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 from the top of them. It switches quickly to AWOL’s fierce face glaring forward maliciously before shifting to Aurora Rose moodily making her way down the ramp, with the bangs of her hair hanging in front of her dreary face. It then cuts to Jackson Adams being choked out with a crowbar to his throat from Jon Rich 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 Silencer driving his forehead into David Millers, both men busted open already. 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 backs 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 David Miller is shown giving Denile Partis a piledriver onto the solid steel stage. Pat Evans is then the focus of attention, 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 Kelly Hart and Shannon Blaze connecting with the a modified death sentence, where a shooting star leg drop is used instead of the textbook one. 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 Silencer superkicking one of his opponent’s directly under their jaw. Sean Johnson is featured awkwardly hugging both River Angelus and Shawn Logan 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 comes live to the inside of the Manhattan Center where the fans are on their feet, going into a frenzy over the impending Riot! telecast. They are overly excited about the impending show, which is slated to bare a multitude of intense confrontations. Fireworks explode from the stage, the titontron, and turnbuckles, sending multiple sparkles dissipating into the air. The house lights now return to normal, bringing into illumination the many screaming fans, and the vacant squared circle.
Dan Douglas: It’s the end of 2007 ladies and gentlemen, and that means tonight you’ll see the last show of the year.
Billy Mayne: I know how sad you must all be that this is the last time you’ll see Billy Mayne in 2007, but don’t worry, we have a whole new year of Billy Mayne one liners still ahead of you.
Dan: Yes, I’m sure that’s what they’re all worried about, Billy. But tonight, we’ve got a loaded, almost pay-per-view quality line up for perhaps the biggest show of the year with Desolation versus Silencer in a First Blood Match, two title bouts, Hurse versus Christian Savior if he’s capable of competing considering his recent abduction, and Orlando Cruze one on one with Scott Gray-Harris.
Mayne: Yeah, it’s a big card, but it wouldn’t be anything without Billy here.
ROBIN BROOKS © VS. NATHAN CREED VS. AURORA ROSE
Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Adam Gontier's soothing voice cuts the tension swiftly
"Pain, Without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all"
The drum beat kicks in for Three Days Grace's song 'Pain' and the lights flash syncronized to the beat. Nathan Creed walks from behind the curtain, his expression stoic as he stares down at the ring. He snaps his neck from side to side whilst ringing his wrists. The song takes a change in mood and softens as Creed starts a slow walk towards the ring accompanied by a low blue light that replaces the strobes
"You're sick of feeling numb,
You're not the only one,
I'll take you by the hand,
And I'll show you a world that you can understand,
This life is filled with hurt,
When happiness doesn't work,
Trust me and take my hand,
When the lights go out you will understand"
As the verse nears its end Creed reaches the ring and slides under the rope. He bounds to his feet as the song changes beat as the chorus hits and the lights change again into a flash of bright strobe lights
"Pain, without love,
Pain, can't get enough,
Pain, I like it rough,
Cause I'd rather have pain than nothing at all"
The start of the chorus causes Creed to scream, throwing his arms to the side in a Dreamer-esque pose. He stretches his arms by tugging onthe ring ropes and begins a quick warm up technique before pacing around the ring, eyes sharp and focused, waiting for the technical display, that is a Nathan Creed match, to begin.
Douglas: And what a match to start off tonight’s show, triple threat action for the X-Class Championship. Nathan Creed just one of the trio of individuals slated to come out here next and compete for the title in this three way fray and I think we all know his history with the title.
Mayne: Nope, was I suppose to?
Dan: Oh no, it’s only just kind of your job.
Billy: Oh, excellent, then I don’t have to know it.
Douglas: Anyway, Creed held that belt for a solid year before he lost the championship to Brooks at Paranoia IV, now will be his big opportunity to reclaim his gold.
Mayne: Or fail miserably, either way it should still be funny.
Nathan marches back and forth slowly, his face twisted with hostility but still riding high on success after that tremendous steel cage bout at Extinction. The Kill by Seven Seconds to Mars plays over the PA system and leads into a furious outcry of boos from the sold out crowd for onto the stage marches Aurora Rose. She looks around slowly displaying a general lack of emotion with one of her eyebrows raised, amused by their reception based off of what she did at Extinction. Even though she’s being bombarded with hatred she unleashes a mild chuckle and moves towards the ring rather quickly, no fan fare being provided for those who once loyally supported her. Finally upon reaching the ring she jumps onto the apron with the splits before pulling herself up to her feet and then flipping over the cables backwards. She turns towards Nathan and winks in his direction while his opponent just scowls in her direction. The history, and past rivalry they endured all comes flooding back to both their minds as they prepare themselves for this sure to be fast paced X-Class title bout.
Douglas: Aurora Rose really, really let me down at Extinction.
Mayne: Did she refuse to validate your parking?
Dan: Noooo… she stabbed us all in the back by pretending to be injured just so that she could set up Axl Evermore. Something she’s definitely going to suffer the repercussions for, especially now that she’s a full fledged Pat Evans supporter.
Billy: So am I, and nothing bad has happened to me. Although I did grow that wart on my anus, I named it Dan, and surprisingly, it has much more personality than you and Nathan Creed combined.
Rumor by Lindsay Lohan starts to play over the speaker system; the lights in the area begin to dim just a little leaving only the stage area fully lit. After about 15 seconds of music is heard before the curtains start to move and out runs the energetic Robin Brooks. She looks refreshed and renewed, as if a tremendous weight has been lifted from her shoulders, thanks to her recent dumping of the World Champion Hurse. She sprints to the middle of the stage as white pyro goes off sending stars above the young wrestler. Red sparklers are now shooting off along the edge of the stage and ram, sparkling off the X-Class title belt that is draped over her shoulder, which was recently returned to her by Psycho. The Fans place their hands together when Robin begins to show some of her talent by doing some of her kick boxing moves. Robin appreciates the attention she is getting and she waves and blows kisses to the crowd to show her thanks for their support. Sprinting down the ramp, as the pryo display begins to fade, she continues to wave and smile at the fans, blowing them kisses or doing a summersault every once in a while. Upon reaching the ring, she slides her belt under the cables then pulls her self up using the ropes, now on the apron; she once again shows her dexterity by flipping over the top rope, twisting in the air and landing a few feet away from the edge of the ring. She steps forward and takes her belt before looking back and forth into the faces of both her hungry challengers, both of them anxious to get this contest started.
Mayne: You want to talk about women who really let people down, look at this lying, manipulative bitch who is notorious, ironically, for going down on all the people she meets. What she did to Hurse was an abomination, it was a sin, or something.
Douglas: I feel so proud of Brooks right now, in stark contrast to Aurora. Here is a woman who for months was mentally abused by Hurse, and finally at Extinction she turned against her oppressor and laid him out with the shooting star press. That was such a significant step for Brooks, who now has the whole world in the palm of her hand.
Billy: Oh I’m sure she’s use to having a lot of circular objects in the palms of her hands.
The fans in the Manhattan Center have wide smiles on their faces at the sight of Brooks, realizing that she’s now finally standing on her own, and proud that she was able to get Hurse off of her back, but now she has another big obstacle in her path. As the bell rings, Aurora, Nathan and Brooks step out of their respective corners and tentatively begin to circle one another. Creed takes a quick step forward and causes Robin to jump back before he turns and rushes across the ring into a chop right to Aurora’s chest. Rose is knocked from her feet and sent crashing down to the canvas while Nathan turns towards Brooks, who comes barreling in. The quick Creed bends down to catch Robin who turns her spine in the direction of the Future, falling back first onto Nathan’s back who stands up quickly. Robin flips over in reverse, landing right on her feet behind Creed then charging forward. She takes him by the back of the head and goes for a face buster only to have her opponent shove her off into the ropes. Brooks turns and hits the cables spine first, but quickly coming back in at Nathan who bends forward again, this time catching her thighs with his palms. He throws her over his head directly at Aurora who was standing up behind him, Robin dropping on top of her shoulders and spinning around into a hurricarana. The crowd responds with a tremendous ovation as Aurora crashes into the ring, Robin getting up quickly and turning towards Nathan who rushes in with a lariat. Robin catches his arm and extends her legs out over his shoulders, wrapping them around the other one before falling back into a crucifix.
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Creed kicks out, rolling over backwards while Robin rolls away from him onto her knees. Nathan gets to his feet and steps forward when Brooks crawls between his legs and turns to face his back, grabbing him by the tights and pulling him over into a school boy.
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Again Nathan kicks out, with the fans really getting into this fast paced opening action. Both athletes rise to their feet as the Future charges forward for one of his stiff chops only to have Brooks duck under it. She turns to face Nathan’s back and lifts her leg into the air, swinging it around for a spinning heel kick. Creed ducks her attempted strike as well though, getting behind her back then turning to face her spine. She spins around with her fists clinched as he puts his dukes up as well, both of them about to go at it once more only to have Aurora come jumping from the top rope, connecting with a double missile dropkick to both of their sternums. The crowd reacts with shock as Nathan and Robin crash to the canvas, Aurora falling onto her back before nipping herself up onto her feet.
Billy: Thank you Aurora, you took out the two people I hate more in life than Oscar the Grouch and Cedric the Entertainer.
Douglas: O…kay. What a fast paced bout we’re kicking off tonight’s telecast with ladies and gentlemen. IWC opening up with another potential show stealing title match, just like we did at Extinction.
Mayne: Every match is a show stealer, it makes me tired, and grumpy.
Aurora steps towards both her opponents, who are lying on the canvas side by side before taking one of their legs under both her arms. She jumps forward and drops back first onto both their sternums with a double knife edge pin.
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They both get their shoulders off the canvas in the nick of time, Aurora dropping onto her seat and immediately becoming miffed. She rolls to her knees and rises to her feet while Nathan and Brooks try their best to get to their feet in front of her. That’s when she turns her back to them and wraps her arms around their necks, rushing forward for a double bulldog. Before she can hit it she’s pushed off by both her opponents, Rose charging into the cables and bouncing off of them. As she comes back in Nathan bends forward to catch her only to have Aurora takes him around the neck and jump into the air, swinging around with a tornado DDT. As she does this she delivers a kick to the back of the now standing Brooks’ head, then pulls Nathan all the way down head first into the canvas. Creed’s skull cracks off the canvas as he tumbles to his back, Robin still staggering around in a highly disorientated state before she finally turns towards her opponent. Aurora immediately goes into a headstand and flips forward out of it before jumping into the air and turning as her heel connects with the face of the Black Widow. Both competitors collapse to the canvas back first, holding their various injuries before Aurora spins around on her back, getting to her knees and crawling into the cover on her laid out opponent.
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Brooks is still capable of lifting her shoulder from the canvas and keeping herself from being pinned. She sits up with a ticked expression on her face until her eyes meet with Nathan’s, who is trying his best to work his way to his feet. He stands up slowly when Aurora comes barreling in only to have Nathan turn and catch her under the arm, delivering a hip toss. She displays tremendous agility as she lands on her feet, bridging over backwards and hooking Creed’s arm then pulling him down into an arm drag. Creed rolls forward across the canvas and turns to his knees when Aurora charges in, jumping into the air for something big only to have Nathan clear out of her way. As a result Aurora lands feet first on the second rope of one of the turnbuckles, Creed stepping up behind her and wrapping his arms about her waist. To the shock of many Creed drops back into a bridging German suplex that dragged Aurora off the corner.
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Robin steps in and grabs Aurora’s legs, pulling up on them and causing her to roll backwards out of the bridge. Her legs end up going to both sides of Brooks’ waist as she lifts her up into the wheelbarrow on her shoulder, Nathan standing up in front of them. Brooks charges forward and throws Aurora seat first on top of the Future, sending him crashing down onto his back with her on top.
Douglas: Robin using her opponent as a weapon, showing some of the ingenuity you’ll find in the X-Class division.
Mayne: I can do this stuff with my eyes closed, my hands tied behind my back, both my legs in casts, and a gagball in my mouth.
Dan: What’s the gagball do?
Billy: Nothing but fulfill and adolescent fantasy.
After her ass was used as a weapon, Aurora rises to her feet only to receive a dropkick to the upper back from Brooks, launching her forward into the turnbuckle. Rose ducks her head as she hits the second rope across the back of it, flipping upward onto her seat upon the top cable. She then falls back and finds herself trapper precariously in the tree of woe, causing a lot of the fans to scoot forward in their chairs, realizing something big is about to happen. With Aurora hanging upside down Brooks backs up and rushes forward almost the full length of the ring, then jumping into the air. With hesitation she dropkicks Rose right to her face while she was still hanging upside down from the turnbuckle, many of the fans cheering as a result. Upon the delivery of the move Rose’s body begins to convulse, Robin rising to her feet in front of her with her arms extended out to her sides and a big smile on her face. She turns just in time to spot Nathan Creed charging in with his head ducked, promptly leap frogging him as he rushes shoulder first directly into the exposed Aurora’s ribs. A groan emanates from Rose while Creed stands up and turns to face Brooks, who delivers a quick, sudden and deadly kick to his abdomen. Nathan is bent forward as a result, grabbing hold of his ribs and groaning in pain before Brooks turns him around and takes him around the neck. They are both facing the turnbuckle which Aurora is hanging upside down from, her legs still trapped around the top rope. Brooks rushes forward and steps up Aurora, reaching the top rope before she pushes herself off into a backwards flip, looking for the Sliced Bread Number 2. Creed reaches out and grabs Aurora’s beltline though, keeping himself upright and causing Rose to drop to her feet behind him. A bit flabbergasted Robin rushes forward only to have Nathan turn, catching her around the waist then dropping back, belly to belly suplexing her into the upside down Rose and the turnbuckle. The fans react with great praise as both Robin and Aurora agonize, Rose falling off the turnbuckle with her hands over her ribs and Brooks gripping at her lower back.
Nathan turns to his elbows and knees then forces himself to his feet, watching and waiting as both Robin and Rose try to stand up. Even with their bodies engulfed in pain, Robin is the first to her feet, falling back first against the turnbuckle, Nathan stepping in and grabbing hold of the hair of Aurora. He forces her to a standing base then places her gut first against his shoulder, lifting her into the air and charging her back first directly into Robin’s mid-section. Both Robin and Rose shout out in pain once again while Aurora staggers forward, her palm pressed to her back. Brooks on the other hand is still resting spine first against the corner, holding her ribs, but not for long as Nathan steps in and moves up the turnbuckle. His seat is planted on the top rope as he takes Robin around the neck, Aurora turning to face them just in time for Creed to jump from the top rope. He soars through the air and connects with a lariat on Rose’s throat while pulling Robin down face first into the canvas with a bulldog off the turnbuckle.
Mayne: Now Nathan is trying to be innovative, doesn’t he know he’s no good at that? Just look at his dialogue!
Douglas: It worked that time with a tremendous offensive move. If he keeps this up we may behold the sight of a new X-Class Champion tonight, Billy. The year started with him losing the belt, it be irony if it ended with him regaining it….. hold on a sec, what is that in the crowd?
The camera only briefly transfers from the ring to a figure standing all hooded and cloaked in black, their identity shrouded entirely. They are located at the forefront of one of the balconies, staring through the shadows of his hood towards the ring and holding a large wooden staff with a bit of flames shooting from the top of it.
Douglas: Is that a druid, or is it Hurse again?
Mayne: I don’t think that’s the World Champion, he got over that whole insatiable Undertaker fad once he got past his fake retirement.
Nathan turns and hooks Robin’s leg for the pinfall, not noticing the druid-esque individual watching from the balcony.
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To fanfare Brooks gets her shoulder off the canvas, Nathan sitting up with a twisted expression on his face. Nonetheless he rises to his feet and spots Aurora trying to stand as well. He steps over her back and delivers a hard clubbing blow to her kidneys, followed by another shot, trying to weaken her as much as possible before he reaches down and takes her around the waist. Creed lifts her up into the air onto her feet then tries to hoist her up for a German only for Rose to slip down his chest, dropping onto her back and lifting her legs into the air. She sticks them under Creed’s armpits and rolls him forward, sitting on his chest and holding down the back of his legs.
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Nathan rolls over sideways and wraps his arms around Aurora’s legs in the process. They end up with Aurora lying on her chest and stomach while Creed gets to his knees behind her, holding onto the legs. He stands up and pulls the legs backwards around his waist, lifting her up again into a wheelbarrow as Rose locks her arm around the back of his head. Creed is pulled forward into a face buster from the wheelbarrow position. The crowd responds with shock as Nathan rolls onto his back as a result, clutching at his face. Aurora remains seated on the canvas as Robin begins to stand up in front of her, still holding her face as she staggers in. Rose turns her body, wraps her legs around Robin’s ankle and drop toe holds her forward right on top of Nathan’s sternum, Aurora rolling away from them onto her feet. She now rushes forward and jumps into the air, before delivering a devastating double stomp to Robin’s back, thus driving her down hard into Creed. Aurora rolls forward and onto her feet immediately afterwards with her confidence building.
Douglas: After taking all those devastating spots in the corner, Rose is finally answering back with a brutal double stomp onto her stacked opponents.
Mayne: Stacked, were you alluding to Robin Brook’s cup size? Because I can assure you Nathan has far bigger bosoms.
As pain courses through her spinal column, Robin rolls off of Nathan, both of them laid out after that vicious move. A smiling, chuckling Aurora moves towards her two prone opponents, ready to feast on their remains. She takes hold of Robin’s wrist, forcing her up to her feet then whipping her across the ring directly into one of the turnbuckles. Her back hits against it hard before Aurora comes barreling across the ring and jumping into the air, hitting her with a lariat to the throat. Brooks’ legs shoot up into the air yet her feet fall right back down to the canvas, somehow maintaining a standing base. Aurora now turns towards Creed, who is struggling to reach a standing base. With a display of her agility, Aurora goes into a cartwheel across the canvas, landing on her feet then flipping forward off of them right on top of Nathan’s shoulders for a hurricarana. However, Nathan rushes forward, clutching her in a powerbomb position, unaware that Brooks is back flipped up onto the top rope. She stands then launches herself off into a missile dropkick right to Aurora’s back, knocking them down into a reverse powerbomb of sorts, Rose’s face crashing into the canvas. Creed’s back strikes the ring with force while the Black Widow rolls across the ring towards the cables, getting under them before she rises to her feet. She takes hold of the top rope and jumps onto it before springing off into a 450 splash that sends her crashing right on top of Nathan. With quickness she hooks his leg.
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No! Nathan kicks out with just a few spare moments, the fans reacting with a highly mixed ovation. The X-Class Champion is rendered stunned by this kick out as she rolls to her knees and turns in the direction of Aurora who is trying to get to her feet in front of her. Robin goes into a head stand as her legs wrap around the back of Aurora’s neck, pulling herself up into a seated position on top of Rose’s shoulders. She drops forward and rolls her opponent up into a victory roll.
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Douglas: Robin with a series of unique pinning predicaments, displaying her incredible agility.
Mayne: Oh yeah, give me an extra rib and no crotch and see what I can do.
Dan: You already have one of those physical abnormalities Billy, I’ll let you guess which one.
As Robin works her way to her feet, Aurora does the same, both individuals racing each other to an upright base to obtain even the slightest semblance of an advantage. As soon as they stand Rose steps forward and jumps into the air for a front dropkick at Brooks, who steps forward under her legs and drops down into a sit-out powerbomb counter. Robin buries her shoulders into the back of Aurora’s thighs for the pinfall.
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Nathan rushes into the fray and delivers a stiff, sickening boot right to the back of Robin’s head, breaking the three count quickly. The fans react with groans as Brooks grabs at her skull and rolls across the canvas, wincing in pain. Nathan, who seems to have gotten his second wind, steps forward and takes hold of Aurora’s ankle, lifting up on it and sending her rolling over backwards onto her feet. As soon as she stands up, Creed takes her across the sternum and lifts her up into the air before delivering a vicious, brutal urangi spinebuster right across his knee. Nathan keeps his arm draped over her sternum though, dragging her up off of his knee and back to her feet before dropping back with an overhead release exploder suplex. The body of Pat Evan’s faithful partner collides viciously with the canvas while Nathan rolls quickly to his knees, glaring at Robin who is utilizing the ropes to drag herself to her feet. He comes barreling in now and delivers a lariat straight to her throat, sending Brooks flipping over the ropes in reverse, but surprisingly grabbing hold of the top rope as she lands feet first on the apron. Nathan turns back around to face her and comes charging in when Brooks flips forward, landing across her thighs on Creed’s shoulders for a hurricarana. Nathan quickly pushes her legs off of his shoulders and sends her flipping back over the ropes in reverse, landing feet first on the apron once again. As soon as she stands up, Nathan jumps into the air and connects with a stiff dropkick right to her face. The impact echoes throughout the arena as Robin is sent flying off the apron, turning and slamming against the barricade sternum first. The fans groan as she tumbles off the barricade and onto her back, clutching at her sternum in pain.
Mayne: Hahahaha, I hope Robin’s implants just burst.
Douglas: Robin Brooks does not have implants.
Billy: Everyone does, you honestly didn’t think my testicles were naturally this big did you?
Billy: Put those away!
The crowd is still gasping over the way her frame struck the barricade as Brooks slowly turns back towards the ring, Nathan now holding onto the top rope, about to take flight and take her out of the equation for good. Just as she turns towards the ring Nathan jumps onto the top cable feet first only to have Aurora rush up behind him and deliver a dropkick to the upper most cable. Nathan slips as a result and comes crashing down back first into the ring with a hard, painful thud. The agonizing Aurora grips at her back as she crawls towards Nathan, burying her shoulders against the back of his legs and putting her feet up over the second rope for leverage. The referee doesn’t see it as he makes the count.
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Nathan is still able to power his shoulder up off the canvas, sending the fans into a loud frenzy. Aurora drops to her knees and slams the sides of her fists against the canvas, becoming irate over the fact that she’s yet to obtain the X-Class title. She tries not to let it adversely effect her though as she rises to her feet and takes hold of a ball of Nathan’s hair, forcing him up to his feet. She turns her back towards him and wraps her arm around his neck, pointing straight at the cables, setting up for the Sinful Desires, prepared to finish him off this way. Aurora charges forward to deliver the move when Creed shoves Rose off, freeing his head from the side headlock. Rose charges into the cables as a result, bouncing off and coming back in before she dives forward, her head clonking against Nathan’s as both competitors spill to the canvas as a result. The sounds of skull connecting with skull shocks the fans, who cover their mouths, only for their screams to get through the cracks of their fingers at the sight of Robin Brooks scaling one of the turnbuckles. She climbs onto the apron and sluggishly makes her way up to the top rope, glaring down at both athletes who are spread across the canvas and seemingly picking her spot, just like at last Sunday’s Extinction. She finds who she’s looking for and takes flight, soaring through the air and coming down on top of Aurora Rose with the shooting star press. The entire arena erupts into a wave of cheers as she hooks the leg of her long time rival.
Douglas: Robin with the Flying Star!!
Mayne: Damn her, and her overblown acrobatics.
The referee slides in and makes the count with quickness.
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The fans rejoice, everyone going nuts over what they just witnessed while Robin rolls off of Aurora, holding her ribs and having the X-Class title belt slid into her.
Douglas: Robin Brooks has done it, she’s retained the X-Class title again in this intense triple threat encounter.
Mayne: Dammit, why can’t this year end on a positive note?
The fans are really celebrating now as Robin Brooks slowly forces herself to her feet, doubled over in pain however. Just as she gets up though, out of nowhere a boot is launched into the side of her face, the fans reacting with repulsion at the sight of Pat Evans now in the ring. The Submission title is hanging from the palm of his hand as he begins to stomp Brooks over the back repeatedly, with blow after blow.
Douglas: Oh come on, Pat Evans is out here assaulting Robin Brooks after her hellacious title defense. He and Aurora sure do have some sour grapes don’t they?
Mayne: I hate sour grapes, they’re too, well, sour. But Evans is perfectly justified in what he’s doing, he’s out here to teach Robin a lesson, that there are consequences for your actions. Maybe it will benefit her in the long run, just like it did Aurora.
Dan: Somebody get security out here and remove this piece of slime from the ring, please.
Brooks tries to get up but Pat quickly stomps her to the back of the head once again, knocking her right down to the canvas. He stands over her, glaring down with those same, cold stoic eyes before he’s grabbed by the shoulder and spun around by Nathan Creed, who delivers a stiff, sickening chop right across his sternum. The fans rejoice as Evans is staggered by the blow, Nathan delivering a second chop that is lobbed right across his sternum. Pat was completely caught off guard as he backs into the ropes, trying to keep himself up with chop after chop being launched across his sternum, from Nathan who shockingly is coming to the aid of Robin Brooks, or is just disgusted by this underhanded assault. With Creed wearing Evans out with the chops he has no clue that Aurora is on his feet, but quickly learns of her upright presence when she rushes up behind and drops down into a forearm directly to the back of his knee. Creed buckles and tumbles over in reverse onto his back, grabbing at his knee which definitely had to have been tweaked by that impact. Pat steps forward and begins to stomp at Creed repeatedly while Aurora stands up and begins to do the same. Both athletes are wearing Creed out with stomps, Nathan unable to get up and defend himself at this point.
Douglas: Nathan Creed shockingly just came to Robin Brooks’ aid, mostly because I guess he was tired of all this tomfoolery occurring after his matches, but now he’s being assaulted by Pat Evans and Aurora Rose.
Mayne: Make him suffer, make him feel intolerable cruelty for sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.
The crowd is screaming for Creed to get up as the assault continues only for Evans to now bends forward and take Nathan by the ankle, rolling him over onto his chest and stomach. His leg is lifted up into the air as he’s placed in the ankle lock, Creed getting to his elbows and roaring in pain while Aurora drops down in front of him. They are eye to eye with Rose shouting into Nathan’s face.
Aurora: This is your lesson Nathan, don’t stick your nose into matters that don’t involve you if your not willing to pay the price!
Still roaring in pain as his ankle is twisted at repeatedly Nathan finds no quick escape for his tired, aching body, his ankle almost being shattered in the arms of Evans. That’s when, to a huge reaction, Orlando Cruze comes charging down the ramp straight towards the ring, everyone putting their hands together as a result. Cruze slides into the ring, jumps to his feet then storms right towards Aurora. Rose has gotten to her feet and is charging directly into a closed fist from Cruze which takes her down to the canvas across her back.
Douglas: It’s Orlando Cruze, he’s coming out to the aid of his tag team partner Creed!
Mayne: This is madness, why does he feel the need to get involved every time Creed gets in a scrape that he can’t get himself out of?
Pat breaks the ankle lock and rushes forward only to run right into the closed fist of the Icon, who is slugging him repeatedly across the jaw and backing him towards the cables. All the while Aurora rises to her feet in a sluggish manner only to have Robin rush across the ring and drive her shoulder directly into Rose’s ribs, powering her backwards into the corner. Aurora throws forearms over the fighting Brooks’ back, as she repeatedly thrusts her shoulder into her ribs. Pat is taken down with a devastating closed fist to his jaw, rolling across the canvas then getting back to his feet. As soon as he stands another right hand sends him back down to the canvas, the fans erupting into cheers at the sight of this. Suddenly Desolation slides into the ring, having rushed from the back and dropping his tag team title belt to the canvas as he steps up to the side of the bent forward Brooks. He delivers a double axehandle over her back, knocking her down to her knees then turning towards Orlando who spins to face him just in time to be taken down to the canvas with a hard running lariat from his former mentor.
Mayne: Yes! Yes, now Desolation is out here!
Douglas: As reported all week on IWC.com, Desolation has been repeatedly inferring that if Hurse is unable to deal with Robin’s insolence then he’d handle it himself, which is exactly what he’s doing right now. This opening match has erupted into outright insanity.
The Dark Man pays little attention to his former protégé as he turns towards Robin who is arching her back as she spins away from the dazed Aurora, still pressed against the corner. Desolation rushes forward and hits her with a hard back elbow to the face, knocking her down to the canvas as a result. All the while Evans steps forward and places his boot directly to Orlando’s throat, pushing down on his knee and choking him as a result. Cruze kicks his legs, trying to push the foot off his carotid artery as taking place on the opposite side of the ring, Desolation has crouched forward, clutching hold of his tag team title belt. There is almost no emotion in the eyes of his twisted face as he waits for the struggling Brooks to reach her feet, intending to take her head off with his championship. He snarls in the process, deeply enjoying the concept of removing Brooks’ pretty little head with his gold when the crowd starts to scream once more at the sight of Jon Rich rushing down the ramp, Axl Evermore following closely behind him.
Billy: No, what the hell are these two doing coming down here!?!
Douglas: Jon Rich and Axl Evermore rushing to the ring to throw themselves into this chaotic fray!
From the corner of his eye Desolation spots Rich sliding into the ring behind him, quickly spinning around and swinging the title belt at his skull as a result. Rich ducks it as Desolation spins all the way around back to face Jon, who begins to rifle off fist after fist directly into his jaw. The fans are going absolutely insane at the sight of these two brawling with one another again, given the lengthy history that has transpired between themselves thus far. Desolation is staggered with blow after blow lobbed against his jaw before he spins around and hits a hard kick right to Rich’s ribs, doubling him over forward. Desolation then steps forward and delivers a hard upward kick right to his face, the stiff strike echoing throughout the arena and sending Rich staggering backwards. Pat Evans is still strangling Orlando with his foot before he turns towards Evermore who charges in and spears him directly to the ribs. As a result Evans is taken off of his feet and sent crashing onto his back, Axl climbing on top of him and delivering repeated punches to Pat’s face. Each jab is landed with incredible force right across Evans’ features before he catches his arm, pushing him over onto his back and rolling on top of him, reversing positions. The Submission Champion is now punching the Cartel title holder to his features, busting them up as a result. With Rich still staggering, Desolation charges forward with the gold still clutched in his hand only to walk into a stiff spinning heel kick to the sternum and face. As a result of the collision the Dark Man tumbles onto his back, Rich rolling across the canvas with a fury emanating from his features. He stands up and takes hold of the tag title belt that the Dark Man dropped, slowly lifting it into the air when a hand grabs his shoulder. Jon spins around and stops himself just in the nick of time, right before he could swing Desolation’s tag title strap into the face of a concerned, battered Robin Brooks. The two of them gaze at each other in confusion for several moments, as if Rich is still debating taking off the head of his former tag team partner with his belt.
Before any further contemplation can be made, Rich is hit with a lariat to the back of the head, knocking him down to the canvas thanks to Desolation. Robin turns in time to spot Aurora coming off the second rope of the turnbuckle and hitting her with a dropkick to the sternum, knocking her to the canvas as a result. Aurora crawls towards Brooks and places her in a side headlock of sorts as she begins to punch her repeatedly to the face. This continues until she looks up towards Nathan who steps in and delivers a boot directly to her face. Rose is knocked onto her back while Creed falls into the cables side first for support. Orlando has regained his footing and steps over Pat Evans’ back as he continued to mount Evermore with punches, reaching and digging his fingers into the eyes of the Submission Champion. Pat roars in pain as he’s pulled up to his feet by Cruze who is gouging at his eyes, almost ripping them out of their sockets. As he shouts out in pain Orlando drags him backwards and places him in a modified version of the rear naked choke, almost a Kokina Clutch. Evans flails his arms and tries to escape as Cruze cuts the air off to his head, Evermore rolling backwards to his feet then charging forward for a spear. Pat slips free and clears out of the way as Evermore accidentally spears the Icon right to the ribs, taking him down to the canvas as a result. A stunned Axl stares down at Cruze, unable to believe what he just did.
Douglas: Evermore speared Cruze!
Mayne: Hahahaha, that was great, that was more hilarious than the plot to Elizabethtown.
In pain the Icon rolls around the ring clutching at his ribs, Evermore standing up before he turns towards Evans who steps in and begins to slug him to the face repeatedly. Axl responds with shots of his own before the fans start to react with even more cheers at the sight of Killjoy and Psycho rushing down the ramp in the direction of the ring.
Mayne: Oh no, do we really need more people adding to the insanity, especially two individuals who are well, clinically insane?
With the fans screaming loudly, Killjoy and Psycho slide into the ring and immediately get themselves involved in the fray. Killjoy moves towards Nathan as he reaches down and grabs Robin by the shoulder, actually trying to help her up before he’s spun around by the former Annihilation World Champion. Killjoy kicks him to the gut, not caring who’s a friend and who’s a foe at this point as he throws forearms into the sides of Nathan’s head. Creed turns and chops Killjoy, who responds with a chop of his own. Evermore ducks an attempted punch from Evans and catches him around the neck, dropping down into a reverse neckbreaker to some cheers from the crowd. Both men wince in pain while Axl rises to his feet, getting up right in time for Psycho to run across the ring, driving his shoulder into his ribs and lifting him up off the canvas. Axl is charged across the ring and driven spine first with authority against one of the turnbuckles, all the air being knocked from his lungs as a result. Psycho stands up straight and delivers a lethal headbunt to the skull of the Cartel Champion. Half the roster is in the ring battling it out at this point, with everyone on their feet screaming loudly. As Killjoy and Creed continue to chop one another to each other’s sternums they forget about everything else going on around them only to receive a cruel reminder. Creed is attacked from behind by Aurora with a clubbing blow over the upper back, while Killjoy is spun around by Desolation, who begins to deliver right hands into his face repeatedly. Killjoy fires back with his own shots as well, Orlando rising to his knees in the center of the ring with his wrapped about his ribs, watching all of this insanity unfold all around him. Robin is also watching this chaos unfold as she utilizes the ropes to reach her feet, while the rising Jon Rich and the struggling Pat Evans find themselves coming to blows with one another.
Aurora steps back once she has Nathan against the ropes and rushes forward for a discus lariat only to have Creed bend forward and back drop her over the cables. Aurora tumbles to the outside mats while Nathan begins to stagger forward into the battle being fought between Rich and Evans. As soon as he steps towards him, both men instinctively turn and deliver a double thrust kick right under his jaw. Creed is sent reeling backwards into the ropes, spilling over them backwards and crashing to the mats alongside Aurora who is trying to stand up. Evans turns back towards Rich and kicks him to the gut before whipping him across the ring past the kneeling Cruze into the ropes. He bounces off and comes back in towards Pat who throws a lariat only to have Jon duck it, rushing across the ring and diving through the ropes into a suicide headbunt. He connects with both Aurora Rose and Nathan Creed, taking all three individuals down onto the outside mats.
Douglas: There are bodies flying everywhere in this out of control brawl, which has quickly escalated into a war in the middle of that ring.
Mayne: And to think, this all spawned from a triple threat match for the X-Class title. I didn’t even think people cared about that belt anymore.
All three individuals begin to stand up on the outside of the ring, once again brawling with each other while Axl ducks another headbunt from Psycho in the corner. This causes the Psychotic One to crack skull first against the turnbuckle, turning and falling spine first against it before Evermore jumps into the air, dropping him to the chest then flipping over backwards onto his feet. He shows remarkably agility as he lands in an upright base after the dropkick then flips over in reverse into a pele to the face of Evans, who was trying to sneak in behind him. Evans is knocked to the canvas with force while Evermore nips up onto his feet then rushes across the ring and jumps over the top rope, twisting in mid-air as he goes into a moonsault which sends him crashing on top of Nathan Creed, Jon Rich and Aurora Rose on the outside of the ring. The fans react with tremendous praise as all four individuals come crashing down to the mats, Axl stepping forward and slapping his chest as a result. He backs towards the ring, looking truly proud of himself but unaware that Orlando is running across the ring and dropping down into a baseball slide dropkick to Evermore’s back. Axl is sent charging forward and turning as he is driven shoulder first directly into the steel plated barricade.
The fans are cheering wildly as Orlando utilizes the cables to begin dragging himself up to his feet only to turn towards Psycho who has come rushing out of the corner and diving forward into a headbunt right to the Icon’s ribs. Orlando is lifted off of his feet and thrown back across the ring while the deranged Psycho rises to his feet, his eyes turning towards Desolation and Killjoy continuing to fight it out amongst one another. They are really coming to blows before Psycho rushes up behind the Dark Man, taking him around the waist and snapping over backwards into a German suplex that sends him crashing violently into the canvas. Desolation flips over in reverse as a result onto his chest and stomach, reaching for his ailing spine while Psycho gets to his feet. He quickly turns towards Killjoy, both men meeting eye to eye with one another before they bolt across the ring and simultaneously flip forward over the ropes. Both Killjoy and Psycho connect with a pancha over the cables on top of Evermore, Creed, Rich and Aurora. All six individuals find their way crashing into the mats with tremendous force, the fans reacting loudly with a great deal of praise as a result. Aurora convulses before she finds her way rolling towards the nearest turnbuckle, throwing herself against it and utilizing it to pull herself to her feet. The fans have already found themselves standing and going into a loud “IWC” chant at the sight of all this chaos commencing here to start off Riot!
Douglas: Now Psycho and Killjoy showing some tandem offense by diving over the ropes with a double somersault pancha; both men surprisingly agile for their size.
Mayne: How can this thing get anymore chaotic? How I ask, how!?!
Robin sluggishly begins to pull herself up the ropes, while Aurora has climbed up onto the apron, trying to force herself up into the parallel turnbuckle. The crowd is screaming as both women start to reach the top, inside of the ring Orlando has risen to his feet, appearing prepared for a dive to the outside himself, which is completely uncharacteristic for the Icon. He hops up and down in place then turns as he rushes across the ring, running right into a hard lariat across the throat from Evans, who had just reached his feet. The Icon crashes onto his back as a result while Pat steps forward, his eyes cutting to the outside of the ring and a devilish grin forming on his face. He begins to hop up and down, as if preparing for something as he rushes across the squared circle and begins to dive over the top rope into all the bodies lining the outside mats. Instead of doing it however, he stops abruptly and looks up at the fans with a smirk on his face, lifting his middle fingers into the air and receiving a loud series of boos from the sold out audience. Evans shakes his head, clearly not going for a dive to please the fans when he turns back towards Orlando who catches him across the chest. Pat is hoisted into the air and driven against the canvas with the Rock Bottom, the tune from the fans changing drastically as a result.
Douglas: The Rock Bottom on Evans!
Mayne: What did he do to deserve that? The man is not tinkerbell, he shouldn’t be expected to dive all around the ring.
Evermore has escaped the fray on the outside of the ring, rolling onto his side upon the apron while Robin Brooks and Aurora Rose both stand up on opposite turnbuckles then fly off into a double shooting star press. They both come down at the same time onto the swarm of competitors lining the outside mats. Everyone comes crashing down under them as a result while the fans watch on breathless, many still able to scream a loud “holy shit” chant.
Douglas: Robin and Aurora with stereo shooting star presses!
Mayne: This madness knows no ends. Do we not have security guards here, or are they just too disgruntled that they’re paid with old Lethal Weapon DVDs that they won’t come out here.
Orlando rises to his feet all fired up before he turns right into one of the most sickeningly stiff superkicks that’s ever been heard, connecting straight with his jaw and launched from Desolation. The Dark Man turns as Orlando crashes onto his back, grabbing at his jaw and rolling across the ring in tremendous pain. The Alpha Generation member and co-owner of the tag team titles steps forward, bending down over the Icon and lecturing him just like he use to when he was his mentor. Finally the Dark Man turns and finds himself eye to eye with Axl Evermore, the crowd reacting with a loud ovation at he sight of these two being face to face with one another.
Douglas: Oh my, Desolation and Axl Evermore are face to face with one another yet again, will we finally see these two come to blows with one another?
Mayne: I’ve been waiting to see Desolation kick Axl’s ass since the moment he stepped foot in the IWC, now we’re finally going to witness his utter destruction.
The Dark Man and Evermore continue to glare into each other’s eyes, waiting for one another to make a move, to throw that first all important blow. The tension is mounting between them with the crowd getting very anxious as Axl clinches his fist, ready for a war. Desolation begins to raise his knuckles when security personal dressed in full riot gear slide into the ring and rush around into the sea of battling enemies at ringside. Sallie and Krissie’s private security force move right up behind Evermore, one of them placing a baton around his throat and pulling him backwards across the ring. Many of the other guards build a wall behind Axl and the Dark Man, ensuring they can’t get at each other as Desolation watches on with no emotion on his face whatsoever. The baton wielding guards surround Orlando as well, who was utilizing the cables to pull himself to his knee, holding his jaw as he looks around into the darkened glass shields over their faces. On the outside of the ring many individuals are being physically pulled apart by this small army of security guards.
Douglas: Finally, someone is trying to restore order out here after one of the most chaotic openings to Riot! I think we’ve ever seen.
Mayne: And this is only the beginning of tonight’s telecast? What else is going to happen on the last show of 2007?
Evermore is almost being strangled by the security guard holding a baton against his throat, yet he doesn’t care, all he is concerned with is getting free and getting his hands on Desolation. The Dark Man continues to stare through the guards right into the face of the Fully Loaded member.
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The show comes back live with the lyrics of Gone Forever continuing to play in the background, slowly starting to die out. This tune is in conjunction with the arrival of both Sallie and Krissie, respectively known as S.K, occupying the center of the ring, standing just a few feet away from a silver briefcase left in one of the corners. Neither women appears very happy with what just occurred out here, the massive brawl that involved half of the IWC roster, hence the presence of a small army of riot officers surrounding the ring. They are grouped shoulder to shoulder in a straight line pattern around each side of the squared circle, batons being patted against their gloved palms and their faces obscured by the protective glass shields connected to their helmets.
Douglas: What a crazy turn of events you missed if your just joining us here tonight on Riot! We just witnessed one of the most outrageous brawls I think I’ve ever seen.
Mayne: That was a bigger clusterfuck than that midget porn film I rented, but only half as entertaining.
Dan: Well since security broke it up both Sallie and Krissie have been standing in the center of that ring, and neither of them are happy.
Billy: Can you blame them, the show just degenerated into pure anarchy.
Both ladies glare around at the fans who are shouting some rather disrespectful things at them. They fail to care however, just giving their haters up turned lips and foul expressions while clutching microphones in their grasps.
Sallie: Surprise, surprise, we turn our backs for five minutes and half the roster comes out here to try and kill each other with a bunch of flippy moves that you’d expect to see a disgruntled teen do on his backyard trampoline. Well far be it from us to tolerate what we just witnessed out here, therefore we’ve come to this ring to put our foot down against the individuals responsible for that brawl.
Krissie steps up to Sallie’s side and drapes her arm over her shoulders while slowly lifting the mic to her sour expression.
Krissie: We know who incited all this chaos out here tonight, and it’s about time we really asserted our authority to ensure that these delinquents no longer get away with it.
Douglas: Well I’m glad to see that something in finally being done about Pat Evans and Aurora Rose. Those two have been out of control for weeks now….
Sallie: That’s right, Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed, don’t think we’re blind, don’t think we didn’t know it was the two of you who caused all this chaos out here tonight.
Dan: WHAT!?!
Mayne: Shhh, Dan, women with titties speaking.
The crowd starts to boo, immediately offended by this accusation that Orlando and Nathan had anything to do with starting that big fight in the ring, considering the Icon was merely coming to his partner’s aid when he attacked Pat Evans. Neither Sallie nor Krissie our alerted to their blatant idiocy, choosing not to adhere to the disapproval of the roaring crowd, instead staying focused.
Krissie: If you two think you can run around here being anarchists your mistaken, sadly, sadly mistaken. We won’t stand for such shenanigans any longer. If you thought you’ve seen the worse from us, just wait, till about, right now actually.
A big, yet devious smile emerges on her face, as Sallie chuckles ever so devilishly.
Sallie: You heard us correctly boys, for you see, even though we’ve got many miserable concepts in store for you, such as the secret I can drop on the fans at any moment concerning your deepest, darkest deception Orlando, we’re going to hold off and only put one plan into fruition tonight.
Krissie: I couldn’t have said it any better if I had a thesaurus and three glasses of red wine in me.
McMorris curls Sallie’s hair while she leans her head affectionately in her direction.
McMorris: You two think you can get away with anything you want because your so damned adorable….um, I mean, such big stars?
Nervously Krissie looks in the direction of her co-boss, who is giving her a twisted, confused glare.
Krissie: Well we’re about to remind you that stardom means nothing. Because even though you’ve been trying for months to lobby to get Too Magnificent’s job back, via petitions, and kissing the fat asses of these fans, who could so definitely use some thigh-masters, it’s all for not. Since he was unmasked as El Magnifico, it brings me tremendous, overwhelming joy to say these words and terminate his job for a second time.
She looks down straight into the camera, almost rejoicing in the process.
Krissie: Too Magnificent, sweety, for the second time, and the last time, your fired!
A loud reaction consisting of boos is heard throughout the arena, echoing from the walls as the fans find themselves truly upset.
Douglas: Oh what bullshit is this? Firing the man and publicly disgracing him once wasn’t enough?
Mayne: No, it should be an annual event. As if you should even have the slightest bit of remorse for him Dan, he deceived us all with his lies.
Dan: He was forced to lie in the first place because he was fired.
Billy: I will no longer take part in this circular argument, as long as your willing to admit I’m right, we’re on the same page.
Krissie waves her hand towards her face, as if overcome with emotion now that those words emanated from deep within. Overwhelmed with pride Sallie steps over and pats her on the back, rubbing it ever so softly while lifting her microphone to her lips.
Sallie: Having power is just so wonderful. Now that we’ve gotten rid of some dead weight, let’s bring out the man responsible for Too Magnificent’s departure, the same individual who tonight will similarly handle our issue with Orlando Cruze. Ladies and gentlemen, put your hands together for the recipient of the $50,000 bounty for unmasking Magnificent, the one, the only, Scott Gray-Harris!
A loud negative response commences from the fans, all of them rising and bombarding the entry way with their hostility. Sallie and Krissie clap proudly though as the slow beat of the bass guitar begins to play through the speakers as the lights gently lower around the arena, the beat is hard but the pace of it brings a peaceful aura over the place for a moment. The fans just stand to there feet and look up the ramp at the smiling face of Scott Gray-Harris appears on the big screen, his eyes as evil as any Gray an his physical presence clearly as domineering as his father once was.
"Dirty little secret
He wears an expensive suit showing the wealth that he comes from, the words of the song now opening up as his name slowly appears over the big screen in place of his face, in those moment flakes and sparkles drop from the top of the stage around the entrance curtains hitting the ground and seemingly bouncing on impact before disappearing.
"Drift among the faithfull
Suddenly the chorus explodes through the speakers and rockets fire from the stage exploding above the fans as they watch on, louder now, trying to get there opinions of the man entering the arena above the sound of his entrance music.
"Do you remember me?
When your world’s come crashing down
Suddenly he steps out as the music is in full flow, he walks through the curtains, his arms raised to his sides with very dapper duds adorning his perfectly proportioned body. The extravagant suit hangs from his frame as he spins in circles on the stage, allowing many camera shots to be taken of every inch of his frame. He is really playing up to the loud, rather negative reception that he is receiving, basking in the glory of the spotlight much like he’s done throughout his countless years.
Mayne: You think Scott Gray-Harris will give me an autograph. I want to do it now before he defeats Orlando Cruze later tonight, that way I can get it for cheaper.
Douglas: The man charges for his autographs?
Billy: You expect him to give them out for free? This isn’t like asking Nathan Creed for an autograph Dan, this is a real celebrity, he’s the King of the Free People!
Dan: I don’t care what show he is on, who he’s related to, and who he thinks he is, he has no excuse for passing judgment on the IWC since he’s debuted, and for removing the mask of El Magnifico at Extinction.
Harris continues to be amused by his reception, not even hearing the boos as he moves to the stairs and makes his way up them onto the apron. The armor clad guards clear out of the way, making a hole for him to enter the ring. He steps across them in confident strides while removing his shades as he overlooks the screaming fans, motioning towards some of the more attractive females and insisting the older ones get out of his way to obtain a better look. All the while both Sallie and Krissie are standing in the ring clapping and smiling widely, overwhelmed with joy at the sight of his presence. He slips into the ring while Sallie approaches the briefcase, picking it up and Krissie properly greets the son of Lethal Weapon.
Krissie: Mr. Gray-Harris, let me first say that it’s an honor to truly meet you. I mean, I know Sallie and I signed you to a contract personally, but we never had the chance to properly meet. I happen to be a big fan of your show.
Scott doesn’t appear amused by this shameless gushing yet extends his hand outward nevertheless, a microphone being handed to him through the ropes. It’s planted in his free palm.
Scott: Go ahead, you can kiss it.
McMorris: Really?
Her face lights up at the prospect as she reaches out and grabs the well manicured fingers of Scott, bowing down gracefully before him and planting a kiss on his knuckles. She now steps back, almost giddy over having put her lips on such a celebrity. Scott on the other hand acts indifferent and rather bored by this tedium.
Scott: Now ladies, although I have a lot of things I’d like to say to you about the current state of this company, I’m afraid my time is a little fleeting, because apparently I need to be grooming myself for my match later tonight. So let’s say you just pay me now for gladly getting rid of that destructive element that was El Magnifico, and let’s get this over with. Not that I need the money, but I charge this much for public appearances, and since this is just as time consuming, I might as well as receive payment.
Sallie: But of course, we wouldn’t dream of keeping you from preparing for your match tonight, as we’ll quite enjoy seeing you defeat Orlando Cruze.
Harris: Yeah, yeah, the money already.
His finger moves in a circular motion while Krissie continues to stand in a state of astonishment, her cheeks red at the sight of Scott Gray-Harris. Sallie steps forward and extends the suitcase full of cash out in the direction of celebrity turned wrestler, anxiously bestowing the well earned money onto him. He takes the cash being awarded to him for publicly unmasking Magnifico and lifts it up and down, overlooking it with slight scrutiny.
Harris: Feels about right. I guess I’ll trust you. Well, bye.
He briefly overlooks both smiling ladies and winks a little in Krissie’s direction almost making her wet herself with excitement. Turning he begins to vacate the squared circle when “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell blasts the PA system and sends the fans into a huge uproar, everyone going absolutely insane as with no hesitation, Orlando Cruze strolls through the curtains onto the stage. Marching out beside him is Nathan Creed who hobbles a little and grips at the back of his neck, the Icon also holding his ribs, both men badly damaged after the events that transpired at the opening of the show.
Douglas: Things are really starting to pick up now. Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed have marched out here, the mortal enemies of S.K, as well as Scott Gray-Harris’ opposition tonight.
Mayne: Things aren’t picking up, if anything Orlando inspires downers, not uppers. He’s just like alcohol.
Dan: Nevertheless, you know these two have something that needs to be said about these little festivities.
Scott Gray-Harris has his leg over the middle rope with the suitcase still hanging from his palm while he glares at both men on the stage, a slight smirk on his face. He wasn’t expecting to be cut off, but now that he has the audacity amuses him, especially the look he’s receiving from the Icon, the very many his father went to war with some years ago. Orlando is glaring right at his former rival and hero’s son, possibly thinking the apple has fallen far from the tree while he slowly lifts a microphone to his lips. All the while Nathan is puckering up his lips and winking in the direction of Krissie, who seems to becoming physical ill. Sallie’s body shakes at the sight of the Icon.
Orlando: What a nice little gathering of scum we have here in the ring tonight. I swear, I didn’t think they could force so much shit into the squared circle at once.
His hand is extended outward in the direction of the squared circle while Scott chuckles to himself, even more amused than ever, perhaps taking it as an honor to be ridiculed by the Icon. Sallie mumbles obscenities beneath her breath, growing even more angry and vengeful the longer Orlando’s dialogue commences.
Cruze: And yet, the ring is still devoid of class and talent. Hell, Mike Tyson has more class than these people, Nathan.
Creed begs for the microphone to be brought towards his lips, which it is, as he leans in to say something.
Nathan: There’s probably more talent on the Miami Dolphins than there is in the ring.
Cheers emanate from the fans, many of which clapping over this reference to the worse football team currently in the NFL. Finally Sallie has had enough as she storms forward, lifting her trembling microphone to her lips.
Sallie: Do either of you two have a point, or have you just out here to hear the sounds of your own voices? I swear we’ve had about enough of you two…
Orlando: Sallie, please, please, lower the estrogen level a bit and listen. Nathan and I aren’t going anywhere, and that’s a guarantee. For you see, you two think you came here to make our lives a living hell, but it’s quite the opposite, it’s your lives we’re destroying to tremendous delight. We beat your boys in the steel cage match at Extinction, and tonight, I’ll beat your new little boy toy, and obtain a measure of revenge for what he did to Too Magnificent. And what's with you Scott? I thought being the son of Lethal Weapon would endow you with just a little bit of honor and respect, but are you seriously in this just for the money?
Scott shrugs his shoulders and raises the briefcase into the air, directing his finger towards it.
Orlando: Hmmm, maybe I was a little pre-emptive in my decision to hold my hand out to you and offer some guidance. But maybe tonight when I get done whipping your ass from piller to post, you'll learn the error of your ways, and who you should really be associating with here in the IWC. For you see, Sallie and Krissie, all your best laid plans are going to be ruined by yours truly, and that trend will continue until I have the World Heavyweight Championship around my waist yet again. Something that nobody, not AWOL, and especially not the two of you will be able to change.
Scott shakes his head and mouths the words “I hate to disagree,” while behind him Sallie seems to have just got a thought, a wonderfully twisted one at that. She has her finger lifted to her chin while she blinks her eyes and smiles slightly.
Sallie: You know, that just gave me an idea.
Orlando: Wow, and you didn’t even need to lye on your back to get it.
Again the fans laugh and cheer, Scott even chuckling a little while Sallie bites her lower lip, becoming infuriated. Krissie pats her on the shoulder and tries to keep her calm enough to make her announcement.
Sallie: Enough of your dirty one liners Cruze. You don’t want to interrupt me when I have such an important announcement to make, one that will effect your future.
Orlando feigns interest, as does Nathan, who does so in between yawning.
Sallie: Since your persistence gets the better of you, and I know that one way or another you’d find some type of loophole around AWOL’s ruling at the beginning of the year that stated you wouldn’t get a title shot until he thought you deserved it, I’m willing to meet you have way. That’s right, I’m a compromising person….
Cruze: I believe the word they use is “easy.”
Again the crowd reacts with a loud uproar which causes Sallie’s skin to tremble and become increasingly red.
Sallie: That’s not what I’m talking about and you know it. Now shut up and listen! I’m willing to supersede AWOL’s ruling at the beginning of the year and allow you to get back into World title competition….
The fans react with tremendous praise as the Icon and the Future both perk up at the sound of this. A smiling Sallie nods her head, clearly having some type of plan in the works.
Sallie: If, and only if, you can beat Scott Gray-Harris tonight. Unlike you, he’s a man who can get things done, and I’m confident that he’ll rob you of your dreams, just like he did Too Magnificent.
She slips her hand onto Scott’s shoulder only for him to glare down at it awkwardly. Once she receives the glare she removes her hand rather quickly.
Sallie: But that’s not all, because if I’m willing to compromise, that means you have to as well. Therefore, if you lose that match against Scott Gray-Harris, you have to promise, no put it in writing that you’ll never seek another shot at the World Heavyweight title ever again!
The fans react with tremendous negativity at the prospect of Orlando never getting another World title shot, a concept that bothers the Icon as well.
Douglas: What huge stipulations being put on tonight’s encounter between Orlando and Scott.
Mayne: Orlando will be too much of a wuss to agree to something like that, he knows he can’t beat a younger, more virile version of Lethal Weapon.
For a moment the Icon debates his response before his eyes cut across the smirking, confident face of SGH, the expression forcing his hand.
Orlando: You know what, I beat the father, I’ll beat the son, you’re on!
A loud ovation comes from the fans, the stipulation set in stone for tonight, in the last main event of 2007. The fact that he accepted amuses Sallie immensely as she nods her head, Krissie staring at her comrade in confusion, unsure what she’s doing. All the while Orlando and Scott Gray-Harris glare at one another, staring into each other’s faces and not looking away as You Know My Name once again hits the PA system. He backs up past Nathan, who is also bewildered, unsure why his partner would ever agree to such a risky stipulation.
Douglas: It’s set in stone tonight ladies and gentlemen, Scott Gray-Harris vs. Orlando Cruze, if the Icon wins he’s gets back into World title contention, if he loses, he’ll never receive another title again. What a huge main event on the final Riot! of the year.
Mayne: Orlando just made by far the single biggest mistake of his career. Mark my words, one way or another, there will be no way he walks out of tonight’s match in championship contention.
Orlando continues to back towards the curtains glaring into the smirking face of Scott Gray-Harris all the while. Both Sallie and Krissie stand just behind the back of the legendary Lethal Weapon, plotting with one another.
WHY CARE?
The Riot! theme music picks up in the background in conjunction with the sight of the vampiristic Faust moving towards the ring in an ever so slow, dramatic manner. His eyes are staring forward, blank and listless but with very threatening undertones as he moves down the corridor in the direction of the squared circles, just moments away from encountering the Submission Champion, the dangerous technical terror that is Pat Evans. While moving forward methodically the camera pulls back to reveal his brother Adam Riddick alongside Kassie, both of them following quickly behind Faust and talking rapidly although the music plays over their words.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, up next we’re going to see Pat Evans vs. Faust, and as you can see this rather frightening figment is on his way to the ring up next with a huge opportunity.
Mayne: An opportunity he’ll no doubt blow, because let’s be honest with ourselves for a second here, Pat Evans is simply undefeatable here in the IWC. He’s yet to lose a single, solitary encounter via having his shoulders pinned to the canvas or being forced into submission, and Faust isn’t going to change that.
Douglas: I think anyone who could take out Chapel, is capable of defeating the Submission Champion, Billy.
Faust continues to move towards the ring, seemingly not even listening to Riddick who is almost bickering with him while Kassie watches on, somewhat judgmentally. Finally their words can be heard as they progress towards the ring, Riddick seemingly not even realizing that it’s Faust’s intended destination.
Adam: Come on, you’ve got to be worried a little bro. He hasn’t called, he won’t answer his phone, I haven’t seen him since Extinction.
The Renegade moves to his brother’s side, trying to reason with him although they haven’t exactly been on chatting terms as of late.
Riddick: This isn’t like Christian at all, and now there’s all these reports coming out saying that he’s been kidnapped. Something….
Faust: ENOUGH!
The fanged apparition turns towards his brother, who stops cold in his tracks. The menacing, malicious eyes of his sibling sends a chill down his back, but Riddick don’t step down or listen to his brother’s demand.
Faust: Why do you even care what happened to him? He’s done nothing but treat you like shit ever since the two of you came to this company. He’s been dragging you down to his level, a level I never thought you’d stoop to.
Adam: He’s still our brother…
Faust: Yeah, and he’s still an asshole. Being related to us doesn’t make me obligated to have to care about him. Wake up brother, snap out of it, before it’s too late.
With that last parting shot Faust turns and moves towards the entry way, leaving Adam standing there alongside Kassie, who is gazing into her husband’s face introspectively. Adam doesn’t display a single solitary emotion, unsure of how to react to what he just heard from his brother, and if he should truly stop worrying about what foul fait has befallen Christian Savior.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
FAUST VS. PAT EVANS
The opening notes of 'Bloody Tears' rips through the audience sending shivers down their spines as Electric guitar rock mixes with organ. As the notes blast, a coffin is raised from the middle of the ramp which also spills red mist all over the ramp and around the ring. The crowds cries grow even louder as the coffin opens to reveal the Heir of the pure 'Vampire Bloodline'... The Vampire Lord... Faust.
He wears battle attire emblemed with the clan of his ancestors as well as a cape typical of his bloodline. He walks out of the coffin, which lowers behind him. He stands there, his cape wrapped around him by his hands. When the coffin is fully lowered, he extends his arms, releasing his cape behind him. Faust slowly journeys towards the ring until he steps onto the apron. He turns to face the audience. As they cheer he opens his mouth, exposing his fangs. He then steps to the nearest turnbuckle, removing his cape and placing it on there.
He gets into the ring and walks to the opposite turnbuckle before leaping to the top and standing with perfect balance where he poses for the fans. Then in an instant, he hops to a seated position on the turnbuckle and lets his back fall making him upside down facing towards the rampway... like a bat.
He smiles as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.
Mayne: I’m technically allowed to scream out like a little girl right now, correct?
Douglas: Have at it.
Billy: Eek! There, I feel better.
Dan: Faust certainly is fear inspiring, as was his debut at Extinction when he dismantled Chapel and left him hanging from the rafters, bleeding profusely. I don’t think any of us will be able to quickly forget that ghastly scene.
Mayne: He better not pull that shit with Evans.
“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, the Submission title glistening over his shoulder. The crowd boos rather substantially as he makes his 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 keeping his eyes on the malicious Faust and enters the ring. He takes off his black trenchcoat, placing it on the top rope in the far corner before pacing the ring as his music fades out, quickly throwing his Submission title belt to the official.
Mayne: There he is, there’s the man who should rightfully have two titles over his shoulders right now.
Douglas: Rightfully? He and Aurora tried to screw Evermore out of the Championship at Extinction, how does he deserve anything?
Mayne: He’s got nice hair?
The fans are rather anxious to see this contest get underway as Faust flips off the turnbuckle onto his feet, turning to face Evans his opponent who quickly rushes across the ring, throwing a lariat before the bell could even sound. It chimes away as Faust ducks a lariat then turns to face Evans, who spins in his direction as well. Immediately Faust begins to throw right hands into Pat’s face, over and over again. Each blow knocks Evans backwards in the direction of the turnbuckle before Faust goes to land another right hand only to have the Submission Champion catch him by the wrist, swinging around under his arm and immediately locking in an arm ringer. He has Faust momentarily trapped before the Vampire Lord charges forward at the nearest turnbuckle, stepping up it and then flipping over backwards, falling towards the canvas spine first and connecting with a modified arm drag. Evans flips forward into a roll across the canvas, ending up on his knees, then turning to face Faust who steps in and grabs hold of his wrist, swinging around under it as he applies the arm ringer of his own. Evans quickly rises to his feet and slaps his shoulder, attempting to find a quick, albeit simple escape from this hold. Displaying his speed and agility which compliments his technical prowess, he drops into a forward roll, ending up on his spine then nipping up onto his feet. As soon as he lands in an upright base Faust steps behind him, hooking both his arms and back sliding him down to the canvas into a quick pinfall attempt.
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Pat rolls over backwards onto his feet as Faust stands up in front of him then jumps into the air, placing his boots to his opponent’s ribs then dropping in reverse, connecting with a huge monkey flip. Evans crashes onto his back while Faust rolls over in reverse, ending up in a mounted position on his chest as he begins to rifle off with right hands into his face. Referee Wright steps in and starts a five count to disqualify Faust for the closed fists when Pat reaches up with his legs, placing them around the front of his opponent’s shoulders. He sits up and pushes down with his legs, causing Faust to land on his back as the official drops to make the three count.
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Faust rolls over backwards to his feet when Evans stands up in front of him, taking hold of his arm then stepping around under it into the twisting arm ringer. A couple of claps come from the fans at the sight of this technical exchange before Evans bends Faust’s arm over backwards into the top wrist lock submission.
Douglas: What a series of counters between these two. You know this can almost be considered a rematch between these two, as they were both involved in the fatal four way Submission Series at Breathless. And we’ll be seeing the other two competitors in that match ironically competing against one another tonight for the Cartel Championship.
Mayne: That was purely coincidental, don’t you dare attempt to give the bookers a pat on the back for their use of irony. If this can even be considered irony.
Evans now connects with an outer leg trip, taking the Vampire Lord down to the canvas back first, Pat dropping to his knees beside him. He keeps his arm folded over backwards into the top wrist lock, really wearing it down in an attempt to earn a quick submission victory. However, Faust will not stay pinned to the canvas, already beginning to sit up and force his way to a standing base while Evans rises at his side. A lot of torque is being put on the arm of Faust, who is being slightly bent over backwards the longer he’s forced to be clutched in this submission hold. Referee Wright steps in to check on his condition only to have Faust reach out and take hold of his shirt, using him as a means to escape as he flips over backwards. He lands right on his feet then pulls Pat down into an arm-drag yet again. Evans flips over forward, crashing into the canvas then rolling straight onto his feet before he turns and finds himself pressed back first against one of the corners. Faust rolls over sideways to a standing base then comes charging towards his opponent who quickly gets a boot up into his face. The features of the Vampire Lord connect hard with the bottom of his opponent’s boot, causing him to be staggered as a result, stumbling in reverse rather incoherently. Evans steps out of the corner and takes hold of his wrist, swinging around under it and applying the arm ringer yet again. Before he even has time to gloat, Faust drops into a forward roll, freeing himself long enough to jump from his feet onto the turnbuckle. He then jumps again but this time twists as he lands on the top rope, facing Evans who comes rushing in at him. Faust jumps off and over Pat’s back, catching him around the waist and rolling him over in reverse into the sunset flip.
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Pat rolls backwards out of the pin and grabs hold of Faust’s ankle, lifting it into the air in order to apply the ankle lock. Before he can get it established Faust lifts one of his feet into the air and uses his heel to kick down one of Pat’s wrists, causing him to break his attempt at the submission. Faust then lifts his legs into the air and wraps them around Pat’s neck, turning his body and pushing himself off the canvas with his palms. The fans start to cheer as Faust drags Pat around over and over and over again with a head scissors, both men making several rotations with the crowd cheering. Finally Faust turns and snaps off, sending Pat flipping over and crashing into the canvas yet again.
Mayne: That last move just made me dizzy, or sea sick, or feel like I’m on the date rape drug, or something.
Douglas: Faust using his agility to twirl Evans around again and again and again before finally pulling him over into that head scissors take down.
Oddly the camera cuts to another individual decked out in a hood and shroud standing in the rafters now, looking down upon the action through the shadows cast by his hood. A smoking pot hangs from a chain that sways back and forth in the druid like individual’s hands.
Douglas: Look Billy, there’s another one of those druids. We saw them earlier tonight during the X-Class title match.
Mayne: Why do these guys keep popping up out of nowhere?
Pat rolls over onto his elbows and knees, trying to get up as quickly as he can in his somewhat disorientated condition when Faust jumps in, wrapping his arms around his neck. He has a side headlock established as Pat forces himself up to a standing base almost immediately, trying to free himself from this hold. Evans backs up into the ropes, pulling his much smaller opponent in with him as they hit off the cables, Faust being launched forward across the ring as a result. As he charges into the opposite ropes and Pat steps to the center of the ring to catch him upon his ricochet, Faust jumps forward into a head stand, the back of his legs hitting the top cable. They give him just enough momentum to land back on his feet and spring off of them as he turns in mid-air, landing on Pat’s shoulders. Just as this happens Evans rushes across the ring and throws Faust with a powerbomb directly into the turnbuckle, the fans reacting with shock over the way his body impacted the corner. He arches his spine and staggers forward right into the waiting arms of Evans, who scoops him up and twists him around into a violent spinning powerslam. Pat hooks his leg and buries his forearm into Faust’s fanged face for the pin.
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Faust gets his shoulder up, kicking out in the nick of time and barely avoiding defeat as a result. The fans are still grimacing over the collisions his body just withstood while Evans rises to a knee, glaring with disdain into the official’s face. Instead of arguing with him he keeps on the attack, maintaining his offense as he takes hold of Faust’s neck, dragging him up to his feet. He slaps him once again the face then pushes him back first against the turnbuckle, the vampiristic competitor holding himself up with his arms hanging over the cables. Pat steps in immediately and delivers a stiff, sickening knife edge chop right across his sternum that echoes throughout the arena. Faust bends forward, covering his sternum with his arms before Pat steps back then rushes in once again delivering a high knee lift right to his face. Faust falls against the corner spine first once more, looking very dazed while Pat takes him by the wrist and drags him out of the corner into his shoulders. The Vampire King is caught in a fireman’s carry as Evans turns and barrels across the ring, catching tremendous speed before finally turning and driving the back of his opponent’s head into the opposite corner. After completely this ramming move, Pat turns and steps to the center of the ring, pulling Faust over into a death valley driver that drops the back of his head right across Evans’ knee. Faust now sits up on the canvas, looking incredibly dazed while Pat rises to his feet behind him and jumps into the air, dropkicking him to the back of the neck.
Douglas: A lethal series of offensive moves targeting the back of Faust’s head, perhaps setting up for that Time to Go to Sleep.
Mayne: Pat has used that move quite to his benefit since arriving here in the IWC, and now he’ll be utilizing it against Faust to finish him off as well. How wonderfully twisted.
Dan: In what way?
Billy: I don’t know.
Faust remains seated on the canvas while Pat stands, rushing across the ring and bouncing off the ropes. He comes charging back in before his boot is driven into the back of the vampire’s cranium, continuing to assault that portion of his body. Faust drops into a sideways roll across the canvas in the direction of the cables, gripping at his head in a great deal of pain. He grabs the cables and begins to drag himself up them to a slow, standing base. As soon as he gets up, still clutching the cables, Pat steps in and takes him around the neck, dropping in reverse for a big DDT. However, Faust keeps hold of the ropes, causing Evans to crash onto his back, missing his DDT. The Vampire Lord turns towards the ropes with quickness and jumps onto them, landing with the back of his legs on the top cable and moonsaulting backwards. He lands on top of Evans with a hard collision then rolls across the ring, gripping at the back of his neck in pain. The fans are clapping their hands while Faust crawls towards his downed opponent, hooking his near leg for the pinfall.
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Evans lifts his far leg into the air and places it over the bottom rope, Official Wright spotting it from the corner of his eye. The count is ceased as Wright stands up, informing Faust that Pat has his leg draped over the cable. He refuses to allow it to effect him though as he takes hold of Pat’s hair, rolling him to his knees then beginning to force him up to his feet. That’s when his eyes cut to the outside of the ring, spotting Adam and Kassie Riddick making their way down the ramp in the direction of the squared circle.
Billy: What is Adam Riddick and his increasingly attractive wife doing out here?
Douglas: I imagine he isn’t through trying to reason with his brother to assist him in their pursuit of finding Christian Savior.
Mayne: Well, as long as it distracts Faust I don’t mind.
Riddick reaches ringside and begins to yell out towards his brother.
Adam: Listen, I’m sorry to interrupt your match, but you’ve got to listen to me!
A flustered Faust motions towards the back, insisting that he leave ringside before shaking his head and dragging Evans up to his feet. He turns him around and hooks both of his arms from behind, utilizing all his weight to hoist his opponent into the air for the Skeleton Key (Vertibreaker). As soon as he gets him up, Pat floats over out of nowhere, landing on his feet behind Faust then grabbing him around the neck. He tries to apply the Time to Go to Sleep when Faust slides down his stomach across his back and drops to the canvas, lifting his legs into the air. He places them under Pat’s armpits and pulls him over forward to the canvas, sitting on his chest in the process.
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Evans kicks out in the nick of time and reaches up, grabbing hold of Faust’s leg in the process. He wraps his arms around his knee then pulls his opponent over onto his chest and stomach, standing up behind him as he establishes the ankle lock. The crowd begins to scream and boo while Riddick watches on from ringside, shaking his head and feeling somewhat responsible for this. Kassie slaps the apron and shouts at Faust to escape this hold, yet he just can’t do it at this time, his ankle being twisted and ripped at by the thick arms of the dangerous Evans. His face is blank, displaying no emotion as he continues to tear the ankle apart, Faust pushing himself up with his palms and gritting his teeth, fangs included, trying to figure out a way to escape this hold. He suddenly rolls onto his back and places his boots to Pat’s chest, shoving him backwards into the cables. Evans bounces off of them and comes back in at Faust who rolls towards him, causing Pat to cartwheel over him onto his feet. The Submission Champion lands in a standing base as Faust rises and jumps onto the second cable. He springs off and lands on the back of Pat’s shoulders, perhaps going for the reverse hurricarana. Evans places his hands to the back of Faust’s thighs, shoving him up and over his head though and causing him to land on his feet right in front of him. Pat steps forward and begins to wrap his arms around his neck for the Time to Go to Sleep once again, sending the crowd into an uproar. They all rise to their feet, watching closely as Evans attempts to get the submission locked in.
Billy: This match is over, it’s over Dan!
Douglas: I don’t have trouble believing it at this point, as Evans has almost got his submission locked in.
Suddenly Faust jumps into the air, reaching back with his legs and wrapping them around Pat’s waist, while he falls palms first to the canvas. Pat wraps his arms around Faust’s waist then lifts him up into the air with a wheelbarrow, his opponent ending up on top of his shoulder. However, Faust floats over, landing on his feet behind Evans while remaining bent over forwards. Evans spins around and grabs Faust around the head, dragging it under his seat and then wrapping his arms around his waist. Again the fans begin screaming as Faust is lifted into the air and over Pat’s head, being placed in a crucifix position, perhaps setting up for his modification of the From the Outside In (Crucifix Bomb). As he’s about to connect Faust reaches back with his legs, sticking them around Pat’s waist and then rolling him over in reverse into a modified sunset roll.
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Evans kicks out as the fans scream, thinking this match was over at that point. Both men roll over backwards onto their feet as Evans charges forward only to have Faust jump into the air and take him down with a spinning heel kick. Pat is knocked onto his back while Faust rolls away from him in the direction of the cables, the crowd cheering that last offensive move. He rises to his knees and glares through the cables at Riddick who is backing up, trying not to impose any longer but tapping at the watch around his wrist, insisting that they’re running out of time to find their brother. Faust shakes his head as he slips through the ropes onto the apron, walking across it to the turnbuckle then quickly scaling to the top. He grips at the back of his neck only periodically while reaching the upper most cable, glaring down at Evans, who is still trying to regain his faculties. Faust gives him no time to recover though as he stands up on the top rope then throws himself off into the Night Fall (450 Splash) that connects with nothing but canvas. The crowd reacts with repulsion over the fact that Evans rolled out of the way just in the nick of time. The way Faust hit the canvas was particularly brutal while he now begins to force himself up to his feet, his entire body swamped with pain. Just as he stands up the dazed Evans steps behind him and hooks his arm from behind, taking hold of his belt line as well then hoisting him into the air. Evans turns and drags Faust down with the Spinal Tap (Uranage Backbreaker) right across his knee, the entire body of his opponent folding around it before he drops off and rolls across the canvas. The crowd screams over the way his frame hit the knee, beginning to go into convulsions at this point. Pat drops down into the cover on him, hooking his leg.
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Somehow Faust gets his shoulder from the ring, sending the crowd into a loud uproar. Pat rises to his knees and rolls his eyes over the fact that he can’t put his opponent away.
Douglas: Faust kicks out of the Spinal Tap! This match is really going back and forth between these two.
Mayne: I can’t believe Faust had the audacity to kick out of that last move. How dare he sully Pat’s repetition by refusing to lose. That’s an even bigger abomination than Kathy Griffin’s acting abilities.
The aching spine of Faust is causing him tremendous grief as he rolls across the canvas, Evans backing up slowly now and mouthing the words “to hell with it.” He reaches into his pocket and grabs that chain which has come in handy so many times before, wrapping it around his fist. He slugs it against his palm and begins to approach Faust, who is being overlooked by referee Wright.
Douglas: Oh no, not that chain, put it away Pat, put it away!
Billy: Why, it’s been ever so useful for him over the past few months. I think this bout is starting to bore him, Dan, he’s tired of not being able to put away Faust, and I don’t blame him.
The official is unaware of the approaching Evans bearing the chain when Adam Riddick jumps onto the apron, pointing at Pat and shouting to the official. He is trying to call attention to the fact that Evans has the chain around his fist, but Wright doesn’t hear him at first. Finally he looks over his shoulder and spots Evans stepping in with the chain around his fist, jumping to his feet and stepping in front of the Submission Champion. He points at the fist and insists that he put the chain away, demanding that he throw it from the ring in fact. Evans scoffs at the notion of removing his chain as he now places his palm to the side of Wright’s face and shoves him out of his way, heading right towards Faust. Wright turns and motions for the bell, insisting that this match is over as a result of Evans’ flagrant violation of the rules. As soon as the bell sounds, Pat’s eyes turn towards him, filling with animosity.
Mayne: Wait a minute, the referee can’t disqualify Evans! He didn’t do anything!
Douglas: Besides threaten to use the chain and put his hands on the official?
Billy: Yeah, but what’s so bad about that?
Pat’s anger intensifies as the official turns back towards him, informing him that he’s been disqualified for his behavior. Riddick is still standing on the outside of the ring, nodding his head in approval of the official’s decision, as is Kassie. That’s when Evans turns and slugs the referee under the jaw with the chain wrapped fist, sending him crashing to the canvas spine first. He then turns to face Faust who is pulling himself up in the corner, still holding his lower back and neck, Pat bending forward as he lies in wait with the chain. He slugs it against his palm several times in preparation to take his head off with the steel, just like he did to referee Wright.
Douglas: Come on, Evans just knocked out the referee with that chain wrapped fist and now it appears he’s going to do the same to Faust. What an unbalanced, remorseless bastard, it doesn’t even appear to bother him that he lost this match, he’s just out to inflict pain on people.
Mayne: I thought that was the point of being in a wrestling match.
Dan: Well, yeah, I guess, but there’s no need for this after a match has concluded.
Evans is still hunched forward, waiting for Faust to stand and face him so he can watch as the chain is swung into his forehead. He begins to charge forward when Riddick rolls into the ring, now clutching a steel chair that he retrieved from under the ring. He rolls to his feet and slams the chair against the canvas before lifting it into the air, standing directly between Evans and Faust. Pat stops in the middle of his run, glaring at Faust with twisted intensity in his eyes. Something about Riddick standing up for his brother amuses the Submission Champion, who surprisingly backs up slowly while nodding his head. His eyes are connected with Adam’s, both men not looking away from one another, not daring to deviate their focus. Pat drops down to the canvas and rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring, moving around it slowly while still glaring into the squared circle at the intense face of the Renegade. He slowly lowers the chair as Pat passes by Kassie, giving her the quick once over then backing up the ramp towards the entry way.
Douglas: Pat Evans surprisingly vacating the ring and not picking a fight with Adam Riddick, who came to his brother’s aid.
Mayne: He’s got something planned, you can count on that. Just look at his face, he’s got an ever so wonderfully twisted plot, more twisted than the conclusion of a Dean Koontz novel, but you know, actually entertaining.
Evans has a smile on his face, which is disturbing given his usual lack of emotion, as he continues to back towards the curtains and glare at Riddick in the ring. Suddenly Faust steps out of the corner and grabs the chair out of his brother’s hands, throwing it down to the canvas as Adam spins to face him with confusion. Shockingly Faust seems angry with Riddick, pointing into his face with a shaking finger.
Faust: What are you doing?
At first Adam doesn’t appear capable of offering up much of a response, as his eyes cut back and forth and his shoulders slowly rise.
Riddick: I’m trying to help you. If your hurt, who’s going to help me look for Christian?
As this news enters the ears of the fanged competitor, his face fills with disbelief. His head immediately begins to shake while he slowly reaches out with much less hostility, and palms the shoulder of his brother.
Faust: I’ve tried to stay out of your business Adam, and I thought you could extend the same courtesy to me, but enough is enough! I don’t care about Savior, and neither should you, because he doesn’t care about either of us. We may be blood, but that’s as far as our relationship goes. Stop worrying about Savior, and stop trying to make me worry about him, because I simply do not care. And after treating you like a slave, after making you do things I thought my eyes would never see you do, you shouldn’t give one bit of concern over his well being.
With that parting remark Faust turns and begins to vacate the ring with Kassie watching on. She actually nods her head and smirks slightly, realizing that what Faust just said was not only true but required knowledge for her husband. Riddick begins to watch him leave before he reaches out and grabs his brother by the wrist. The Vampire Lord glares down at the hand clutching him before he looks up into the face of his misguided sibling.
Adam: I know what Savior’s been doing. I’m not a total fucking idiot. I didn’t want to start this war with Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed, I didn’t want to participate in that cage, I didn’t want to take part in weeks upon weeks of backstage assaults, run ins, and beat downs. I know Savior is nothing more than a manipulative, twisted son of a bitch, but that doesn’t change the fact that he’s our brother.
For several moments Faust stands there and gazes into the Renegade’s eyes before he pulls his wrist free and slips through the ropes. He drops to the mats and walks right past Kassie, who watches him leave with clear concern. Adam steps towards the ropes and leans against them, shouting towards Faust who has his back turned towards his brother and is marching up the ramp.
Riddick: You may not care about this family, but I do!
Faust doesn’t turn around or stop, he just continues to the back.
Douglas: Family problems on display here on Riot! Faust and Riddick arguing over what should be done, if anything to help the abducted Christian Savior. This family is just being torn apart.
Mayne: They need to go on Dr. Phil and hammer out their issues. If they can get past the glare of his bald cranium that is.
Dan: Understandable…. Wait Billy, apparently World Champion Hurse has just arrived backstage, and we understand that Susie Moore is attempting to get a word with him. Let’s go back there now.
A MISCOMMUNICATION
The camera opens upon the enclosed parking facility for the Manhattan Center, Susie Moore standing in the forefront of which. A bandage is wrapped around her head, holding down an ice bag on the top of her cranium thanks to that accidental cane shot at the pay-per-view from Jon Rich. Her physical ailments are pushed aside however, in favor of getting an interview with the individual who just showed up in his classic Geo Metro. She rushes towards World Champion Hurse, who is decked out in a fine suit as he stands at the side of his Geo, polishing it slightly with a baby wipe. The belt glistens brightly over his shoulder, and casts some illumination on his surprisingly jovial features, a smile suspiciously present on his face.
Susie: Hurse, Hurse, can we get a word with you concerning what happened at Extinction?
Instead of lashing out, which would be understandable given what occurred at the last pay-per-view, and being forced to relive said incident, Hurse smirks wider as he shuts his car-door.
Hurse: Why of course I have a few moments to talk about that. I’ve only been asked about that minor little miscommunication between myself and Brooks a dozen times, but I’ll gladly take the time to properly clear up any misconceptions.
Although she had several follow up questions, mostly written out on the palm of her hand in magic marker, Susie now finds herself silenced, an awkward gaze inhabiting her face. She doesn’t seem to have a clear cut response to what she just heard while Hurse continues to stand in front of her brimming with confidence.
Susie: Misconception? You do realize she purposely hit you with the shooting star press, then allowed you to be beat up by both Killjoy and Psyc…..
Hurse: Pfft. Listen Susie, I understand your brain doesn’t function as well as a normal person, so just trust me when I tell you that you can’t believe everything you see on TV.
Now Susie is even more confused, much more perplexed than usual. She reaches up and places her hand on the bag of ice on the top of her skull, as if her brain is aching trying to make sense out of this. Hurse is growing impatient as he reaches out, patting her gently on the shoulder.
Hurse: Its okay Susie, don’t strain yourself trying to comprehend it, because I’ll spell it out for you. Robin made a brash decision at Extinction, one I’m sure she’s been regretting all week long. But even though she hit me, that means nothing, she was just crying out for more affection or something. That was her way of telling me that things needed to change. It certainly doesn’t mean we broke up, as I’m positive that Robin is still enamored with me utterly and completely. All couples fight after all, which leads to glorious, glorious make up sex. Which is exactly what I intend to receive tonight, once Robin apologizes to me in the center of that ring.
Susie is aghast by this accusation, or outright demand from the World Champion.
Susie: Are you serious? You actually want her to apologize to you?
Hurse: Shhhhh, someone with an education that went past the fourth grade is speaking now Susie, so that means you listen, and that you shut this….
His hand reaches out and forces her lips together while she glances down at the fingers awkwardly, then back up into his face.
Hurse: Yes, she will have no other alternative but to apologize to me tonight, especially when she sees what I have planned for her. It’s the one thing Robin has always wanted, and I’m ready to make that all important commitment in order to see that she gets exactly what she desires. I’m going to be almost as generous as Santa Claus, just without the cottage cheese thighs and all that ugly facial hair. Just you watch Susie, because I have a huge, huge, announcement for Robin in just a few moments, one that will blow her world, and bring us so much closer together.
The fingers are removed from Susie’s lips and swiped across her shoulder before the Champion turns and moves towards the entrance to the arena. Moore turns to watch him leave, surprised by his state of denial.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
DON’T BE HEIDENREICH AND TRY TO GET OVER ON GIRTH, GO TO A WRESTLING SCHOOL
NO CALLING OFF THE SEARCH
The show returns immediately to the center of the ring where Adam Riddick is still positioned, a microphone grasped in the palm of his hand and a very serious expression residing on his face. He stares around at the crowd, some booing, others cheering, but clear dejection in his eyes, no mixture of emotions. It’s quite clear that he’s upset that no one has aided him in his search for Christian, his only assistant being Kassie, who even herself isn’t fully devoted to ensuring Savior’s safe return.
Douglas: Well ladies and gentlemen, as you can see all throughout the diluted ramblings of our World Champion backstage, and our commercial break Adam Riddick has remained in the center of the ring, mic in hand.
Mayne: He has a right to be out here Dan, Christian Savior was abducted for crying out loud, and he wants to get to the bottom of this before it’s too late.
Dan: I wish things would stop being so overly complicated in the IWC, and so out of left field.
Riddick remains stationary in the ring, clearly not going anywhere, with something very important he has yet to say. Slowly he lifts the microphone to his lips as his eyes stare judgmentally around the crowd, even passing over Kassie who is shaking her head in regret.
Riddick: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m sorry for a lot of things, such as being dragged along into a feud against Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed that I never wished to participate in. I apologize for not being the individual you could all stand and collectively cheer for since my debut, since Christian involved himself in backstage politics with Sallie and Krissie, thus forcing me to have to get involved as well. I just hope you all understand that the Riddick you’ve seen over the past few months, isn’t who I am, but I was obligated to become something I’m not to ensure the protection, no, no, the survival of my brother.
A mixed reaction emanates from the fans, several booing Riddick for his desire to support his brother.
Mayne: Don’t think you owe these people anything Riddick. The only thing they’re even mildly obligated to are welfare checks.
Douglas: This being said by the man who still steals his mother’s food stamps.
Billy: Well, I have to, otherwise I won’t be able to support my Oreo obsession.
The crowd continues to either support or despise the Renegade Rocker, who keeps his head perked up, refusing to allow himself to be effected. Kassie on the other hand scowls in the direction of many of those who are booing her compassionate husband.
Adam: Unlike many of you, I understand Christian, I’ve known the man the majority of my life, and I know he’s never had anyone there to support his decisions, to watch his back or care about him in the fucking slightest. That’s why I’ve sullied what remained of my credible reputation to associate myself with him, to aid him no matter how ludicrous his decisions may have been. All the while I secretly hoped I could get through to him and help him see the error of his ways, to open his eyes and make him realize just what kind of an asshole he’s become. But asshole, or no asshole I still love my brother, and I wasn’t going to sit idly by like Faust and watch as his decisions left him mauled and mangled by this roster, just like I won’t sit by and see him be held captive by this madman. So I’m not leaving this ring until somebody agrees to do something about this, until someone comes forward and helps me find Savior. I refuse to believe that I’m the only one who cares about what happens to him…..
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. A microphone can be seen in the palm of his hand as Riddick storms back and forth in the ring, glaring at him suspiciously, perhaps prepared for anything that might occur in just a few sparse moments.
Mayne: Oh great, Psycho comes to ruin the day again, and gasp, I think he’s actually going to open his mouth and speak. Prepare yourselves for the horror now by muting the television.
Douglas: Put down that remote Billy, it doesn’t work on actual people. Psycho is slated to compete with Adam Riddick tonight, but it appears he’s through anticipating their encounter.
The Sadistic Savage lurks on the stage still, strolling back and forth while he stares outward from the shadows cast on his mangled face by the hood. Adam watches him closely, as does Kassie, who seems slightly unnerved by the presence of this monster, realizing how prone to physical displays of hostility he can be, especially as it relates to the opposite sex. His voice can be heard through the mic now, speaking soft and sinisterly.
Psycho: I worry too Riddick, I worry a lot.
Adam’s eyebrow raises and his head tilts as the microphone is raised towards his lips, trying to come up with a response but being cut off by the meandering psychopath.
Psycho: But I’m not worried about Christian Savior. What I’m worried about, is what I’m going to do to you in that ring in just a moment. And I’d advice you to stop being concerned about the well being of your brother, and to start worrying about your own. For you will be the first of your clan to pay for what happened to Chapel at Extinction.
The microphone slips from Psycho’s palm and spills to the stage with an uproar of static before he begins to move towards the ring, the fans getting incredibly anxious to see this encounter unfold. Psycho removes his hood and coat and throws them down to the ramp while progressing straight towards the ring, Kassie clearing out of the way while Riddick nods, confident that he’s ready for a war. He throws down his own microphone and bends forward, standing ready for what should be an intense encounter.
Douglas: Psycho is on his way to the ring, and apparently he has revenge on his mind for what happened to his associate Chapel at the pay-per-view, at the hands of Riddick’s brother Faust. I guess just like Scott Gray-Harris later tonight, Adam is going to have to suffer for the sins of his family.
Mayne: He’s not Jesus, although he does have a similar hair style.
Riddick motions for Psycho to enter the ring which he shows no hesitation in doing by sliding under the ropes and jumping to his feet. As soon as he stands Adam charges in and begins to drill Psycho to the face repeatedly with closed fists, Psycho answering back with shots of his own. The crowd is cheering as both men come to blows with one another, right here and right now. Referee Princeton rushes to the ring and slides in across his stomach, jumping to his feet as he motions for the bell, officially commencing this confrontation.
PSYCHO VS. ADAM RIDDICK
The fans are still rejoicing over this brawl between both men which surprisingly Riddick seems to be getting the better of, as he connects with shot after shot to the forehead of his deformed opponent. Psycho is knocked back with each slug to the face before he ducks another attempted shot, stepping behind Adam who spins around directly into a chop to the sternum that sends him crashing to the canvas back first. Riddick rolls to his knees and stands up before rushing forward into yet another devastating, blistering chop right across the sternum. Adam swings his arms to keep upright before Psycho jabs him to the face several times and knocks him backwards in the direction of the cables.
Douglas: This fight getting off to a fast, hectic start between these two athletes.
Mayne: Damn all this in ring action, I’d really like two seconds to catch my breath. At the very least I wish they’d give me time to use my inhaler.
Dan: Billy, that’s breath spray.
Billy: Well, bad breath can be equally as detrimental to one’s health.
Psycho backs up and now rushes forward as he bends down and drives the top of his head into Adam’s ribs, knocking him through the cables to the apron. Riddick turns and falls side first on this portion of the ring before forcing himself up to his feet while clutching at the cables. As soon as he stands Psycho reaches over the ropes and takes Riddick by the back of the head, charging him forward across the apron and then pulling him down into the turnbuckle face first. Adam strikes it with his features then turns as he crashes to the mats knees first. Kassie watches on with her hands cupped over her mouth, yet says some words of encouragement as Riddick tries to stand, utilizing the apron to reach his feet. He then turns towards the ring when Psycho reaches through them, grasping hold of his hair. He drags on it, pulling Adam up onto the apron seat first before Riddick lifts his leg into the air, falling back against the ropes and booting his opponent right to the face. The Sadistic One falls over the ropes sternum first as Adam rises to his feet then rushes across the apron with a knee lift directly to Psycho’s face, a particularly stiff one at that. Psycho turns as he staggers to the center of the ring, bent forward and grasping at his temple while Adam grabs the top rope and pulls himself up over it. He shows remarkable agility by landing on the middle cable then springing off and turning into a straight kick right to the back of Psycho’s head. The fans react with a mixed ovation, Kassie wholeheartedly cheering in stark contrast, while Psycho is sent stumbling forward into the turnbuckle.
He falls to his knees and tumbles against the corner sternum first, leaning on it for support while Riddick rises slowly to his feet. He comes rushing up behind Psycho and jumps into the air, dropkicking him to the upper back, thus forcing his face forward into the second turnbuckle pad. As a result he bounces off of it and turns, falling onto his seat while Adam rises to a standing base and backs to the center of the ring. He now rushes forward and extends his hands, placing them to the top rope while kicking his lower body up into the air, preparing to swing his feet down into the face of his opponent. Psycho suddenly stands up though and catches Adam across his shoulders in a fireman’s carry, rushing out of the corner in order to hit some type of brutal move perhaps. Surprisingly Adam is able to turn and slide down Psycho’s back, wrapping his arms around his waist and rolling him over in reverse into the sunset flip.
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Psycho kicks out of it and drops onto his knees as a result, Riddick standing up quickly at his side. He rushes forward and intends to drive his boot into the face of his opponent only to have Psycho reach out and catch him around the ankle. As a result the Renegade is forced to hop up and down on one foot, trying to maintain his balance before his other leg is pushed down. As a result Adam goes into a spin and turns right into a hard lariat to the throat, taking him down to the canvas.
Douglas: Psycho getting the better of Riddick with that hard lariat, avoiding a lot of the Renegade’s offense thus far.
Mayne: Luck, sheer, undeniable luck.
Dan: It’s not undeniable. You can deny that inference plenty…
Billy: Not if I don’t listen to you deny it.
Riddick remains on his back as Psycho drops a huge elbow right into his sternum, causing Adams’ legs to kick up into the air as a result. Psycho rises to his feet quickly and now jumps into the air, coming down with the point of his knee directly into the features of the Renegade Rocker. The former SCW Champion’s body kicks up into the air as a result while Psycho takes him by the hair, pulling on it to force him to his feet. As soon as Riddick is up, Psycho takes him back down with a hard headbunt planted directly to the skull of his opposition. Adam crashes onto his spine and turns to his side slightly before Psycho grabs him by his shoulder, pushing him down to the canvas and jumping into the air. All of his weight comes down on top of Adam’s throat with a leg drop, causing him to convulse as a result.
On the outside of the ring Kassie continues to watch on fearfully for her husband who rolls across the canvas gripping at his throat. Moving slowly and methodically, Psycho rises to his feet, approaching the down Riddick and grasping hold of his hair. He forces him up to his feet then scoops him into the air, turning before finally driving him to the canvas with a hard scoop slam. Riddick hits the ring with force and arches his back while rolling to his knees, standing up only to have Psycho scoop him up again and drive him right back down to the canvas. The second scoop slam leaves Riddick lying for a spell while Psycho rushes into the cables, bouncing off and charging forward until he jumps high into the air, crashing down head first directly into his opposition’s sternum. The Renegade convulses again as a result, sitting up on the canvas while Psycho scoots across his knees behind him and bends his head over in reverse into the dragon sleeper. A mixed reaction commences from the fans as a result of this, Adam slapping at the arm that is wrapped about his neck, trying to find a means of escape but having a difficult time of it. Nevertheless he plants his feet to the canvas and begins to bridge himself up to the canvas while Psycho stands behind him, still maintaining the submission hold. As both men stand up, Psycho reaches out and takes hold of his opponent’s trunks, utilizing them to hoist his opponent into the air.
It looks as if he’s going for a reverse suplex only to have Riddick land on his feet behind him then bend forward, burying his shoulder into his opponent’s spine. He utilizes all of his strength to hoist Psycho into the air only to have his large opponent float over his shoulder and land on his feet behind him. Psycho places his hands to Riddick’s back and shoves him forward into the ropes, all the way across the ring. Adam bounces off the cables and comes charging in at Psycho who steps forward, bending down to catch him. However, Adam leap frogs his opposition and continues across the ring into the opposite cables. He bounces off of them and comes back in at Psycho who drops to his chest and stomach, Adam jumping over him again. He rushes into the opposite cables, bouncing off of them as Psycho stands up and jumps into the air for a dropkick. However, Adam has grabbed hold of the top rope, causing Psycho to hit nothing and come crashing down onto his back as a result.
Douglas: Riddick smart enough to avoid that dropkick from Psycho, who came crashing back first into the canvas with a hard thud.
Mayne: I’m surprised the ring didn’t buckle under his fat ass.
Riddick displays his agility by rushing into the ropes at his opponent’s side and jumping feet first onto the middle one. He springs off and twists in mid-air, coming down leg first right across Psycho’s throat. His monstrous foe sits up and grabs at his throat in pain, Riddick rolling over and stepping in with a jab to the side of Psycho’s face. He follows it up with another shot under the jaw before stepping back and delivering a swift upward kick into his opposition’s face. Psycho crashes onto his back again as a result, Riddick stumbling backwards after getting the advantage in this contest once more. He finds his spine pressed to the turnbuckle before charging out of it and jumping into a forward flip, coming down with his back aimed at Psycho’s sternum. That’s when the Sadistic One gets his knees up, causing Adam to crash spine first into them then roll across the ring groaning in pain. He ends up on his chest and stomach with Psycho standing and charging forward. He jumps into the air and comes down with all his weight back first into the canvas, Riddick having rolled out of the way in the very nick of time. Psycho sits up groaning as a result, reaching for his spine after failing to hit his own back first splash. As soon as he starts to rise to his feet, Adam rushes into the cables at his side, bouncing off of them and then coming back in. When he reaches his opponent, Psycho steps forward and catches him against his shoulder, throwing Riddick up incredibly high into the air. Adam flails his arms but learns he can’t fly before plummeting spine first against the ring, the force his body strikes it with is devastating. Riddick arches his back and rolls to his knees, starting to get up when Psycho steps in and takes him around the back of the neck. He reaches out and hooks one of his legs as well, lifting Adam into the air onto his shoulder then rushing forward and dropping back into a version of the muscle buster. Adam’s frame connects with the ring viciously while his opponent turns and buries his forearm into his face, going for the cover.
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Adam kicks out with a few moments to spare. An relieved Kassie takes a deep breath on the outside of the ring, shaking her head over that near fall from her husband’s destructive opponent.
Douglas: This match already getting into some nearfalls between these two, who are unleashing their pint up frustrations upon one another it seems. Although I do believe Psycho is much more stable minded than we’ve seen him be over the past few months, with finally burying the hatchet with Robin Brooks and all.
Mayne: He’s still the same old grumpy Psycho, and he’s going to get a whole lot grumpier when AWOL gets his hands on him.
The bulging beast rises to his feet and grasps hold of Riddick’s hair, dragging him up to a standing base then taking him over with a quick snapmare. Adam falls to his seat as Psycho locks his arm around his neck, establishing the rear chin lock. Some fans are already demanding Riddick tap, while his staunch supporters rally behind him. His heel connects with the canvas several times while he tries to escape this hold which Psycho has him firmly trapped in, his tongue slithering out from between his teeth and curving at the end. It’s clear that he’s getting some type of sick, twisted delight out of strangling the life from the brother of the man who assaulted Chapel so viciously at the last pay-per-view. Riddick doesn’t allow him to get his sick kicks though as he begins to jostle his way up to his feet, twisting and turning his body as he stands. Psycho keeps the submission maintained while Adam gets to his feet and then turns, driving his elbow into the ribs of his opponent, then doing it again. He’s really trying to free himself here before Psycho knees him to the gut, causing him to be bent forward in front of him. He charges forward and delivers a hard grazing boot to the side of Riddick’s head that sends him into a spin while Psycho takes off into the ropes. Adam spins all the way around to face Psycho who jumps into the air, delivering a devastating boot right to his face. Adam is taken off of his feet and sent crashing into the canvas while Psycho lands on his back behind him, the crowd reacting with groans over what they just witnessed and heard. The Sadistic Savage turns towards his opposition and crawls into the cover once more, hooking both of his legs for the pinfall.
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Adam shoots his shoulder from the canvas, escaping the three count just barely while he’s grabbed by the hair and sat up, his opposition establishing the rear naked choke yet again. Adam reaches up and grabs at the arm that is placed just in front of his throat, gagging terribly as he finds himself in a hold that seemingly has no mistake. All the while Kassie is pacing at ringside, slapping the apron and shouting for her husband to get up. Even in the tremendous agony he finds himself in, the Renegade is trying to do as his wife commands. With the life being choked from his body Adam gets a single knee beneath him, but still can’t get up. Psycho tightens his grip on the hold, Riddick’s face transforming to a dark shade of red at this point.
Douglas: Psycho has still got that rear naked choke locked in and desperation has to be setting in on Riddick as a result.
Mayne: Get up Riddick, if you really care about your family you won’t disgrace them with a loss against Psycho.
Dan: I think the only one he disgraces is ironically the brother he’s fighting so hard to find, and he disgraces him for all the wrong reasons.
Billy: Having a heart is a disgrace, Dan. That’s why he’s being forced to suffer for Faust’s actions right now. If he didn’t care about his brothers and distanced himself from them, he wouldn’t have to be the recipient of beat downs intended for them.
The reddened flesh of the Renegade increases in darkness as he slowly progresses upwards, having all the life choked from his frame. As soon as he gets up, Psycho breaks the rear naked choke and blasts him over the upper back with a forearm. Riddick bends down and reaches for his spine only to be spun around and scooped into the air once more. This time Adam slips over Psycho’s shoulder and in the process turns, grabbing hold of the back of his neck. The fans cheer as the Renegade sets up for the reverse neckbreaker only to have his opponent spin around, placing his hands to his upper back and shoving him forward. Adam rushes into the cables and has the wherewithal to jump into the air, landing on the second rope before springing off and twisting into a dropkick to the Sadistic One’s sternum. Psycho is taken down to the canvas while the deceivingly agile Riddick lands on the ring, rolling across it in a very exhausted condition. The crowd reacts with a very mixed response over the fact that Riddick has freed himself from the hold and taken Psycho down in the process. Many of the fans are fickle over who to support in this confrontation, especially given Riddick’s admission of guilt, and the changing of Psycho’s ways. Before they can properly pick sides they watch both men get up, Psycho still a little fresher as he barrels forward into an attempted lariat. Riddick ducks it as his opponent charges into the cables behind him, bouncing off and coming back in at the Renegade, who turns and catches him by the leg. Psycho’s massive frame is hoisted into the air before Riddick drops back into a huge flapjack, that plants him hard face first into the ring. His frame bounces off the canvas while he rolls onto his back, Riddick crawling in and dropping down into the cover. With his body in agony he hooks Psycho’s leg for the pin, Kassie screaming for his opponent to stay down this time.
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Psycho gets his shoulder from the canvas this time, Riddick dropping onto his back in exhaustion. With his chest heaving and his body aching Riddick tries to force himself up to his feet, having a lot of difficulty doing so at this time. Somehow he is still capable of standing though, while Psycho is trying to do the same. He gets to his feet with anguish and remains bent forward only to have Adam step in and take him around the neck, setting up for a vertical suplex it appears as he throws his opponent’s arm over his neck. The fans begin to buzz, realizing what he has in store before Psycho interlocks his hands and brings them down into Riddick’s back, causing him to arch his spine and turn away from him. Riddick is in a prone state as Psycho comes charging forward only to have Adam turn, catching him against his shoulder, hoisting him into the air and turning as he drives him down to the canvas with a vicious spinebuster. Psycho’s body collides hard with the ring while Riddick drops into a cover.
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Psycho gets his shoulder from the ring, sending the fans into a loud uproar.
Douglas: Riddick almost getting the win with two high impact moves, but somehow the Sadistic Savage is keeping himself alive in this contest.
Billy: Which is a wonder, given all those fat rolls.
Douglas: By alive, I was speaking metaphorically, on forget it.
Mayne: I already have.
Riddick sits up with sweat dripping from his face, becoming more and more exhausted the longer this confrontation continues. Nevertheless he rolls to his elbows and knees, starting to force himself to his feet as he steps towards Psycho who shockingly is already standing up. As soon as he gets to a standing base, Riddick grabs him by the wrist and pulls him forward into his shoulders. Adam stands with a great display of strength as he sets up for his version of the F5, the Six Barrel Breakdown. Unfortunately for him his back gives out, causing him to groan as Psycho is allowed to slip from his shoulders and land on his feet behind him. Psycho bends down and buries his shoulder into Adam’s spine, hoisting him up into the air then twisting him as he brings Riddick down back first directly into his knee. Riddick bounces off the knee as a result, dropping to the canvas and rolling across the ring in the direction of the ropes. Although his back is killing him he utilizes the cables to drag himself up to his feet, turning towards Psycho who rushes forward with a lariat to his throat. The lariat connects with such force that Riddick is sent into a corkscrew before finally crashing to the canvas at the side of his now kneeling opponent. A groan comes from the fans and a scream emanates from Kassie over the way her husband was almost beheaded by his much larger opponent. Psycho turns and crawls towards Riddick, not even going for the pinfall. Instead he takes hold of Riddick’s bangs, holding his head up and beginning to drill him to the face with repeated right hands. He now bends forward and sinks his teeth into Adam’s forehead, trying to bite a piece of flesh off just like Faust did to Chapel at Extinction.
The referee steps in, starting a five count on Psycho, demanding he stop this. Once four is reached Psycho removes his teeth and grabs Adam by the hair, pulling him up to his feet once more. A shot is launched into his jaw, knocking him down to the canvas, Riddick rolling over and trying to stand up. He walks into another closed fist under the jaw, sending him crashing into the ring spine first once again. Riddick rolls to his elbows and knees, trying to stand up when Psycho grabs him around the neck, dragging him forward into a front chancery. Psycho now lifts Adam up into the air for his own vertical suplex only to have the Renegade launch a knee downward into his face. As a result Riddick is dropped onto his feet in front of Psycho who rushes forward right into a huge dropkick from Adam, that sends the Sadistic Savage staggering backwards into the cables. He bounces off the ropes and comes staggering forward into Adam who stands and then runs forward into a step up enzugari directly to Psycho’s face, taking him off of his feet spine first down to the canvas. Psycho crashes into the ring while Riddick rises to his feet and steps over him, slipping through the ropes onto the apron then scaling the turnbuckle. With his opponent down, Psycho is going to the top rope to finish him off, standing up on the upper most cable.
Douglas: Riddick going for the frog splash!
Mayne: Yes, Adam is going to finish him off once and for all finally.
Riddick stands up on the top rope with his legs shaking before launching himself off for the frog splash only to have Psycho roll out of the way. As a result Adam ducks his head and drops into a forward roll, ending up on his feet as he turns to face his opponent, charging at him quickly. Psycho stands and steps forward, catching Adam ribs first against his shoulder and lifting him into the air then driving him down with tremendous force back first against the canvas with his own spinebuster. He rolls into the cover, hooking his opposition’s leg.
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Again Adam kicks out, just barely avoiding defeat while Psycho sits up, grinning maliciously, quite enjoying the prospect that he’ll have more time to inflict pain on his opponent. He rises to his feet ever so slowly and takes hold of the hair of Riddich, pulling him up to his seat then beginning to deck him repeatedly to the face, perhaps attempting to do as much damage as humanly possible. He steps back then rushes forward with a hard boot directly into Adam's face, knocking him onto his back once again. While he lies there, Psycho backs up slowly into the turnbuckle, stomping his feet and preparing for something vicious. He rushes out of the corner right at the laid out Riddick who suddenly rolls to his elbows and knees, rising to his feet and bending forward as he catches his monstrous foe against his shoulders, hoisting him up into the air for the F5. He takes him around the neck and sets up for his thunderous Six Barrel Breakdown when Psycho slips off his shoulders and lands on his feet directly behind his opponent, wrapping his arms around his neck. It's clear that Psycho is setting up for the Psychotic Episode that gets the fans screaming. Suddenly Riddick performs a standing switch, getting behind Psycho and trying to reverse until the Sadistic Savage performs his own standing switch. He gets Riddick in perfect position for the Psychotic Episode once again only to have the Renegade rush backwards, powering his nemesis in reverse right against one of the turnbuckles. Psycho is driven against it with tremendous force, his arms falling over the ropes to keep himself upright as a startled and still groggy Riddick staggers forward out of the corner. He turns towards Psycho and comes charging in only to have the massive boot of his opponent launched into the air and slapped right across his face. Adam is more dazed than ever while Kassie covers her mouth on the outside of the ring, stunned by what she is seeing. With Riddick barely able to keep his feet beneath him, he is unaware of Psycho sliding his elbow pad down to his wrist and slapping his bicep as he rushes out of the corner for another of those devastating lariats. Suddenly Riddick ducks it and switches around behind Psycho's back, hooking both of his arms and pulling him down into a back slide pin.
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Everyone is shocked as Psycho was just caught completely off guard with yet another last second pin. He drops onto his side with his face clouding in frustration, unable to believe what has transpired.
Douglas: Riddick got Psycho with the back slide, he pulled him over completely unaware!
Mayne: That was a back slide from heaven Dan, a back slide from heaven.
Dan: Adam Riddick is not Genki Horiguchi, he isn't even prematurely balding. This was a very lucky win for him tonight nevertheless, as he has escaped Psycho's wrath, or really intensified it I guess.
Adam rolls under the ropes and drops to the mats to his knees, looking very disorientated while Kassie quickly approaches him, taking her man under the arm as she drapes it over her shoulders. She helps him rise to his feet as he almost looses his balance in the process, placing his palm to his forehead in the process after taking so many blows to the cranium. All the while Psycho has risen to his seat in the ring, shaking violently and placing his palms to his forehead, rocking back and forth slowly, as if slowly slipping into madness yet again. His quick decline into insanity is only exacebated by the presence of a dreary Michelle Blacker standing on the stage, watching with her arms crossed over her sternum and a smile contrasting the dread which hangs heavy upon her. Her hair hangs down in front of her face, with her twisted delight at the sight of Psycho's misery detectable through her greasy locks.
ACTION AWARENESS
The large IWC symbol is zoomed in upon, standing tall in the interview area and surrounded by a mesh cage. However, on this occasion there is no sight of Susie Moore or Michelle Blacker, no interview taking place at this point in time. Instead the space is vacant, but only for a moment as Orlando Cruze can be seen sauntering forward past the camera. He turns as he scratches at his jaw and passes by the camera once again, pacing almost endlessly while in deep thought. Already he’s decked himself out in his ring gear for later in the evening, prepared for competition in what has quickly become one of the more important matches of his career. This is exactly what he appears to be thinking about while still stroking at his thick jaw.
Nathan: Hey bro, everything okay?
Another loud ovation is heard from the fans, echoing throughout the backstage corridors as Nathan Creed strolls into the camera’s frame. He stops right in front of the Icon, who pauses as if just noticing his slightly introspective opponent.
Orlando: No, I just like to pace endlessly for no apparent reason.
A smile spreads across Creed’s features as he holds his palms up defensively.
Nathan: Okay, okay, stupid question. I imagine your asking yourself rather you made the right decision tonight or not.
The Icon finally looks up into his partner’s face, with a questioning glance.
Cruze: How do you figure?
Creed: Well, I imagine that you’re a little concerned that perhaps you rushed into a decision that will directly effect the remainder of your career. I mean, think about it, if you lose tonight you’ll never, ever get a World title shot again. And you agreed to this under the pretense that if by defeating Scott Gray-Harris you get back into the Championship scene, but of course that still doesn’t mean you’ll get an immediate World title opportunity. You could still be forced to wait around for months until then. So, I guess your kid of debating rather you made the right choice or not in agreeing to this stipulation tonight.
Orlando stares forward for several moments, listening to this insightful speech by the Future and nodding his head in apparent agreement.
Orlando: No, that’s not what I was thinking about at all actually.
Creed blinks his eyes sporadically at a loss for words.
Nathan: Oh. Then why the hell are you pacing, and rubbing at your chin, do you have a pimple?
He twists and turns his head to glare at Orlando’s jaw before the Icon chuckles and holds his palm out.
Cruze: Nah, I was just thinking of a proper way to make sure I have our World Champion’s attention, seeing as after tonight I’ll be the one to dethrone him of his title. And you know what, something wonderfully twisted just came to me.
His fingers snap, having an “ah-ha” moment before slapping the Future on the shoulder and passing him by. All the while Creed follows him with his eyes, deeply conflicted by what he’s hearing.
Creed: Nice to see he’s given this all some serious thought.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
LEARN FROM THE MASTER, CHUMP
We fade back in from commercial backstage as Axl Evermore, moderately sweaty and slightly out of breath from his match against Sean Johnson earlier in the evening, but still in high spirits after his successful first defense of the Cartel Title, which is slung over his shoulder. He passes by various production workers, who all wave positively to him, then, as he sees the food-service table, he picks up a bottle of water. While preparing to open it, he eyes Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed heading down the hallway. After a staredown lasting only a few very tense seconds, Axl takes his unopened water bottle and quickly salutes them with a friendly smirk on his face, prompting them to nod in return emotionlessly as they continue on their way and Axl opens and begins drinking his water. He looks towards them with a still friendly smirk, but as he turns back to the table, he is met by the smirking face of one half of the Tag Team Champions and the former No Holds Barred Champion, the Dark Man himself...Desolation. As expected, this DOES catch Evermore off-guard, however slightly.
Desolation: Big night tonight, wasn't it?
Axl counters by widening his smirk before responding.
Evermore: Can't complain...I mean after all, I went into Extinction with ZERO IWC belts to my name...and I came out of it, AND the show after, with the belt that's meant to instill enough confidence in the bookers to put me in higher-profile matches. While YOU went into Extinction with TWO belts, and came out of it with only ONE. So...what are YOU so happy about this fine action-packed evening?
The Dark Man's jovial mood does not change, as, for some as yet unknown reason, he remains utterly UNFLAPPABLE tonight.
Desolation: If you recall, I only lost on a TECHNICALITY. But that doesn't bother me right now because I'll be getting MY rematch soon enough. No...I'm actually in GREAT spirits tonight because I get to step into the ring, one-on-one, with Chris Cag.--oh, sorry...Simon Ca.--Bumblefuck, and slap him around for a while, for--
Evermore: --having the audacity to try and be more EVIL than you?
Desolation's smirk widens to a full-on evil grin as Evermore has gotten it exactly right. Evermore's eyebrow raises in intrigue.
Desolation: ...Looks like SOMEBODY'S been playing their Brain Age. What's your score now...45, 49?
Evermore: 22, but that's not the point. What I want to know is, why do you keep avoiding me? Why won't you give me an answer about OUR match?
Desolation raises HIS eyebrow questioningly, then eyes the Cartel Title.
Desolation: Maybe when I feel like TELLING you, I will. In the meantime...you just keep that new belt of yours warm for ME.
He begins to walk away, Evermore irately staring in his direction, good spirits clearly dampened, which raises the Dark Man's. He gets off-screen before abruptly coming back on and raising his index finger in a holding gesture.
Desolation: And just one more thing--make sure you watch what's coming up next. You might just LEARN something...CHUMP.
He hesitates, then pats the center plate of the Cartel belt before smiling derisively at Evermore and leaving again, his match coming up next.
Douglas: Desolation, while still REFUSING to give Evermore his match, just delivered a CRYSTAL CLEAR message to our new Cartel Champion!
Mayne: Yeah, "Pay attention and you might just LEARN something!" That hot-dogger Evermore, that CHUMP, according to Desolation, COULD stand to learn a thing or two from the Dark Man!
Douglas: Billy's blatant ass-kissery of Desolation aside...Axl Evermore WILL be watching the upcoming match VERY closely! DESOLATION...SILENCER...NEXT!!!
DESOLATION VS. SILENCER
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.
Desolation walks to the ring, head lowered with the tag team title strap hanging from his grasp. 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.
He gets to his feet and slowly raises one fist into the air before stepping through the ring ropes. He throws the tag team title belt to the official, referee Ingelson grabbing it out of the air in the nick of time.
Douglas: Desolation is out here, still a little banged up it appears from his insane bout with Jon Rich at Extinction, but certainly not displaying as such. Yet after what occurred at the onslaught of tonight’s telecast, and what happened at Extinction, I would have to say the Dark Man is at a decisive disadvantage in this first blood foray against long time associate Silencer.
Mayne: First Blood? So he’s participating in a cheesy action film with political undertones? He won’t have to wear a bandana will he? Because Desolation doesn’t strike me as a hat type of person.
Dan: Nooo, he’s competing in a bout where the only way to emerge victorious is to bust your opponent open and make them bleed.
Billy: Ha, rather he’s still reeling from that beyond violent encounter with Jon Rich or not, this bout still sounds straight up his alley. You know, the type of alley you don’t like to walk through at night.
“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. Desolation glares across the ring at him with little to no emotion present on his features, clearly unconcerned with the man who he’s faced on numerous occasions in the past.
Douglas: Silencer coming off a huge win at Extinction over David Miller is just moments away from testing his fait against the darkest soul in the history of the IWC, a man he has an extensive past with. And as Billy alluded to, this bout is straight up Desolation’s alley.
Mayne: Let’s get one thing straight here Dan, Silencer got lucky at Extinction, that type of luck isn’t sustainable, it doesn’t last. It’s about as lingering as one’s flatulence.
Dan: Depending on who’s gas your referencing, Billy. But based on the extensive history between these two, I can naturally assume that if anyone is capable of beating the Dark Man in this style of contest, it would be Silencer.
Billy: Just because they’ve faced each other redundantly up until this point, doesn’t mean Silencer has gotten any better in the ring.
Both former World Champion’s stare at each other from across the ring, preparing for what should be a violent, brutal affair as the bell sounds in the background. That’s when the Dark Man steps towards the center of the ring, lifting his palm up into the air for a test of strength while Silencer looks up at it, debating rather he should do this or not. Finally he nods and lifts his hand slowly into the air only for Desolation to go for a boot to his ribs. The sneaky attack is blocked by Silencer though, as he catches hold of the ankle of his opponent and pushes down on it, sending the co-holder of the tag team titles into a spin. He turns to face Silencer who steps forward with an attempted punch at his still lacerated forehead. Desolation steps under it and immediately turns to face the back of the former Champion, wrapping his arms around his waist for what looks like a German suplex. Silencer performs a standing switch, getting behind the Dark Man and reversing the waist lock, setting up for his own move. Before he has the time to think about what he intends to hit, the tag champion reaches back with his foot and hooks it around the back of Silencer’s knee. He pulls forward with his leg and causes Silencer to trip as he falls onto his back, Desolation turning to face him when his opponent places his feet to his sternum. The Dark Man is kicked backwards, being knocked onto his back while Silencer rolls in reverse onto his feet, then comes charging forward. To the surprise of many Desolation nips up onto his feet then catches Silencer under the arm, pulling him down into an arm drag takeover. The former World Champion crashes into the ring and then rolls over onto his feet before charging into the ropes, jumping onto the second one feet first. He launches himself off backwards in the direction of Desolation who stands and turns towards him only to be caught by the arm. Silencer drops down into a springboard arm drag, flipping his opponent forward only to have him go into a roll directly onto his feet. Silencer now nips up to his feet as the tag champ turns towards him, both men’s fists clinched and the crowd responding with cheers.
Douglas: Another display of just how much these two know each other, with counter, after counter between them there.
Mayne: Damn counters, if someone is going to hit a move they should just hit it, or take it like a man. Although I do believe Silencer’s sexual orientation can be easily challenged, in stark contrast to the manly man that is Desolation. He shaves himself with a pine cone and eats it afterwards, that’s how manly Desolation is.
The crowd is still clapping over the plethora of counters between these two before they step forward slowly in one another’s directions. They now tie up in a collar elbow before Desolation quickly spins around and takes hold of his opponent’s arm, tucking it behind his back into a hammerlock. Instead of remaining in this hold Silencer forces himself into a spin, going around behind Desolation, but instead of locking in his own hammerlock he steps to his side and grabs hold of his arm. He falls sideways towards the canvas and pulls Desolation down into another arm drag, that sends him rolling across the canvas. Silencer jumps to his feet and comes rushing towards the Dark Man who stands and catches him against his shoulders. Desolation stands up with Silencer in a fireman’s carry before pushing him up into the air. Once his opponent is airborne, floating above his head, Desolation turns drastically and catches him by the wrist, pulling him down into a modified arm drag of his own from such a high position. The crowd claps as Silencer crashes into the ring then rolls across it onto his knees, holding his back but quickly rising to his feet. He comes charging in at Desolation who stands in time to catch by the arm, Silencer doing the same to his opponent before both men fall to their backs, simultaneously going for a double arm drag.
They both crash onto their backs, unable to hit the move they were both looking for at this point as Silencer begins to sit up. Just as he does, Desolation’s boot collides with his face, followed by another strike to his features. The former multiple time World Champion kicks him once more with incredible force with the soul of his boot, Silencer falling onto his spine as a result. He goes over into a reverse roll and ends up on his knees while Desolation again displays his agility by nipping up onto his feet then charging forward. He delivers a sickening knee strike directly to Silencer’s face, knocking him onto his back as a result and causing the crowd to respond with jeers.
Mayne: What a knee to the face that was sickening! And ever so wonderful.
Douglas: That may have been enough to bust Silencer open right then and there!
The former World Champion rolls to his elbows and knees, trying to push himself up before Desolation steps in and takes the back of his head. To the disgust of the fans he delivers a straight upward kick right to Silencer’s face, followed by another one, then a third, the strikes echoing throughout the arena and keeping his opponent on his knees. He then steps back and spins around, delivering a back heel kick with tremendous emphasis right to the former Champion’s face. The echo sounds throughout the arena as Silencer crashes onto his back, laid out completely.
Mayne: Oh, and Desolation follows up that knee with a lethal, stiff kick directly to that painted face. Well, I think it’s just moments away from being painted with something else, and that’s Silencer’s blood.
Douglas: Do you ever cease speaking? Is the sound of your voice actually that pleasant?
Mayne: It’s more soothing than pleasant thank you.
The former title holder remains on his back, reeling after those stiff strikes to the cranium while Desolation steps over him, wearing a fierce expression on his face. He approaches a nearby turnbuckle and grabs the top padding, using his brute strength to just rip it off, discarding it quickly over the crowd. Ingelson jumps in his path, demanding that he stop this, holding his palms out in his direction before Desolation shoves him aside, well aware that there are no rules in this confrontation, that’s he free to do whatever he wishes. As soon as he approaches Silencer, his smaller opponent gets to his knees and dives forward, driving the top of his head directly into the ribs of the Dark Man. Desolation is doubled over as a result while Silencer rises to his feet and reaches out, taking his opposition by the back of the head as he sets up for a jaw breaker. He jumps into the air only for the tag champion to transition without warning, twisting his body and getting his knee up, pulling Silencer down face first into it. His skull cracks against the kneepad and causes him to stand up, stumbling around in a very disorientated state. Desolation rises quickly to his feet and steps to Silencer’s side, grabbing the back of his head and charging him towards the exposed turnbuckle bolt. It’s obvious that his intention is to ram the face of his opponent against the bolt only to have Silencer step up the ropes, getting to the top one and flipping backwards. He goes right over top of Desolation’s shoulder and lands on his feet behind his back, the Dark Man spins around as his opponent charges forward and jumps into the air. Both of his feet are wedged against the ribs of his opposition, looking for the monkey toss when the Champion places his palms to Silencer’s ribs, shoving him up into the air. He turns and presses Silencer over the top rope, sending him plummeting to the outside mats which he crashes into violently chest and face first.
The incredible force of his impact with the mats echoes throughout the arena and causes him to rise to his knees, an extremely dazed expression residing on his features. Nevertheless he begins to force himself up to his feet when the Alpha Generation member comes barreling across the ring and dives through the ropes, twisting into a suicide pancha. His back strikes his long time nemesis’ chest and sends both of them crashing to the mats. The Dark Man rolls onto his feet then steps forward, a flustered, frustrated expression residing on his face. It’s quite clear that the events of the last couple weeks have really begun to fester and eat away at him as he moves towards Kaily Wolf. She quickly stands, vacating her chair then motioning towards it, not getting in Desolation’s way as he scowls in her direction. He reaches out and takes hold of the steel, folding it up, making it quite clear that he wants to end this contest quickly.
Mayne: It looks like Desolation has got a chair for Silencer, maybe he’s going to offer him a seat and the two can have themselves an elegant discussion about the events of the Pacific Rim.
Douglas: I hardly think that’s an educated assumption. Desolation is making use of the laxed rules, which I unfortunately can’t chastise him for.
Billy: Your always chastising people, your like a, a, a, chastity belt, all steel and frigid, and extremely damaging to the head of a penis.
Douglas: I agree, and…..what in the hell is this now?
The camera briefly cuts to both Billy Mayne and Dan Douglas who glance over their shoulders in the direction of yet another druid standing behind the barricade right behind their backs. This time the individual clad in all ebony clothing which hangs loosely from his frame is holding up a poster board sign with words written out across it and reading, “He’s Coming.”
Mayne: Dan? Is it alright for me to start fearing for my life right now with all these druids popping up left and right?
Dan: I’m starting to become rather tentative about all of this myself.
Desolation turns towards Silencer who is struggling to reach his feet, trying to get up when he spots the inbound Alpha Gen member. The chair is lifted above his head, about to remove the skull of the former World Champion when Silencer jumps into the air, burying his feet to the Dark Man’s mid-section. Silencer drops back and monkey flips Desolation over, sending him crashing hard spine first into the mats. He arches his back and turns to his side with the crowd cheering loudly over that big counter, that leaves both individuals aching on the mats. No matter how much pain he’s in Silencer is able to force himself upwards, grabbing hold of the tarp hanging from the squared circle and utilizing it to pull himself to his feet. He now climbs up onto the apron and turns towards Desolation who is utilizing the barricade to reach his feet. As soon as he stands up he turns towards the squared circle, Silencer rushing forward and jumping off the apron, extending his legs and coming down posterior first onto his sternum. Desolation is knocked to the mats back first with Silencer coming down on top of him then jumping to his feet as he steps forward with a battle-cry that gets the fans into the action. While his opposition is still down Silencer climbs up onto the apron, backing across it with his eyes on his struggling opponent, preparing for another diving maneuver. As soon as the Dark Man stands upright, grabbing the top edge of the barricade and looking down at the steel chair he tried to utilize earlier Silencer comes barreling forward. Trying to take his opponent down again, Silencer dives from the apron straight at him only to have Desolation turn and drive the top edge of a chair directly into his ribs. The former World Champion drops to his feet while doubled over, his arms crossed over his abdomen as he groans in pain.
While in this state of agony Desolation steps in front of him, placing the chair long ways under his throat and then standing him up to face the turnbuckle post. Silencer is charged forward with the bottom of the chair being driven into the exposed steel post, thus pushing the top edge violently into his throat. Almost immediately he begins to choke and gag, tumbling onto his back as he rolls around, almost incapable of breathing.
Douglas: Ahhh, Silencer’s throat may have just been crushed!
Mayne: The Dark Man is unleashing all of his pint up frustrations Dan, and damnit if it’s not enjoyable to see him do so. Much more entertaining than anything starring Kevin Costner, oh wait, that’s not fair, I was amused by his performance in Mr. Brooks, talk about hysterical.
Silencer remains on his back with his face getting increasingly red, no air able to make it to his brain perhaps while the individual he has a long association with makes his way around the ring in the direction of the steel steps. He grabs hold of them, scooping the steel up across his sternum then placing it on the apron and sliding it under the cables into the ring. Moving methodically he now begins to approach his opponent, who has utilized every bit of his remaining strength to drag himself up to his feet, leaning on the apron for support. Desolation stands on the opposite side of the exposed turnbuckle post and reaches around it to grab hold of Silencer’s hair. As soon as his fingers grasp hold of it, Silencer grabs the wrist of the Alpha Gen member and drops back, pulling Desolation forward face first with a thud against the post. A groan comes from the fans while Desolation turns away from the post and places his hands over his face, leaning forward and staggering across the mats. His palm is pulled away from his skull as he glares into it, ensuring that he has yet to be busted open. Once he’s sure that he’s not bleeding he turns back to face his opponent, running across the mats to move around the ring and get his hands on him. That’s when Silencer rushes forward, grabbing hold of the exposed turnbuckle post and swinging around with his legs into a modified 619 right to Desolation’s face, knocking him onto his back and sending the crowd into a loud ovation. Silencer drops onto his feet and stumbles backwards into the barricade, leaning on it for support while he places his hand over his throat.
Douglas: Silencer hitting that modification of the 619 out of nowhere!
Mayne: That little rat bastard, he should be getting medical help instead of making this eventual ass kicking get worse and worse.
Trying to conceal the fact that there may be a little bit of blood in his mouth, spewed forth from his damaged throat, Silencer keeps his lips together as he approaches Desolation, who is already starting to get up. A boot is launched into the side of his face, almost taking him right back down before he’s dragged to his feet then rolled into the ring under the ropes. Silencer stumbles around, still clutching at his throat as he approaches the chair that was left on the mats a few feet away. He approaches it and snatches the steel off the mats before rolling into the ring towards Desolation who is trying his best to get up. The Dark Man reaches his elbows and knees when Silencer steps up behind him and delivers a thunderous chair shot directly over his back. A groan escapes from Desolation’s lungs as he arches his spine and slides across his knees in anguish. When he begins to recover Silencer jumps into the air and sticks the chair under his feet then dropkicking it into the back of his opponent’s skull. The Alpha Generation member falls to his elbows and knees in a crawling position while the former World Champion stands up with the chair still grasped in his hands. He steps to the Dark Man’s side then jumps into the air, sticking the chair under his legs and dropping it directly across the back of his opponent’s head. Desolation crashes into the canvas face first with the fans cheering wildly, realizing that Silencer may actually have a chance in this increasingly violent first blood encounter.
He rises to his feet slowly, holding at his throat while lifting the chair into the air yet again, utilizing it just as proficiently as his opposition can. Still reeling from all the strikes and collision from the steel, Desolation rolls to his seat only to have Silencer rush forward abruptly and throw the chair with tremendous force directly into his face. The Alpha Generation representative crashes onto his back, covering his face with his palms after the steel cracked against his skull. The fans stand up, trying to look into the ring and determine rather Desolation is busted open or not as he rolls to his elbows and knees, revealing that he is laceration free. No blood streams down his face much to the crowd’s display while he crawls towards the steel steps he brought in just a few moments ago. Surprisingly he begins to stand up in front of them when Silencer comes rushing up behind him, taking the back of his head and diving forward as he drags the Dark Man down face first into the steel steps. Desolation skull slams with tremendous force against the steps, causing him to stand up and swipe at his features as he staggers backwards into the turnbuckle baring the exposed bolt. He falls against with referee Ingelson stepping in and bending down, observing his features, making sure there is no blood flowing, and to the surprise of many no claret smears his features.
Mayne: Oh thank you Jesus, Desolation continuing to not look like a twelve year old girl who just ruined her first fancy dress with her seasonal flow.
Douglas: Wow, just wow Billy, you should write some of this stuff down and send it in somewhere.
Billy: I was until Playboy started rejecting my letters.
Desolation continues to lean back first against the corner, his palm pulling away from his face as he glares into, a bit surprised himself that he’s not bleeding. Silencer stands up and repositions the steps in between himself and the prone Dark Man, backing away from them now into the opposite corner. He then rushes forward and steps onto the stairs, using them as a prop to launch himself off of directly into a huge flying back elbow to the Dark Man’s sternum. Desolation almost crashes out of the corner as a result while Silencer falls to his feet in front of him and then turns, climbing up the turnbuckle. He reaches the second rope and stares down into the face of his frustrated opponent, beginning to deliver right hand after right hand into his face. The fans keep count of how many jabs connect with the skull of the Dark Man, each one getting closer and closer to eliciting blood from beneath the surface of his tensed flesh.
Fans: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7…
Without warning Desolation bends forward, burying his shoulder to Silencer’s gut and dropping back. As a result the former Champion comes crashing down face first into the exposed bolt of the turnbuckle, the crowd groaning thanks to the impact. Silencer has his arms draped over the top rope, keeping himself upright while his eyes roll to the back of his head. Somehow he is still conscious, just barely though, after hitting the bolt, and his forehead has yet to be busted open. Desolation looks to change that as even while aching he steps up behind his long time associate, grabbing his hair and yanking back on his head before driving him face first into the exposed bolt once more. Silencer is yanked in reverse before his face is planted against the bolt again, and again, and again, blood finally beginning to flow as a result.
Mayne: Yes, Silencer is busted open, he’s been lacerated!
Douglas: After being driven repeatedly face first into that exposed turnbuckle post there was just no stopping it unfortunately.
Billy: The Dark Man is victorious yet again, he’s back to his winning ways.
Ingelson steps in and spots Silencer’s cut open forehead, sending blood flowing down his face, therefore he turns and calls for the bell. This match has concluded as a result, rather quickly to the surprise of many. Desolation steps up behind Silencer and grabs him by the hair, pulling back on his head once again and then driving him face first into that exposed bolt to boos from the crowd. Even though he has already been declared the victor, Desolation just isn’t through yet, continuing to drive the already blood smeared features of his opponent into that exposed bolt. Ingelson steps in and grabs him by the shoulder, trying to make Desolation stop before the official is pie faced and sent crashing to the canvas as a result.
Douglas: Desolation enough is enough, stop this already, you’ve won the match!
Mayne: I imagine he sees Jon Rich’s head on Silencer, Dan, and if that’s the case, there’s no stopping him at this point. It’s going to take the National Guard, or an army that isn’t a joke, to come out here and pull him off of Silencer.
Desolation turns his attention back to Silencer, who isn’t capable of putting up much of a fight at this point as his face is drenched in his own blood. The Dark Man grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around and then grabbing him by the wrist, pulling him forward into his shoulder. Silencer is hung over his back as he moves across the ring and steps up the steel stairs, reaching the top of them and then dropping the former Champion across his neck and head on the very top of them with the Brand X (Kryptonite Krunch). The fans cover their mouths, beginning to scream with shock over what they’re seeing as Silencer now lies a crumbled, motionless wreck across the top of the stairs, bleeding profusely from the skull.
Douglas: Oh Jesus, no, no! What are you thinking Desolation? I thought you had an iota of respect for this man!
Mayne: Ha, Desolation respects no one, besides himself, and Hurse, and Hellkat possibly. Okay, so he respects a few people.
Dan: Would you shut up? Silencer’s neck may have just been broken.
Billy: Well there’s no need to be so testy.
Many of the fans are still sitting in shock over what they just witnessed, shaking their heads and groaning at the sight of the incredibly bloodied Silencer lying strewn on top of the stairs. He barely shows even the slightest indications of life, his long, deep breaths displaying that air is at least reaching his lungs. Desolation stands up over top of him with a twisted expression on his face while his eyes slowly shift towards the mangled steel chair, equally as damaged and broken as his opposition. He steps towards the steel and snatches it off the canvas while Ingelson steps in his way, pleading with him to stop this. On this occasion Desolation grabs the referee by the back of the head and charges him at the ropes, throwing him through them to the outside of the ring. Ingelson crashes into the mats with a thud while Desolation pushes Silencer over onto his chest and stomach, his head remaining on top of the steps. He bends forward and places the chair on the side of the former World Champion’s skull before walking around him towards the ropes. The Dark Man methodically slips through the ropes, taking his dear old time while overlooking the fans and gripping the top cable with both hands, something devilish definitely in store.
Dan: What is he doing now? Haven’t you done enough you son of a bitch? Haven’t you done enough!?!
Mayne: Not yet Dan, not until he puts an emphatic end to Silencer.
Douglas: What more can this demonic bastard do to him?
Billy: Force him to watch a Cindy Lopper video?
Silencer is still lying lifeless across the steps with his head stuck between the steel and the chair on the opposite side of his skull, sandwiched between both hard, unforgiving objects. Desolation displays no emotion before he showcases his agility by jumping to the top rope and springing off of it, flying through the air and then double stomping the chair. Silencer’s skull is truly cracked by the chair and the steps as his body begins to go into convulsions that cause him to roll off the stairs. His incredibly bloodied and broken body tumbles to the mats back first, continuing to shake violently while Desolation rolls forward across the canvas right back to his feet.
Douglas: NOOOO!!!
Mayne: Wow, what did you do Desolation?
Desolation turns slowly and glares down at Silencer who still isn’t moving as he lies spread across the canvas, his blood creating a puddle beneath his possibly fragmented, fractured skull. He moves across the ring shaking his head as if he was forced to do this while the fans are still screaming and watching this ghastly display in utter disgust. Nobody can quite believe what Desolation just did to Silencer, who still isn’t moving an inch as he bleeds buckets from his broken cranium.
Dan: Why Desolation, why? What was the need for this?
Mayne: The Dark Man need not explain his actions to you, or anyone else. Me maybe, but definitely not you.
Desolation crunches his fingers as he drops down beside Silencer, taking him by the hair and holding up his head which drips with blood. The Dark Man places him in kind of a side headlock of sorts, resting his battered, bruised cranium against his chest and motioning with a single raised finger for the camera to come to him. The lens zooms in on the Dark Man who turns Silencer’s head so that all the damage done to it can properly be seen.
Desolation: It’s sad, this didn’t need to happen. But apparently, people like Axl Evermore and Jon Rich, need to be reminded why I’m not to be fucked with.
The Dark Man gently strokes the bloody locks of Silencer, stringing his hair as if he were a powerless infant.
Desolation: It’s about time the people on this roster realize their place.
With his hands soaked in Silencer’s blood he releases the fractured cranium of his opponent, standing up and backing away slowly. He doesn’t remove his eyes from the destroyed remains of the former World Champion, swiping his blood against his chest in the process. The fans watch on, unsure of what to make out of what they just witnessed.
Douglas: What Desolation has done here tonight is unspeakable.
Mayne: It needed to be done Dan, to remind the IWC that the Alpha Generation is the dominant entity around here.
Dan: This didn’t need to happen, this is just barbaric, this is just twisted. Someone get out here and help Silencer, please!
Desolation sticks his leg over the middle rope and holds it there while he continues to look down at the blood soaked Silencer.
SOUL RIPPED
A surprisingly loud pop emanates from the fans at the sight of IWC newcomer Skylar Kelly standing at the forefront of the camera. A smirk is present on his face as he stands in his street attire, the lens zoomed in on his jovial, almost ecstatic expression. Standing just off to his side is Willow Mayville, dressed rather extravagantly for the evening, this being Skylar Kelly’s first major press outing since his successful debut at Extinction. He continues to look around and listen to the ovation for him bouncing from the walls in this long backstage corridor, standing just in front of the IWC interview set with the ever so lovely, yet still bandaged Susie Moore located right before him. A microphone is clutched in her palm while she looks up at the smirking, almost excited features of Skylar.
Susie: Skylar Kelly, at just the fruitful age of 23, you made your official debut here in the IWC, and in the process you even defeated the monstrous Seth Reiley.
Skylar: Thanks for reminding me, I kind of already forgot who it was that I beat.
Susie nods and then shrugs her shoulders.
Susie: Oh well, happens to me all the time. Sometimes I even forget my own name, don’t you hate it when that happens?
The mic is thrust out towards his lips while Skylar looks back and forth, unsure how to reply. Instead of being honest he chooses to placate Susie, leaving forward while scratching at the back of his neck.
Kelly: Um, yeah?
Moore: Excellent. So how does it feel to be an official member of the IWC roster?
Again the microphone is stuck out towards his lips, almost striking him in the face in the process. He rears his head back and rubs at his jaw, contemplating his response.
Skylar: Well, I’ve strived a long time to be the best, and I believe that’s what I found here in the IWC, the absolute best. It’s truly an honor to be part of this roster, which is filled with so many tremendous talents, great veterans and terrific up and comers. I just hope I can add something to this company, and help improve the roster, making them better than they already are.
Susie nods several times, although she has no idea what was said, too concerned with the bright red light that informs her the camera is operational. Finally she shakes her head, snapping out of it and lifting the mic back towards her pouting lips.
Susie: So what are your plans here in the IWC? What do you hope to gain from being part of this company?
Again Skylar only momentarily contemplates his response before providing a rather witty one.
Kelly: Well I’d be remiss to say that I wasn’t here to win the World Heavyweight title, but I understand that it’s going to take some time. I have no problem operating with some honor, and some class, and putting on some stupendous matches with a couple of the hard working guys and girls here, as I slowly work my way to the top. I feel….
Evans: Well you certainly won’t get to the top with that attitude.
The reaction from the fans changes completely, giving one the impression that they’re bi-polar before Pat Evans and Aurora Rose march into the camera’s frame. Evans is boasting the Submission Championship over his shoulder and looking with dreary eyes upon Skylar Kelly, Aurora standing proudly at her trainer’s side. Her hand is over his shoulder while she scowls in the direction of Willow, repulsed by the sight of her, as well as Kelly of course. Susie turns back and forth, not sure who to hold the microphone towards before a smirking Skylar is the first to break the now awkward silence.
Skylar: Oh, is that right?
Pat: Of course, considering the last time I was wrong was when I guessed Seth Owens was actually worth wasting my time on, and that was months ago. Besides, I think I’d know a little bit better than you, how one succeeds around here, or in the wrestling business in general.
Kelly scoffs at this notion and shakes his head defiantly.
Kelly: First of all pal, I’m no rookie….
Evans: Oh yes you are.
This inference bewilders the IWC newcomer, who’s eyebrow arches as Evans steps a little closer, wincing in pain from his back, still feeling the effects of that Rock Bottom from earlier and the moves Faust hit on him earlier.
Pat: Because I guarantee you’ve never been in a company which forces you to reevaluate everything you believe in. A company which strips away whatever honor, whatever pride, whatever nobility, and what remnants of a soul you have left. The only way to win in this company, the only way to succeed is to have no conscious, to have no emotion, and to have no remorse. Honor, pfft….
Evans shakes his head while a still sweaty Aurora nods hers.
Evans: The only thing that will get you in the IWC is a cup of coffee. Give it a few months, then look in my eyes and tell me that I’m not right, tell me your honor and respect got you somewhere, tell me that you still have a soul. If you really want to see what it takes to get ahead in this company, just watch what I do later tonight. Let’s go Aurora, before I get sick.
Aurora takes Pat by the hand and he leads her right past Skylar and Willow, both of them turning to watch the disgruntled duo stroll off down the corridor. As soon as their out of the camera’s frame, Skylar shakes his head and turns back towards Susie.
Kelly: Is everyone in the IWC as warm and accommodating as he is?
Susie: No, usually they’re pretty rude.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
NOW ON DVD
FORGIVENESS
The show returns to the ring with the fans in tremendous anticipation for whatever may be up next, very anxious to see whatever in ring action that is about to unfold. The highly excitable voices of Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne can be heard in the background.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, if your just joining us, man have you ever missed a big edition of Riot! Not only did we just see some more lunacy backstage when Pat Evans hijacked Skylar Kelly’s interview time, but we’ve also seen a major brawl to commence the telecast, and we’ve been informed that there are several huge stipulations on our main event as well.
Mayne: A main event where we’ll finally see all of Orlando Cruze’s hope and dreams destroyed, fittingly I might add by SGH, Scott Gray-Harris.
Dan: That remains to be seen, because if Orlando can win this match tonight he’ll be back in World title competition. However, if he loses he’ll never receive another title shot again.
Billy: Good, it would be an excellent lesson for him to learn, since he has no grasp of the concept known as patience.
With the fans continuing to generate some buzz the delirious, somewhat unusual opening tunes of Evereve’s “House of the Rising Sun” begin to filter through the speakers, the house lights slightly dimming in conjunction with the tunes. The crowd rises to their feet and begins to react with outright repulsion and fury as the lights shining down on the entry way begin to dance and move in synchronism with the abnormal rendition of the classic song. They know who is about to emerge through the entry wat and before they can properly prepare themselves the curtains part, leading to the arrival of World Champion Hurse. He strolls onto the stage with a strange confidence, wearing a huge grin on his face as well as the World title belt that is draped over his shoulder. Over the other is his Tag Team Championship, completely decked out in gold tonight. Both belts cling to the fancy articles of clothing binding to his frame, wanting to look particularly nice for this all important occasion. He progresses towards the ring through the dancing lights and amongst the furious fans, not paying them a single shred of attention. Obviously he has something else all too important on his mind, not that he would give the crowd the time of day otherwise, but still. As he reaches the ring he jumps anxiously onto the apron and slips through the ropes, going into a spin with the World title belt clutched out to his side, and the tag title belt extended out to the other, bringing them into proper focus and further infuriating the sold out crowd in the process.
Douglas: Oh great, I was hoping he’d be too demoralized to come out here tonight, but apparently his head is too thick to realize the severity of what happened at Extinction. Robin Brooks finally had enough of him and shooting star pressed his abusive ass, then fed him to Killjoy and Psycho.
Mayne: If Robin has any intelligence, which is a tremendous “if” she’d come to this ring, drop to her knees and apologize for what she did.
Dan: If you think that is going to happen, your just as sadly mistaken as Hurse is tonight. Your both in for a huge letdown.
Billy: Meh, I’m demoralized every week when I’m forced to listen to your voice, so I have no problem with whatever may transpire.
The Champion moves in casual strides towards the ropes and snaps his fingers in request for a microphone. One is promptly placed in his palm as he turns and thrusts the Championships over his shoulders. Pacing he glares at the entry way, as if overly anxious for someone’s arrival, biting his lip in anticipation. In contrast he tentatively lifts the microphone to his lips, going over what he’s about to say repeatedly.
Hurse: Okay, so things didn’t exactly go as I had planned at Extinction.
A loud ovation commences from the fans as this statement is made, Hurse turning back and forth as he mumbles obscenities under his breath. Clearly this is not the response he thought he would be receiving.
Hurse: I admit that my brilliant, well conceived plot hit a few snags, mostly thanks to the individual I’m about to bring out here. Now I know it’s not all her fault, although none of it is mine of course, but I think I’m owed an apology. If Robin Brooks has any desire to ensure that this relationship doesn’t flounder and die, then she had better come to this ring and hear me out.
His palm is held in the air as he turns back and forth.
Hurse: I realize she’s been avoiding me, because she needed time to get her shit together, but frankly I’ve been more than accommodating in allowing her to figure out what it is that she wants out of life. Being the compassionate, understanding boyfriend that I am, I’ve given her time, and now I want answers, nay, I demand them. Plus, if she gives me the correct answers, I’ve brought with me something that will ensure a disaster like the one that happened at Extinction, never transpires again. So Brooks….
”Rumor” by Lindsey Lohan is sung throughout the Manhattan Center and causes the crowd to react with a huge ovation. Everyone jumps from their seats with their arms raised high above their heads, their eyes cutting to the entry way, as does Hurse’s. He seems surprised that he was cut off but more confident than ever that Brooks is about to march out and apologize. The reaction from the crowd gets louder as Robin emerges onto the stage wearing a black leather, Killjoy style jacket. She glares at the ring and clearly doesn’t like what she’s seeing but represses her repulsion and moves down the ramp.
Mayne: That’s right, I knew she’d come out here, and now she’s going to do some Grade A apologizing for her actions.
Douglas: Are you out of your God damn mind? Are you fucked in the head? She doesn’t owe Hurse an apology, and something tells me he’s not going to receive one.
Hurse graciously steps forward and parts the ropes for Brooks to enter as she makes her way up the steps. She then purposely moves to the other side of the ring and slips through the ropes on her own, ignoring Hurse’s attempt to aid her. He becomes momentarily confused but then smiles nevertheless, watching her pass by him into the ring. Surprisingly the X-Class Championship is not in her possession at this time, unlike Hurse with the need to show off her titles to feel better about herself. Hurse turns towards her and forces a warm, accommodating smile, yet Brooks fails to be buying his emotions at face value. She storms immediately across the ring and requests the use of a microphone as well, one being dispatched to her by the eager Kaily. The Black Widow now finds herself turning towards the abnormally chipper Champion, clear disgust prevalent in her eyes.
Robin: Steven, what in the hell do you think your doing?
The question is met with some cheers while Hurse chuckles, obviously believing her to be stringing him along.
Brooks: Did you honestly think I was going to come out here and apologize to you? I knew you had a screw loose, but I didn’t know you were this far over the edge. There is no way, whatsoever I’m going to apolo….
Hurse: Apology accepted.
His arms extend out to his sides as he moves towards Brooks, looking for a comforting hug, and acting as if he didn’t hear a single solitary word that she spoke. As he approaches her palm extends and buries against his sternum, holding him at bay. Hurse keeps his arms out stretched to his sides though, becoming slightly confused before he puckers up and reaches out with his lips, trying to get a smooch.
Robin: What in the hell is wrong with you? Steven, I’m not going to apologize, and I’m not going to come back to you, ever!
The closed eyes of the Champion open abruptly and cloud with sheer bewilderment. He tilts his head, trying to wrap his mind around this concept that she no longer adores him, or worships the very ground he walks on. Suddenly the smirk returns to his face, beginning to wag his finger in the direction of the Black Widow’s face.
Hurse: Damn you’re convincing, you almost had me going there for a second. “I’ll never come back to you,” come on, I’m irresistible. Now stop all this joking around and let’s go backstage to properly make up with each other, wink, wink.
He grabs her by the wrist and begins to walk to the back when she abruptly drags her arm free. The reluctance, on the part of who he believes to still be his ex-girlfriend, causes Hurse to spin around and observe her while still smiling widely.
Robin: Would you stop, Steven?
Shrugging his shoulders he pretends to have no earthly idea what she’s talking about. She steps back and shakes her head, clearly distraught by his ignorance.
Brooks: Face it already, we’re no longer together, we’re through. I don’t love you, in fact, I don’t know if I ever loved you.
Chuckles escape from Hurse, who is refusing to believe it, his palm placed over his face as his head slowly begins to hang. It finally seems to be sinking in on him. Brooks steps forward so that he hears her clearly.
Brooks: Steven, the sooner you accept the fact that it’s over between us, is the moment you can go on living the rest of your life, like I’ve begun to. Like it or not, you don’t own me anymore, you can’t abuse me mentally and threaten to abuse me physically any longer. What happened at Extinction was no mistake, it’s something that I’ve wanted and needed to do for so very long. Now that it’s over, now that I’ve actually done it, I feel freedom for the first time in over a year. I feel free from you, I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I can breath again, things are no longer looking bleak, because I realized I don’t need you anymore. So to cut this short so I don’t have to look at your face any longer, we’re over!
She throws down the microphone and steps around Hurse who is still laughing while covering his face with his large palm. As she begins to vacate the ring he reaches out and grabs hold of her wrist, refraining from allowing her to flee the squared circle.
Douglas: Robin finally laying down the law, now take your hands off of her Hurse.
Mayne: Slap that bitch!
Brooks tries to pull her wrist free but can’t do it as the World Champion slowly lowers to a knee in front of her. Outrage mixed with befuddlement sets into her features as she watches Hurse kneel down before her, reaching into his jacket pocket.
Hurse: Robin, I know what you want, I can change, I swear I can change. I can be the perfect boyfriend, unlike Killjoy I’m willing to commit. See, look….
A sparkling ring is removed from his pocket and held out before her batting eyes.
Hurse: Robin, will you marry me? This is what you want right?
The Black Widow is almost floored by this bold question, her jaw slowly falling and her mouth hanging agape. With a large smile on his desperate face he holds the ring out to her, trying to show off the cheap diamond on the very tip of it. The fans are all screaming, demanding that Brooks doesn’t do this, that she doesn’t give in while her head slowly lowers. The microphone is raised towards her lips. Hurse is almost crying as he holds her hand and tries to maintain his grin. Brooks now speaks with little emotion, and much more calmer, much more rationally.
Black Widow: Steven, I do….
His face lights up, all the dread fading from his features.
Robin: ….Not want to marry you. I’ll never marry you.
His lips begin to tremble and his face becomes a pale shade of white as Brooks leans down so that there eye level.
Robin: I’d rather marry Pat Evans than marry you. So you can take this cheap ring you’ve got here, and you can shove it down your throat, maybe then you’d actually shut up for a change.
After making the statement Brooks pulls her hand free and slaps the ring out of the World Champion’s clutches, knocking it down to the canvas. He is remaining on a single knee with his mouth hanging open, his eyes full of disbelief, and his face frozen in shock. The crowd is reacting with tremendous praise as Brooks turns and vacates the ring, her entrance music again playing over the PA system.
Douglas: Brooks telling Hurse how it is, she laid down the law, and she’s made sure the Champion finally understands, that this relationship is over.
Mayne: How dare she, does she have any clue what she’s done. She just ruined the greatest thing in her life.
As the fans continue to cheer for her she slips through the ropes and onto the apron, taking one long last look at Steven, who is still planted on one knee, his hands extended out into the air in the same pose he was in when he proposed. She shakes her head at the sight of how pathetic he is before dropping down to the mats and marching up the ramp. Hurse doesn’t move, he doesn’t even blink as he continues to kneel on the canvas, his entire body completely motionless. He seems to be catatonic after what he just heard as Brooks makes her way around the ramp and towards the backstage area.
I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED
The arena erupts into a loud mixed ovation at these words are roared over the PA system. The lyrics of the General Manager’s actual theme song are strung out over the sea of humanity, who are still listening with both repulsion, and some cheers. Through the curtains strolls the GM himself, AWOL, marching forth down the ramp with no hesitation. He only momentarily stops at about the half way point of the ramp to look down at Robin who is making her way around it. His head shakes, as if disgusted by her but then returns his focus to the ring, where Hurse is still kneeling in a state of complete, and utter shock.
Mayne: Oh no, as if things couldn’t get any worse, AWOL rears his shiny chrome dome.
Douglas: If he’s coming out here, it can only mean bad things for the World Champion and co-owner of the Tag Team Championships, as AWOL doesn’t even try to hide his disdain for Hurse, or anyone associated with the Alpha Generation.
Billy: I don’t see why AWOL can’t forgive and forget. Well, forgive and forget anyone who isn’t Robin Brooks, as I do believe he’s not quite through with her yet.
AWOL continues to head uninterrupted in the direction of the ring, the fans’ reactions not being of much importance to him as he moves towards the steel steps. Almost with a bit of confidence exuding from his deranged frame, he saunters onto the apron and retrieves a microphone from the pocket of his fine suit jacket. Hurse is still not flinching or showing the slightest indication of awareness as AWOL steps over the ropes and moves towards him feigning despair. For once AWOL is actually sympathetic, or at least trying to be. No matter what false emotions he’s forcing to the surface he steps towards the World and Tag Team Champion, placing his palm on his shoulder while leaning down beside him. This ensures that his words are spoken almost pricelessly into the ear of the catatonic Hurse.
AWOL: Awww, tough break there champ. How you feeling, a little down in the dumps I’d imagine, right?
When he’s patted rather forcefully on the back Hurse snaps out of it, his eyes fluttering but his mouth still hanging open as he turns towards the sympathetic General Manager.
AWOL: Love will do some crazy things to people, like cause someone to eat pints upon pints of icecream, or to make an ass of themselves publicly to show their affection, or force someone to chokeslam their former lover on the back of their already injured neck. You see, that’s what love does to people, it just makes them go nuts. Granted I’ve never seen someone be oh so hilariously dumped and dissed on national television.
He chuckles a little and causes immediate dread to fill Hurse’s face once again. Once he realizes he’s laughing the GM forces himself to stop and begin bob his head and rub at the double Champion’s shoulder sympathetically once again.
AWOL: I understand it’s hard to be dumped Hurse, well, actually I wouldn’t know that feeling at all since it’s never happened to me, but I imagine it’s difficult to deal with. This is why I’m almost tentative to make this next announcement considering that you’re so despair ridden and depressed; the key word being, “almost.” Actually, the thought of your reaction to my impending announcement, given your current condition, gets me rather giddy. Therefore, after what we saw at the beginning of tonight’s telecast with that massive clusterfuck, I figured I might as well as keep with the trend. As thus, at the next PPV, Redemption Roe, I’m hereby announcing that you Hurse, and your partner, Desolation, will defend the Tag Team titles in a six team gauntlet match.
A loud ovation is heard throughout the arena, everyone rejoicing at the prospect of the Alpha Generation being forced to defend their belts in such a difficult contest, having to overcome five other teams in order to keep hold of their championships.
Mayne: What the hell is AWOL thinking announcing something like that!?! A six team gauntlet match at Redemption Roe for the Tag Titles? How is that even remotely fair to either Desolation or Hurse?
Douglas: I do believe that’s the point, Billy.
AWOL pats an even more shocked and demoralized Hurse on the back beginning to stand up then snapping his fingers as if he just remembered something. He bends forward once again while Hurse stares down at the canvas, unable to interpret a response to these stunning developments.
AWOL: Oh yeah, and before I forget, the winner of the match, the individual who obtains the final pin fall and wins the titles for their team, will become the new number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship at Paranoia V!
The outburst from the crowd grows even louder while Hurse’s mouth hangs open even further, his eyes filling with panic. His entire body shakes at the prospect of having to defend his tag belts, and at the same time realizing that if he loses his strap at Redemption Roe he’ll be forced to put his World title on the line at Paranoia V against whomever can beat him or Desolation. His fingers reach up to his temples, beginning to rub at them while feeling particularly queasy, as if about to vomit all over the place.
Billy: No, now things have gotten even worse, how does AWOL keep topping his stupidity?
Douglas: What a huge announcement just made by AWOL concerning not only Redemption Roe but also Paranoia V. Six teams will fight for the tag titles, and the winner, whoever obtains the deciding fall for the belts, will become number one contender for the World title.
Mayne: If any team can actually beat the Alpha Generation you might want to add. And that’s a monumental, “if.” Actually, now that I think about this, it could be good for Hurse, if he and Desolation win at Redemption Roe and retain their tag titles, Hurse won’t have to defend the World title at Paranoia V.
AWOL stands up with a slight grin as he moves towards the ropes, well aware that he just crushed what remained on Hurse’s sanity with these controversial announcements. He begins to slip through the ropes now to exit the ring before he closes his eyes and shakes his head, recalling another piece of information. He re-enters the squared circle with his leg over the middle cable still, looking towards the frazzled, stunned Hurse.
AWOL: Oh, and as far as your match goes tonight, it starts right now!
Another loud reaction is heard from the fans as AWOL slips through the cables then drops down to the outside mats, walking up the ramp, confident that he just destroyed Hurse spiritually. The Champion’s entire body is trembling, as his face twitches, showing no other signs of life. Referee Fitzpatrick is on his way to the ring.
CHRISTIAN SAVIOR VS. HURSE:
Hurse remains on his knees in a devastated condition, glaring forward pathetically on the entry way which grows incredibly dark, shadows persisting. Suddenly lights begin to flicker and dance just beyond the curtains, which slowly part away from one another. This leads into a long line of druids marching from the backstage area and onto the stage, all of which holding torches and various biblical elements.
Billy: Hey look Dan, it's those same gothicy guys in the hoods and cloaks and what not. Why are they out here though? Don't tell me they're the one's competing against Hurse considering Christian Savior's abduction.
Douglas: I suppose they would have to be the individuals behind the strange disappearence of Savior, and I guess one of them will be competing with the World Heavyweight Champion. Which may sound easier than it actually is given his current emotional condition.
Mayne: Hurse shouldn't have to compete whatsoever here tonight.
The fans start to become confused, their faces twisted with bewilderment at the sight of all these oddly clad individuals standing shoulder to shoulder with one another, shrouded in dark clothing. None of their faces can be seen beneath their hoods yet it's obvious that their eyes are centered on the ring, where Hurse is pacing back and forth with his hands running through his hair, about to rip it out in clumps. As the druids continue to line the entry way, Metalingus hits the PA system, leading into a loud mixed reaction.
Billy: That's Christian Savior's entrance music! Either he's coming out here or it's someone ripping off the Undertaker.
Douglas: I haven't got a clue what is going on here, why are we listening to Christian Savior's entrance music?
Everyone in the building continues to watch the entry way as their anticipation escalates, only to have it pay off with the arrival of Christian Savior marching out onto the stage. Their reaction transforms into detest and disgust at the mere sight of him as he stops on the stage, darkly clad as well and observing his surroundings with a twisted expression on his face.
Dan: It is Christian Savior!
Mayne: He was suppose to have been kidnapped! Why did he do this? This didn't make even the slightest bit of rational sense!
Douglas: He had us all convinced he had been abducted, and it was all a lie.
The druids clear out of his way as Savior makes his way down the ramp with a very intense expression, his eyes hidden beneath layers of darkness. Everyone is still reacting with anger as Savior moves towards the squared circle slowly and methodically, allowing the strands of his hair to hang down in front of his face. Hurse appears confused and somewhat frightened while Savior jumps onto the apron, continuing to glare at him through his slightly darker hair. He now bends forward and slips through the ropes into the ring before turning into a spin to overlook the screaming crowd. The jacket hanging from his frame slips off and falls to the canvas while the druids who were apparently responsible for his departure turn and move to the backstage area in two single file lines that converge at the entry way.
Douglas: You mean to tell me Christian Savior had himself kidnapped? Why in the world would he do this?
Mayne: I don’t know, publicity? It could be for any reason.
Dan: I can’t believe he’d do something like this, especially when he doesn’t involve his brothers in his plots. He had his own family worried about his condition, well, at least some of his family.
Billy: Well, he’s fine for the time being, it appears.
Savior is now standing in the ring and glaring into the twisted, still saddened and shocked features of the World and Tag Team Champion, who stands there in a pathetic condition. He removes his fancy jacket and drops it to the canvas before unbuttoning his cufflinks. He begins to undo the buttons that holds both sides of his shirt together and turns as he removes it, tossing the article of clothing into the corner That’s when the bell sounds as Savior rushes forward into a spear right to Hurse’s ribs, taking him off of his feet and sending him crashing to the canvas back first before he was even prepared. The crowd reacts with a loud ovation as Hurse grabs at his ribs and rolls across the canvas, spilling under the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Dan: Oh, Hurse hit with the Blaze of Glory already! Savior is not pussyfooting around tonight.
Mayne: Isn’t there suppose to be a twenty minute feeling out process first? I guess Savior really has come back a little more twisted than before.
The crowd is still shocked over the way this contest just got started as Hurse begins to force himself up to his feet on the outside of the ring. He is bent forward with drool seeping from between his lips in incredible agony both physically and mentally at this point. He now turns back towards the ring which Savior is charging across, jumping over the top rope and going into a twisting crossbody. He comes down right on top of Hurse, taking both men down to the mats with force as the fans have another loud mixed reaction. After hitting the move Savior rolls off of the World Champion in the direction of the barricade, grabbing hold of it and utilizing it to drag himself up to his feet. Hurse is convulsing on the mats, in great anguish over the last diving assault combined with the spear to his ribs. The condition of his opponent entices Savior to stay on the attack, stomping Hurse to the forehead then grabbing him by the hair, dragging his battered frame up to his feet. Christian takes him by the wrist and whips him directly at the steel steps, which he turns and slams into back first. His body is driven against the hard steel with force, causing him to drop to his knees while he arches his back in terrible agony. Before he can even fall forward Christian steps in and takes him by the hair, forcing him to his feet and grabbing hold of his wrist. The World Champion is rolled into the ring under the ropes while Savior climbs up onto the apron.
He now lies in wait for his opponent to get up, which is exactly what Hurse is trying to do while he grips at his lower back. As soon as he stands Savior springs onto the top rope then flies across the ring into a lariat directly to Hurse’s throat. Both men crash to the canvas with the double Champion beginning to convulse as he grabs hold of his throat, gagging and gasping. He rolls across the ring in the direction of the ropes as quickly as he can, trying to create some space between himself and his opponent. As soon as he reaches the ropes he extends his hand and takes hold of the middle one, beginning to pull himself up to his feet slowly. As soon as he stands he sticks his top half through the cables, trying to escape to the best of his abilities before Christian moves up quickly behind him. He drops down and grabs hold of the back of Hurse’s fancy pants, rolling him over in reverse and out of the cables into a school boy.
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Hurse kicks out, dropping onto his knees and then quickly getting to his feet while Savior does the same. As both men get up Hurse rushes forward into a lariat that Christian drops into a roll under. He now comes barreling in with a roaring discus elbow when the Champion turns to face him, ducking it at the very last second. Christian charges into the cables behind him, springing onto the second rope feet first as Hurse turns right into a back elbow to the sternum.
Douglas: Savior is just dominating Hurse here in this no disqualification affair.
Mayne: Hurse is too frazzled by everything he just heard to keep his head in this bout.
Dan: Quit making excuses for him.
Billy: But it’s so easy.
Savior rolls to his feet while Hurse tries to do the same, standing up in tremendous pain. He is bent over forward with his arms placed across his ribs when Savior steps in and drills him to the side of the face with a forearm strike, followed by a closed fist. Hurse is sent reeling backwards into the turnbuckle, falling against it spine first with his arms tumbling over the cables to keep himself upright. With him in this prone position Savior steps back to the center of the ring then charges forward and goes into a headstand flipping out of it and landing on his feet. As soon as he does this he jumps into the air, and twists around into a spinning heel kick directly to Hurse’s features. He is almost taken down out of the corner while Christian lands on his feet and turns, back across the ring. He now bends forward and rushes at Hurse for a spear to his ribs only to have the Master of Control pull himself up feet first onto the second rope then jump over his head. Christian charges under him and almost flies through the ropes shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle post, but stops himself just in the nick of time. He grabs the ropes then stands up slowly, turning with his back pressed to the turnbuckle when Hurse rushes forward and jumps into the air, connecting with a heat seeking dropkick directly to Christian’s face. Savior is knocked from his feet and sent crashing onto his seat with the turnbuckle holds him up. Hurse rolls to the center of the ring and stands up before turning in a circle and rushing back at his seated opponent, going for another heat seeking style dropkick to his features. To a loud outburst Christian gets out of the way in the nick of the time, causing Hurse to drop to the ring and slide across it, missing his dropkick and going testicles first into the exposed turnbuckle post.
A howl of agony emanates from his lungs while his opponent slowly rises to a standing base in front of him. Reaching for his testicles as he rises, Hurse gets up slanted forward with his back aimed to the corner. This leaves him entirely exposed for Christian as he rushes across the ring and takes Hurse around the neck, stepping up the turnbuckle and then pushing himself off into a vicious tornado DDT. The Champion crashes skull first into the ring viciously before he flips over and lands on his back, laid out completely. The fans are stunned by just how greatly Hurse is being dominated as Savior crawls towards him and hooks both of his legs for the pin.
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Somehow he possess the capabilities to kick out even after being spiked on top of his head with that vicious DDT.
Mayne: I can’t remember a time Hurse has been this dominated.
Dan: Yeah, it hasn’t happened since his last match.
Savior quickly rises to his feet and looks to make use of the no disqualification rules as he slips through the ropes and drops to the outside mats. The tarp hanging from the apron is thrown into the air while Savior reaches under the ring and removes a Singapore cane out from under it. He swings it around in a circle at his side then rolls into the squared circle, prepared to use it on the skull of his opposition who is slowly rising to his feet, struggling to get up. Barely able to maintain his footing Hurse looks up in time to spot Christian charging forward with the cane held above his head. That’s when Hurse jumps into the air and connects with a spinning heel kick directly to his opponent’s features. Both men crash into the canvas while the World Champion gets to his knees then struggles as he reaches his feet, flailing his arms to keep himself upright. His eyes look glazed over while he approaches the cane that his dominating opposition brought into this contest, snatching it up off the canvas. He turns towards Savior and unleashes his pint up hostilities by swinging the cane directly into his ribs. The crowd reacts with a groan while Savior rolls across the canvas to his elbows and knees, gripping at his ribs in anguish. He tries not to display his agony while rising to his knees only to have Hurse step in, swinging the cane into the top of his skull as well. The cane cracks as a result, breaking into fragments while Christian crashes onto his back, Hurse dropping into the cover with quickness.
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To a mixed response Savior gets his shoulder off the ring, forcing Hurse to rise to his knees with even more bitterness setting in. He mumbles something under his breath, a long line of obscenities and then steps towards Christian’s legs, lifting them up off the canvas. He tucks them under his armpits and tries to roll Christian over into the Legend Lock at this point, the crowd reacting with disgust. It seems that the fans would rather watch Savior emerge victorious than Hurse, who is trying his best to establish his patented Legend Lock. That’s when Christian’s able to squeeze his legs free and roll over backwards right onto his feet, Hurse turning and catching him around the neck though. He now rushes forward at the turnbuckle, setting up for his version of the Sliced Bread Number 2 only to have Christian place his hands to his opponent’s back and shove him off. As soon as he nears the turnbuckle though Hurse shows tremendous agility by jumping into the air and landing feet first on the top rope. Springing off he twists in mid-air and comes down with a huge double axehandle right into Christian’s face, sending him crumbling to the canvas as a result. Hurse rolls across the canvas after connecting with his move, getting to his knees and then slowly forcing himself to his feet.
Billy: Hahahha, that’s what has made Hurse the single greatest World Champion ever, well, actually tied with Desolation, his resourcefulness.
Douglas: It was an impressive move, but to even begin to claim that Hurse is the best World Champion ever is the biggest crock of….
Mayne: Careful, this is a family show.
Dan: No it isn’t.
The disorientated Savior is standing up slowly when Hurse steps towards him and locks in a front chancery. He lifts his opponent into the air then charges forward and drops back, connecting with a running vertical suplex. After they connect with the canvas Hurse rolls over, maintaining the front chancery as he drags Christian to his feet in front of him. He now lifts his opponent into the air for what looks like another vertical suplex only to drop him down face first into the canvas between his leg, hitting a modified face and gut buster. Savior slams violently into the ring then rolls onto his back, the World Champion rising sluggishly to his feet in the process. With his body addled with pain he grabs hold of Savior’s hair, sitting him up then jumping into the air with a dropkick to his face. Christian is knocked onto his back once again while Hurse turns and crawls into the cover.
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Again Christian gets his shoulder off the canvas, turning onto his side while Hurse sits up, becoming more and more compounded with despair. He forces Savior onto his spine then leans back, hooking his leg once more.
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Savior gets his shoulder off the canvas with a few seconds to spare, enraging Hurse who turns and buries his forearm into his opponent’s face.
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The Rogue Squadron member kicks out again, sending the World Champion into a rage as he rises to his knees and begins to slap the canvas repeatedly with both hands. He now rises to his feet and turns his back to Christian before jumping into a reverse flip, crashing down on top of his opponent with a standing moonsault. Both of Savior’s legs are hooked in desperation.
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To surprisingly many cheers Christian launches his shoulder from the ring, sending the Champion again into a temper tantrum. He drops onto his back and kicks his heels against the canvas while slamming the sides of his fists against the ring as well. All the while he rolls towards the ropes, ending up under them on the apron. Finally he rises to his feet and grabs the top rope, steadying himself before springing to the top rope. Hurse takes flight, soaring through the air and extending his leg as he connects with nothing more than canvas, missing his attempted springboard leg drop. His hand grabs at his posterior, howling in pain as a result while Christian gets up ever so slowly. Finally he reaches his feet but remains bent forward, motioning for Hurse to stand up repeatedly, perhaps setting for the Blaze of Glory once again. The World Champion rolls to his knees and slowly begins to stand up, his body aching in the process when Christian comes charging in for the spear. Hurse drops down and side steps him, falling to a knee as he places his hand to the back of his opponent’s head, shoving him forward into the cables. Christian charges into the ropes, bouncing off them and then coming back in with a step up shinning wizard directly to the kneeling Champion’s face. The crowd responds with a loud collection of cheers as he tumbles onto his back and rolls across the canvas, spilling under the ropes once again to stay away from his opponent.
Douglas: Hurse avoided the spear but there was no avoiding the shining wizard!
Billy: This isn’t fair to Hurse, how can he be expected to compete at a Championship level after everything that has happened to him over the past few weeks? Although I would consider it a blessing to not have to date Brooks anymore, apparently Hurse has taken it particularly rough.
The Champion turns his back towards the ring, pressing it against the apron when Savior rushes across the squared circle and drops down into a baseball slide dropkick. It connects right between Hurse’s shoulder blades and launches him forward into the announce table, which he collides against violently. He leans on the announce table for support at this point, pushing himself up to his feet slowly then turning towards the ring, Savior again setting up for a big diving move. He grabs the top rope and pulls himself over into another attempted crossbody when Hurse darts under him and avoids it. As a result Christian is forced to change up his move at the last second by landing on his feet Hurse jumping onto the apron in front of him then moonsaulting over backwards. Christian avoids it though by stepping under Hurse in the direction of the ring. Just like his opponent, the Alpha Gen member is forced to change up his move, landing on his feet. As soon as he steadies himself Savior charges away from the ring directly at him only to have one of his legs grabbed and to be hoisted into the air. Hurse drops back and pulls Savior down face first into into the announce table with a modified flapjack. He bounces off the wood violently, both Billy and Dan jumping back as Savior leans on their table for support.
Dan: This No DQ confrontation spilling out to right here in front of us, our announce table drawing all the action out here.
Mayne: This is exactly why I’ve lobbied the IWC head offices again and again to give me some of that fancy riot gear our security personal now wear. I can’t take anymore accidental shots to the noggin.
Douglas: Indeed, you’ve already sustained enough brain damage, just like me via years of listening to your dialogue.
A sluggish Hurse steps up behind Savior and takes him by the hair, pulling back on his head then driving him down face first into the announce table. Christian’s skull collides hard with the table yet again, falling on it as it keeps him upright. Hurse opts to change that as he takes hold of the back of Christian’s hair, rearing in reverse on his head then driving him down face first into the table once again. The sound of skull smacking table echoes throughout the arena as the Rising Phoenix lies spread on top of it, suffering from some severe head trauma at this point. The Master of Control takes hold of his shoulder and spins him around, delivering a hard knife edge chop right across his sternum, almost knocking him down to the mats. He now backs up slowly and licks his palm, preparing for another chop before charging forward. Suddenly Savior reaches out with his legs, wrapping them around Hurse’s ankle and drop toe holding him into the announce table. Much like Christian a few moments ago he now slams into it with force and remains spread across the top of it.
Billy: Leave our table alone!
Douglas: Hurse now tasting the wood.
Mayne: Thank God this really isn’t a family show as that just sounded really inappropriate.
As his eyes flutter and try to stay open, Hurse rests on top of the table, his knees buckling beneath him. All the while Christian approaches the ring and reaches under it once more, this time retrieving a solid steel chair. He immediately moves towards his opponent and crawls up on top of the announce table before jumping into the air, sticking the chair under his leg and dropping it right across the back of Hurse’s head. His cranium is squashed between the chair and the table as Hurse now turns and spills onto the back, rolling across the mats in tremendous pain and highly dazed. Savior stands up on the announce table and now jumps off of it, sticking the chair under his leg again and this time dropping it right across Hurse’s face. The steel cracks against his skull, sending the World Champion into convulsions as a result. Christian rolls away from his opponent while gripping at his thigh and posterior, those last two moves hurting him a little as well. Despite his own anguish he rises to his feet and grabs hold of the dazed Hurse’s hair, forcing him to his feet then rolling him into the ring under the ropes. He ends up on his back towards the center of the squared circle when Christian jumps onto the apron then springs to the top rope, flying off into a huge splash right on top of his opponent. He hooks his leg immediately after connecting.
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Hurse kicks out, barely getting his shoulder from the canvas in the nick of time, the fans reacting with boos as a result.
Mayne: Oh dear God that was a close one.
Douglas: Savior within seconds of obtaining the win on Hurse, who just can’t get any sustained offense going.
Billy: Neither would you be able to if your whole life were just thrown into disarray.
The fans are still screaming as Christian slowly rises to his feet and in the process wraps his hands around his opponent’s head. He slowly, painfully drags Hurse to his feet then turns, wrapping his arm around his neck as if setting up for the diamond cutter. Instead of being able to hit it the World Champion shoves him forward into the cables, which Savior bounces off of. He comes charging back in and bends forward for a spear only to have Hurse leap frog him at the last second. As a result Christian charges under his opponent and runs right into the ropes behind him, bouncing off then rushing forward with Hurse’s back still aimed towards him. Hurse glances over his shoulder, spotting Savior then jumps into the air, attempting to reverse leap frog him only to have Christian drop into a baseball slide under his opponent. As soon as Hurse lands on his feet Christian jumps up right in front of him, catching him around the neck and pulling the World Champion down into a diamond cutter. His face slams violently against the canvas and sends him rolling onto his back as a result while Christian turns and crawls into the cover, the fans screaming once again.
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To the disbelief of the fans Hurse is able to get his shoulder from the canvas once again. Everyone stands in awe of that close near-fall while Savior rests on his posterior, sweating and taking deep breaths, realizing he came within inches of defeating the World Champion.
Billy: Oh, Hurse barely kicked out again! These near-falls are heart wrenching, much more heart wrenching than the end of Bambi. Oh great, now I just sent into myself into a period.
Dan: Stop blubbering like a little baby and keep your eyes on the action.
The fans in attendance continue to cheer and voice their shock while Hurse is forcefully dragged up to his knees by Savior, who is desperate to hit another big move and finish him off. Without warning the Champion grabs Christian by the back of the legs, lifting up on them and forcing Savior to fall onto his spine. Hurse stands up and pulls the Rising Phoenix over onto his chest, stepping over his back as he applies the reverse liontamer, his precious Legend Lock. The arena finds itself in shock as Christian pushes himself up onto the points of his elbows, roaring in pain at the top of his lungs. Hurse sits down further on his opposition’s back, continuing to establish his submission hold and hoping, nay praying it will be enough for the tap out. However, Christian has contrasting plans as he places his palms to the canvas and forces himself upwards, glaring at the cables that are so far away.
Billy: The Legend Lock by Hurse, he’s got Savior tapped and there’s no escape!
Douglas: I thought Hurse was dead weight there for a moment, but he spawned back to life just in time to obtain this submission.
Mayne: He couldn’t have been deceased, otherwise you’d immediately be filled with the strong compulsion to make sweet love to his body.
Roars of agony flow from between Savior’s lips as he forces himself across the ring, but is completely and utterly trapped in Hurse’s submission hold, unable to free himself. No matter how much anguish overwhelms him, Christian continues towards the ropes with one grasp at the canvas at a time, moving slowly but steadily towards his salvation. The fans are slapping the barricades and standing on their feet as Hurse roars in anger, unable to believe that his opponent is about to reach the cables. Savior has made it to the center of the ring with only a few more feet to go before Hurse breaks his own submission and reaches down, grabbing Christian by the hair. He pulls him up to his feet before Christian can stop him and hooks his arm from behind, perhaps setting up for some type of half nelson suplex. As soon as he lifts him into the air Savior squirms free and lands on his feet directly behind the World Champion, rushing forward with a lariat that Hurse catches sight of from the corner of his eye. He bends forward and successfully ducks it, Christian stopping right in front of him when the Champion stands and catches him around the neck. The Rising Phoenix is bent forward slightly until Hurse drops in reverse, flipping him over sideways and backwards so that he lands directly on top of his face. The fans react with shock as Christian stands up on top of his forehead and then collapses to the canvas, Hurse connecting with the Shellshock. He turns and crawls into the cover almost immediately, hooking the leg of his opponent in a desperate act.
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Christian gets his shoulder up in the nick of time, again sending Hurse into a fury as he rolls across the ring and stomps his heel against the canvas. He rises slowly to his feet and almost looses his balance as a result, this match taking a very physical toll on his body. He seems to be at his wits end, especially after everything that unfolded before this contest even got started. Yet even while plagued with crippling pain he approaches Savior’s legs, grabbing hold of both of them and slowly lifting them into the air. It appears that he’s again ready to apply the Legend Lock when Christian pulls down on him. Hurse is dragged into a small package.
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Hurse gets his shoulder up, sending the fans into a huge wave of cheers. Savior rolls away from him as a result while both men try to race one another to their feet. Savior surprisingly gets up a little quicker as he turns and rushes at his opponent only to take a knee to the ribs, bending him over forward as a result while Hurse steps to his side. He wraps his arms around his waist then lifts him up into the air with a gutwrench, setting up for his Legend Bomb. As soon as he gets Savior into the air though for the gutwrench powerbomb, Christian turns and wraps his legs around his opponent’s neck, dropping back into a hurricarana. Hurse is flipped over with Savior coming down on top of his sternum and holding onto the legs, turning his move into a pinning predicament.
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To the shock of everyone Hurse kicks out again, Christian being launched forward as a result. He lands on his elbows and knees, breathing heavily while the Champion rolls across the canvas to try and create some space between them.
Dan: Savior almost caught Hurse twice with a small package, followed by a hurricarana into the pin.
Mayne: But Hurse keeps kicking out and thus brings me closer and closer to yet another heart-attack.
Those jammed into the Manhattan Center are screaming for what has been a tremendous bout between these two thus far. Hurse rises to his feet slowly while holding onto the cables for support, his legs almost tripping out beneath his tired, battered frame all the while. Finally he gets to his feet and rushes forward at Savior who has his back turned towards him. As he charges in Christian jumps into the air and turns, meeting him to the face with a forearm strike that sends Hurse crashing to the canvas spine first. Savior catches himself before he tumbles to the ring as well, placing his hands on his knees while the World Champion rolls to a standing base then rushes forward right into a discus lariat to the throat. Christian caught a lot of momentum with his spin, which sent Hurse crashing hard to the ring once more. After hitting the move Savior turns to face Hurse who is struggling to a standing base. He gets to a knee when Christian comes charging forward, perhaps looking for another shining wizard. As soon as he comes barreling in Hurse stands and catches him by placing his hands to Christian’s mid-section, shoving him up high into the air. Hurse steps back as Christian catches some tremendous height and comes crashing down to the canvas only to land on his feet right in front of him. Savior then rushes forward and jumps into the air, landing right on top of Hurse's shoulders and dropping back for another hurricarana. As he hangs upside down, Hurse surprisingly keeps his balance and sticks out his legs, placing them in front of both of Christian's shoulders then dropping forward into the Sanitizer (Styles Clash). The fans are shocked as Savior connects with the front of his body directly into the canvas. Hurse turns him over now and leans forward, placing his shoulders to the back of Savior's thighs for the pinfall.
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Everyone is stunned as Hurse has just picked up the win literally out of nowhere by connecting with the Sanitizer.
Billy: Hurse did it, he did it! He just defeated Christian Savior with the Sanitizer!
Dan: He hit it out of nowhere on Savior who was going for another hurricarana. So much for this big huge return of Savior tonight, that was built up like the second coming of Christ, only for him to be defeated by the World Champion!
Mayne: You act like a Hurse victory is shocking.
Douglas: Well, I don't think I've ever seen him get a clean one.
Hurse rolls to the outside of the ring and doesn't even celebrate as he drops down feet first onto the mats, bent forward and holding his ribs in terrible agony. He trembles from head to toe, not even caring about this victory as the time keeper brings his two title belts to him. He snatches them both out of the time keeper's hands and holds them in the palm of only one before making his way up the ramp. The double Champion takes no time whatsoever to celebrate his victory, his mind only on one topic, the devastating news he was just given by Robin Brooks. Inside of the ring Christian Savior has turned with his palm pressed to his palm, glaring through his fingers at the World Champion and surprisingly smiling as his tongue creeps out from between his teeth and curls at the end.
ENTER THE MATRIX OR SOMETHING
The Cartel-tron suddenly flickers and crackles with noise and interference as the screen goes black.
Mayne: Oh no...not again. Don't the people who OWN this place pay their electric bills? Or maybe they're so embarrassed over the conclusion to that last match that they want to cut the power.
Douglas: I think we're about to find out just what's going on in a second, Billy! Look at the Big Screen!
The formerly blank tron suddenly flickers back to life, as if on cue, and we're treated to a screen that looks like a Google Earth satellite feed...only it shows "IWC Earth-Search" on the bottom-left corner. A bent bass note leads to a heavily edited-to-be-slowed-down techno beat.
Mayne: How on earth can our boss afford THAT?
Douglas: I wouldn't know, especially considering he or she could afford to give YOU a huge raise.
Mayne: Oh, you're just jealous.
A voice speaks as accompanying text, in that techno-ey Bank Gothic font from "24", shows up on top of the Earth map as an Object Retreival bar on the bottom begins filling up from 1%.
Voice/Text: The CHASE...is better than the CATCH.
The text, however, adds in a shoehorning manner the word "NOT" before "better".
Mayne: ...For once I agree with that! The chase usually pisses me off to no end!
The "Object Retreival" speeds up to 15%.
Voice/Text: Transforming...the TUNES!
OBJECT RETREIVAL APPROXIMATELY 20% DONE.
Douglas: Well, that's quicker than expected...!
Mayne: I love this retarded music!
Douglas: You WOULD...
Voice/Text: We need your SUPPORT!
Douglas: Support for WHAT is what we all want to know!
OBJECT RETREIVAL APPROXIMATELY 23% DONE.
Voice/Text: If you have the BRASS BAGS...
The music cuts out with a reverse cymbal crescendo as the next line is delivered loudly with no music backing.
Scooter/Text: IT'S THE FIRST PAGE...OF THE SECOND CHAPTER!!
The music, "How Much is the Fish" by Scooter, speeds back up to proper tempo as the OBJECT RETREIVAL begins to speed up some more, with the map starting to rotate to the right.
Scooter/Text: Hold ya back, with the rhythm attack, comin' down on the floor like a maniac...
OBJECT RETREIVAL APPROXIMATELY 30% DONE.
Douglas: It's speeding up!
Scooter/Text: Hold ya back, with the rhythm attack, get DOWN (get down) in full effect...
Mayne: I don't like the music anymore...
Douglas: Well now, I do! Hah!
Scooter/Text: Hold ya back, with the rhythm attack, comin' down on the floor like a maniac...
OBJECT RETREIVAL APPROXIMATELY 35% DONE.
Scooter/Text: Hold ya back, so sweet is the dish; BY THE WAY...
The music again crescendos with a reverse cymbal as the last line is delivered again loudly with no music backing it.
HOW MUCH IS THE FISH???????
The word "fish" continues to echo as Mayne looks on, bewildered.
Mayne: FISH?!
OBJECT RETREIVAL 50% DONE. OBJECT RE--TARGET OUT OF RANGE, PAUSING SEARCH.
Douglas: The target apparently disappeared!
/THE MEDIUM IS THE MESSAGE/
Mayne: Not again...
"\"THE MESSAGE IS THE MEDIUM"\"
The echo of the word "fish" begins to fade as a beeping sound corresponding to the on-screen typing cursor sounds. That soon fades into a long sustained hiss as the screen statics out, then turns off back to black like a TV does with that weird sound it makes.
Douglas: I guess the search is still on! But for what? And when will it end? Folks, I know we can't answer those questions right now, but STAY TUNED for more IWC action!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
WHAT?
CRY ME A RIVER
In a disorientated, emotional driven haze, World Champion Hurse staggers through the backstage parking lot, his hands on top of his sweaty head and his features growing increasingly pale. His foot steps echo throughout the cement enclosure while both of his title belts hang from one of his hands, lifted up to the side of his face. The chill they create cause no relief for him as he moves towards his precious Geo Metro, anxious to do only one thing, flee this building as quickly as possible. On a night that has been full of disaster upon disaster for him, he just wants to get home, lock the door and bury himself away from the rest of the world. Therefore his feet scurry with great haste across the ground, his attention aimed towards his feet all the while, not looking up as shock remains prevalent in his almost frozen features.
Finally he reaches his car, not even looking at the Geo, his pride and joy as he extends his car keys out from his pocket and slip them into the lock. Still in almost a catatonic state he turns the key and opens the door only for it to fall of the rest of the vehicle and tumble to the concrete at his feet. He steps back with his eyes again widening as he glares down at the door spread out across the concrete before him. With the keys still jingling as they hang from his finger he looks up slowly at his car, which is all dented up, the windshields busted and the tired flattened. The words “You Suck” are spray painted multiple times across it’s dented, broken surface, causing him to become even more shocked and overwhelmed with despair. The car he has worshipped since before he could even produce logical thought, is absolutely ruined, way worse than it already was. Words are unable to be produced from his lungs as his lips tremble, much like his hive ridden body. A cold sweat trickles down his frame as he tunes the world out around him, before he hears an all too familiar voice that jolts him back into reality.
Damn vandals, your worldly possessions are never safe…
Orlando Cruze steps up behind Hurse who doesn’t even turn to face his long time arch rival as he continues to overlook the destroyed remains of his dear Geo. Words cannot be produced to put into context exactly what he’s seeing here as Orlando pats him on the back in a mockingly sympathetic manner, much like AWOL a few moments ago. He then raises his fingers and glances at them, realizing there is still paint on the tips and under his nails. He quickly hides it behind his back, where a tire iron is also hidden. All the while he shakes his head with a slight grin, the Icon truly amused over what he’s done as Hurse continues to show no other emotion but disbelief.
Orlando: Wow, I guess this just really hasn’t been your night, huh Hurse?
Again he gives a pat to Hurse’s back and finds himself snickering over his actions, yet all the while waiting anxiously to see the Champion’s response. It was obviously his goal to see how Hurse would react to having his beloved Geo ruined at his hands, and won’t leave until he sees his heartache.
Hurse: Ah… ah…. Aaahhhhhh….
A whimper, followed by another whimper, and then completed with another long, whiney whimper emanates from Hurse’s lungs before tears start to roll down his cheeks. His face crunches up into a very sad expression as he begins to ball like a small baby, turning and burying his face against Orlando Cruze’s chest and placing his arm over his shoulder. Orlando leans back with his palms now held up in the air, dropping the tire iron as soon as he was touched. Obviously the Icon wasn’t counting on this as awkwardness sets in. His eyes cut back and forth while Hurse continues to cry loudly and obnoxiously with his face buried against his sternum, Orlando having no idea what to do in this situation.
Hurse: I don’t deserve this, I’m a good person! I’m a good person, ahhaha!
As Orlando’s chest is drenched with tears by Hurse who drops his title belts and wraps his arms around Cruze’s waist, the Icon forces himself to try and say something reassuring in this situation.
Orlando: Yeah, um, uh, keep telling yourself that pal.
Hurse: AAAHHHH, I’m so alone.
Orlando’s palms are still extended out to his sides while his eyes continue to dart back and forth, his face twisted due to this incredibly awkward situation.
SYMPATHY OR APATHY?
To a roar of approval the camera opens to find the enchanting, and now free Robin Brooks waltzing through the backstage corridor. A glow exudes from her, feeling the first indications of what it’s like to be truly free, to not have her behavior or actions be restrained and overly controlled. Its clear that she no longer feels suffocated, yet at the same time a mixture of emotions can be seen in her eyes as she moves down the corridor in the direction of her dressing room. Much like the weeping World Champion, she doesn’t look forward upon her intended destination, instead she looks past it, thinking about a plethora of twisting and complex conceptions. That’s before she’s jarred back into the here and now as she stops in front of her dressing room and grins ever so slightly. Standing in front of her door, missing his jacket as it is now draped over Robin’s lovely frame, is her former lover, and now good friend, Killjoy. The crowd again reacts with cheers at the sight of the Master of Mind Games having his back pressed to the door and his arms crossed over his thick sternum. He looks towards Brooks approvingly, nodding with a slight grin also present on his features.
Robin: Deakin….
Killjoy: Don’t even go down that route kiddo.
Moving away from the door he reaches out and puts his hand reassuringly on her shoulder, patting it gently but with enough force to calm her unsettled nerves.
Killjoy: You did what had to be done. He never would have accepted that your past him, that it’s over if you didn’t go to that ring and spell it out to him.
Although reassuring the words still don’t solve the moral dilemma within the Black Widow.
Robin: I know, but….
Killjoy: Stop worrying about hurting his feelings, that’s the last thing you should be worried about. Your free now, you don’t have to be concerned with him any longer, it’s time to put yourself first for a change. Worry about yourself, not that feeble minded control freak. He’s out of your life, so it’s time to put him out of here….
His finger extends outward in the direction of Brooks’ sternum as she looks down at where it’s pointing.
Brooks: My tit?
Killjoy: No…
His head raises abruptly and his eyes blink awkwardly.
Killjoy: Your heart.
A giggle comes from the X-Class Champion who lightly pats Killjoy on the shoulder.
Brooks: I’m kidding with you Deakin. And I know what you’re saying. How can I ever expect Steven to move on, if I’m not fully committed to doing so myself? I’ll tell you what, after today, your going to see a brand new Robin Brooks.
Killjoy: That’s what I like to hear. Now what do you say you get your stuff and we can….
AWOL: Awwww.
The reception for General Manager AWOL is less than pleasant on this occasion as he saunters forth into the camera’s frame and intrudes on what should be a momentous occasion for both Robin and Killjoy. The two of them look up into the less than desirable features of the GM., who smugly observes perhaps the two people he disdains more than life.
AWOL: How damned adorable, repressed romantic desires on display yet again here at Riot! If I didn’t see this in every other segment, I might actually be amused, or slightly disgusted.
A sneaky laugh comes from the Master of Mind Games, who turns towards the GM while trying to keep his sides from splitting.
Killjoy: Oh how hilarious you think you are. But do you have something you actually need to tell us, or did you just want to be a cynical asshole?
AWOL: A little of both actually.
Robin rolls her eyes, while Killjoy threateningly crosses his arms in front of his sternum and steps between his former lover and the GM who has been vindictive in his quest to see to her destruction.
Killjoy: Well now that you’ve got the cynical part out of the way, why don’t you just go ahead and tell us your little announcement?
AWOL: Why I’d be honored to.
His words drip with sarcasm.
AWOL: I just wanted to say that I’ve decided that both of you will compete in the Tag Title Gauntlet match at Redemption Roe, with the winners not only becoming the Tag Team Champions, but the one who obtains the deciding fall becoming the new number one contender for the World Heavyweight title at Paranoia V.
Somewhat surprised by his willingness to allow them to compete in this match, given his long bitter hatred of them both, Killjoy and Robin act a bit taken aback.
Robin: That’s might considerate of …..
AWOL: Hahahaha, shut the fuck up, I’m not through talking yet.
Killjoy’s fists clinch as he hears this audacious demand made with such cruelty in the direction of the X-Class Champion.
AWOL: However, given that I hate both of you a little more than a boil sprouting of my anus, I’ve also decided that you two will not be on the same team in that gauntlet match. Oh no, instead, Killjoy will once again be teaming with Psycho, and you Robin Brooks, will be partnering up with Jon Rich. And that means you’ll be opponents once again, this time with a number one contenders opportunity on the line between you. Hahahaha, oh how I love to drive wedges between people.
Robin stares towards Killjoy in a bit of worry, not liking this announcement whatsoever. The Master of Mind Games doesn’t glance back at her though, just continues to stare with little emotion into the face of the surprisingly jovial General Manager. All the while AWOL backs off camera, continuing to chuckle, and as soon Killjoy is sure that he’s gone, he turns back towards Robin.
AWOL: Oh, and by the way.
Begrudgingly they both turn back towards AWOL, who steps into the camera’s frame looking much more serious.
AWOL: Make sure Psycho gets this message as well. The booking of this match is only a small fragment of what I have in store for all three of you in 2008. But hey, don’t let that threat ruin your night out together, hahahaha.
Again, and for the last time, he turns and walks off, leaving both Brooks and Killjoy standing there with mixed emotions.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
PLEASE, GO TO A GOOD WRESTLING SCHOOL
AXL EVERMORE © VS. SEAN JOHNSON
The show comes back to the interior of the Manhattan Center, panning over the still reeling fans, while Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne can be heard in the background.
Douglas: Well, the insanity continues backstage on a night that got kicked off with one of the craziest brawls I think we’ve ever seen.
Mayne: Quit dredging it up already, your beating it like it’s a dead horse. A, um, horse, who stole your money and sounds like the duck from the Aflac commercials. Damn I’d love to get my hands around that annoying ducks’ throat.
Dan: Yeah, um, okay. Anyway, we’re going to try and move along here, all this craziness not withstanding.
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 and his newly obtained Cartel title glistening about his waist. 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. She slowly lifts up afterwards and runs her hands across the gold plate of the Cartel Championship, really admiring it’s luster and how fitting it looks on Evermore.
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. Finally he removes his Cartel title and slips through the ropes into the waiting arms of his wife. Axl then stands at the ready, alternating between hopping place and standing in a crouch, prepared for his first title defense, which God willing he hopes will not be his last.
Douglas: As you can see we have a new Cartel Champion ladies and gentlemen, and he’s definitely not waiting to step in that ring and put his championship on the line.
Mayne: Which is by far the stupidest thing Axl Evermore has ever done. When you win a title you don’t go right out and defend it against someone, especially considering the war he went through at Extinction. What he should do is wait thirty days, to the very last minute to defend his belt again. In the meanwhile he can watch Bugs Bunny, and evaluate the benefits of throwing himself down a flight of stairs.
Axl seems really anxious and determined tonight while he stretches a bit in preparation for his first Cartel title defense. 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. He jumps onto the apron and slips through the ropes, immediately turning towards the anxious Axl and making motions towards his waist, insinuating that a title will shortly be placed there.
Douglas: What a huge match for Sean Johnson tonight, only his second title opportunity since returning home to the IWC…
Mayne: A wasted opportunity if you ask me. I think a flamingo would have a better chance at winning the title, and look ever so much prettier doing so.
Dan: Must you constantly intrude on my thoughts with your highly pointless rhetoric?
Billy: It’s the only way to keep myself awake, so yeah.
Douglas: Anyway, this should be a fantastic clashing of two men who have huge followings here in the IWC, and two men who have been meeting with success as of late.
The bell chimes in the background, signifying the initiation of this contest as Johnson and Evermore immediately begin to circle one another, their eyes locked on their perspective opponent. Sallie Roma watches from the outside of the ring with the Cartel title draped over her shoulder, anxious to admire the impending action. Both individuals finally move towards one another and find themselves locking up without hesitation into a collar elbow. Almost immediately Evermore spins out of it though and grabs hold of Johnson’s wrist in the process. He swings around under the arm and extends it out to his opponent’s side, twisting forward into the arm ringer. Sean slaps his shoulder to maintain some feeling in it and grinds his teeth before he lifts up on his arm slowly. As a result, Axl is forced to lift his arms into the air as well to keep hold of the wrist. Suddenly Sean turns his back towards his opponent, pressing it to his chest and stepping under the arms, which are now in front of his chest. He immediately steps forward and breaks the hands of Evermore apart quickly swinging around under the champion’s arm and applying his very own arm ringer submission. He changes that up rather smoothly into the hammerlock however, which generates some cheers from the crowd, who were quite pleased with his creative counter.
As a means of escape Axl begins to bend his knees and stand up, repeating this several times in order to cause Sean to hunch over further and further behind him. Finally Evermore stands up straight and lifts his leg into the air, hooking his foot around the forearm of his opposition and then pulling down on it. This causes Johnson to bend over forward as the Champion frees his arm and promptly wraps it around Sean’s neck, establishing the side headlock submission. He then reaches behind his back and takes hold of Johnson’s wrist, turning around and swinging under it as he establishes the arm ringer submission yet again. The crowd claps as the Challenger falls to his knee, his arm being twisted and mangled by his opposition.
Douglas: Some nice chain wrestling on display between these two stellar athletes. We saw some of this between them as well at Breathless a few months again when they competed in that phenomenal Submission Series match.
Mayne: Please quit dredging up memories that bore me to tears, the only thing that made that match even slightly worth watching was when Pat Evans won the Submission title.
Dan: Must you constantly lament over Pat Evans every five minutes?
Billy: Yeah, it’s kind of my thing.
Although in pain the wheels in Johnson’s head are turning as he dives into a forward roll, turning around onto his knees with his side facing Axl before he drops onto the top of his head, nipping up off of it right onto his feet. He then turns in a circle and drags on his arm to pull Evermore forward into his shoulders, Johnson hitting him with a quick fireman’s carry. As a result Evermore is sent flipping over back first onto the canvas, Johnson spinning around and pulling up on the wrist of his opponent while he wedges his knee against his bicep. Again the crowd claps out of respect for this chain style bout, this battle of technical wits on display between both men. Sean modifies his submission very quickly, lifting up on the arm and then wrapping one of his own around it, applying a basic but effective arm lock. He reaches down and places his palm on the shoulder of the title holder, pushing down on it in a hope that it will separate. Suddenly Evermore uses his leg strength to slightly bridge his body up off the canvas then drop sideways, sliding his arm free and taking hold of Johnson’s wrist in the process. Sean is sent into a forward flip with a modified version of the arm drag, ducking his head as he rolls forward across the canvas. He stands up then charges in with a lariat at Evermore, who ducks it and then goes into a standing spinning heel kick. Sean turns just in the nick of time to spot it so drops down into a baseball slide under the leg of Evermore, who ends up with his back facing his opponent. Johnson rises to his knees and takes hold of the front of Axl’s ankles, lifting up on them and causing him to tumble forward into the canvas. Axl spills onto his chest and stomach before Sean jumps over him and turns, landing on his feet in front of the Champion while trapping his head in a front chancery.
Dan: A quick series of counters there and Johnson goes right back to the technical onslaught.
Mayne: Wake me up when these two do something interested or Sallie Roma bends over to pick something up in front of us.
The neck of the Cartel Champion is firmly trapped within the thick arms of his opponent, who drastically changes things up. He scoots around on his knees in a fluid motion and takes hold of Axl’s arm, trapping it behind his back with the hammerlock yet again. Evermore rises to his knees, realizing his arm has become the focal point of Johnson’s offense yet again, learning this all too painfully as the Challenger begins to headbunt his bicep repeatedly. Although in tremendous pain Axl rises to his feet as Johnson steps behind him, continuing to twist at the arm in a dangerous predicament. Suddenly Axl reaches back with his leg and wraps it around one of Johnson’s before performing a standing switch. He catches hold of Sean’s arm in the process of freeing his own and steps under it as he yet again applies a version of the arm ringer, sending the crowd into a loud uproar. Realizing that he’s trapped yet again, Sean drops onto his back and lifts his foot into the air, placing it to Evermore’s wrists and kicking them away from his arm. After freeing himself he slides around in a circle on his back and reaches out with his legs, wrapping them around the Champion’s ankle and drop toe holding him forward into the canvas. Axl spills sternum and stomach first into the ring while Sean sits up and dives off his knees at his opponent’s arm, grabbing hold of it and quickly placing him yet again in the hammerlock. Clapping emanates from the fans while others boo, the more staunch Evermore supporters not liking what they’re seeing here.
Sean looks up at the fans and smiles, building in confidence the longer this title match goes, realizing that he’s doing quite well in there thus far. Evermore slowly pushes himself up onto his knees once again before this time rolling forward across the canvas, freeing himself from the hammerlock as a result. He turns quickly to face his opponent, stepping in when Sean reaches out and takes him by the back of the knees, lifting up on his legs and sending him crashing onto his back. Johnson stands up and jumps forward into a jackknife cover.
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Axl sits up and causes Sean to be pushed off the Champion’s sternum, his shoulders ending up pressed to the canvas while Evermore leans forward into the back of his thighs.
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Sean rolls over backwards and grabs his opposition’s legs once more, crawling forward as he wedges his shoulders into the back of his knees. He puts all his weight into the back of Evermore’s legs, thus forcing his shoulders down to the canvas.
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Axl places his hands to the back of Sean’s head and pushes down on it, sending him into a forward flip as he lands on top of his shoulders. With quickness Evermore leans forward and buries his shoulders into the back of Sean’s knees again for the pinfall.
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Sean pushes himself off the canvas and in the process of sitting up, forces Evermore back first into the canvas. Sean ends up seated on top of his chest, holding down his legs with his massive arms wrapped around them.
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Again the Champion kicks out as Sallie watches on smiling and shaking her head on the outside of the ring. She turns to the fans and points at the belt then back at her husband, insisting it’s going to stay with him.
Mayne: Dammit, you mean to tell me this match is still going even after all those forced nearfalls? Something tells me this is going to go on longer than the ending of the last Lord of the Rings movie. Which I hate by the way, like anyone wants to see a film about live action Treasure Trolls.
Douglas: They were Hobbits.
Billy: Now your just splitting hairs.
Sean rises to his feet and turns towards Evermore, who pushes himself off his shoulders, reaching back with his legs and wrapping them about Johnson’s waist. He is trying to pull him down into a modified victory roll only to have Sean place his hands to the shins of his opponent, pushing them off his waist and sending him rolling forward across the canvas directly onto his feet. His back is still turned towards Johnson who comes rushing in now only for the Champion to jump into the air, turning upside and catching his inbound opponent around the waist with his legs. Sean is rolled forward with Axl ending up seated on top of his chest, holding down on the backs of his knees.
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To a loud reaction Johnson kicks out, sending Evermore rolling over backwards onto his feet. He then rushes forward at the still laid out Johnson who lifts his feet into the air, placing them to Axl’s gut and then sending him flying into the air with the monkey toss. Axl catches tremendous height before he finally plummets to the canvas back first. The crowd reacts with a groan over the way the title holder’s spine impacted the ring while Johnson scoots up behind him and takes hold of the arm. He traps it in the hammerlock once again, wedging it to the small of Evermore’s back as he grinds his teeth, his heels hitting the canvas. Shockingly he begins to will himself up towards a standing base though, even after taking that tremendous bump just a few short seconds again. As soon as he stands Johnson reaches out, taking him by the jaw and spinning him around before pulling him into another fireman’s carry. Axl flips over and crashes onto his seat as Johnson drops down beside him and fluidly establishes the hammerlock yet again. The crowd responds with a mixed reaction as a result as the Champion grinds his teeth and slaps at his shoulder to make sure the blood is still flowing through it. That’s when Johnson stands and jumps into the air, delivering a dropkick to the back of the shoulder. Axl drops onto his spine as a result, gripping at his shoulder in tremendous pain while his Challenger gets to his feet and grabs hold of his wrist. He pulls Evermore’s arm down to the canvas, stretching it out over the ring then jumping into the air before stomping down at the bicep. Axl rolls away from the Challenger for his newly acquired belt, turning onto his chest and stomach while gripping at his shoulder and yelling a number of four letter words that shouldn’t be heard by small children, or impressionable midgets.
Mayne: Johnson is still targeting that arm which I guess displays that he’s somewhat competent, although I still wouldn’t trust him to stand trial. Wow, that wasn’t funny.
Douglas: It’s taking you this long to realize how forced and derivative you’re banter has become, or well, has always been? But amongst your mindless rambling, you were correct about Johnson’s targeting of that arm, he’s been focused on it since the beginning of this title match and now he’s really starting to dissect it.
Evermore slowly forces himself up to his feet only to be met with a kick to the gut and have his arm dragged around, tucked behind his back in a hammerlock. Axl is bent forward as Johnson charges him across the ring and throws him at the nearest turnbuckle, hoping he’ll go through the ropes and crash shoulder first into the exposed turnbuckle post. Evermore has other ideas though as he jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope then springing off as he twists and connects with a crossbody on his opponent. Both men crash into the canvas with Evermore lying on top of Johnson’s sternum.
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Sean rolls over backwards and ends up with a lateral press on Evermore. Before the referee can drop down to make the count, Sean displays his great strength by rising to his feet and dead lifting his opponent up off the canvas. He holds him in a fireman’s carry position before throwing him over his head and onto his shoulders, setting up for something even more devastating. He steps forward across the ring, plotting his next move when Evermore wraps up both his arms and falls sideways off his shoulders, flipping Johnson over backwards into a modified crucifix bomb. Sean lands right on top of the back of his neck and shoulders while he’s held in the crucifix style pin by the Champion now, Sallie rejoicing on the outside of the ring.
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Johnson pushes himself up off his shoulder and sits up, Evermore forced to roll over onto his opposite side as he keeps both of his opponent’s arms trapped. He takes his legs from around Johnson’s far shoulder and wraps them around his throat now, applying a modified head scissors submission. He places his palm to his knee, really establishing this hold and cutting off all the air to his Challenger’s brain. Sallie leans forward with her hands on the apron, enjoying seeing what Axl is doing to the first man who is opting to try and take the belt he worked so hard to claim. Attempting to find a quick escape Sean pushes himself back and then nips up onto his feet out of the head scissors. He turns and drops an elbow directly at Evermore’s chest, who rolls out of the way, Sean crashing into the canvas as a result. As soon as he sits up Axl reaches out with his legs and wraps them about his neck once more, pulling him over backwards into the head scissors. Sean stomps his feet, becoming flustered the longer he’s forced to stay down on the canvas in this submission predicament.
Mayne: Ouch, I bet Evermore’s thighs are strong enough to crush walnuts, not that I would eat them afterwards, but you get the point.
Dan: Unfortunately. Axl is keeping Johnson grounded and making sure he can’t utilize any of that power offense we saw him generate a few moments ago.
Axl keeps pushing down on his knee, really trapping Johnson in this hold at this point, trying to earn the submission. Sean tries to nip up out of the hold but can’t, dropping right down to his back once again before rotating with his frame. He gets onto his knees and scoots across them until his body forms a straight line with Axl’s, who is now sitting up to better keep hold of the submission. Displaying his quickness, Sean pushes himself up into a head stand and drops back first on top of Evermore’s sternum, knocking both men down to the canvas. Immediately Johnson rolls off of his opponent’s chest and grabs hold of his arm, trying to lock it in a submission. Realizing that it’s already damaged enough the Champion rolls over backwards onto his feet, but Sean won’t stop. He turns his back and presses it to Evermore’s ribs, trying to force him down to the canvas into a fujiwara armbar which would prove disastrous for the title holder. Therefore he drops into a forward roll and frees his arm just like he did earlier in the match, ending up on his feet and turning towards his opponent. He rushes forward right into the shoulder of his opponent, who hoists him up into the air then turns before driving him down back first into the canvas with a double A style twisting spinebuster. Evermore slams violently into the canvas before Sean hooks his legs, the fans screaming as a result.
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To everyone’s surprise, especially Johnson’s, Evermore kicks out, getting his shoulder up from the canvas with just a few precious moments to spare. Evermore quickly rolls away from Johnson onto his elbows and knees, beginning to stand up when Sean steps to his side, pulling his arm around behind his back into the hammerlock them rushing forward. He throws Axl through the ropes and shoulder first into the exposed steel turnbuckle post, Evermore groaning in pain. Sean isn’t through yet though as he slips through the ropes onto the apron then charges across it diving forward with a knee to the shoulder of his opponent. This wedges it between his knee brace and the exposed post, Axl calling out in anguish. Sean steps around the turnbuckle and places his feet on both aprons running into it before pulling himself over the corner and over the back of his opponent. He wraps his arms around his waist and rolls him over backwards into a sunset flip that has the crowd reacting with screams.
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Axl kicks out and in the process rolls over backwards onto his knees only for Johnson to sit up and lunge forward, catching him by the arm. He twists his body and drags Axl down into the fujiwara, ripping at the shoulder of the Champion, who begins to roar in agony as a result, pushing himself up onto his free elbow as he tries to find a way to escape this hold. Sean realizes he may try to roll out of it so stands up and steps over his back instead, taking the arm and pulling it around in front of Evermore’s throat. He now has him in a half cobra clutch while sitting on his back, making sure he can’t go anywhere and that his arm is being properly targeted as well.
Dan: Johnson has Evermore trapped in a submission predicament and at this point there may be no escaping it.
Mayne: I told Evermore, well, actually, I never really talk to him, but I yelled it at him from ringside that he shouldn’t defend his belt so quickly after winning it. He’s just setting himself up for a major disappointment.
Many of the fans are slapping the barricades in conjunction to Sallie’s palm meeting the apron over and over again, successfully rallying the people behind Evermore. Axl starts to force his knees under him while Johnson continues to pull back on the damaged arm, driving it against his throat and choking the air out of him. Gasping for every breath the Champion tries his best to stand but just can’t do it, too much having already been taken out of him. Yet somehow he was still able to get up to his knees and force Sean to stand up behind him as he keeps hold of the half cobra clutch. This allows Axl to drop forward and flip Johnson over his head and down to the canvas. However, Sean keeps Axl in the cobra clutch, pulling him over with him right onto his seat in front of him. Johnson then breaks the hold and pulls Evermore over onto the back of his shoulders with a crucifix pin of his own.
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Evermore kicks out and drops over in reverse onto his knees, standing up quickly when Johnson gets to his feet in front of him, taking him by the arm and dropping back into a divorce court arm breaker. Axl’s shoulder hits the canvas with force while Johnson keeps hold of the arm, turning around onto his knees then twisting the arm around behind his opponent’s back into the hammerlock yet again. The crowd screams at the sight of this quick technical precision from Johnson, who has built up a healthy layer of sweat as he continues to work over his opponent’s arm and now has him trapped in a submission there may be no escaping from. Evermore sinks his teeth into his lower lip, refusing to tap out as a result to this submission hold as Johnson really torques the arm in a dangerous angle. He even pushes himself up off the canvas now in order to drive his knee into the shoulder of the title holder several times, trying to do as much damage as humanly possible. Nevertheless Evermore refuses to relent, or even think about tapping out, even though his arm is in excruciating agony at this point. Therefore, with a good portion of the fans solidly behind him he begins to bury his knees to the canvas and yet again force himself up to a standing base. His legs are wobbly as they try to plant themselves beneath his body, Johnson standing up behind him and keeping the hammerlock maintained. That’s when Axl reaches back, wrapping his arm around The Griffin’s neck and pushing himself up off the canvas. He almost looks like he’s going to flip over backwards into a standing version of the sliced bread number 2, only instead he falls back down to the canvas and pulls Johnson over into a snapmare. Sean breaks the hammerlock as he rolls across the canvas right onto his feet. He turns back towards Evermore who forces himself up to his feet right in time to be met with an attempted lariat to the throat. Instead of being hit with it he kicks Johnson to the gut and steps to his side, trying to hook up his arms for the double underhook brainbuster.
The crowd screams as he begins to lift him only to shout out in pain due to his shoulder. He is forced to break the attempt at one of his lethal moves only for Johnson to stand up and swing around under his damaged arm, getting behind it as he tries to apply the fujiwara once again. Before he can lock it in Axl twists around with his body, pressing his back to his opponents and hooking both of his arms before back sliding him down into a pinning predicament.
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Sean rolls over in reverse onto his knees then stands up, stepping over Axl’s head and hooking his arms, dragging him up to his feet as he looks ready to connect with the pedigree.
Douglas: What a series of reversals into what looks like the pedigree by Johnson, he’s going to hit it and finish Evermore off for good.
Mayne: Then we’ll have a new champion, which is always nice, especially when it disheartens Evermore so.
Johnson has Axl trapped as he begins to lift him into the air before Evermore surprisingly twists his body and pulls his Challenger down to the canvas into a small package. The crowd is screaming as the official makes the count.
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Sean kicks out just in time to avoid being defeated, keeping his title opportunity alive. Evermore rolls away from him and is still gripping at his shoulder as he rises to his feet, Johnson getting up in front of him. The Challenger turns around and walks right into a hard thrust kick to the ribs, bending him over forward as Axl steps over his head and reaches down, wrapping his arms around his waist for some type of powerbomb. He tries to lift him up but his shoulder gives out once again Sean turning quickly and standing up with Axl loaded on top of his shoulders, in perfect position for some type of death valley driver, which seems to be the Griffin’s intention. He takes Axl by the back of the head and pulls him over into a standing DVD only to have Axl flip out of it and land directly on his feet before charging into the cables at Sean’s side. He jumps onto the middle rope and springs off, twisting in mid-air for a lariat only to have Johnson jump up and catch his arm, dragging him down to the canvas into a fujiwara armbar. The crowd is screaming and standing up as they realize that Axl is trapped, that this may be it, his title might be within Johnson’s possession now. Sean leans back and almost dislocates the shoulder of his opponent, both men roaring as Axl tries desperately to block the pain coursing through his arm. Sallie is continuing to slap the apron and scream at him to fight this, to not give into the temptation to tap out. With everyone in the building still screaming loudly, Axl lifts his shaking palm into the air, looking on the verge of submission.
Mayne: Oh joy, this would be such a great Christmas present, now tap, tap, tap Axl!
Douglas: An amazing counter by Johnson into the fujiwara and now he has Evermore’s number, after all the work done on the arm it’s academic at this point.
All those packed into the Manhattan Center are still screaming and begging Evermore not to tap. Others are demanding he do just that, hoping to see Johnson emerge from this match with the belt in his possession. Axl sticks his fist between his teeth and bites down on it in the hopes that he’ll be able to fight through this pain, but it’s looking more and more implausible as Johnson really wrenches in reverse on the submission. To the surprise of many Evermore is able to turn his body enough to wrap his legs around Sean’s far arm and pull him over into a modified crucifix pin yet again. Sean breaks the submission and rolls right out of it though onto his knees, rising to his feet while still bent forward only to have Evermore stand and hook both his arms. Sean is lifted into the air, turned upside down then dropped directly on top of his head with a double underhook brainbuster that sends the crowd into a frenzy. Sean turns and crashes back first to the ring after landing so forcefully on top of his skull, Axl sitting up gripping at his shoulder and sweating profusely.
Douglas: Axl with the Flipside out of nowhere!
Mayne: I thought Johnson was going to make him tap out! I knew Santa hated me!
The fans are still screaming while Axl crawls into the cover on Johnson, hooking his leg with one arm, as the other is far too weak to help in the slightest.
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The building rejoices as Axl Evermore just retained the Cartel title in a very hard fought encounter. Everyone is on their feet with their arms thrust high into the air, celebrating while Evermore gets to his knees, agonizing and gripping at his shoulder in tremendous pain. Sallie Roma sliding into the ring with the Cartel title drapped over her forearms.
Mayne: Dammit, Axl Evermore actually did it, he actually retained his title. Oh how I wish we could have a one week title reign in the IWC.
Douglas: Axl gladly dissapointed you then by defeating Sean Johnson in a very hard fought, technically precise title bout here tonight, although he barely got through this bout by the skin of his teeth.
Billy: Since when do teeth have skin?
Dan: Would you stop being so literal?
Axl's arm looks to be hanging by threads at this point as he stands up and continues to rub at his shoulder. Sallie puts the Cartel title belt over the opposite arm and pats it gently while he leans into her for support. All the while Sean has turned onto his side, blinking his eyes and trying to regain his senses, all the while allowing it to sink in that he just lost this bout. His trembling fingers slip into his hair while shaking his head and then punching the canvas repeatedly, irate that he just lost a match where victory was well within his grasp. All the while Evermore is assisted out of the ring by Sallie who is patting him reassuringly on the back but keeping away from his banged up arm. Inside of the ring, Sean Johnson lies on his back now, looking up at the rafters and asking himself what went wrong as sweat cascades from his horribly tired frame. Bitterness appears to be setting in on him.
Douglas: What a Cartel title bout between these two. They really put it all into this contest tonight, didn’t they Billy?
Mayne: Sure, why not?
Dan: Thanks for being completely unhelpful yet again. But ladies and gentlemen, this hard fought title bout has only been a small part of one of the biggest years in this company’s history, 2007.
Billy: It had it’s moments, mostly provided by yours truly.
Douglas: Sure. But before our final main event of 2007, which is slated to go down in just a few short moments here, let’s relive the year that was here in the IWC.
2007
A YEAR IN REVIEW
Douglas: Psycho is down, Psycho is down, what a Last Man Standing match here at Paranoia IV.
A bloodied, battered Psycho is shown lying on the canvas, breathing with increasing difficulty. Beyond the whites of his eyes, nothing can be seen below the blood while Chapel stands over him with the Cartel title held high in the air above his head. A fast musical beat is heard in the background, tying in with the quick moving images on screen, telling the story of what has been one of the craziest years IWC has ever seen.
Mayne: Desolation slipped on the table, that’s the only way he lost this Last Man Standing match!
With his face smeared in claret, a close up of the Dark Man’s twisted features are shown glaring across the ring at Jon Rich seated in a corner with the N.H.B Championship draped over his lap.
Douglas: This has to be one of the bloodiest battles I’ve ever seen!
Jon Rich is shown diving off an apron and slapping a Singapore cane over the crimson covered face of Desolation. It then transfers into a scene depicting Psycho powerbombing Robin Brooks off a turnbuckle and back first through a table, shattering both the individual and the wooden object. Another scene depicts Chapel giving Too Magnificent a psycho driver off the apron and through a table at ringside, both their bodies crashing through it violently. The next archival reel features Bitchcakes McPhee being given a hurricarana from the apron by Max POWER, sending him flying through a table covered in beer bottles. It now cuts to Psycho rushing across the stage and spearing Chapel to the ribs, sending both men flying off the edge of the structure and crashing through tables collected below.
Douglas: OH MY GOD!
Jackson Adams takes flight off the top rope and soars across the ring with a chair under his feet, dropkicking it into the face of AWOL as he hangs in a tree of woe from a ladder. Desolation buzzsaw kicks a glass embedded 2x4 right into the already disfigured facial features of Psycho. On this occasion Orlando takes up the screen, delivering a death valley driver through a table while surrounded by the Weapon’s Lair. The Dark Man is shown wearing a football helmet that is covered in light tubes, utilizing it to headbunt Hurse right in the face, causing glass to bust on impact. Orlando is shown again this time pulling Hurse off a ladder with a diamond cutter and pulling him down sternum first into a plank of wood covered in barbwire. Jon Rich is featured jumping off a balcony with a chair under his elbow, dropping it into the Dark Man’s sternum and putting him through a table. Another scene depicts Saul driving a railroad spike directly between the eyes of Riggs, before a shot of Psycho delivering a Psychotic Episode which sends Chapel flying back first through a collection of light-tubes. Desolation again takes up the screen this time stapling Magnus’ eyes shut as blood flows down his face as a result.
Mayne: The legends are coming out to play here tonight.
Lethal Weapon is featured wearing a referee shirt and making his way down the ramp while waving in the direction of the fans.
Killjoy: You know, I showed up here tonight to see how they could possibly do a Paranoia without Killjoy being here to mutilate his body in some disgusting bloodbath.
The Master of Mind Games takes up the screen at Paranoia IV, removing his hood to reveal his identity for the screaming crowd. The next scene depicts Johnny Kingdom standing mono a mono with Sheryl Gray as she cowers in the ring before him. It then displays Lethal Weapon delivering the Golden Bullet Spear on Billy Mayne, until Johnny is featured giving Weapon the Exodus Finale on top of a silver briefcase. The next image displays AWOL delivering a boot so violent directly to Jackson Adams’ face that it renders him completely unconscious. Jackson’s eyes roll to the back of his head as he crashes forward into the canvas.
Douglas: What a year of shocking twists and turns…
The music picks up in a little more intensity as Chapel is featured ripping Psycho’s mask, off revealing his disfigured features. The camera then shows a close up of Psycho’s face as he leans through the ropes with a very twisted smirk, as if delighted to be freed of his mask. Nathan Creed kneels down before Robin with her hand taken into his own.
Creed: It’s time for me to finally make my feelings known to you Brooks.
Creed is now featured lifting Robin into the air and dropping her back first across his knee with a Uranage Backbreaker. The Submission title is handed over to Hurse in a middle of a big title coronation ceremony by an unknown individual, whipping tears from his eyes in the process. His voice over can be heard in the background.
Hurse: I need to take a moment here, I’m so overwhelmed with emotion.
That’s when Hurse is hoisted onto the shoulders of the man bestowing the belt onto him and being hit with a finishing move by the mysterious individual who reveals himself to be Axl Evermore. A stare-down is now captured between himself and Desolation who is backing up the ramp in confusion.
Douglas: He’s bordering on going over, he’s bordering on going over!
Saul is featured leaning over the ropes back first in the closing moments of the Rumble Bash when Orlando Cruze comes into the fray and flings a steel chair directly into his features. The gargantuan monster tumbles over the cables backwards and crashes to the mats with the fans surprisingly going nuts for Orlando.
Billy: Orlando Cruze has won the 2007 Rumble Bash!
The Icon is featured standing on a turnbuckle with his arms raised high into the air. That’s before it cuts to him standing in the ring, looking infuriated as he paces, AWOL standing in front of him with a microphone gripped tightly in the palm of his hand.
AWOL: Until I’ve decided you deserve another title shot, you will never be in the ring with the Alpha Generation again. You will never get a shot at the World title until I’m satisfied that your ready for it.
Hurse: Ladies and gentlemen, words cannot describe what I feel right now, to be standing in this ring for the very last time.
A saddened, despair ridden Hurse is featured in the ring, almost coming to tears as he gives his retirement speech. The video quickly switches to Desolation being tied up in the ropes by the Alpha Generation as a hooded figure bends down in front of him, glaring into his eyes and clutching a microphone. He pulls back his hood to reveal himself as Hurse, looking particularly crazed on this occasion.
Hurse: That’s right, it’s me, I’m the Alpha Generation prophet, and I’m not going anywhere!
Orlando: If you have any balls at all, S.K, you’ll come out here right now!
The Icon and the Future are both shown standing in the ring, staring towards the entry way as an odd S.K related video montage is playing on the titontron, featuring a wilting red rose.
That may be a little difficult boys.
The individuals known as S.K, the very same people who have been tormenting Orlando and Nathan for months now reveal themselves as Sallie and Krissie, their ex-girlfriends, who march onto the stage with giant grins on their faces. Christian Savior and Adam Riddick are now shown attacking Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed from behind during this same shocking segment. It cuts rapidly through scenes of the Steel Cage Showdown, such as Savior doing a corkscrew moonsault from the top of the metal structure to his opponents standing outside of it on the mats below. Orlando is featured Rock Bottoming Riddick onto a chair, before cutting to the Renegade delivering the F5 on Creed on the outside of the ring.
Mayne: Aurora Rose fooled us all!
Clips taken from the Extinction pay-per-view are shown as Aurora Rose stands on the mats with her ankle in a cast and leaning on crutches. It then cuts to her utilizing one of the crutches to strike Axl Evermore in the back then throwing her cast down at him while he’s laid out on the canvas, her ankle injury being completely false.
Douglas: Robin Brooks forced to shooting star press Psycho!
The conclusion of the 8 person tag match at Born Again begins to play with scenes of a weeping Robin standing on the top rope then throwing herself off into a huge shooting star press. She comes down right on top of Psycho, and then is shown marching up the ramp with tears in her eyes over what she was forced to do as Jackson Adams obtains the pinfall.
Mayne: What has Robin Brooks’ done, is she insane?
Douglas: She shooting star pressed Hurse!
The Black Widow is now shown hitting the very same move on the World Heavyweight Champion Hurse, before celebrating with Killjoy. More chaotic images begin to filter through the screen, including Jon Rich running across the backs of two of his bent forward opponents then jumping off and catching another of his rivals with a tornado DDT. Christian Savior is shown stealing the X-Class title belt and fleeing through the crowd with it in his possession. Sean Johnson lifts River Angelus up into the air and gives him a spinebuster before walking away and shrugging his shoulders with a grin on his face. The music really picks up in the background, correlating to scenes involving Desolation, Orlando Cruze, and Hurse battling it out within the confines of the Weapon’s Lair. Their bloodied faces are shown being hit with chairs, and their bodies through tables, via the Brand X, or the DVD. Hurse’s bloodied features are shown, before cutting to the crimson smeared face of Orlando, then settling on claret as it rolls down the pale skin of the Dark Man. It finally ends with all three men vying for the World title, in a three way tug of war in the doorway to the Weapon’s Lair, when Desolation turns on Orlando, smacking him in the face with a buzzsaw kick.
Douglas: No! What have you done Desolation!?!
Mayne: The Dark Man has joined the Alpha Generation.
Hurse and Desolation are featured loaded on top the shoulders of their Alpha Generation followers. The World title belt glistens as Hurse holds it high above his bloodied head, and Desolation watches on maliciously.
Creed: Oh my bad, just let me pick that up.
Krissie McMorris is shown standing on the stage with wide, disgusted eyes as Creed bends forward in the ring, purposely aiming his rump in her direction as he picks up a microphone. He looks back at her disgusted face and puts on a come hither smile. Clips of Bitchcakes McPhee being mesmorized by the superhero abilities of Max POWER are now shown. One of the shots features McPhee jumping off a bench in an attempt to fly only to crash to the floor with a hard thud, another scene depicts POWER drinking a tasty beverage only for Bitchcakes to remove the fake label and reveal it as Red Bull, laughing maniacally. A small Mexican midget is featured polishing a windshield with a pear of boxer shorts before the scene switches to El Magnifico watching Mind of Mencia backstage and taking down notes. The Second City Saints are now shown being led into a janitor’s closet and being locked inside.
Kelly: Hey Shannon, I don’t think this is the GM’s office.
Shannon: Ya think?
Sean Johnson takes up the forefront of the camera patting River Angelus on his shoulder and encouraging him to sit down. As Angelus does a loud squish is heard before he turns to look at a smashed donut stuck to his posterior. Shannon Blaze and Kelly Hart are riding on top of the pony Buttercup’s back, until that scene is replaced with another one featuring Bitchcakes McPhee throwing his ample sized ass into Adam Riddick’s face.
Max POWER: And then I used the broken beer bottles to make a magnificent statue of myself….
Bitchcakes McPhee and Max POWER are shown in the ring as the superhero directs attention to the titontron where a video shows a giant glass statue of the masked man in his trademark pose. The video proceeds into a shot of Bob giving a blindfolded Too Magnificent a lap dance before switching into footage of a nude Simon Cagero running around the ring, fleeing from security.
Douglas: Who is going to be the next generation here in the IWC?
A close up of Pat Evans’ emotionless expression is shown as he twists violently at the ankle of MAX. That’s before these violent images are replaced with even more gory cinematography involving Christian Savior and Adam Riddick striking Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed over their heads repeatedly with a plethora of different weapons, the video replaying footage from the Bluegrass Bloodbath. Axl Evermore is featured raising the Cartel title above his very tired, sweaty head before cutting to a scene of him holding his modified Boston Crab on Pat Evans. The holder of the Submission Championship is shown striking Chapel in the head with a chain wrapped fist and walking away with a twisted glint in his eyes. The Second City Saints’ Shannon Blaze is shown slapping the back of Kelly Hart’s head when he was doing a magic trick involving flowers. Faust stands under blood showering down upon him, almost dancing in the crimson fluid which is drained from Chapel’s hanging body. Jon Rich connects with a superkick under the bloodied jaw of the Dark Man, before cutting to him holding the No Holds Barred title up high, as well as sticking a crowbar under Jackson Adams’ throat, strangling the life from his frame. Scott Gray-Harris takes up the camera’s frame with his arms stuck out to his sides and photos being taken of him while he smiles towards the heavens.
Douglas: It’s been a year like no other here in the IWC, and 2008 is just around the corner.
Mayne: The madness will continue.
Jon Rich is featured bloodied and battered as he leans on the ropes and holds the N.H.B Championship above his head, Hurse removes his hood to reveal his identity to the Dark Man and the entire arena, Aurora Rose strikes Axl Evermore over the back with a crutch, Robin Brooks shooting star presses the World Champion, Desolation buzzsaw kicks Orlando’s face while inside of the steel cage, Axl Evermore is knocked out with a chain shot to the back of the head from Pat Evans, and so much more. All of these scenes are relived in the closing moments of this commemorative video package, which finally comes to an end on the word “2007.”
THE LEGEND CONTINUES IN 2008
COMMERCIAL BREAK
THE RETURN IS UPON US
BEGINNING TO LOOSE FAITH
To a loud ovation which pierces the boundaries of the backstage corridor, the crowd rejoices at the sight of “The Griffin” Sean Johnson seated backstage, drenched in sweat and removing his elbow pad. In frustration he flings it across the lockeroom, the only one still present within. All the while he slips his fingers through his hair then leans forward into his palms, about to pull his follicles straight out of his scalp. With his chest heaving he contemplates what just happened, how he could have possibly lost that tremendous encounter against Axl Evermore, when he seemingly had victory firmly in the grasp of his hand. Ever since he’s returned he’s met with frustration after frustration, nothing going his way as of yet and beginning to weigh heavily on his mind, truly starting to bother him. As he interlocks his hands in front of his mouth and buries his elbows to his knees, starting to ask himself what else must be done a knock comes at the door to his side. He looks over his shoulder at all the empty lockers lining the wall before his eyes dart towards the closed door, confusion setting his features.
The knock comes again, a gentle tapping that finally lures the confused Johnson to his feet, tilting his head as he approaches it. With a raised eyebrow the bewildered Griffin gets closer and closer to the door, finally tentatively reaching out and grabbing the knob. He twists and then opens the door, his eyes catching sight of a figure, whose presence her baffles and perplexes him. His head kicks back with his eyes batting in bewilderment while a feminine hand extends from the corridor into the lockeroom. As it near Johnson his features fill with even more confusion, not sure what to make of this in his sweaty, disorientated state. Something must appear strangely alluring about this figure though, unable to look away as her finger lifts and curls, implying Johnson follow her. For a second he debates rather he shoulder or not, running his palm down the stubble of hair protruding from his chin then grinning slightly as he steps out of the lockeroom, allowing the door to close behind him.
SCOTT GRAY-HARRIS VS. ORLANDO CRUZE
The slow beat of the bass guitar begins to play through the speakers as the lights gently lower around the arena, the beat is hard but the pace of it brings a peaceful aura over the place for a moment. The fans just stand to there feet and look up the ramp at the smiling face of Scott Gray-Harris appears on the big screen, his eyes as evil as any Gray an his physical presence clearly as domineering as his father once was.
"Dirty little secret
He wears an expensive suit showing the wealth that he comes from, the words of the song now opening up as his name slowly appears over the big screen in place of his face, in those moment flakes and sparkles drop from the top of the stage around the entrance curtains hitting the ground and seemingly bouncing on impact before disappearing.
"Drift among the faithfull
Suddenly the chorus explodes through the speakers and rockets fire from the stage exploding above the fans as they watch on, louder now, trying to get there opinions of the man entering the arena above the sound of his entrance music.
"Do you remember me?
When your world’s come crashing down
Suddenly he steps out as the music is in full flow, he walks through the curtains, his arms raised to his side, a long ankle length leather jacket covering his body, a hood over his head, his face shaded by it as he looks down at the floor, his initials run down the back of the coat as he stands between the falling sparks either side of him, he lowers his arms as the chrous begins to end and walks down the ramp opening his jacket to show his infamous toned stomach, tanned and a site for all women to drool over, as he reaches the ring he just gently lowers his head showing his face, intense and focused, he then leaps up onto the apron with one knee before standing up and looking back out over the fans, he then throws his arms out to his side violently as the chrous of his music blasts out again, he then enters the ring, removing his jacket fully showing a very athletic build before finally standing prepared for the bell and the match ahead of him.
Billy: There’s the man who gets things done. The son of Lethal Weapon, the son of Sheryl Gray, the star of a show with men in loin clothes, this is Scott Gray-Harris competing in by far his biggest match ever.
Douglas: It’s only his second match, but yeah, I guess it is rather huge, as he’ll get the opportunity to knock Orlando Cruze out of World title contention should be victorious.
Mayne: Let’s keep our fingers crossed.
Dan: Um, no, because I actually want to see Orlando win and avenge what happened to Too Magnificent, as well as get himself into World title competition yet again.
Billy: Oh, well I can’t uncross my fingers, damn arthritis.
Scott is looking particularly smug as he rests back first against one of the turnbuckles, twisting his upper body back and forth to properly limber up. You Know My Name hits over the PA system as the lights dim and 'Cruze' flashes rapidly on the video screen. Down either side of the rampway white strobe lights flicker as Orlando strides through the curtain and to the top of the ramp. He looks one way and then the other before walking down the rampway and to the ring, each strobe light extinguishing, and the arena lights getting bright with every step. As he reaches the bottom he slides under the bottom rope and stands centre of the ring with his arms outstreched taking in the crowd reaction, which is absolutely deafening, nothing else able to be heard over the roar of applause. SGH doesn’t appear to be growing concerned or worried, just keeps limbering up and watching Orlando closely, evaluating the man who defeated his father two years ago at Paranoia.
Dan: One might also surmise that this is an equally as huge bout for Orlando Cruze tonight. Not only is he taking on the son of his former hero, but he’ll also get back into World title contention should he defeat Scott Gray-Harris tonight. This man hasn’t received or come even close to being granted another World Championship match since he was screwed at Paranoia IV.
Mayne: Screwed for a reason. Desolation didn’t think he deserved the title, and neither did AWOL, which Scott is going to prove tonight by doing something his father never could and defeating the Icon.
The crowd is slapping the barricade, building in anticipation for this contest as Orlando drops off the turnbuckle to his feet, turning to face his eager, anxious opponent, who definitely has to be out to prove himself tonight. The two men slowly step out of their respective corners and find themselves almost nose to nose with one another, ready for what should be a very intense confrontation. As you look into both men’s eyes, you can tell that they are taking this match more serious than anything they’ve ever participated in, their exterior surfaces calm and collective, but their hearts fluttering as they contemplate everything that is on the line in this battle. Finally referee Stuart Wright steps in explaining the rules before turning and motioning for the bell. It chimes in the background as both Scott and Orlando step back away from one another and now begin to move in circles, plotting exactly how they’re going to go about getting at each other in this contest. After a few moments of debating they both step forward and find themselves locked up in a collar elbow tie.
Douglas: And here we go Billy.
Mayne: Indeed, the last bout we’ll ever see Orlando compete in that will have any effect on the World title scenario. After tonight, he’ll kiss his chances at ever becoming Champion away.
Orlando and Scott jockey for positioning against one another before Harris swings around under the arm of his opponent. The Icon is bent forward as he finds his arm trapped in the arm ringer. Scott then takes the arm and tucks it around behind his opponent’s back, establishing the hammerlock instead. Orlando suddenly bends forward and slides around to the side of Scott, going around under his own arm and then standing up behind his opposition’s back. He steps forward to the opposite side of Harris and takes him around the neck, applying the side headlock submission. Scott is hunched forward as he finds himself trapped in this hold, trying to find a quick means of escape. Instead of going for a basic counter Scott sticks out his foot and places it in front of Orlando’s ankle. He now pushes him forward, tripping Orlando over the back of his leg and sending him crashing forward to the canvas. As soon as he lands on his chest and stomach, Harris jumps over the Icon and lands on his seat at his side, applying his own side headlock. The fans surprisingly clap, shocked by his wrestling knowledge after only competing in one bout thus far.
A pleasant smile is on Scott’s face, perhaps asking himself why it was so difficult for his father to get the better of the Icon, before he finds out. Orlando starts to push himself upwards, getting a knee beneath him while Scott rises to a kneeling base as well. That’s when the Icon places his palm between the shoulder blades of his opponent and shoves him down to the canvas face first. Orlando now jumps over top of him and gets to his opposite side, attempting to wrap his arms around his opponent’s neck for the headlock. Scott scoots backwards at the last second though, causing Orlando to fall to the canvas and miss the side headlock attempt, Gray lunging forward and applying his own side headlock yet again. His bright teeth flash through his lips, nodding his head towards the fans and almost posing for photos to be taken.
Billy: Look at Scott Gray-Harris go, he’s out wrestling Orlando.
Douglas: That certainly is surprising, he must have learned a lot from his father over the years, although I hardly think Weapon’s intention was for Scott to get involved on the wrestling scene.
Mayne: You don’t know, Weapon could be proud of his son. And what wouldn’t there be to be proud of, besides the fact that he never returns my e-mails.
Orlando again forces himself up to his knees and then drops to his seat while Scott does the same beside him, still establishing the side headlock. To the surprise of many, especially SGH, Orlando drops into a backwards roll, pulling Harris along with him. Both men end up spread out across their chest and stomachs with Cruze immediately freeing himself from the side headlock then grabbing hold of his opponent’s arm, trying to establish the crossface. Scott gets his hand up in front of his chin to block it, but Orlando pushes it away and then applies his submission hold. The fans are screaming loudly at the sight of Scott Gray-Harris being locked in the crossface already by Orlando, who really rears back on his jaw, trying to force the submission this early in the contest. Scott pushes himself up onto his knees though and reaches out for the cables before dropping into a roll away from the Icon. Orlando is pulled over with him into the same roll and forced to break the crossface in the process as he turns onto his knees. Scott rises to his feet and is mouthing some obscenities, upset that he was shown up as he grips at his shoulder and comes charging forward at Orlando. That’s when the former three time World Champion jumps to his feet and slugs Scott to the jaw, then does it again, following up with strike after strike to his opponent’s face. Scott is knocked backwards in the direction of the ropes with each jab to his face as he falls back first against them. Finally Orlando steps back and runs in with one more shot that sends Scott flying over the ropes backwards, turning and crashing to the outside mats. The referee jumps in the Icon’s way and places his hands to his chest, shoving him backwards while brandishing him for utilizing the closed fist.
Dan: Scott escaped the crossface but then walked right into that hard series of right hands to the face from Orlando, who almost knocked his opponent’s block off.
Mayne: This is quickly turning into the same type of brawl we saw between Weapon and Orlando at Paranoia IV, which might I add was voted 2006’s match of the year.
Douglas: Billy! You remembered something!
Billy: No. That random tidbit of information came up on this muppet porn site I’m looking at on my laptop.
Official Wright keeps on lecturing Orlando until he’s had enough, lightly shoving him out of the way and moving towards the ropes. He slips through the cables then drops down to the outside mats, moving right towards Scott who has utilized the barricade to force himself to his feet. As soon as he gets up he wished he stayed down as he turns in the direction of the Icon who delivers a swift, devastating knife edge chop to his sternum. Scott turns away from his opponent, holding his sternum and staggering forward across the mats when Orlando rushes up behind him, delivering a hard clubbing blow directly over his back. Gray is sent stumbling forward face first into the steel turnbuckle post, bouncing off of it and then turning as he falls with his spine pressed to the barricade. Orlando steps in and gives him no time to recover as he pulls up Scott’s jaw, standing him upright then delivering another devastating chop right across his already blistering sternum. A woo comes from the fans while Orlando lifts his fist into the air and drives it right across the side of Scott’s face, causing him to turn and move in the direction of the announce table, falling against to use it as support. As soon as he does this Cruze steps up behind him and grabs the back of his head, pulling him face first down into the table. His skull smacks off of it hard and causes him to turn, placing his back to it while Orlando takes him by the hair and runs him towards the ring. As a result Scott is sent rolling under the ropes into the squared circle with an all fired up Orlando following him in. The motivated Cruze slides under the ropes when Scott stands up and steps forward, dropping an elbow directly into the canvas. His elbow hits the ring hard thanks to Orlando rolling out of the way, causing Scott to sit up and clutch at his arm in pain.
The Icon steps up beside him and immediately delivers a boot square to the side of Scott’s jaw, knocking him onto his back as a result. Harris rolls across the canvas in the direction of the ropes, reaching out and grabbing the middle one which he utilizes to pull himself up to his feet. The second his feet stabilize beneath him he’s chopped to the sternum to another thunderous woo from the Manhattan Center. Scott stands up straight and turns away from his opponent, clutching at his chest as he steps around the ring, trying to create some distance. He now turns to face Orlando and is hit with another brutally stiff chop to the chest, the force of which sending him crumbling to the canvas spine first. Those packed into the Manhattan Center are quite enjoying seeing what Orlando is doing, as he keeps this physical onslaught going, only waiting now for his opponent to get back up. Scott is slowly forcing himself to his feet when Orlando steps in and gets thumbed directly to the eye, the fans vocalizing their outrage over this blatant cheat. As a result Cruze turns away from Scott and grips at his eyeball in tremendous pain, slowly spinning back to face his opponent in a very dazed manner. As soon as he turns to face his opposition, Harris lungs into the air and meets him with a swift dropkick right to the head and sternum. The collision sends Orlando down to the canvas now with Scott landing beside him, clutching at his chest which bares a few red streaks.
Mayne: Finally, Scott Gray-Harris gets back on the offensive. I was starting to worry, and when I worry I sweat, and when I sweat the air around me becomes increasingly foul, and when that happens I have to blame my dog for farting.
Dan: I imagine that’s rather awkward since you don’t own a dog, and never have.
Orlando pushes himself up onto his knees then rises to his feet slowly when Harris rushes forward and delivers a European Uppercut directly to his jaw. The collision sends Orlando reeling backwards into a nearby turnbuckle which he falls against spine first, SGH stepping in and beginning to throw punch after punch after punch right into his face. The Icon begins to slip down the turnbuckle slowly with each closed fist that is blatantly thrown into his face until Scott begins to alternate with stomps now. The hard kicks finally cause the Icon to end up seated with his back against the corner, Harris immediately burying his foot to his throat and strangling him as he clutches at the top rope for leverage. Wright steps in and starts a five count, reaching four until Harris steps back and throws his arms out to his sides, spinning in circles. The fans are responding with repulsion while Scott poses for this photo opportunity, flexing his muscle to some female screams of delight, mixed disturbing with a few male cat calls. Scott looks up with a raised eyebrow towards the crowd before shaking his head and rushing forward at his seated opponent in the corner, extending his leg for a face wash perhaps. As soon as his foot nears the face of the Icon, he reaches out and grabs the ankle of his opposition, keeping it from removing his facial features. Cruze begins to stand up while Scott hops on one foot only for Orlando to reach out with his leg and connect with an inside leg trip. As a result Scott crashes onto his back and Orlando grabs both legs, trying to step through them in order to establish the sharpshooter. Unfortunately he can’t get it locked in as Scott buries his feet to his chest and shoves Orlando backwards into the turnbuckle, sending him ramming into it hard spine first. When his back strikes the corner he is knocked forward, falling head first directly into Harris’ testicles, resulting in a loud outburst from the laughing fans.
Harris sits up with his mouth hanging open, placing his palms over his testicles then turning as he rolls across the ring, ending up in the center of it.
Billy: Did you see that? It was an accident, Orlando did that on purpose. I know accidents, they happen in my pants all the time, and that was no accident!
Douglas: Unfortunately I can vouch for the unstable nature of your lower extremities, but I can’t support the claim you just made about that headbunt being intentional. Hilarious yes, intentional no.
The fans are still cheering while Orlando grabs the ropes at his side and uses them to drag his body to his feet, Scott standing up in the center of the ring with his hands still placed to his crotch. As soon as he gets up Orlando comes charging out of the corner, directly into the shoulder of his opponent, who stands up and back drops him through the air. Cruze turns upside down and comes plummeting spine first into the ring, the fans groaning much like the Icon upon impact. He arches his spine from the ring and rolls slowly to his elbows and knees, trying to stand up, SGH actually allowing him to do so, encouraging him to rise. When Orlando gets his feet beneath him, albeit still being hunched over, Harris steps in and takes him around the neck, dropping back into a quick vertical suplex with a float over into the pin.
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Orlando gets his shoulder from the canvas to a loud ovation, causing Scott to become angry as he pushes him over onto his chest and stomach then establishes the side headlock. Harris really cinches in the submission hold causing terrible pain to shoot throughout the neck and the head of his opposition. Trying to fight and persevere through the anguish Orlando begins to jostle and struggle to reach his feet, planting them to the canvas. Scott is bending forward at his side, trying to lock in the submission with all the upper strength his body will allow. Unfortunately for him Orlando will not be stopped, placing his hand to Harris’ back then shoving him forward into the cables, freeing himself from the hold. Scott bounces off the ropes and comes charging back in, jumping into the air and connecting with a spinning heel kick directly to Orlando’s face. The collision sends both men collapsing to the canvas, Scott turning around onto his knees then scooting forward into the cover once more.
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The Icon kicks out once more, sitting up this time as he does so, infuriating Gray-Harris enough to scoot up behind him and establish the rear naked choke on this occasion. His neck is being twisted and ripped at, all air being deprived to his cranium as a result while the son of two legendary competitors grins sinisterly in the direction of the fans, laughing a little in the process.
Douglas: Scott Gray-Harris slowing things down to a methodical pace here as he applies that rear naked choke and works over the head of his opposition.
Mayne: I think he’s doing daddy proud right now. I wish my father would feel the same way about me, but he’s still pissed I didn’t go into the family business, sadly something about full frontal male nudity just turns me away from his occupation though.
The cheeks of the former three time World Champion are becoming rather rosy, displaying that air is indeed being restricted to his head. This further entices Scott to lock in the rear naked choke with a little more vigor, drooling from the side of the mouth due to his barbaric intentions. His eyes are opened wide and overwhelmed with rage as he transfers all his aggression into this rear naked choke on his still grounded opponent, who surprisingly is already beginning to force himself up to his feet. Scott shakes his head, refusing to believe it as the Icon flails his arms and gets closer and closer to his feet, the crowd rallying behind him. They stomp their feet and slap the barricades while Orlando gets closer and closer to an upright base, trying with everything he’s got to escape this trying submission hold. The fans are really rallied behind him as he gets all the way to his feet, clinching his fists and thinking up a quick escape. Before he can get the first inclination of an escape Scott jumps into the air and buries his knees to his opponent’s back, pulling him down into a back stabber. The fans react with shock as Orlando falls to his side and rolls all around, arching his back throughout the process, SGH immediately standing up at his side. As soon as Cruze ends up spread out entirely across his spine Scott rushes forward and jumps into the air, coming down with a huge knee drop directly into his face. Orlando’s body kicks up into the air as a result, wrapping his hands around his face and beginning to flop around. He moves towards the ropes while clutching at his face still, falling against them back first as he sits up.
Douglas: There is just no give from Scott Gray-Harris in this match, he’s really proving something to me here in only his second match, as he is dominating Cruze in this portion of the contest thus far.
Mayne: He’s got all the tools to be a future World Champion here Dan, except for you know the requirement to be batshit crazy.
Orlando drags himself up the ropes slowly while still clawing at his damaged face. The highly aggressive Harris moves right towards him when Orlando steps out of the ropes and chops him viciously across the sternum, the crowd responding with an emphatic woo. The chop echoes throughout the arena and causes Scott to stagger backwards a bit wincing in pain. Orlando moves forward and delivers another chop right across his opponent’s chest, Scott being sent into a spin as a result. When he turns to face Orlando he’s taken down to the canvas with a hard lariat right to the throat. His impact with the canvas causes him to bounce up and down on the ring but gives him the momentum to roll right back to his feet. He turns to face Orlando who delivers an incredibly stiff right hand directly under the jaw, taking him to the ring once more. The crowd’s reaction is building in intensity, as is Orlando’s momentum in this match up as he turns towards Scott who is promptly rising to his feet. As soon as he stands up Cruze spins around into a discus lariat only to have Scott duck it. Orlando turns to face him when he’s gouged in the eyes by young Harris then brought down to the ring with a drop toe hold. Scott dives forward and lands on his seat as Cruze’s side, locking in the side headlock submission once more. All the wind has just been yanked from the fans’ sails, their hopes for Orlando dashed in one blatant cheat. Official Wright bends down in front of Scott and reprimands him for using the eye gouge, but can’t stop him from keeping the side headlock applied.
Dan: Come on ref, really do something about Scott’s blatant cheating. He said it was going to be an honor for him to face Orlando all week long, but he’s being anything but honorable in this match by going back to cheating every time he hits a rough patch.
Mayne: Do what you can to win Dan, do what you can to win.
Even though they are slightly disheartened by the fact that Cruze is down again, the fans still rise and slap the barricades and stomp their feet. Scott looks back and forth at the crowd in confusion, wondering why they are still supporting the man that has trapped in this side headlock submission. Their respect and admiration for the Icon almost disgusts him, and as thus forces him to apply his hold with a little more vigor. He tries not to listen as they continue to scream words of encouragement to Orlando, the Icon incapable of listening though. Their chants seem to be feeding him further and further, overwhelming him with motivation to rise to his feet. His desire to get up is insatiable as he forces his knees beneath him and begins to push his body up to a standing base, Scott twisting and turning with the side headlock, yet it’s not enough to keep him down. Finally Orlando is upright when Scott forces him to stand completely up as he locks his arms around his neck for his version of the stunner, known as the YPMO. Just as he is about to hit it Orlando pulls his head free and buries his shoulder to Scott’s spine, hoisting him up into the air and dropping in reverse with a huge back drop suplex. Scott slams hard into the ring, arching his back from it then rolling across the canvas in a great deal of pain. Orlando also rests on his back, breathing hard as he tries to get some air back to his head, and fight off the effects of what has thus far been a very grueling encounter.
Douglas: Orlando fought off Scott Gray-Harris’ version of the stunner and nailed a particularly lethal back drop suplex in the process, but now both men are laid out.
Mayne: What would happen if this ended in a double TKO? Please tell me Orlando would not only be denied future World title opportunities but also be castrated as a result?
Dan: I’m guessing the first of those two options would be more plausible, given Sallie and Krissie’s disdain for the Icon.
The crowd is still screaming for Orlando to get up, which he is trying to do now that he’s got some oxygen flowing back to his brain. He slowly gets to a knee while Scott has already risen to his feet with his hand pressed to his lower back. Orlando gets up while bent forward when Scott comes charging in only to be caught against the Icon’s shoulder and hoisted into the air, dropped down testicles first onto his knee. Scott jumps back with his hands over his groan as Orlando stands up in front of him and steps forward with a hard right hand under his jaw that sends him crashing to the canvas back first. Harris rolls to his feet and stands up quickly then attempts a spinning hand to the face of his opposition. Cruze ducks under it and charges into the ropes behind Scott, bouncing off the cables and coming back in as he jumps into the air, catching Scott by the back of the head. Harris is pulled down into a huge face buster directly into the canvas. The fans react with cheers as he bounces off the ring and rises to a kneeling base, Orlando getting up in front of him then rushing forward with an incredibly stiff running knee directly to his face. Harris is knocked onto his back as a result while Orlando turns and falls on top of him, hooking his leg for the pinfall.
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Somehow Scott has the awareness to wrap up both of Orlando’s arms and pull him over backwards into a crucifix pin.
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Orlando rolls over out of the pinning predicament and drops down right to his knees, immediately rising to his feet which a dazed Scott is also trying to do. Both men get up with the disorientated Orlando falling back first into the ropes, Scott holding his jaw as he comes charging in at him. Cruze bends down and catches Scott against his shoulder, back dropping him over the ropes to the outside of the ring, only to have Harris grab the top cable. He floats over and lands feet first on the apron as Orlando turns to face him and receives a kick to the side of the face. The fans groan as Orlando staggers backwards towards the center of the ring as a result, gripping at his cranium in pain. Scott places his deadly foot on the apron beside the other one and now pulls himself up onto the top rope, springing off and flying throughout the air. Cruze steps towards him though and catches Scott on top of his shoulders, dropping back into a huge Samoan Slam. The body of Harris connects viciously with the canvas while Orlando sits up, rubbing at his temple in incredible pain.
Dan: Orlando operating on all cylinders.
Billy: Cylinders? Are you trying to imply that Orlando is a machine? Well, I guess that would explain his robotic dialogue.
While sweating and agonizing Cruze rises to his feet, a languishing Scott Gray-Harris attempting to do the same in front of him. As soon as both men get up Orlando steps in and hammers Harris right to the face with a closed fist. Scott steps back but moves forward and delivers a shot of his own to the jaw of his opponent. Orlando is stumbled until he comes answering back with such a devastating right hand that it again sends Harris crashing to the canvas. He hits the ring and rolls to his knees, rising to his feet before stepping forward into another hard closed fist that sends him tumbling to the ring. Harris bounces off the canvas right back to his feet and right back into another punch that sends him down. The fans are really starting to let their feelings be known as they scream at the top of their lungs, especially as Harris rises to his feet and walks right into an arm across his sternum. Orlando is setting up for the Rock Bottom to a loud ovation when Harris elbows him to the back of the head, then does it again. He launches his knee directly into the ribs of the Icon, causing him to be bent forward at his side, Scott stepping around over his head and beginning to hook both of his arms, setting up for his father’s version of the pedigree. Unfortunately for him Orlando reaches out and grabs the back of his knees, lifting them into the air and causing Scott to crash onto his back. The Icon is again going for the sharpshooter, perhaps wanting to finish him off once and for all with this classic submission predicament. Before he can get it locked in, Harris again squirms free and this time rolls over backwards onto his knees. He just begins to stand up when Orlando rushes forward for a lariat, Scott ducking it and charging into the ropes behind him. Orlando spins around as Scott comes barreling back in for the Retro Effect AKA the Golden Bullet Spear. That’s before Cruze kicks him hard right to the face, causing SGH to stand up with his eyes becoming incredibly groggy. Cruze now delivers another kick to his gut, bending him forward and stepping in as he places him in a front chancery. He is about to drop back for a DDT when SGH swings his body out from under his opponent’s arm, taking hold of Orlando’s wrist in the process then pulling him forward into the Put Down (STO).
The body of the three time Champion is driven with force into the ring while Harris falls to his elbows and knees only to promptly crawl into the cover. He hooks Orlando’s leg desperately for the three count.
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To a loud ovation the Icon kicks out just in time to avoid having his World title dreams dashed. Scott rolls off of him and across the canvas before sitting up, exasperated and questioning what must be done to finish off the Icon. An Orlando chant has commenced from the fans while SGH gets up and moves towards him.
Mayne: Stay on him Gray-Harris. Jesus, his name is almost as long as his entrance.
Douglas: Get up Orlando, get up before it’s too late for you.
Orlando is barely moving as Harris takes him around the back of the head and begins to roll him to his knees. When he’s prone in the knee position Scott begins to deck him repeatedly to the face with closed fist after closed fist, trying to inflict as much damage as possible. That’s when referee Wright steps in and grabs the movie star turned wrestler by the arm, trying to stop him from utilizing the closed fists. Scott turns and places his hands to the official’s chest, shoving him down violently to the ring, sick of him getting involved in this contest. He now goes back to punching Orlando repeatedly across the face and leading him up to his feet all the while. Even though Wright is now down, his head having hit the ring hard, Scott turns his back to Orlando and again sets up for the YPMO to finish his opponent off. Cruze reaches out and wraps his arms around Harris’ waist, dropping back into a reverse roll out of nowhere to a huge reaction. He ends up seated on the back of Scott’s thighs, who is folded up onto his shoulders, but there’s no referee to make the count. Cruze doesn’t care though, spinning around and sticking his leg through Scott’s then dragging him over onto his chest, locking in the sharpshooter to a thunderous ovation. Roaring in agony Scott pushes himself up onto his elbows, having nowhere to go as he finds himself completely trapped in this hold. Orlando sits down as far as he can on the legs and back of his opposition, giving him no other alternative but to tap out amidst a deafening ovation from the fans.
Douglas: The Sharpshooter, the Sharpshooter!
Mayne: No! Get out of it Scott, get out of it before you tap out to it. You can’t let Orlando back into the World title hunt.
Everyone in the building is screaming their heads off as Scott looks every which way, trying to find some source of salvation. None exist, leaving him trapped and overwhelmed with agony as he slowly lifts his open palm into the air. Orlando rears back even further on the sharpshooter, unaware that the referee is still out cold, meaning the submission would be irrelevant. That’s when to the shock of the crowd, Pat Evans rolls into the ring with his fist wrapped in a steel chain.
Douglas: No! It’s Pat Evans!
Mayne: I knew Sallie and Krissie would have a trump up their sleeves, and his name is Pat Evans, the very same person who Orlando Rock Bottomed earlier in the night.
Cruze spots Pat and breaks the sharpshooter, rushing forward at the intruder who swings the chain directly to the Icon’s face. The crowd is shocked and demoralized as Orlando tumbles to his back and Evans stands over him with a malicious glint in his eyes. He glares down at Orlando with little emotion, quite pleased with rendering him unconscious thanks to the shot with the steel chain.
Dan: I can’t believe we’re seeing this. Pat Evans just came into the ring and laid Orlando out with a chain wrapped fist directly between the eyes.
Mayne: I hope Skylar Kelly is watching this and taking notes.
Evans backs up slowly while still glaring down at Orlando, who is lacerated, cut open a bit above his eye thanks to the shot with the chain. Seemingly having accomplished what he came in to do, Evans lifts his fist into the air, proudly displaying the chain that has come in handy on so many occasions. Boos emanate from the fans as Pat slips through the ropes onto the apron and then drops down to the outside mats, marching up the ramp without even looking back at the man who laid him out earlier in the evening.
Mayne: Hahaha, you do something to Evans, and he gets you back for it. He doesn’t forgive or forget.
Dan: There’s a better time to exact your revenge though dammit!
Pat reaches the top of the stage and now finds himself glaring into the smiling face of Sallie, who is clapping her hands affectionately in his direction. She gives him a thumbs up before Evans shakes his head and moves around her, waltzing to the back. Now her eyes turn towards the ring, choosing to watch from as close as possible as Scott crawls across the canvas towards his opponent. He now throws himself on top of Orlando, his arm draped over his chest with the fans still screaming loudly.
Billy: He’s got the pin, oh boy does he ever got the pin. He’s not only going to do something his father never could, but he’s also going to end Orlando’s title hopes forever.
Douglas: I just don’t want to believe this is the way this match is going to end.
The dazed, almost incoherent referee Wright pushes himself up onto his elbows and knees, turning as he spots Scott making the cover. In his very sluggish, battered condition he crawls slowly across the ring and drops down beside the cover, lifting his hand into the air. The fans are booing and screaming in fear as his hand slaps the ring.
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It’s all over, Scott has done it… no wait, Orlando got his shoulder off the canvas. The roof is almost blown off the Manhattan Center as Harris sits up and realizes he didn’t get the win. Sallie’s eyes open widely on the stage, shaking her head in disbelief, refusing to accept what she’s seeing here.
Dan: Orlando kicked out, he got his shoulder up right before the three count could be made!
Mayne: Unbelievable.
The fans are jumping up and down, buzzing with excitement while Sallie marches down the ramp straight towards the ring. A shocked Harris rises to his feet and glares down at the official who is slowly trying to get up before dropping an elbow directly to his back. The referee is knocked out again while Harris turns to his knees mumbling a long string of obscenities, clearly not pleased with what just happened. Although he wants to stay on the attack he’s having trouble getting up, his body ailing from that sharpshooter. Even Sallie’s screams from ringside even fail to assist him to his feet, leading her to reach under the ring and grab a steel chair. She pulls it out from under the squared circle and throws it through the ropes into the ring, shouting for Harris to use it and take Orlando’s head off. SGH slowly crawls towards it, grabbing the steel and utilizing it to begin forcing his tired, battered body up to his feet. To a loud series of boos from the fans, Christian Savior has now jumped the barricade and has slid into the ring while decked out in a long, fashionable trench-coat. He jumps to his feet and remains bent forward, motioning for Orlando to get up, wanting to be the one to finish him off himself in this contest.
Dan: Oh no, as if things couldn’t get any worse for Orlando, now Christian Savior is in there, and he’s setting up for that Blaze of Glory.
Mayne: Hahahaha, Sallie and Krissie had more than one ace up their sleeve apparently. Which makes sense considering there are two sleeves on a shirt, so four sleeves between them…
Douglas: Just shut up.
Savior licks his lips in anticipation while he continues to crouch down in the far corner, shooting his arm upward, demanding that Orlando stand up. The Icon is surprisingly showing signs of mobility, pushing himself up to his elbows and knees as he tries his best to stand up, no matter how much pain he’s in, especially considering he just took a chain shot right to the face. Sallie is positively giddy with excitement on the outside of the ring while the fans are screaming at Savior who now takes off across the ring, building tremendous momentum as he throws himself shoulder first right into the ribs of Scott Gray-Harris. SGH is taken off of his feet and driven back first into the ring, dropping the steel chair to the canvas beside him. The fans are screaming with shock over what they’re witnessing.
Mayne: NOOOO!!
Douglas: Christian Savior just speared Scott Gray-Harris!
Billy: Why Savior, why? First he fakes his own kidnapping, and now tonight he’s taken out the one man who could have ended Orlando’s World title hopes. Damn you Christian.
Sallie steps back with her hands on top of her head and her eyes as wide as saucers, not able to believe what Savior just did. However, Christian doesn’t look through as he rises to his feet and glares maliciously down at Orlando who is still struggling to get up, having a lot of trouble doing so however after taking that blow to the head with the steel chain. To make matters worse Savior reaches down and grabs the steel chair off the canvas, staring at it’s surface in a trance like state, plotting exactly what he’s going to do with it. He brushes his hair back out of his face while looking into the cold hard steel then turns with evil, maniacal eyes in the direction of Orlando, preparing himself to use the steel. Sallie perks up a bit, realizing that he’s still going to take out Orlando as well as Christian begins to slowly lift the chair above his head. He holds it there when to a loud reaction, Adam Riddick barrels down the ramp and pushes his way past Sallie, sliding into the ring quickly across his stomach. He jumps to his feet and grabs the chair out of Christian’s hands.
Dan: Adam Riddick cutting off his brother right before he could use the chair to take out Orlando Cruze!
Mayne: Oh come on!! Now is not the time to develop a conscious Riddick!
Christian spins around to face his brother who immediately begins to shout into his face and motion towards the chair in outrage.
Riddick: What the fuck are you doing? Do you have any idea what you put me through tonight!?! Well do you!?!
He pushes Savior slightly who backs up and now begins to laugh, a huge smile cutting across his face. Instead of staying to here his brother out or to finish Orlando off, Christian turns and moves towards the ropes, slipping through the cables onto the apron. He gives his brother one last look then drops off the mats walking past a shocked Sallie who is demanding that he get back in there and take Orlando out. Christian doesn’t listen or pay even the slightest bit of attention as he moves up the ramp towards the backstage area. Riddick is watching him leave while still clutching the steel chair when he’s grabbed by the shoulder and spun around into the waiting arm of Orlando Cruze. The Icon hoists Riddick into the air and drives him down to the canvas with the Rock Bottom, having spotted him holding the chair and assumed the worse. The fans react with a loud ovation as Riddick is driven into the ring with force, leaving him to roll towards the ropes while groaning in utter anguish. Savior stops on the ramp and looks back at his brother spilling under the cables to the outside of the ring and landing on the mats with a thud, but doesn’t lift a finger to go back and help him, instead he just marches towards the curtains, where none other than that Faust is now standing. Christian finds himself looking into the face of his brother, who is shaking his head as Christian marches right past him and to the backstage area. Their eyes are interlocked as Savior passes by his brother, who follows him to the backstage area with a very judgmental expression residing on his features.
Douglas: The Rock Bottom on Riddick! He paid for trying to come out and stop his brother from taking out Orlando.
Mayne: This is madness! This show is ending the same way it began!
Sallie is desperately trying to fan off Riddick lying on the mats and shouting at him to get back in the ring while Orlando is rising to his feet in the center of it. He has difficulty standing with his forehead busted wide open, but he still gets up, turning towards Scott Gray-Harris, who is clutching at his busted up ribs as he utilizes the ropes to force himself to his feet. The Icon looks down at the chair and suddenly gets a devious though, grabbing it off the canvas and lifting it into the air as he lays in wait for Scott to turn towards him. The fans are buzzing with excitement as Harris spins around to face Orlando and walks right into a brutal, sickening steel chair shot right to the skull. The force of the collision echoes throughout the arena and sends the crowd into another loud roar. Orlando turns and throws the chair to the outside of the ring then falls on top of Harris, hooking his leg for the pinfall.
Billy: Orlando isn’t suppose to use a chair! Doesn’t he know that he’s the good-guy?
Douglas: That’s irrelevant when World title opportunities are on the line.
Everyone is going nuts as Orlando stares through his blood straight into Sallie’s face on the outside of the ring, who is shaking her head and mumbling bitterly beneath her breath. Referee Wright crawls in and begins to slap the canvas, having just regained his senses.
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The roof almost comes off the Manhattan Center as the fans scream fiercly, their faces becoming blood red due to lack of oxygen.
Dan: He's done it, he's done it, Orlando is back into World title competition!
Mayne: No, this is wrong, this is almost crimininal!
Sallie is almost in tears on the outside of the ring thanks to her best laid plans back firing, forced to watch as Orlando Cruze rises to his knees with his fists clinched and raised above his head in victory. He himself is almost in tears over the fact that he has once again earned his way back into World title contention after a year of being denied championship opportunities. With his body drenched in a bucket of sweat, he rises to his feet and falls back first against the ropes for support. Breathing heavily and looking out through his blood he gazes upon the screaming fans who are rejoicing this very hard fought victory to close out 2007. Scott Gray-Harris has pushed himself up onto his elbows and knees, crawling into a nearby corner and falling against it as he glares around in a highly disorientated state, seemingly not even knowing what has happened yet. Sallie is mumbling beneath her breath, stomping her feet on the ramp and mumbling the words "this isn't over" while Nathan Creed comes marching down the ramp with a confident swagger. As he passes her by Creed points into her face and starts laughing while slapping his knees, the young lady screaming furiously at him. He now slides into the ring and immediately approaches Orlando, grabbing him by the wrist and dragging him away fromt he ropes, holding his arm up into the air in victory. This leads to an even mightier reaction from the fans.
Dan: Nathan Creed coming out to celebrate this momentous moment.
Billy: It's not fair what transpired tonight, Orlando used a chair, he should have been disqualified.
Douglas: Actually, Scott Gray-Harris should have been DQed when Pat Evans used the chain on Cruze, so your logic is flawed.
Mayne: My logic can still kick your logic's ass.
Orlando and Creed are turning in circles as Nathan points repeatedly in the Icon's direction, insisting the fans pledge their full support for his huge, huge win. All the while Scott Gray-Harris pulls himself up in the turnbuckle, holding his forehead then lunging out of the corner towards Orlando and grabbing him by the shoulder. The former three time World Champion is spun around to face Harris, both men getting face to face with one another and the crowd wondering if hostilities will flare up again. Oddly enough though, Scott extends his hand out in the direction of the Icon, who stares down into his palm then lifts his own tentatively into the air. A loud reception commences from the fans as both men shake hands as a display of respect. As a result Sallie looks to almost be vomiting on the ramp.
Dan: Scott Gray-Harris surprisingly showing some class here tonight by shaking hands with Orlando Cruze, even after it took a steel chair to the head and a spear from Christian Savior of all people to put him down. He has to respect the fact that Orlando overcame so many odds tonight to get back into World title contendership.
Billy: How disrespectful of Gray-Harris to do this right in front of Sallie, he just burnt so many political bridges.
After shaking his hand Scott let's go and staggers backwards into the ropes with his palm still pressed to his forehead, falling against the cables for support. All the while Orlando steps across the ring and moves up one of the turnbuckles, lifting his arms up into the air in celebration, receiving an emphatic roar of approval from the fans. Nathan stands in the background, clapping on his teammate who is enjoying this huge moment.
Douglas: What a way to end 2007 ladies and gentlemen, what a year this has been, and what a conclusion to it. The legend continues in 2008, and now World Champion Hurse has got to start looking over his shoulder for even more challengers for his title.
Mayne: Let's hope 2008 is a little more productive than what we've seen in 2007. And let's hope they continue to give me raises to endure your corny dialogue Dan.
Dan: 2007 is over, but the IWC will live well into 2008!
The Icon's arms are still raised high in celebration with Scott smiling behind him and Nathan Creed continuing to clap in appreciation.
HAPPY HOLIDAYS!
Dirty little lies
Say your prayers and call me rare
Save your soul tonight"
Bury your desires
Aberrations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am"
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember me?
I want to relive.
Your god is looking down on me!
I’m not Jesus,
Jesus wasn’t fair!
You confess it all away,
But it’s only shit to me
Your god is looking down on me!
I’m not Jesus,
I will not forgive!"
FIRST BLOOD MATCH
NO DISQUALIFICATION
Dirty little lies
Say your prayers and call me rare
Save your soul tonight"
Bury your desires
Aberrations fill your head
You need a place to hide
And I am"
And the kid I used to be?
Do you remember me?
I want to relive.
Your god is looking down on me!
I’m not Jesus,
Jesus wasn’t fair!
You confess it all away,
But it’s only shit to me
Your god is looking down on me!
I’m not Jesus,
I will not forgive!"