolls into the ring and approaches him, extending his arms out to his sides for a reassuring hug. Before he can give one to Logan, Shawn buries his palm against his chest, holding him at bay and shaking a finger in his face. All the while Kelly Hart is backing up the ramp and magically making flowers appear in the palms of his hands, tossing them to some rather attractive female fans, who are giddy to catch them.
Dan: Hart celebrating a big win tonight, as the Second City Saints redeem themselves after Shannon’s loss earlier in the night. Are these guys going to continue to be successful here in the IWC though?
Mayne: If not I’ll gladly employ Kelly to perform at my kid’s birthday parties.
Douglas: You don’t have any kids.
Billy: Okay, to perform me then, I’m a sucker for magic. Which is why I’m such a fan of Chris Tucker, for him to be so successful he’s had to employ the craft of magic.
MIND OF MAGNIFICO
As racial epitaphs spoken in a satirical manner emanate from the television screen, being provided by on air personality Carlos Mencia, El Magnifico listens carefully. He is still sweaty from his encounter with River Angelus earlier in the night, yet he’s not too tired to take notes, correlating around apparently learning all about his nationality, their customs and their history and such, with Carlos Mencia being his instructor. The eraser of a pencil taps against his lips while observing the comedian’s sketch comedy show, scribbling notes into a pad of paper placed on his lap, just like earlier when his cultural learning was cut short by Max POWER. This time he appears undeterred, focused on the task at hand, which only means one thing, another interruption must be just over the horizon. That proves to be the case as a hand slaps with force upon El Mag’s shoulder, startling him slightly as his pencil goes flying off screen and his eyes transition to the grizzled face of Jon Rich. A huge reaction commences amongst those in the arena at the sight of the former NHB Champion, as he bends forward slowly at El Magnifico’s side.
El Magnifico: Hola, me llamo El Magnifico. Como estas beaner?
Jon is about to respond before he realizes what El Magnifico just said then turns towards the television screen where Mencia is given a long controversial rant on a midget of Spanish origin wearing cowboy boots. This spawns Rich to grab the remote off of El Magnifico’s lap and turn the power off on the television.
El Magnifico: HEY! What the hell are you doing? Oh wait…
El Magnifico’s eyes cut back and forth beneath his mask, while lifting his hand towards the lips, as if he just made a verbal boo boo.
El Magnifico: I mean, me llamo El Magnifico!
He places one fist to his hip and raises his other hand into the air, his finger erected towards the heavens. Jon displays no emotion while batting his eyes apathetically.
Jon: Congratulations, but I don’t care about that right now. All I came back here to do was ask you rather your willing to drop this act for a moment and help me get a little bit of payback on the Alpha Generation?
El Magnifico stares into Jon’s face for several moments, contemplating his response, momentarily frozen for a reply. That’s when a very msichevious smile can be seen forming under his mask, on the portion slit to reveal his upturned lips.
El Magnifico: Si, mi amigo, si.
Jon nods and smirks slightly as well before beginning to whisper something into El Magnifico’s ear, explaining his oh so brilliant plot. Chuckles emanate from El Magnifico in the process, enjoying what he is hearing, almost getting giddy at the prospect.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
GO TO A GOOD WRESTLING SCHOOL, BEFORE YOU KILL YOURSELF WITH A TABLE
WHERE’S THE BEEF?
A huge ovation goes up at the sight of former World Heavyweight Champion Silencer standing at the forefront of the camera, his eyes glaring forward without so much as a blink. The camera pulls out slowly to reveal backstage correspondent Susie Moore standing directly at his side, clutching a microphone tightly and holding it up to her lips. All the while the standard IWC symbol is built into the wall behind them, but Silencer could care less where he is, all that’s on his mind is providing a rant, getting something off his chest that isn’t a tight fitting braw, which Susie is obviously not wearing.
Susie: Howdy IWC fanbase, this is Susie Moore. I don’t know why I have to keep reminding you who I am, but it’s what the cue cards tell me to do so I just keep reading them to keep from getting in trouble. Although I’m not reading them now…
Suddenly she stomps her foot and begins to nervously bite at her nail.
Moore: Man, I did it again didn’t I? You people behind the camera should know by now how hard it is for me to keep reading things, I can’t even make it through a Where’s Waldo book.
Susie’s eyes find their way towards the camera, as if someone behind it is drawing her attention to the lens. She now appears to be like a dear caught in the headlights, her lips trembling.
Susie: I really hope none of this is going out live right now.
Having suffered too much Silencer snatches the microphone straight out of Susie’s hand and scowls somewhat threateningly in her direction. She takes a step back, not arguing with him in the slightest as Silencer’s eyes slowly turn towards the camera, knowing full well that all those watching around the world will hear everything that his weighing heavily on his shoulders.
Silencer: Das Ungeheuer, Kale Ericsson, David Miller, whatever the fuck you call yourself, ever since I stepped foot back in this ring you’ve gotten a bug up your ass, which isn’t too strange for you, since I’m sure your more than use to having multiple things rammed up your rectum. But you’ve made your hate for me abundantly clear, just like last week, let’s remind the fans what transpired on the last Riot! shall we?
His finger adjusts to aim directly at the small monitor that is built into the wall of the interview set. Static momentarily plays on the screen before cutting to images of the match between Miller and Silencer from last week. Shots are shown of David deliberately throwing closed fists into Silencer’s face repeatedly and viciously, busting his mouth open. Another clip features him throwing the referee out of his way, which gets him disqualified before the violence between himself and Silencer continues. Security is now featured restraining both men, trying to keep them away from another after their violent encounter. The camera pulls away from the monitor and adjusts on Silencer, who is clutching the microphone tighter than ever after being forced to relive the images of that grueling encounter.
Silencer: I think those scenes clearly displays that you have a bit of animosity directed at everyone’s favorite foul mouthed former World Champion, Silencer. I don’t have a problem with that Kale, Das, David, no, no, I’m use to people trying to use me as a punching bag. I know I’m not the most well liked individual on the roster, and I have far more enemies than friends. So if you want to jump on the “we hate Silencer” bandwagon, feel free to, but rest assure you won’t be getting over on my expense. Like I said though, your hatred doesn’t distress me, what I’m confused about is your motive. Why do you hate me so much David? Did your mommy refuse to buy you that expensive Silencer action figure when you were a kid, or thirty years old, since you probably still do play with dolls and live with your mother? Did you learn to despise me because I was getting more recognition in wrestling, and nobody was talking about your pathetic MMA career? If you want to rip my larynx out, break my bones, urinate on my ripped tissue, that’s fine, but I would like you to have the balls to explain why your doing it.
The camera zooms in closer on Silencer’s face, mostly because he’s stepping towards it, ensuring that his eyes can be seen clearer than ever.
Silencer: I’m willing to bleed, I’m willing to suffer, I’m willing to have my life fucked six ways from Sunday, mostly because I’ve got nothing better to do, but call me crazy, I need to know what I’m bleeding for, why I’m hurting, why I’m pissing blood stained urine. But oh well….
Silencer steps back away from the camera.
Silencer: I guess we won’t get answers tonight, seeing as we’ll both be a little more predisposed with beating the hell out of each other. But before we do step into the ring at Extinction, I want an explanation, I want you to stand in the ring with me face to face, and I want the mysterious animosity to come to an end. You want me in the ring then you give me a reason.
Silencer throws down the microphone and storms off camera as the lens glares forward, revealing a confused Susie Moore hanging around in the background.
Susie: Why won’t anyone let me finish an interview? I had smart questions this time, really, I did!
DAVID MILLER & AURORA ROSE & PAT EVANS VS.
SILENCER & AXL EVERMORE & CHAPEL
Announcer:“Ladies and Gentlemen, allow me to introduce the fighter now ready to make his way down to this very ring. This man is a renowned technician, and mixed martial arts fighter with a professional record reaching into the hundreds. Hailing from the sun-baked shores of Southern California, and fighting out of the city of Anaheim...Standing six feet tall, and weighing in tonight at two-hundred and twenty-six pounds…DAVID…MILLER!”
Even before the voice of the announcer can fade away, the lights of the arena fall low, plunging the building, and all those inside it, into the depths of darkness, leaving the endless shadows to be broken only by the random flash of a camera amongst the seats, while anxious cries from the crowd echo through the air. Seconds pass, until the odd sound of synthesized notes begins to dribble through the speakers, drawing the blinded fans to their feet at the familiar music, the camera flashes growing in number as everyone turns their attention to the stage, where a single light has come to life at the back of the entranceway, silhouetting a single figure now standing at the center of the stage. Even without the lights to see, the crowd responds with an instant uproar, knowing full well who has appeared. Over the speakers, the music continues to grow more pronounced, picking up in both pace as well as rhythm, until a single electric guitar churns in from the background, leading the song into a thunderous crescendo that triggers the lights into an explosive return, sending brilliant flashes of light dancing around the arena, dazzling strobes and the lancing beams of blue-tinted spotters sweep through the fans, inciting them into an even more riotous frenzy. Still motionless at the center of the stage, Miller calmly lifts his head as the lights return, and begins a stoic, but purposed walk down to the ring, his arms extending almost casually in order to except the palm-slaps and high-fives from the fans at ringside. Once at the bottom of the ramp, Miller breaks into a dead run, before making a diving leap between the middle- and bottom-ropes, tucking himself into a perfect somersault that brings him right back up to his feet in the center of the ring, the momentum forcing the hood of his sweat-jacket to fall back, revealing the intense, focused set of his eyes and face as he turns a slow circle, and gazes out over the now screaming capacity crowd. Stretching his arms out to his sides, and raising them high over his head, Miller taunts the frantic masses, before swiftly whipping off his jacket, and hurling it over the ropes to one of the outside crew members, while he, himself, walks over to the nearest corner and backs up against the post, gripping the top rope in both hands in order to lean back and forth, stretching out a bit.
Douglas: The time has come for our big, blockbuster 6 person tag team main event Billy, and this participant was just being referenced backstage by Silencer which might not have been the best course of action.
Mayne: Of course, I certainly wouldn’t want to piss off David Miller before I was going to step into the ring with him. Especially given how much animosity he already has for Silencer.
Dan: I think it was fair for Silencer to ask for an explanation, but he’s certainly not going to receive it tonight.
Billy: The only thing he’ll receive tonight is a fist down his throat, which thankfully should shut him up long enough to get a thought across.
“Outsider” plays throughout the arena. 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, Aurora Rose emerging at his side. The crowd boos at the sight of the Submission Champion and the woman who’s mind he’s certainly been manipulating over the past few weeks, as they make their way down the ramp, 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 after briefly displaying his Submission title, rubbing it in the faces of the fans. Aurora keeps her head lowered as she makes her way up the steps, unsure of how to act or behave towards her loyal fanbase. Pat takes off his black trenchcoat, placing it on the top rope in the far corner before pacing the ring as his music fades out. Aurora resting against the corner and cautiously glancing at an emotionless Miller, who is giving her the look of death.
Douglas: And here is an odder couple than Walter Matheau and Jack Lemon. You saw earlier how Pat Evans is trying to mold Aurora to think like him and sadly, I believe it’s starting to work, as we’ve seen a definite change in Rose over the past few weeks. Which culminated to her actually accepting help against Jon Rich last week.
Mayne: It’s about time she woke up and realized it was high time for a change. She’s been suffering for months trying to play goodie two shoes, but now Pat is awakening the darkness hidden deep with her, and I like it.
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 Cartel title belt glistening over his shoulder.. 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. The referee backs Miller, Evans and Aurora away, Chapel surprisingly not going straight after Evans and unleashing his violent fetish on the man who screwed him out of the World title at Breathless. 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 then tosses the Cartel title to the referee.
Mayne: If I were Chapel I’d run for the hills right now, there’s no other way he’s going to prevent getting seriously hurt, especially when you have two of the most dangerous Submission experts on the other side of the ring, including a man with a clear hatred for the War Angel.
Douglas: The issues between Chapel and Evans have become crystal clear over the past couple weeks and really intensified after Pat screwed the War Angel out of the title. But tonight, and at Extinction the King of Monsters will finally get a measure of revenge.
Billy: Ha, or so you think.
Chapel scowls in the direction of Evans, who doesn’t look fearful in the slightest. That’s when….
"Go Ahead... Silence Me..."
The words echo throughout the arena, as the lights slowly fade out, replaced by a dull red. The fans grow restless, as the video screen flickers to life. The video screen shows Orlando Cruze against Silencer for the world championship, when all of a sudden, Silencer hits 'Break the Silence' on Orlando, and the words "SILENCED" appear across the video screen. Several others follow, such as Nathan Creed, Desolation, and Killjoy.
Finally, music starts to play, as the lights start to flicker. A single flame lights up on the ramp. It starts to pulse along with the beat of the music, until the music picks up, and then the flame explodes, quickly dying down, and leaving Silencer standing alone on the stage, covered in black and white tights, along with facepaint. He looks around at the crowd, with a half smile on his face, before bowing his head, and slowly walking toward the ring. He stops every so often to bask in the cheers of the fans, and smiles at the people holding his signs.
He reaches the ring, and closes his eyes, before breathing deeply... He sways his head back and fourth a little, getting himself psyched up a little in his mind, and then climbs into the ring. When in the ring, he spins in a circle, looking at the fans around him before shaking his head. He stops dead in his tracks, and lowers himself to his knees in the middle of the ring, before crossing his arms over his chest, and emitting a scream from his painted lips... He falls forward, as the lights turn back to normal, however, this is short lived, as a loud explosion emits from the rafters, followed by a deep-red pyro showering down upon the ring, bathing Silencer, and the ring in a blood-red glow. Silencer stands, and walks to his corner, looking at the fans, uninterested by the rest going on around him. Miller has his eyes locked on Silencer, eager to get his hands on him as well, yet chooses to obey the referee’s rules for the time being.
Mayne: Just look at Miller, he can’t wait to brutalize Silencer, he’s almost salivating at the thought of it, more than I salivate when I think about cheese.
Douglas: I was wondering why you had a hundred individual slices of cheese under the announce table Billy, but what’s important here isn’t your poor eating habits, it’s the action your going to see from Silencer, as he clashes with the man he had a violent brawl with last week.
Billy: And the violence is only going to increase tonight.
A booming voice sounds over the PA, with one of those swooshing sound effects that build to a crescendo.
"You know who I AM, where I've BEEN, where I'm GOING, how I'll GET there...and all that's left is to tell you's that I'm finally HERE!"
The feed fades to the Tron video, and as the lead singer for Drowning Pool screams the opening "1, 2, 3, STEP UP!!" to their song "Step Up", a name is spelled out on the black video background in bold red Sofachrome font letters: Axl Evermore. In between some of the letters, a split-second of classic Evermore-in-action impact clips are shown. It fades to a front view of the stage, with Evermore looking down on one knee, arms outstretched like he just landed from a jump. Sallie Roma, his wife, stands right behind him, her body looking like a well-proportioned X with her arms raised out and her head raised towards the heavens. He stands up, as she sidesteps him in a graceful spin to kneel in front of him, and he RVD's a thumbs pose as she does the same, looking up at him.
He looks downwards at her, mouths some instructions, and they head to the ring with stern focus and an energetic gait. He jumps and dives through between the middle and bottom ropes, tumbling forth into a hop, into a standing position at the center of the ring, while Sallie gracefully jogs around to her position in the support corner. He climbs a corner and thrusts his arms out like Bret Hart, shouting "King of Submission!" towards no one in particular. He hops down from the corner, takes his jacket and shades off, handing them over the ropes down to Sallie, then takes his bandanna off and throws it into the audience. Axl then stands at the ready, alternating between hopping place and standing in a crouch. All the while his eyes are focused on Pat Evans and Aurora Rose, even as Silencer whispers something to him, Evermore fails to remove his eyes from his opponents.
Dan: As if the personal issues in this match couldn’t get any bigger, we also have Axl Evermore teaming with the very man he’ll face for the Cartel title in Chapel, to take on his other opponent at the pay-per-view, Pat Evans.
Mayne: And after the incident earlier in the night, I’, beginning to think that the chances of Evermore and Chapel working as a team are pretty slim.
Douglas: You might be right unfortunately, but hopefully they can forget their animosity for one another and concentrate on winning this match tonight.
The crowd is on its feet, pumped and exhilarated for the next contest, which should be a tremendous blend of numerous wrestling styles, between a lot of people who have utter disdain for one another. As the bell rings the majority of those in this match vacate the ring, yet David Miller refuses even as Pat turns towards him, requesting he start this match against Axl Evermore who was persistent enough to get his way. David shows no emotion, he doesn’t even look towards Evans who just shrugs his shoulders and blows Miller off, vacating the ring, deciding that he can start the match for their team. The bell sounds in the background as Miller steps out of the corner slowly, Evermore doing so as well but with a little more pep in his step. He turns back towards Chapel who doesn’t appear impressed or amused in the slightest, Silencer just anxiously waiting Miller, examining his every movement for an exploitable weakness. Axl stares into the blank, dead eyes of Miller as the bell continues to chime in the background, officially starting the match. Both men almost immediately step in and lock their arms around one another, finding themselves in a very quick collar elbow.
Almost immediately Axl swings around under one of Miller’s arms and then spins towards him, bending it over backwards into a top wrist lock of sorts. David twists with his frame however, turning to face Evermore’s side and swinging under his arm in the process, transitioning fluidly into a twisting wrist lock. Axl stomps his foot while David lifts his elbow and drives it down brutally into the back of Axl’s bicep then pulls on his wrist so that he comes charging shoulder first into his ample chest. The collision of shoulder with chest sends Evermore spilling onto his back with Miller promptly dropping to a knee at his side, bending his arm over backwards into his own top wrist lock submission. Evermore stomps the back of his heels against the canvas, distressed to be caught in this hold so quickly.
Douglas: As you can see this match is starting out like a game of chess between Axl Evermore and David Miller. Both these men are so technically versed, masters of submission.
Mayne: Ahem, there’s only one true king of submission, and it’s the man wearing the Submission Championship in Pat Evans. Besides, I don’t think either Evermore or Miller truly know how to play chess, at least not as expertly as I do. You know, I have beaten my grandfather several times, and he’s a chess master.
Dan: Billy, your grandfather has been dead for like twenty years.
Billy: Which is how I beat him so easily.
Evermore remains on his back with Miller twisting his arm over backwards, now making sure to keep it in that position as he takes his hands away from it. He immediately jumps into the air and stomps down at the back of Evermore’s elbow, driving his arm violently into the canvas while it was still trapped in the top wrist lock position. As a result Axl sits up, reaching for his arm and wincing in pain before Miller drops down behind him, grabbing hold of his arm and extending it out to his side. He applies a standard, but still excruciatingly painful arm bar submission while Axl is still seated on the canvas in front of him. David immediately shoots a glare in Silencer’s direction while maintaining the armlock, the former World Champion not frightened by the deranged glare he’s receiving at all. Axl now begins to force himself up while David momentarily distracted himself, the Fully Loaded representative rising to his feet and causing Miller to change the submission into a quick arm ringer. He drags down on the arm with all his strength and causes Evermore to bend over in pain as a result, Miller really twisting at the arm as a result. That’s when Axl rushes forward at a nearby set of ropes, jumping into the air and extending his legs as he falls down on the top cable across the back of his knees. This sends him into a backwards flip, but instead of going over onto his feet he comes crashing down towards the canvas head first. This causes Miller to break his submission but allows Axl to turn in the nick of time to lock his arms around Miller’s ankle, twisting his body and causing David to come crashing down over top of him chest firs. Axl gets to his knees and then dives over top of David, landing on his seat directly at the MMA Messiah’s side and taking him by the arm, establishing the always effective fujiwara.
Douglas: What a counter right into the fujiwara by Evermore both of these men really working over one another’s arms in the early goings of this contest.
Mayne: They’re trying to outdo each other, which makes things more competitive I guess.
David is getting mildly flustered the long he’s forced to stay down the canvas with Evermore remaining seated at his side, still establishing the fujiwara with all the strength he can muster from his previously targeted arm. Suddenly Miller turns with his body, reaching up with his legs and wrapping them around one of Evermore’s shoulders, pulling his arm off the fujiwara and rolling him over onto the back of his neck into a crucifix style pin.
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Axl kicks out, forced to break his submission entirely while David stands up at his side, swinging around under the arm as he establishes the arm ringer submission once again. There are actually a few claps at the sight of all these clever reversals between both men as Evermore rises to his knees, finding himself in some pain the longer he’s forced to endure this submission. Almost immediately Axl ducks his head though and rolls across the canvas right onto his feet, turning to face David who is still holding onto the arm ringer as best he can. Axl now twists his body around under his own arm and turns to face Miller once again, pulling him forward as David tries to hold onto his wrist and dragging him into his shoulders. He fireman carries Miller over only to have David show his shocking agility by flipping forward out of it right onto his feet. He spins around to face Evermore and immediately wraps his arms around his neck, applying a quick side-headlock submission that causes the crowd to begin booing.
This predicament doesn’t last long though as Evermore reaches up and hooks his arm around David’s inner thigh, dropping backwards out of the side headlock. In the process he drags the MMA Messiah down into a school boy, which Miller immediately rolls backwards out, exactly as Evermore had planned. This allows him to transition out of the school boy straight into the fujiwara submission once again, Miller finding himself kneeling and growing mildly agitated. Axl is really ripping the shoulder of his opponent from the socket before David tucks his head and drops into a forward roll, ending up on his back as a result. Axl still has hold of his arm though, just doesn’t have it in the fujiwara position when David rolls backwards slightly, shooting his knee upward directly into the side of Evermore’s skull. The knee shot causes Axl’s grasp on the arm to weaken before Miller rolls back into another lethal knee to the side of his opposition’s cranium. Evermore is forced to break the fujiwara as he rolls over sideways onto his elbows and knees, reaching for the side of his battered skull. As soon as he gets to a kneeling base, David gets to his feet and steps forward into a sickening upward kick directly into his sternum. The stiff impact echoes throughout the arena and sends Evermore falling backwards into the cables, using them for support as he refuses to be taken down. Miller steps in and begins to drill him to the side of the face with hard forearm strikes before turning and rushing right at Silencer, hitting him to the face with one of those elbows. Silencer is taken off the apron and sent landing on the mats feet first, immediately trying to enter the ring as Miller backs up, sticking his arms out to his sides, provoking the man he has a clear disdain for to enter the ring.
Douglas: Miller unable to keep his hands off of Silencer. What the hell is the beef between these two?
Mayne: Maybe David takes offense to hearing the word “fuck” every twenty second. Although I do like that word, if used in the proper context.
Dan: I don’t think you’ve ever heard that word used in the context your referring to.
Silencer jumps back onto the apron, grabbing his jaw and then extending his arm over the cables, demanding a tag into this match. Since Axl is trying to be a team player he slaps Silencer’s hand while still holding his chest, David smirking only so slightly as he realizes the individual he wants to get his hands on is about to enter the ring. Silencer wastes no time, slipping through the cables and charging straight at David, jumping into the air and meeting him with a forearm to the side of the face. David steps in and delivers a knee into Silencer’s gut before beginning to drill him to the features repeatedly with closed fists. The blows stagger Silencer before he turns and delivers a stiff chop right to David’s sternum, causing Miller to wince slightly. With another serverly stiff chop David is knocked backwards from Silencer. The former Champion connects with a third, blistering knife edge that should be welting up Miller’s sternum by now before he spins around and delivers a back first right to the side of his opponent’s head. Silencer is almost sent crashing to the canvas, his legs almost cutting out beneath him as he shakes his head after that deadly spinning back first.
Somehow he plants his feet to the canvas while David steps in and swings at his opponent’s face with a kick that would surely take his head off. Responding quickly Silencer ducks it though and then dives forward with his forehead into his lower back, causing David to arch his spine and stagger forward. He responds by turning around quickly, charging at Silencer who catches him out of nowhere with a hip toss while going over into a cartwheel himself, landing beside his now seated rival and then charging at him for something big while he is prone. David drops into a roll towards Silencer who is forced to jump over him, tucking his head and rolling forward across the canvas then turning in the direction of Miller who has risen to his feet with great speed. Silencer charges at him and then drops down into a baseball slide between Miller’s legs, standing up behind him and then jumping into the air. He lands on top of David’s shoulders shins first and then falling forward, throwing Miller into the air and sending him flying across the ring chest first into his corner with a head scissors. That’s when Aurora reaches over the cables, slapping Miller’s shoulder, tagging herself in and glaring at Pat all the while.
Aurora: Time to do something on my own.
Evans tilts his head and nods it while Rose turns towards the slowly rising Silencer, rushing at him quickly. As soon as she does Silencer springs into the air and meets her with a lethal dropkick that sends her crashing to the canvas.
Douglas: Aurora making the blind tag and then walking right into that dropkick, trying to prove something to Evans apparently.
Mayne: I don’t know how what she’s trying to show when she runs right into that dropkick, how embarrassing.
Douglas: Billy, I’ve seen you walk into the same glass door a thousand times before.
Billy: Well they shouldn’t polish the windows so damn much.
Silencer rises to his feet and spins in a circle to face Miller, the real person he wants to get his hand on right now when David jumps off the turnbuckle, connecting with a vicious knee right to his face out of nowhere. A gasp comes from those collected in the Manhattan Center as Silencer crashes onto his back, completely laid out by the stiff knee strike while Miller immediately crawls on top of him. He sits on Silencer’s chest, beginning to drill him repeatedly to the face with closed fists as the official steps in, demanding that Miller stop it. David won’t listen though, continuing to punch Silencer over and over against with stiff closed fists as the referee starts a five count. He reaches four before Miller finally stops, glaring down into Silencer with his soulless eyes. Snarled breaths emanate from David’s body while hell can be seen in his demonic eyes, all while they’re set on Silencer, staring down into the face of his adversary, taking great delight in his destruction. He finally drops into a roll under the ropes when he’s satisfied with himself, Aurora crawling into the cover on a very dazed Silencer.
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Silencer gets his shoulder off the canvas at the last second while Rose rises to her feet. She jumps over Silencer and runs into the cables at his side, jumping into the air and extending her legs as she drops them on the top rope, sending her flipping over backwards into an Arabian press across her opponent’s mid-section. Silencer’s legs kick up into the air as a result while Aurora hooks his leg again.
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Once more Silencer kicks out, turning onto his side while Aurora gets up behind him, dropping a knee into the back of his head. Silencer rolls to his knees while gripping at the back of his head as Aurora stands up at his side, taking him by the hair and forcing him up to his feet. Aurora now takes hold of his hand, interlocking her fingers with his hand rushing at the turnbuckle. She steps up the ropes then jumps off it, twisting and landing on Silencer’s shoulders, pulling him around into a hurricarana. To the shock of everyone though, Silencer goes into a headstand, flipping up out of it right onto his feet, successfully avoiding the impact of the head scissors. He turns towards a surprised Aurora who now rolls over backwards, going into a headstand and pushing herself out of it as she ends up with her gut landing on Silencer’s shoulder. He stands up, holding Aurora in a running powerslam position only for Rose to swing herself around into a position where she can wrap her arm around Silencer’s neck, pulling him around into a tornado DDT. Silencer’s head connects with the canvas, generating a loud thud while he rolls onto his back, looking very battered. Aurora rolls to her knees while Pat now sticks his hand out into the ring, Rose staring at his palm as if slightly dejected. Pat snaps his fingers in the air, demanding she make the tag as her head hangs as she rises, slowly approaching her partner and slapping his palm. The somewhat confident Evans slips through the ropes into the ring, approaching damaged prey when Silencer rolls over and slaps the outstretched palm of Chapel. The monster slowly, methodically steps over the ropes while glaring directly into the eyes of Evans, who stops dead in his tracks.
Douglas: Oh here we go, the moment we’ve been waiting for, Chapel will finally get his hands on Pat Evans.
Mayne: You think Pat is worried about that? Of course he isn’t, in fact if you heard him earlier, it almost sounded like he was looking forward to throwing fisticuffs with the monster he’s created.
As Chapel enters the ring the slight traces of a smile comes to Pat’s face, stepping straight towards the Cartel Champion. Both men bump against each other with their sternums, although Pat has a considerable height disadvantage. Chapel begins to insult Evans with a slur of four letter words only for Pat to grin and thus infuriate the monster, who drills his rival under the jaw with a closed fist. Pat is staggered as Chapel steps in, lobbing fist after fist directly into the face of a man who has quickly become his arch nemesis of sorts. Evans responds by bending forward, burying his shoulder into Chapel’s ribs, shoving him backwards into the turnbuckle, which he collides against spine first. The Cartel Champion begins to drill Pat over the lower back repeatedly with blistering clubbing blows, causing Evans to drop to a kneeling base. Right as he comes down, Chapel steps out of the corner with a high running knee directly into Pat’s face, knocking him onto his back as a result. Evans rolls over onto his elbows, and begins to push himself up to a crawling base only to have Chapel charges in with a running boot to the side of his advesaries skull. The shot knocks Pat over onto his back, trying to force himself up to his feet when Chapel takes him by the hair, dragging him over forcefully onto his knees.
The rage fueled Chapel forces Pat up to his feet and then takes him by the wrist, whipping him straight towards the turnbuckle. Evans charges into the corner back first while Chapel comes rushing in now with a big lariat only for Pat to duck it, stepping around behind the War Angel as he collides sternum first against the corner. The intense Pat throws a forearm into Chapel’s lower back, followed by another shot that causes the War Angel to arch his back groaning in pain. Pat grabs the back of Chapel’s pants, dragging him out of the corner, delivering a huge forearm strike right over his opponent’s shoulders, forcing him to bend forward. The Submission Champion steps to Chapel’s side, taking him by the hair and the pants then charging him right at the turnbuckle, his obvious intention being to throw him through shoulder first into the exposed post. Chapel reaches out and grabs the middle cables with both hands, refusing to be driven into the corner and thus provide Pat with any body part to target. The King of Monsters lobs an elbow into Pat’s ribs, causing him to bend forward when Chapel spins around, delivering a straight upward shin kick directly to Evans’ sternum. A groan comes from the fans as a result of the stiff strike while Pat staggers out of the corner, Chapel charging in and delivering a hard lariat to his throat. The collision with his throat sends Pat tumbling onto his back, rolling to his knees then rising to his feet as he charges at Chapel who catches him under his arm. Using his sheer strength he powers Pat off the canvas, delivering a brutal sidebuster slam, driving his back violently into the canvas.
Instead of going for the pin, he turns and crawls on top of Pat, grabbing him by both sides of his head, lifting it into the air and then pushing the back of his skull repeatedly into the canvas trying to inflict as much brain damage as possible.
Douglas: Chapel deliberately targeting the head of Evans, he’s going straight at this Submission title holder, the very same man who screwed him out of the World title at Breathless.
Mayne: All these guys take the biblical saying “An Eye for an Eye” way to literally. That was in the bible right, I couldn’t get past the first twenty “begots” and what does that word mean anyway, I thought the bible was calling me a racist.
Dan: How do you earn a paycheck every week?
Mayne: By doing as little work as possible Dan.
Pat’s head is rammed against the ring with force as Chapel rises to his feet and stomps him to the sternum repeatedly. Official Stuart Wright steps in is imploring Chapel to stop, but he’s not interested in obeying the rules as he continues to stomp ever so viciously on the sternum of Evans. As he goes for another stomp Pat catches him around the ankle, sitting up and causing Chapel begin hobbling on one leg with his deadly opponent rising to his feet in front of him. He is now trying to pull Chapel over into the ankle lock, attempting to twist at the leg repeatedly in order to get him over with Chapel realizing what he would be in store for. Therefore he jumps into the air, swinging around with his foot and planting it directly into the side of Pat’s face. The stiff enzugari gets the crowd going, shocked to see the agility on the War Angel’s part. He rises to his feet and turns to face Pat who is staggering around in a very dazed state, Chapel rising in front of him and then bending forward, burying his shoulder straight into Evans’ ribs. He hoists him off the canvas, charging across the ring then driving Evans with force against the turnbuckle spine first, his arms tumbling over the cables, barely keeping his dazed frame upright. Instinctively Aurora begins to run across the apron on the opposite of the ropes, trying to help Chapel who turns and delivers a boot over the cables right into her face. She tumbles onto her back on the apron, bouncing off then spilling to the outside mats with great force. Chapel has no idea that Pat has risen onto the turnbuckle behind him, jumping off and twisting as he connects with a dropkick right to the War Angel’s upper back. The blow knocks him forward to the canvas, crashing with a thud against the ring as Pat rolls away from him, appearing more intense than ever.
On pure adrenaline alone Chapel starts to force himself to his feet, only to have Pat bounce off the cables at his side, stepping in then jumping into the air as he places his leg across the back of his large opponent’s head, pushing him down face first into the canvas with a famouser. Chapel’s skull collides with blunt force against the canvas before he rolls onto his back, left completely laid out. The very fired up Evans rises to his feet and grabs his knee pad, pulling it down to his shin then rushing forward and jumping high into the air. He comes down with his exposed knee directly into Chapel’s face, a groan coming from the King of Monsters as he rolls onto his back. After hitting the knee Pat rolls forward into his corner, extending his hand as Miller quickly tags it, Aurora still shaking the cobwebs from that big boot. David steps into the ring with quickness as Chapel is forcing himself to his feet sluggishly. That’s before Pat steps around him and grabs hold of the back of his head, holding it down so that he remains bent forward, which allows Miller to step in, delivering a straight upward kick right into Chapel’s face. The kick may have chipped a tooth as a little blood is already coming from between Chapel’s lips. He stands up with the crowd groaning from the hard kick while he stumbles in reverse. That’s when David steps in and grabs him by the hair again, bending his head forward then delivering another dangerous, Kawada style kick upward into his face. The crowd unleashes an “ooohhh” at the sound of the stiff kick while Miller kicks him straight to the face again, followed by a third straight shin shot. Chapel almost tumbles to the ring after that last kick as Miller turns to face him and jumps into the air, hitting one knee to the side of his skull. He then jumps into the air and connects with his other knee to the opposite side of the War Angels’ skull.
Douglas: David Miller utilizing those dangerous MMA style knees and kicks to wear down Chapel, which I thought was an impossible task, but strangely this onslaught from the submission experts seems to be exhausting him slowly and methodically.
Mayne: Even the biggest, the strongest, the most hardcore give into the pain when you’ve got shots this stiff being connected with on your body. Unless your me and your body is shaped like a Herculean God.
Dan: Billy, you can barely even lift a can of yams.
David now delivers a roaring elbow into the side of Chapel’s skull, backing him up into the cables and then taking him by the wrist. He uses all his strength to whip the wide Chapel into the opposite ropes, the War Angel bouncing off them as Miller steps forward and bends down for a back drop. Somehow the Cartel title holder stops just short of him and grabs David around the head, lifting up on it and then delivering a straight, unprotected headbunt directly to Miller’s skull. The collision knocks David onto his back, while Chapel stands up with a twisted grin, only to have that smile falter as he almost falls to the ring. He sways his arms as he tries to remain standing, his legs on the verge of cutting out beneath him as Miller rises right back to his feet. He grabs Chapel around the head and delivers one of his own headbunt square to his skull causing the fans to watch on as if sickened by these blows to the cranium. Chapel is sent staggering into the ropes while Miller steps in and hits a chop so viciously across his chest that the War Angel begins to lower to a knee. Miller chops him against to the chest, then once more, the incredibly stiff strikes cutting the massive Cartel Champion down as he falls to a single knee. A large red streak is left across his sternum while David steps in and delivers another headbunt directly into the top of Chapel’s skull. After connecting Miller seems to become very light headed, staggering around before catching himself and approaching Aurora, who he begrudgingly tags into this contest. Rose steps quickly across the apron behind the kneeling Chapel and springs up onto the top rope, flipping forward off of it and over her opponent’s head. She hooks both of Chapel’s arms while flipping over him and then pulls his body down out of the kneeling position right into a flip over unprettier. Chapel’s face crashes off the ring again as he drops over onto his back, prone for Aurora who quickly crawls into the cover.
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With a roar Chapel kicks out, lunging his shoulder from the canvas while Aurora rolls away from him, overcome with anger that she didn’t get the pinfall in this contest. Aurora backs away and then rushes forward, going into a headstand before she flips out of it right into a leg drop across Chapel’s throat. The War Angel’s body kicks into the air while he rolls away from his much linger opponent, ending up facing the corner. He grabs hold of the ropes, and begins to utilize them to force his already battered body to his feet. His back is pressed to the turnbuckle for support while red streaks can still be seen on his chest from those devastating Miller chops. Aurora stands and glares at Evans who is nodding from the corner, informing her to stay on the offensive, therefore Rose charges straight at the War Angel. She tucks her head, hitting the back of it against Chapel’s gut and then kicking off with her legs, flipping up and onto the King of Monster’s shoulders. A smile comes to her face, prepared to hurricarana him out of the corner when Chapel steps forward and throws her high into the air. Rose is sent flying across the ring with a running release powerbomb, causing her to collide with the ring from a tremendous height then flipping over backwards onto her chest and stomach. Everyone in the arena are putting their hands together, screaming over what they just witnessed, how far Aurora’s light frame was thrown across the ring by Chapel, who now turns towards his corner. The giant approaches his partners, extending his hand outward in the direction of Evermore who looks eager for the tag only to deviate and slap the hand of Silencer instead. The crowd has a very mixed response as Chapel and Axl go eye to eye with one another, prepared for some type of violence to erupt between them only to have the War Angel slip through the ropes back onto the apron while Silencer is climbing the turnbuckle. All the while Evermore fails to remove his eyes from Chapel, not liking where this animosity between them is leading.
Dan: Chapel emphatically making the tag, and putting the fresh Silencer in there.
Mayne: No one is more fresh than Evermore though, yet you see Chapel tags in Silencer instead. There’s trouble afoot Dan, loads of trouble. Just like when Margaret Chow does standup.
Aurora is holding her arched spine while slowly forcing herself to her feet, her eyes cutting to Silencer who jumps off the top rope, twisting in mid-air as he connects with a flying back elbow. Both individuals spill to the ring while Silencer rolls away from Aurora right onto his feet then charges at Miller, jumping into the air and dropkicking him off the apron. David drops onto the mats and staggers backwards away from the ring, grabbing his jaw. He looks up slowly into the face of Silencer, his eyes blank and listless while he rubs at his jaw, realizing Silencer just got a little bit of payback for that sneaky shot he delivered earlier. The distracted Silencer doesn’t spot Aurora standing up behind him and charging in for a punch. Somehow Silencer can feel her coming, turning and blocking her fist before delivering right hand after right into the side of her face. Aurora is staggered by each shot before Miller reaches under the ropes, grabbing Silencer by the ankle. The former World Champion spins around and pulls his leg free while pointing through the ropes into the face of Miller, who now backs away from the ring innocently. It appears Silencer has had enough as he steps towards the ropes when Aurora jumps into the air, behind him, placing her knees into his back and dragging him down into a back cracker across her knees. Silencer bounces off of her knees and tumbles over onto the canvas chest first while Aurora rolls towards Pat, slapping his hand, tagging him back into this contest.
Evans slips through the ropes, approaching Silencer who is trying to rise to his feet even with all the pain coursing through his back. Just as he is about to get up Evans grabs him around the neck, placing him in a side headlock position. Silencer begins to drive forearms into Evans’ lower back repeatedly though, causing him to break the submission and stagger forward before pushing his opponent forward into the cables. Silencer has his arms wrapped around Pat’s waist while shoving him forward chest first into the ropes, trying to drop back into a roll up now only to have Evans wrap his arms around the top rope. Silencer rolls over onto his knees as Pat turns to face him, charging in only to have the former Champ bend forward, causing Evans to leap frog him then continue across the ring. He bounces off the ropes and comes back in at Silencer who spins to face Pat then spring into the air, catching him with a huge spinning heel kick. Evans is knocked from his feet and sent crashing to the canvas back first while Silencer rolls away from him onto his elbows and knees. After successfully taking Evans down he rises to his feet, feeling proud of himself only to have David enter the ring, stepping in and delivering a headbunt right to Silencer’s skull. The head shot causes the fans to react with shock, as the sound of their heads thudding against one another could be heard all throughout the Manhattan Center. They seem to be getting queasy after that headbunt as Silencer rolls over onto his knees, his forehead lacerated from the shot. Wright steps in, demanding that Miller exit but he absolutely refuses to listen at this point, centered on one thing, if not victory then Silencer’s destruction.
Douglas: David Miller and Silencer just can’t stay away from one another! These guys have been deliberately disobeying the rules and now it’s led to Silencer being busted open by a Miller headbunt.
Mayne: You can just feel the tension emanating from both of these men, they may just kill each other at Extinction when they clash one on one.
Miller steps towards Silencer who suddenly stands up with blood dribbling down his forehead and delivers a skull to skull headbunt of his own. David is shocked and sent reeling backwards as an even more bloodied Silencer rushes forward and jumps into the air, driving his skull into Miller’s cranium once again. Silencer almost falls down but finds himself remaining on his face, blood really gushing down his face with a crack being opened up in Miller’s forehead as well. David steps forward and drives his head into Silencer’s skull, busting himself open further as well. A deep, deep gash can be seen in Miller’s forehead, his skin ripped apart by the headbunt while Silencer steps forward and delivers another shot with the use of his skull. The fans are absolutely disgusted yet are cheering as loud as they can until Pat Evans and Aurora Rose step in, raining down on Silencer with forearm strikes, Miller stepping back with blood absolutely flowing down his features.
Douglas: Good God did you hear and see how stiff those headbunts were? Miller has been busted open for the first time in his IWC career, and he, he, he seems to be enjoying it.
Mayne: Silencer busted open last week, and now the same thing has been done to Silencer tonight, why do these guys want to kill each other with unprotected headbunts? That wound in Miller’s forehead is going to take like thirty stitches to close.
Silencer falls to his knees with Aurora and Pat still clubbing him over the back while Evermore and Chapel now enter the ring, moving across it quickly.
Dan: Oh no, all hell breaking lose already between these two respective teams!
Mayne: This match has been nothing but chaos thus far, and now it’s breaking down into absolute clusterfuck city!
Chapel moves straight towards Evans only for Evermore to push him out of the way, grabbing the shoulder of his rival Evans, spinning him around and rifling off right hands into his face. Official Wright is watching all of this from several feet away, not even trying to break this up while Chapel steps towards Evermore and forces him out of his way, beginning to deck Pat repeatedly to his skull. Aurora is still clubbing Silencer over the back when he starts to stand, driving the point of his elbow repeatedly into her gut, doubling her over. That’s when Miller steps out of the corner and delivers a straight upward kick directly to Silencer’s face that results in screams from the crowd over the sound of the stiff strike echoing throughout the building. Silencer immediately crashes onto his back with blood flying through the air as Miller backs into the corner. That’s when Axl rushes forward, jumping into the and hitting a big splash against him in the corner. David spills onto his seat with his back pressed to the turnbuckle while Evermore turns away from him, stepping to the center of the ring as Aurora springs onto the second rope just a few inches in front of him. She spins around in mid-air and comes down on top of Evermore’s chest for a crossobdy only to be caught. To everyone’s shocked Axl lifts Aurora up into a scoop slam position and then throws her at the seated Miller. Aurora flips forward slightly as she’s scoop slammed right on top of Miller, the fans reacting with a loud out pouring of cheers.
Chapel is slapping Evans to both sides of his skull and backing him across the ring in the process before bending forward, burying his shoulder into his gut and lifting him into the air. He sits him on the top rope and grabs Evans by the hair, bending him over to slap him hard to the cheek. Pat is knocked loopy by the slap as Chapel begins to step up the turnbuckle, looking for a huge superplex. That’s when his ankle is grabbed by Evermore, Axl pulling the Cartel Champion down off the corner. Chapel lands on his feet in front of Evermore and then immediately shoves him backwards, Axl almost losing his footing. Evermore then lunges forward with a shove of his own, the tag team partners about to come to blows with one another when they both turn towards Pat who jumps off the top rope into a double lariat that takes both men down to the canvas. Boos emanate from the fans while Axl and Chapel roll away from Evans, who confidently rises to one knee. As soon as he does, Silencer comes charging in out of nowhere, stepping onto Pat’s knee and with his other foot, driving the heel of his boot directly into Evans’ face with a modified shinning wizard stomp. Pat is knocked onto his back almost immediately while the fans are screaming their heads off in the Manhattan Center. The shinning wizard seems to have taken Evans out of the equation while Silencer rolls onto his knees, rising to his feet and not spotting Miller who is getting up in the corner alongside Aurora. Rose begins to step forward only to have Miller grab her by the shoulder, spinning her around and then hoisting her into the air with a gorilla press. Before Aurora can do anything her own tag team partner throws her through the air, right on top of Silencer who turns just in time to have her body collide with his own. Both athletes crash into the canvas while Miller continues to lean back first against the turnbuckle, blood still pouring down his face.
Mayne: Everyone in this match are fucking nuts! Miller just threw his own partner at Silencer! Evermore and Chapel are fighting amongst each other, Pat Evans was just knocked out by a modified shinning wizard! There’s too much going on in this 6 man tag to keep track of. I’m lost, like one of those sad little puppies in a Disney movie.
Douglas: The action is certainly all over the place in this one Billy. No one caring about where the battle-lines are meant to be drawn on this occasion.
Miller continues to lean on the turnbuckle for support while Chapel rises to his feet sluggishly then comes charging at his opponent, jumping into the air and connecting with a brutal knee strike directly to David’s jaw. The MMA Messiah is knocked almost unconscious by the stiff knee to his face by Chapel who bends forward and takes him by the wrist. He whips him straight out of the corner, right at a slowly rising Evermore who suddenly spins and catches the bloodied Miller, connecting with a high impact spinning powerslam. David’s frame collides hard with the canvas while Evermore gets to a single knee, the crowd surprised by their tandem offense, actually working together to inflict the utmost damage on their opponent. Axl rises slowly to his feet while Pat is doing the same, using the cables to drag himself to a standing base when Chapel shouts out in Evermore’s direction. Axl looks up and begins to kick his feet beneath him on the canvas as if pumping himself up. His wife Sallie is clapping on the outside of the ring, knowing he’s setting up for something big. Chapel charges in and lariats Pat to throat, sending him flipping over the cables backwards then tumbling face first into the apron. He bounces off of it and staggers in reverse across the outside mats right as Evermore rushes across the ring, diving through the ropes and connecting with a flying headbunt directly into Evans, taking both competitors down to the canvas with force. Sallie is jumping up and down in excitement while both Evans and Evermore roll across the mats, surprisingly getting to their feet rather quickly, both men getting a second burst of adrenaline. They immediately come to blows with one another, neither individual looking up as Chapel has come rushing across the ring, throwing all 300 pounds of his body over the cables into a huge flying splash right on top of both Evans and Axl. The trio of individuals crash hard to the ring with every fan in attendance standing and screaming over what they just witnessed.
Douglas: CHAPEL FLYING! The War Angel just like last week threw himself over the ropes with all the grace of a dove, an extremely hefty dove and just took out Evans, as well as his partner for tonight’s match Evermore.
Mayne: I think Chapel intentionally targeted Evermore as well with that sensational dive!
Fans: IWC! IWC!! IWC!!!
The arena is rocking right now with the fans unable to contain their enthusiasm, so loud it’s hard to keep track of the action as Miller, not to prone to outside the ring battles, is waylaying a rising Chapel with stiff forearms to the side of his face. He then delivers a knife edge chop across his sternum that is just as stiff, both athletes brawling with one another around the ring, away from Evans and Evermore who are struggling to their feet. As soon as Pat stands he charges forward with a shoulder pressed to Axl’s ribs, shoving him backwards spine first right into the steel barricade. Evermore arches his back over the steel while Pat stands up, beginning to slug him repeatedly to the face. That’s before Evermore steps away from the barricade, grabbing Pat by the back of the head and throwing him against the steel instead, lobbing punches into his face repeatedly. Chapel is still reeling from these stiff strikes from Miller, who is backing him across the mats to the opposite side of the ring than his tag team partner. Chapel falls himself tumbling back first over the announce table thanks to Miller’s chops while in the ring a bloodied Silencer and a tired Aurora have both risen to their feet, standing opposite one another. They glare across the ring at each other then charge forward, building tremendous speed. Silencer throws a lariat that Aurora ducks, going into a cartwheel while the former World Champion does the same. After the cartwheel both individuals back flip over opposite sets of ropes and twist in mid-air, hitting a double Sasuke Special, with Aurora coming down on top of Evermore and on the other side of the ring, Silencer crashing into Miller.
Fans: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!
There is not an occupied seat in the building, everyone just going insane over what they just witnessed, stereo Sasuke Specials.
Douglas: I have never seen anything like the action we’re witnessing in this 6 man tag team match before! There are bodies flying this way and that in this chaotic fray!
Mayne: This is utter insanity Dan, but dammit if I’m not loving seeing all these flying bodies.
All those packed in the building are giving a standing ovation while Evans staggers towards the ring, stumbling past both Aurora and Evermore who are laid out on the mats. Evans rolls under the cables while Sallie Roma is slapping the apron, demanding her husband get up and go after the Submission Champion. On the opposite side of the ring Chapel is rolling under the ropes in a very dazed manner. Just as Pat starts to get up, Chapel steps in and slaps him stiffly across the cheek, almost knocking some teeth out of Evans’ mouth. He stumbles in reverse before Chapel delivers a straight boot directly into Pat’s ribs, doubling him over. Chapel steps over his head and reaches down, wrapping his arms around Pat’s waist and lifting him up into the air, allowing him to slide over his shoulders as he sets up for the Apocalypse (Crucifix into DDT). Somehow Pat is able to free his arms though and wrap his legs around Chapel’s waist. Evans drops forward and in turn pulls Chapel over backwards into almost a modified sunset flip. As soon as the King of Monsters crashes onto his back Pat sits up and grabs hold of his ankle, standing then rolling him over onto his front, establishing ankle lock on Chapel. The fans are all putting their hands together, screaming loudly while Chapel pushes himself up onto his elbows, roaring in pain from the agony coursing through his ankle. All the while, strangely enough, Desolation has appeared on the entry way with the No Holds Barred title over his shoulder. He stands on the stage with a very suspicious expression on his face as he observes all this action occurring in the ring.
Silencer has dragged Miller to his feet on the outside of the ring, jabbing him repeatedly to the face when the MMA Messiah throws a stiff back kick directly into the ribs of his rival. Silencer doubles over, grabbing his mid-section while David switches around behind his back, burying his shoulder into his spine then lifting him into the air. Billy and Dan push back in their chairs as Miller gives Silencer a back drop driver onto the announce table, his body connecting against the wooden frame violently, but the table does not break. Silencer now lies spread across the table motionless while Miller rolls towards the ring, climbing up onto the apron while Pat is still twisting at Chapel’s ankle, trying to break it. That’s when Chapel ducks his head and rolls forward, lobbing Evans in the same direction as he tried to hold onto the ankle. As a result he flies shoulder first through the ropes directly into the ribs of Miller, sending him flying backwards off the apron and crashing into the mats. Pat stands up and staggers in reverse right into Chapel, who catches him against his shoulders, lifting him into a reverse torture rack then jumping into the air. The crowd reacts with cheers at the sight of the Cardinal Sin, Pat bouncing off of Chapel’s shoulders then crashing to the canvas.
Douglas: The Cardinal Sin by Chapel, he’s got Pat Evans beat if he can make the cover.
Mayne: It’s got to take more than that to defeat Evans, right, right? Please specify that you agree with me.
The crowd is still going nuts while Chapel winces in pain, reaching for his ankle and scooting backwards into Pat, turning then making the cover. Referee Wright drops to make the count, not even caring who the legal man really is.
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Just as the hand comes down for a third slap of the canvas, Aurora springs off the top rope, flipping forward into a springboard 450 splash right on top of Chapel’s back. The aerial move not only sends the fans into a frenzy but also breaks up the three count as Chapel rolls off Pat, arching his spine from the canvas. The chaos continues as Pat rolls to his knees, reaching for his back while reaching into the pockets of his shorts, slowly removing that same steel chain that has come in so handy the past few weeks. He wraps it around his fist while rising to his feet as Chapel begins to do the same, reaching for his spine in the process. Aurora grabs hold of official Wright’s shirt, pulling him down and begging for assistance but secretly distracting him as Pat stands, motioning for the slowly rising Chapel to get up. Although his back is killing him he’s ready to deliver the fatal blow with his chain wrapped fist, Chapel finally getting up in front of him. He spins around in a groggy state when Pat charges forward, swinging the chain at his face only for Chapel to reach out, catching him by the throat. The King of Monsters is setting up for the chokeslam while Pat’s eyes widen with shock, Aurora spotting this from the corner of her eye. She shoves the Wright aside, standing up then charging right at Chapel who reaches out with his other hand, slapping it around her throat. The fans put their hands together as Chapel sets up for a double chokeslam while Wright’s attention diverts towards Miller climbing up onto the apron in a bloodied state, the official obligated to check on his condition. That’s when Pat delivers a straight kick directly into Chapel’s testicles, causing him to be doubled over before Evans gives him an uppercut to the forehead with the chain wrapped fist. Chapel stands up straight as a result while a free Aurora rushes into the cables behind him, jumping onto the second rope, springing off then turning into a lethal kick right to the back of the War Angel’s head. This causes him to bend forward for Evans who steps in, wrapping his arm around Chapel’s neck and dropping back into a vicious DDT. Chapel’s skull connects with the canvas as he rolls onto his back, Evans throwing the chain back into his pocket and hooking his opponent’s leg.
Mayne: Chapel is done, he’s finished after that series of moves!
Douglas: It’ll take everything he’s got left to kick out of that one.
Wright turns around as Miller points towards the cover, drawing his attention to it. The official drops down and makes the count with quickness.
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The saddened fans suddenly erupt into cheers when Chapel’s shoulder is launched from the canvas at the last possible second, narrowly avoiding defeat. Evans sits up in a sweaty, shocked state while Aurora watches on in disbelief. She doesn’t even spot Evermore rising onto the apron behind her, grabbing her by the shoulder and spinning her around. Before Aurora can stop it Axl catches her around the neck, dropping down into a stunner that forces Rose throat first into the top rope. She bounces off of it, staggering back with her hands over her throat while Evermore stands with his back placed to the canvas, but now flips over them in reverse. His shins land on Aurora’s shoulders before he twists his body and sends her charging into the cables, flying through them to the outside mats with a big head scissors. Desolation watches all of this with a slight grin inhabiting his face, pleasantly surprised by what he’s viewing. All the while Axl remains blissfully unaware of his presence on the stage, forcing himself to his feet and turning to face Evans, who is rushing forward with a closed fist. He swings it at Evermore’s head who ducks the fist and runs across the ring. He charges straight at the ropes perpendicular to the ones that Miller are standing up behind. Just as David gets to his feet, Axl springs onto the second rope and twists, connecting with a dropkick to the side of Miller’s lacerated head and sending him flying off the apron. He twists and cracks violently off the announce table, tumbling onto his back as a result while Evermore rises to his feet only to walk backwards right into Pat’s “Time to Go to Sleep.” Evermore is trapped in the submission hold that has forced so many people to tap out before yet the exhausted Evans has yet to get it firmly established. That’s when Evermore jumps into the air, reaching in reverse with his legs and wrapping them around Pat’s waist, pulling him over into a forward roll, seated on his chest and holding down the back of his legs.
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Chapel steps in and grabs Axl by the hair, pulling him backwards off the cover into a reverse roll. Evermore gets to his knees and glares up into Chapel’s face as he shouts downward at him, demanding to know what he’s thinking going for the pin that the War Angel is more deserving of. Evermore disagrees as he rises and motions towards the still down Evans, Chapel not hearing his argument while he rubs at his chin after taking that chain shot.
Douglas: Oh come on guys, let cooler heads prevail here, you have the win.
Mayne: The hell they do, get up Evans, show Dan just how wrong he is.
Suddenly Evermore is shoved forward into Chapel, cracking his skull into the face of the double over Chapel, who was getting eye level to properly argue. The bumping of skulls causes Chapel to turn away while Evermore staggers in reverse right into a school boy by Evans, rolling him up into the pinfall to the shock of everyone.
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No, Axl gets his shoulders off the canvas in the nick of time. This results in a loud outcry of cheers from the fans, Pat falling to his elbows and knees with clear shock in his eyes. He now stands up as Evermore rises as well, staggering backwards towards the ropes only for Evans to rush in with an intended clothesline. Axl ducks it though, stepping behind Pat’s back as he spins around right into a lethal superkick right under the jaw. Sallie is going nuts as Pat spills through the ropes to the outside of the ring, Evermore falling to his elbows and knees in the process. All the while Chapel is stumbling his way to his feet when Aurora springs onto the top rope in front of him, flying off then catching him around the head. Chapel is dragged around into a vicious tornado DDT, planting his skull hard off of the canvas, while Rose now rolls across the ring to her elbows and knees. Chapel is laid completely out at this point as Rose stands up, waiting for Evermore to do the same in front of her. She comes rushing in as soon as his exhausted body is able to force its way to his feet, when Aurora catches him by the back of the head, running forward a for a bulldog. However, Evermore shoves her off, sending her into the ropes as she jumps into the air, springing off the second cable over backwards into a moonsault. Axl turns with his body however, catching Aurora on top of his shoulders then spinning her around from the fireman’s carry into a brutal DDT. The top of Rose’s skull collides sickeningly with the canvas before she rolls onto her back, a very tired Evermore now crawling into the cover.
Douglas: The Superfecta by Evermore on Rose! He hit it with perfection! Will it be enough however to finally conclude this out of control 6 man tag!?!
Mayne: It had better be, if not I’m going to need a new pacemaker.
Douglas: You don’t have one in the first place!
The official drops down and makes the count with the crowd screaming.
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They’ve done it, Silencer, Evermore, and Chapel have emerged victorious as Axl continues to pin Aurora, his arm draped over her equally as exhausted body. The crowd slaps the barricades and cheers as Axl rolls onto his back, absolutely drained of all his energy after the chaotic fray that was this 6 person tag team bout.
Mayne: Ah, damn you Aurora, you should have been able to kick out of that you worthless, worthless, argh, I’m at a loss for words!
Douglas: And we’re all thankful. After what was one of the damndest main events I’ve ever called though, the team of Evermore, Silencer, and Cartel Champion Chapel have immerged victorious. What a match Billy, and what a way to end it, with a clean finish, don’t see those much nowadays.
Bodies are strewn everywhere after one of the most insane 6 person tag team matches in the annals of IWC history. Inside the ring an exhausted Evermore is on his elbows and knees, unable to believe what just happened, exhausted but victorious. Chapel is kneeling against the ropes for support, his body absolutely drained from the physicality of this contest while Evans crawls across the outside mats, sweating and reeling from the superkick. A bloodied Miller and Silencer are standing up at ringside with security already coming out, getting behind them, dressed in their full riot gear to ensure that neither of these two men can pick up where they left off before the match ended. Aurora Rose is using the ropes to force herself to her feet yet falls right back over while Sallie watches all of this in shock. Her hands are cupped over her mouth, unable to believe the sheer amount of violence she witnessed in this match and completely unaware of Desolation slowly approaching her from behind. That’s when the hair on the back of her neck stands up, spinning around and finding herself almost face to face with the smiling No Holds Barred Champion. His grin sends tremors of fear rocking throughout her petite frame as she backs away in repulsion from the Dark Man, knowing what he’s capable of doing to those close to his rivals.
Dan: Oh no, don’t tell me Desolation is going to ruin the atmosphere created by that tremendous 6 person tag match by doing something disgusting to Sallie Roma, Axl’s significant other.
Mayne: Desolation is going to teach Evermore a lesson for challenging him so boldly, he’s going to show him what he would expect should he get his desired feud with the Dark Man.
Sallie puts her palms out in front of her while Desolation continues to approach her ever so methodically. Each step he takes closer to her frame the more timid and fearful she becomes, now finding her back pressed against the apron with nowhere else to go. Evermore tries to stand up in the ring but falls back down, still not seeing what is going on at ringside as Desolation’s hand slowly reaches out towards Sallie’s long locks, prepared to do to her exactly what he did to Roxas Knoxx just a few weeks ago. That’s when a figure in an El Magnifico mask and a light gray jacket with nothing on underneath jumps over the barricade. The fans watch on in shock as the fan unzips his jacket and reaches inside, grabbing hold of a steel pipe. His frame and demeanor seems very reminiscent of Jon Rich, hiding his features behind El Magnifico’s mask perhaps. Just as Desolation’s hand grasps hold of Sallie’s hair the pipe is swung into his forearm, knocking it away. Desolation lowers his arm and turns towards the masked figure in a bit of shock as Jon swings the pipe right into his forehead, cracking it off of his skull. The shot sends Desolation into a spin, beginning to back up the ramp on instinct alone, somehow still standing when he should have been rendered unconscious.
Mayne: What the hell!?! Security, security get out here! That fan is attacking Desolation with a steel pipe!
Douglas: Security is to preoccupied with keeping the men in the ring and outside of it apart, and I don’t think that’s just a fan Billy.
Billy: It better not be Enrique Ingleasas, how many restraining orders do I have to put on that man?
Desolation turns to face the man wearing an El Magnifico mask which only provides a few of his demented, deranged eyes. He swings the pipe right into Desolation’s ribs, bending him over forward as he turns away from this assailant, making his way onto the stage then staggering towards the edge of it, not knowing where is going. Another shot is lobbed into his back with the pipe, causing him to drop the No Holds Barred title and stagger to the edge of the stage. He turns around as the individual assaulting him stops, taking one long, enduring look at the No Holds Barred Champion, as if savoring this moment for all eternity.
Mayne: No, don’t do this whoever you are, don’t do this! Think before you act!
Douglas: I can assure you, if this is who I think it is, the last thing he’s going to do is listen to you.
Desolation is on the edge of the stage as the masked figure seems to be almost doubting himself for a second, asking himself rather he can really go through with it. Suddenly he rushes forward and swings the pipe directly into Desolation’s face, sending him tumbling over the edge of the stage and crashing through a stack of tables as well as electrical equipment. Everything breaks beneath his frame, and sparks shoot from the equipment as well while the mysterious man masked like El Magnifico glares down at him, trembling from head to toe.
Douglas: OHHH, Desolation going through the tables and equipment off to the side of the stage thanks to whomever this mystery attacker is, who is definitely showing he has what it takes to be the Last Man Standing!
Mayne: What are you talking about, stop making references to the impending match at Extinction at a time like this. Desolation was just attacked by a deranged fan.
Sallie is at Evermore’s side while he glares towards the stage in his exhaustion, closing his eyes and shaking his head as if distraught that the identity of the attacker is scrupulous at best. The individual remains on the edge of the stage as he reaches down, snatching the No Holds Barred title belt off the stage. He lifts it up in front of his eyes, glaring down into the gold for several minutes before he tosses the title off the stage down on top of the broken Desolation’s waist. The masked figure takes a long, lasting glare at the man he just assaulted before backing up slowly, leaving him shattered much like the tables beneath him.
Douglas: Whoever this man is, like I don’t know already, he just sent a message loud and clear to Desolation just a few short weeks before Extinction.
Mayne: Who was it? I want to eat his damn spleen!
The masked figure moves towards the curtains, passing through them before the camera cuts to the face of the unconscious Desolation lying amongst the chunks of wood. Suddenly his eyes open calmly and a large smile begins to come to his face.
FADE TO BLACK