THE INCIDENT IN QUESTION

Negativity, in all forms flows from the fans, who have quickly turned against the individual who sits before their very eyes. His image is beamed from his seated position on the stairs in the backstage area through the titontron and through every television set currently watching. His eyes are shadowed by a hooded sweatshirt that clings to his slouched body and hangs over his head, yet you can clearly see the maniacal glint in his eyes piercing out from behind the darkness. No emotion is clear amongst his painted features, there is a complete lack of any sympathy, empathy, or compassion, no soul whatsoever.

Silencer: Tonight the truth will finally come out. The gossip, the lies, the questions will end, and then you’ll all finally have what you want.

This seems to pain him as he lowers his head, his hood completely obscuring his face from sight. His hands squeeze together tighter, creating tremendous friction that causes his knuckles to crack like the snapping of branches.

Silencer: Yes, it seems that once again, the rest of the world is given what they desire, and I’m left in the lurch. I’m left wanting, but being deprived, again and again and again. But heaven forbid Silencer gets what he wants just once in life. Everything has to get complicated, and my simple pursuit for revenge has become a multi-layered story of betrayal, brutality, and bullshit!

His chest is heaving as his head rises to reveal the cruelness, the uncaring in his penetrating, disturbing eyes.

Silencer: I’m tired of waiting and waiting and waiting, of cooling my heels, of buying my time, it bores me more than you undeserving fans. You people are given everything that you want, while guys like Johnny Kingdom give me nothing more than bullshit excuse after bullshit excuse. All they had to do was give me Desolation, it was that simple, but oh no, they had to turn this into so much more. They had to see this side of me unleashed, and now they’ll have to see what I did to the new owner, the head honcho, the guy calling the shot, the big cheese, the manipulative fuck who’s tried to deprive me of what I deserve! And they’ll see it just like all of you people tonight!

The thought almost makes Silencer smirk, ever so slightly, but he resists the urge and continues.

Silencer: The only satisfaction I’ll get out of this whole overblown drama, is in knowing that you people will be forced to watch, forced to suffer just like the almighty Team Leader. All he had to do was give me what I want. He should have just given me what I want and none of you would have been forced to suffer. But Johnny had to force my hand, he made me send a message so loud and so clear that it couldn’t be denied. I had to show him that he could no longer deprive me of what I desire more than this miserable existence that has been forced on me. And at Redemption Roe, I’ll be waiting for Johnny Kingdom to give me an answer, to look me in my eyes and bend to my will by giving me WHAT I WANT!

His words are spoken with conviction yet no real emotion. He seems to be completely devoid of any feelings at this point.

Silencer: Allow tonight’s footage to be a reminder, a threat of what might happen if he doesn’t.

Silencer’s head begins to lower slowly and rather dramatically, until all signs of his face are obscured by depths upon depths of shadows. The footage of the incident between himself and retired former Champion Johnny Kingdom yet to air on tonight’s telecast.

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 Max POWER going into a spin with his arm thrust out in front of him 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 Miller's, 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. Axl Evermore takes up the screen resting on his knees with the Cartel title hanging from his grasp and drenched in sweat.

Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot

If you feel so empty
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up

Let's start a riot, a riot
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 JT Knight takes up the screen hitting a thunderous powerbomb. 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!

Fireworks erupt from every turnbuckle and the staging area, in fact pyrotechnics are shooting from everywhere but the stands, luckily enough for the screaming, disobedient fans.

Dan Douglas: Riot! starts NOW, and what a night this promises to be!

The camera flies past the fans who are ever so excited with the promise of the impending show, the last one before Redemption Roe.

Billy Mayne: We’re just 2 weeks out from Redemption Roe, which makes this Riot! the all important final stop on the way to the pay-per-view. Ha, did that provide it with enough generic hype, because it doesn’t need any with the promise of the footage from Johnny Kingdom’s home airing right here tonight.

Dan: Silencer disgustingly made reference to that at the start of the show and I’m disgusted at the thought of said footage playing here tonight.

Mayne: You won’t be after you see it. I edited it and everything, and I almost had Danny Elfman ready to provide the score.

Dan: Well, we can certainly be thankful for small miracles. And I’m sure everyone will be thankful for tonight’s huge event which is packed wall to wall with promising matches. Matches ranging from the sure to be athletic bout between Faust and Desolation, to he downright deplorable in the forms of Axl Evermore vs. Psycho for the Cartel tile, and the forced team up of Orlando Cruze and Hurse facing Pat Evans and Aurora Rose.

Billy: Which are also just as compelling reasons to tune in.

SCOTT GRAY-HARRIS VS. ADAM RIDDICK

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

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

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

Douglas: In ring action finally on tap here on Riot! as the somewhat redeemed Scott Gray-Harris is moments away from battling Adam Riddick, a man who was certainly never a fan of Lethal Weapon.

Mayne: How much longer is Scott going to have to suffer for the actions of his father? Not that I care much at all considering I despise almost every aspect of Harris anymore, and that autographed photo I got from him only fetched 50 bucks on e-bay.

Dan: Harris knew coming into wrestling that he’d be forced to endure the ramifications, and the main repercussions of his actions has been having to face the enemies of his father. Let’s not forget also that SGH is involved in this match against the brother of the man he’ll be facing off against at Redemption Roe, so that gives him even more to be distressed about. Also, as reported on IWC’s official website, Demon has been barred from the building tonight due to not being contractually hired back yet by either Sallie or Krissie or our mystery owner. Plus, Nathan and Orlando are apparently late showing up to the building tonight as well, so Scott is completely on his own

Billy: I literally fell asleep the second you started talking.

Harris swaggers in his suave manner across the ring and into a nearby corner, leaning his spine against it and brushing his long locks out of his face, centering himself on the impending contest, the sure to be athletic encounter.

"And I aint gonna be just a face in the crowd...
You're gonna hear my voice when I shout it out loud...

"It's my life" by Jon Bon Jovi hits the titantron. The crowd comes to life as the sound of a motorcycle engine revs up. The fans cheer as Adam Riddick, dawning his leather jacket with white wifebeater, wrestling pants, and ring boots, rides out onto the stage on his 2004 United Motors Renegade 200. Holding onto his back is his wife, Kassie Khane.

The Renegade Rocker circles the ring once before bringing the bike to a stop at the bottom of the ramp. Hoping off his bike, Adam slides into the ring while Kassie remains outside.

Hopping onto the middle rope of the nearest turnbuckle, Adam glares out at the crowd, a smirk appearing on his face. He blows Kassie a kiss before hoping off the turnbuckle and taking off his leather jacket and shirt. Scott watches him closely, pacing back and forth in his corner and preparing for the battle that lurks ahead. Riddick pays his opponent little attention while glaring down at Kassie, ensuring she is safe and out of harms reach at the moment.

Mayne: And here’s Adam “family destroyer” Riddick. Honestly, what does he expect to get out of tonight’s family reunion other than the complete destruction of his family? There’s no way that cooler heads will prevail when Faust and Christian Savior are in the ring at the same time. And who knows what he hopes to get out of this match, as Harris has shown himself to be an ubber impressive athlete since his debut, despite the sheer idiocy in the building of his alliances.

Dan: Riddick will finally get the answer he wants out of his siblings tonight, rather it’s their willingness to work together or their eagerness to severe ties, but finally the problems will all come to a heading. And with this match he’ll finally get some small measure of revenge against former rival Lethal Weapon. Then at Redemption Roe he’ll be out to get a larger taste of vengeance against Silencer.

Adam turns to face Harris as the bell chimes in the background, signifying the official commencement of this contest. Both men slowly stride forward out of their corners, eyes interlocked and fists clinched as they prepare for what should be a physical confrontation. As they get within a few inches of one another however, Scott stops and extends his hands out in the direction of the Renegade. He now opts to turn and put on an unusual fighting stance with his fist raised in the air and a confident expression on his face as he chews some gum. This is all done as a photo opts, many cameras going off at ringside throughout the process. There is a mixed reaction from the crowd as a result of this blatant display of egotism.

Mayne: SGH giving the fans and media in attendance some photo opportunities, just when I forget to bring my wide lens camera.

Douglas: Scott showing his family’s trademark egotism, instead of keeping his mind focused on the contest at hand.

Scott turns back towards Riddick and walks forward right into a open hand slap to the face. The shot echoes throughout the building and staggers Scott, causing him to stumble in reverse with his palm pressed to his cheek. He looks up into the features of Riddick in shock, before stepping forward and pointing at his face.

Scott: You could have ruined my perfect cheekbones you SON OF A BITCH!

In a fit of rage at the thought of any harm coming to his facial features he jumps forward with a forearm strike to Riddick’s jaw. The collision staggers Riddick, his arms flailing at his sides as Harris hits him again and again with forearm strikes to the face. He spins around and throws a discus forearm at Adam’s face who ducks it quickly, stepping behind his opponent. He turns to face Scott’s spine then charges forward for a blow to his kidneys only to have Harris reverse leap frog him. As a result Riddick rushes under his opponent who lands behind him, an angered Adam spinning back to his allusive opposition. Scott jumps into the air and connects with a stiff back heel kick right to the skull. The leg lariat sends Riddick collapsing to the canvas, reaching for his face. Scott rolls away from him then rises to his feet and rushes forward. He jumps into the air with an extension of his leg only to land posterior first against the canvas, missing his move. At the last second Adam sat up and avoided it, twisting around and rising to his feet before he charges forward for a knee strike to his opponent’s skull. Scott drops onto his spine as the knee goes right past his face, Riddick now stepping over him. Harris sits up and catches hold of the back of his tights, pulling him down into a school boy.

Adam kicks out and rolls over backwards onto his feet, as Harris gets to his elbows and knees before him. Riddick steps forward and delivers a thunderous kick straight to the face of his opposition. The blow is so devastating that it echoes throughout the arena and sends SGH crumbling to the canvas.

Mayne: Hehehehehe, Mr. SGH was worried about his face being obliterated with a forearm, but I think that kick may have done even greater damage. Now the only thing he can star in are those weird internet videos, I saw an orangutan drinking his own urine!

Dan: What you masturbate too at late night hours is not for our knowledge. Scott’s brains may have been scrambled with that kick, and he’s now dead on his, well, I can’t say feet.

Riddick steps forward and takes hold of Scott’s hair, forcing him up to his feet and locking him in a front chancery. He quickly drops back into a hard DDT, slamming SGH’s skull against the canvas then sending him rolling onto his back. Adam crawls towards him and hooks his legs, the fans shocked by the quick start to this match.

SGH shoots his shoulder from the canvas, sending the crowd into an uproar as well as the rising Riddick. The flustered Renegade charges into the ropes at Scott’s side, bouncing off them and then charging forward with great speed He jumps into the air, catching tremendous height then dropping knee first right into Harris’ delicate face. Scott’s body kicks upward from the strike, wrapping his hands around his skull while Riddick stands up behind him and steps in locking on the sleeper hold. Gasps emanate from Riddick who tries to pry the arms away from his neck but is still too dazed by the numerous shots to his cranium. Nevertheless he begins to force a knee beneath him, trying to stand up as quickly as he can. Suddenly he lunges to his feet only to have his head bent over backwards, trapped under Riddick’s armpit then dropping down to his seat. He connects with a reverse DDT, Harris’ skull cracking from the canvas. Pain is shooting all throughout his skull while Riddick grabs him by the hair, sitting him up on the canvas.

Adam takes the Hollywood star around the back of the neck then jumping into a forward flip over top of him. As a result Scott’s head is snapped forward, placing tremendous pressure on the neck while Riddick rolls onto his feet in front of him. He spins around then comes barreling towards Harris, hitting him with another blow to his face, connecting with a stiff knee strike. Scott crashes onto his back, sprawled out across the canvas while Riddick steps to his side and takes hold of his opponent’s ankle, lifting it into the air. This lift sends Scott’s unconscious body rolling over in reverse right onto his feet, Adam stepping in front of him and quickly burying his shoulder into the ribs of the King of the Free People. Adam snaps over in reverse with a northern lights suplex, the official dropping and making a quick count.

To a loud response Harris gets his shoulder from the canvas, kicking out with just a few seconds to spare. Clearly his brain has suffered some trauma after all these shots to the head.

Douglas: Adam Riddick is in control after that timely kick to the face. He is just decimating Harris with shots to the cranium and now he’s almost got the victory.

Mayne: This is terrific, absolutely terrific, Adam is tearing this Orlando/Nathan supporter to pieces. He’ll never compete in another match after tonight, unless it’s against bears in the circus. I’ve always wanted to see a man battle a bear.

Dan: Were your parents brother and sister?

After launching his shoulder from the canvas he now finds himself sitting up on the canvas, Riddick turning to face the spine of his opponent, establishing a target. He charges forward and delivers a sensational kick right to the kidneys of Harris, causing him to go into convulsions as he rolls towards the cables. His palm is pressed to his lower back as he rolls under the ropes to the apron, trying to create some space so that he can recover. However, there is no escaping his vindictive opponent, who is showing a more vicious side of himself this evening, unrelenting in his desire to inflict harm on Harris. He reaches through the ropes, taking hold of Scott’s hair and then beginning to drag him back into the ring backwards. Scott now finds himself sliding between the ropes with his back pressed against the middle cable. Suddenly he takes hold of the top rope and shoots his legs into the air, shooting them over the upper cable, both of his shins connecting against Riddick’s face. The stiff strike echoes throughout the arena and sends Adam sprawling in reverse, trying desperately to hold himself up. Before he fully establishes his footing he is already charging back towards Scott, who swings his body over the top rope, still holding onto it and allowing his legs to land on Adam’s shoulders. He pulls his legs downward and as a result, forces Riddick over the top rope with a leg scissors that sends him crashing to the outside mats. The impact sends shockwaves of anguish flowing through his mid-section, yet he still rolls to his knees. With a further display of his agility, Scott skins the cat back over the ropes landing gracefully feet first on the canvas. As soon as he lands he immediately springs into the air and pulls himself over cables with a pancha that sends him landing right on top of his opponent’s shoulder. Both men crash into the mats with the fans cheering over SGH’s incredible aerial grace.

Douglas: Scott Gray-Harris showing us all how agile he can be by flying right into Riddick. This match has not slowed down even for a second. Obviously Riddick is trying to soften Harris up for Savior, still feeling that sibling obligation.

Mayne: Well he isn’t doing good enough, if he really cared about his brother, Harris would be dead right now. But no, there’s still life left in him, this is exactly why Scott would be no good in a death scene. The type that always makes me cry.

Harris rolls away from his laid out opponent and quickly rises to his feet, rushing in the direction of the barricade. He straddles it and throws his arms into the air, causing the fans to start cheering and the girls to start squealing.

Billy: I think Scott is standing on someone’s crotch.

Douglas: No, those are the sounds of the many female fans who adore the Hollywood star.

Mayne: I get admiration as well, mostly from my mother.

Dan: So, so, so disturbing.

The crowd is going nuts while Riddick rolls to his knees, already trying to get up. As soon as he stands he’s met with a forearm strike under the jaw from Harris, who then pulls him forward right into his knee. Scott drags back on Riddick’s face then drives it right into the barricade, causing him to bash off of it and twist into a violent spill to the mats. He lies there trying to regain his senses while SGH grabs him by the hair and drags him up to his feet, quickly charging him at the ring. The Renegade is slid under the ropes and into the ring with Kassie shouting at him to get back on the offensive, to snap out of this. Adam rises to his feet on the apron and glares down at her, twisting his head to try and see down her cleavage. He now thrusts his pelvis in her direction repeatedly which causes Riddick’s wife to grow repulsed and to cover her eyes with her palm. Scott slips back into the ring, moving towards Adam who has risen to his knees in a pain ridden state. Suddenly he stands up and buries his shoulder directly to SGH’s ribs, hoisting him into the air then twisting as he drags him down to the canvas with a spinebuster. A loud reception emanates from the sold out crowd, stunned by the powerful spinebuster, Kassie screaming for joy right along with many of them. Riddick turns and hooks both of Harris’ legs for the pinfall.

To the shock of hundreds Scott launches his shoulder from the ring, kicking out before he can be defeated. A twisted, enraged Riddick rises to his feet and takes Harris by the hair, forcing him up to his feet yet again with Kassie demanding he do some serious damage. As soon as they’re up, Adam shoots his arm around Scott’s neck and then drops back, twisting into an exploder suplex. Harris comes down right on top of Harris then hooks his leg for the pin.

Again the crowd erupts when Harris kicks out in the nick of time, again infuriating Riddick, who is upset with the length of this match. He rises to his feet and now backs towards one of the turnbuckles in a somewhat groggy state, still feeling the effects of the many moves he was hit with by this rookie. The timely veteran grabs hold of the cables and pulls himself up into the air, coming down feet first on the top of the turnbuckle with great agility. He begins to stand up with the crowd buzzing and Kassie screaming for joy.

Mayne: Adam is about to hit that big frog splash we’ve seen out of him on numerous occasions, and then Scott will be flatter than he already is. I swear, bed sheets are fatter than Harris.

Dan: So is your mother, what’s the point Billy? Keep your mind on the match, as Harris may be on the verge of being defeated via this impending frog splash.

Billy: My mother is not fat, she owned a thighmaster, and showed me how she used it for hours upon hours.

Douglas: Even more disturbing.

Riddick stands up tall on the turnbuckle, preparing himself then launching his body off. He flies through the air then comes down with a big splat right onto Harris’ raised knees. The fans respond with a tremendous ovation as Adam’s ribs crash with such force against his opponent’s legs. Agony shoots through the Renegade’s body and scream emanate from Kassie’s lungs as she watches her husband roll across the canvas in pain. He curls into a ball and grips at his ribs while a pain ridden Gray-Harris sits up on the canvas, rubbing at his knees. After delaying a moment due to his pain, Harris gets to his feet and grabs Riddick by the ankles, dragging him towards one of the turnbuckles. Although racked with pain thanks to those last two high impact moves he’s still able to grab the top rope and pull himself into the air. He extends his legs and drops to the ropes across the back of his thighs, sending him flipping over backwards into a corkscrew moonsault. The crowd responds in shock as Harris collides with such force against his opponent’s ribs, quickly hooking both his legs down.

Adam extends his arm out and places his hand over the bottom rope, forcing the official to stop his count. Scott sits up and appears stunned by what just happened, while by contrast Kassie is smiling with relief at ringside. He rolls across the canvas away from Riddick, who begins to roll as well in a groggy condition, both men battered by this fast paced encounter.

Douglas: These guys busting out some super impressive moves, yet neither of them have been able to get the decisive advantage.

Mayne: And now they both look spent, prolonging this bout even longer than it’s unbearably been.

Scott Gray-Harris and Adam Riddick continue to lie on the canvas as a result of this very athletic back and forth encounter, their bodies spent, almost completely drained at this point. The fans are still cheering them on, clapping loudly over the spectacle they just witnessed while Kassie stands on the apron, calling out to Adam, imploring him to get back up.

Douglas: Which one of these men are going to be the first to their feet and get on the advant…..WHAT IS THIS!?!

The respectable reaction from the fans changes as into the ring slides Pat Evans and Aurora Rose. The entire arena is erupting into boos as both individuals rush across the squared circle, beginning to stomp repeatedly at the down Riddick and Harris.

Dan: What in the world is going on here!?! Pat Evans and Aurora Rose are attacking Scott Gray-Harris and Adam Riddick, but WHY!?!

Mayne: Maybe Evans is trying to send a message to Faust by beating down his brother.

Douglas: This is just ridiculous.

The battered Riddick is unable to put up much of a fight as Evans now straddles his sternum, slugging him repeatedly to the face, over and over again. Each strike is more devastating than the last and delivered with delight at he fists of the Submission Champion. Scott is being stomped at repeatedly by Aurora Rose when the crowd’s reaction suddenly alters at the sight of World Heavyweight Champion Hurse and Desolation rushing down the ramp.

Mayne: Hey look, it’s the Champs!

Douglas: And why are they coming out here now!?! This is getting out of control yet again.

Billy: I hope we don’t see another giant clusterfuck brawl like the past couple of weeks.

Evans and Rose suddenly stand up with Kassie’s deafening screams heard in the background, calling out for Adam to please get up as she stands on the outside of the ring. Inside of it Evans and Rose stand side by side with Desolation and Hurse slipping under the ropes before them. They jump to their feet with the Tag Titles hanging from their grasps and conviction clear in their faces. They move forward methodically, as does Aurora and Evans, who will be facing Hurse right here tonight. The fans are anxious to see what happens here before Hurse extends his hand outward, his face filling with a diabolical grin. Evans shows no emotion yet slaps his palm into Hurse’s, both men shaking hands to the disgust of the crowd.

Dan: Oh no, come on, don’t tell me Pat Evans, Aurora Rose, Desolation and Hurse are all on the same page tonight! And here I thought it couldn’t get any worse.

Mayne: Worse for you, maybe, but things are looking up for Billy!

The reaction from the crowd continues to be a unanimous wave of disgust as the Alpha Generation has seemingly joined sides with Rose and Evans for tonight’s show. They now turn and make their way towards Scott and Ridick. Harris is taken by the hair and rolled to his knees so that Aurora can slap him repeatedly to the face with hard palm strikes. Hurse stands behind him and takes Scott under the chin, lifting up his head then beginning to slug him over and over again right to the forehead. Harris tries to get his arms up to defend himself but is in far too much pain, his muscles exhausted after that grueling match against Riddick. Adam is receiving the same treatment, being sat up against the turnbuckle and stomped to the sternum by both Desolation and Pat Evans. Evans takes hold of Adam’s hair, pulling him out of the corner only to slug him hard to the face and send him crashing against the turnbuckle once again. He now drops to the canvas, rolling under the ropes and gabbing the tarp hanging from the apron, throwing it into the air as he pulls out a steel chair. He now throws it over the ropes right into Desolation’s hands. The Dark Man rushes across the ring, going into a spin then charges forward at the seated Riddick.. The chair is stuck under his feet then dropkicked right into the seated face of the Renegade. Kassie turns away, covering her eyes in dismay over what cruel fait has befallen her husband.

Douglas: Oh come on, you’d done enough already, what’s the point of this?

Mayne: I don’t know, but it’s much more entertaining than anything else that could have proceeded this match.

Desolation stands up and throws the chair to Aurora who turns it long ways, imploring Hurse to stand Harris up. SGH is forced to his feet, yet is barely able to stand when Rose steps in and swings the chair right into his ribs. The blow causes Harris to bend forward, groaning in agony. Aurora now sets the chair up in a seated position and wraps her arm around Scott’s neck, dropping back into a hard DDT. The entire arena reacts with dismay and outright disgust as Scott’s face bounces off of the chair and his body tumbles to the canvas below. Hurse now takes the chair and places it right on top of SGH’s face before rushing into the ropes at his side. He bounces off and comes barreling forward before jumping into the air, coming down with a back first senton splash right on top of the chair. Harris’ face may have just been broken by that move, which sends him into convulsions, Hurse sitting up with satisfaction prevalent in his features. All the while Desolation has helped Riddick up to his feet, standing him against the corner when Evans slides in and begins to drill him to the face with more closed fists. Rose quickly sets the chair up again on the canvas as Pat pulls Riddick out of the corner into a drop toe hold face first right into the steel. Kassie is almost in tears as Riddick twists and spills to the canvas, gripping at his skull in tremendous pain. All the while a microphone has been retrieved from the outside of the ring by World Heavyweight Champion Hurse, who grips at his back as he moves to the center of the ring.

Douglas: What the hell has transpired here tonight? This is absolutely depraved.

Mayne: Yet ever so enjoyable, just like those nice S&M videos I download.

The crowd is still infuriated over this developing scene, watching as blood trickles from Riddick’s forehead and Hurse stands over top of the laid out Harris.

Hurse: I am shocked, nay stunned by some of the things I’ve heard here tonight. Questions lobbied at my honor, at my nobility…..

The fans react with disgust as they are well aware these are qualities he does not possess.

Hurse: You people make me sick, insinuating that I’m not a team player, that I’m not a sportsman capable of being trusted. I think I just proved you all wrong yet again, because look, I’ve formed an alliance right in the middle of this ring. That’s right, a huge alliance between the unstoppable Alpha Generation and the equally as charming combination of Pat Evans and Aurora Rose.

The negativity flows as Desolation forces a smirk and nods his head rather arrogantly. Evans smirks rather pompously as well while Aurora throws her arms up, shouting out for the fans to show their appreciation. The camera zooms in on Hurse as he sends the following message.

Hurse: So see Orlando, you can trust me, I just proved it. I will have your back tonight when we step into the ring, ironically against my two new friends. Who by the way agreed to this association in order to better our and their odds at Redemption Roe. So see, I’m thinking ahead too my old friend. So don’t worry, as you can see I have YOUR best interest in favor, why else would I take out Scott Gray-Harris, I just want to ensure our match goes down tonight with no shenanigans whatsoever via outside run ins from guys like this. I know that’s the way you like it, PARTNER!

He drops the microphone with the crowd still booing with great hostility. Desolation has snatched the Tag Titles off of the canvas, handing one to Hurse who thrusts it up high above his head. The Dark Man slowly raises his upward as well in one clinched fist, while Evans and Rose glare at the gold. They all four stand over the battered bodies of Adam Riddick and Scott Gray-Harris.

Douglas: This is disgusting. Does Hurse actually believe this will show Orlando that he’s a trustworthy partner?

Mayne: His methods are completely honorable, didn’t you just hear him?

Dan: Yes, but I opt not o believe everything that I hear. Can we just go to commercial break, this is making me sick.

Billy: Damn your weak woman like stomach.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

A SAD REUNION

The show comes back to the ring, the fans still shocked over the last turn of events before the commercial beak, namely the uniting of Pat Evans, Aurora Rose, Desolation and Hurse. Thankfully the four individuals are no longer at ringside and have returned to the backstage area, but their victims remain. Adam Riddick is being helped out of the ring with blood flowing down his face and his arm draped over the shoulder of Kassie. The two are moving up the ramp with all of the Renegade’s weight thrown against her. EMTs are assisting Harris from the ring, his arms hanging over both their shoulders. Blood is also flowing from a large gash in his forehead, his legs unable to hold him up on his own.

Douglas: The repercussions of the Alpha Generation and Rose & Evans alliance still being felt out here. What despicable act, how can Hurse form a partnership with the individuals he’s facing tonight when teamed with Cruze? The odds have become even further stacked against the Icon.

Mayne: Don’t forget all the other individuals involved in the Tag Team Title Gauntlet at Redemption Roe.

Dan: Hurse is trying to do everything in his power to make sure no one wins the coveted number one contender’s spot going into Paranoia V.

Billy: I think it’s a very smart alliance if you ask me.

As Riddick is being assisted to the backstage area by his wife, Faust finally emerges through the curtains. He moves down the ramp slowly with his head shaking and clear agitation in his eyes.

Dan: Faust finally coming out here, although it might be too little too late at this point.

Mayne: His stubbornness added to the brutality of the beat down against Riddick, neither he nor Christian came out to help.

Dan: Well it looks like Faust has finally put his big head aside to lend some assistance to his brother.

Adam almost falls over several times as Faust approaches him, trying to step under his arm in order to assist him to the back. Riddick actually begins to put some weight on his brother’s shoulders due to his sheer exhaustion and blood loss. Just as he is being helped to the back the fans’ reaction changes to disgust at the sight of Christian Savior strolling through the curtains.

Mayne: Christian Savior stepping out here and looking particularly disgusted with his brothers and believe me, I would be too.

Douglas: How dare he not come out to help Adam earlier. Riddick is the one suffering the most due to this war between Savior and Faust.

Christian continues to shake his head and mumble something under his breath, insinuating that he’s quite let down by what he’s seeing. As soon as he approaches Riddick, Faust lunges forward, pushing Christian backwards then shouting into his face. His finger is extended, shaking it at Christian like a lecturing father. Savior doesn’t listen to the angry shouts out of his brother, who is quite repulsed at his brother’s behavior over the past few months. All the while, all throughout this rant, Christian lifts his hand into the air, moving his fingers as if they were a mouth yapping endlessly. Faust shoves him again as Christian steps out of the way and insists he help their crippled brother to the backstage area. Faust almost doesn’t want to take his eyes off of Christian yet returns to his brother’s side who suddenly pushes him away, filling the Vampire Lord’s eyes with confusion. He now watches as Riddick is helped to the back by Kassie before finally turning one last time to face Savior.

Faust: This isn’t over between the two of us!

Faust now marches through the curtains leaving his smiling brother behind, who doesn’t look effected by this threat whatsoever. Instead he backs down the ramp and continues to chuckle as if he’s untouchable. That’s when the new X-Class Champion turns, barreling forward and spearing the incapacitated Harris right to his ribs. The EMTs step out of the way in the nick of time as Harris is slammed to the mats thanks to the spear, his body almost being ripped in half. Savior rises to his knee and glares down at the bloodied face of Harris with a giant grin cutting across his own.

Douglas: DAMMIT! Now Savior is attacking Scott, who was already completely unable to stand on his own!

Mayne: This must be beat up on SGH day, which really should be a national holiday, I could use the day off of work.

Christian remains kneeling at his down Redemption Roe opponent’s side, glaring into his face with a diabolical smirk. He rises to his feet slowly and takes hold of SGH’s hair, dragging him up methodically with the EMTs pleading with him to stop. The grinning Savior drags Scott’s almost motionless body towards the ring then props him up back first against the apron. The crowd is begging him to stop as Savior jabs Scott to the face again and again, busting him open even further. He now rolls Scott into the ring and slowly begins to climb in himself. He takes his dear old time rising onto the apron, his knuckles still covered in crimson. Just as he begins to slip through the ropes a figure jumps the barricade and slides into the ring. The entire building bursts into joy surprisingly at the sight of Demon unexpectedly showing up and coming to Scott’s aid.

Mayne: What!?! No! I thought Demon was banned from the building tonight.

Douglas: I guess he found a way around it, and he just couldn’t stand it anymore, watching his new employer be beat down at the hands of Savior.

Demon glares at Christian, daring him to get into the ring only to have Savior drop to the mats and begin backing up them. The crowd responds with repulsion yet again while Savior backs up the ramp slowly with a twisted grin plastered across his features. Demon drops down at Scott’s side and takes him around the neck, holding his bloody face up and gazing upon it in rage.

GUIDANCE

A very mixed response emanates from the Manhattan crowd as the camera switches backstage to bring into site the pacing, plotting frame of the twisted beast that is Psycho. His frame works a groove into the floor as he paces back and forth, immersed in deep introspection. His head is lowered with his fingers lifted to his still scared, singed flesh, deducing what is on line here tonight, as well as what he is in store for at Redemption Roe. After going so long deprived of his championship ambitions he now finds himself with two opportunities to add gold to his waist in the coming weeks, which gives him a lot of food for thought.

ISAAC!

Psycho suddenly ceases pacing as he raises his head to take into view the site of Killjoy, his partner for the impending gauntlet at Redemption Roe. The reaction from the crowd intensifies at the sight of the former World Heavyweight champion who moves in the Sadistic One’s direction with no hesitation or second thought. Even as the beady, intimidating eyes of the Sadistic One lock upon him his demeanor goes unaltered, well aware of what his partner is capable of given their long, brutal, bloody history.

Killjoy: You’ve been a hard person to track down as of late old friend. I’ve been trying to get hold of the man who’s suppose to be my tag team partner on Sunday, yet every time I try to reason with you your mind is off in lala land somewhere, thinking about who knows what? When I can find you to try and reason with your convoluted mind that is.

Psycho: Alright, alright, I get it already. No need to be so damned scornful.

He turns away from his partner quickly and begins to run his hands through his hair, continuing to pace with unease and anxiety. The Master of the Mind Games gives his associate and former rival an introspective glare.

Killjoy: That seems to be the only way to get your attention. Hey God dammit, I’m talking to you….

Killjoy takes hold of Psycho’s shirt and spins him around so that they are face to face. While Psycho would usually be more prone to lashing out when touched, given his angry disposition, he relents from such actions and instead just yanks his shirt from his partner’s clutches.

Killjoy: You need to start doing some serious listening for a change Psycho, you need to open your damn mind and hear what I have to say, or you can kiss all your title aspirations goodbye….

The Sadistic One glances into the eyes of the man who has spilt so much of his blood and finds himself incapable of turning away.

Killjoy: Yeah, I know that’s what you’re thinking about. Your head is so far in the clouds thinking about winning the Cartel Championship that you’ve completely forgotten about the tag team title match at Redemption Roe. And I’ll be damned if you ruin this opportunity for me. Just like Robin told Jon last week, you better not stand in the way of me getting my one on one match against Hurse for the World Heavyweight Championship at Redemption Roe…..

Psycho: Oh here we go again….

Killjoy’s eyes sharpen to a penetrating, callous gaze.

Psycho: Yet another conversation where we talk about what you want, what you have to gain. My happiness be damned. I’m just like Silencer to the extent that everyone else gets what makes them happy while I’m left miserable, and I’m just as fed up with it as he is. All summer long I went deprived of getting revenge on Robin because of you, I was unable to tap into my animalistic rage against her due to your constant meddling. And now, once again you’re trying to ruin what should be the highlight of my career, when I go out and win the Cartel Championship, due to your greed, your need to keep others under your thumb to ensure you get what makes you happy. I put up with AWOL’s manipulation long enough, I don’t need it from you too.

Strangely a smile comes to Killjoy’s face, a grin derived from his sheer surprise over this reaction.

Killjoy: You ungrateful bastard.

Psycho is rather stunned by this response.

Killjoy: I don’t take time out of my busy schedule to lend guidance to just anyone. Everything I’ve told you over the past few months wasn’t said out of some need to gratify myself, it was to help you Psycho, it was to help you realize you’re not the soulless monster you think you are. And although it might be easier to believe that you are, your not. And I’m not here to ruin what could be another crowning achievement in your career, I’m here because I’m worried, because I want to make sure your ready to fulfill your many other obligations, that your as prepared for our Tag title win as you are for your Livewire Championship match. Sure I may be worried about keeping myself content by wining that match at Redemption Roe, but a victory in the tag gauntlet would also shine favorably upon you.

Until it comes down to that all important pinfall, which decides who will go to Paranoia V. Then we’ll see how much you really care about this partnership.

The reaction from the Manhattan Center crowd is drastically altered at the sight of General Manger AWOL, now standing behind Killjoy. Surprisingly for a man of his size he discreetly slid into the room without being spotted whatsoever. Psycho looks up from the floor into the face of the General Manager, the individual who has caused him so much inner turmoil over much of 2007. Killjoy doesn’t even turn to acknowledge his presence.

AWOL: Yes, I think in that moment your true characters will shine through. Perhaps we’ll even get a glimpse, a small reminder of the wars you two have put each other through when it comes down to just one of you obtaining that final pinfall. Why that would just be splendid, wouldn’t it?

His smile extends from one earlobe to the other, bringing out his many pearly whites.

Killjoy: What are you doing here, AWOL? Haven’t the powers that be restricted your backstage access and taken away your coveted parking space yet?

AWOL: Not yet, so I figured I might as well as make good use of the time I have left as General Manager. And what better way to spend that time than by planting the seeds of doubt in the mind of my protégée.

Psycho: I’m not your student anymore AWOL, I never was. You just used me.

The words are spoken bitterly and forced out from between Psycho’s grating teeth. The comment sounds almost amusing to the GM, who’s smirk is unfaltering.

AWOL: Why that hurts my feelings Psycho. But it’s okay, I know you wouldn’t intentionally hurt the man who has given you so much, while guys such as Killjoy have given you so little. But if that’s going to be your attitude, then perhaps it’s best if I give you one last little warning before your big match at Redemption Roe. If you think you can trust Killjoy, if you honestly believe he’ll let you get that deciding pinfall to crown the new Tag Champions, and at he same time allow you to go to Paranoia V to face Hurse for the World tile, then your deluding yourself. Maybe you should remind yourself who Killjoy really is.

Killjoy: And at the same time remind yourself that AWOL’s goal in life is to make yours miserable.

AWOL: Why do I have to do that, your already doing a much better job of it than me, Deakin.

The Master of the Mind Games turns with vindictive eyes set on AWOL’s grinning, almost pompous features. He’s at the point of picking up the war that was started so long ago between the two while Psycho stands behind them, his hands ripping at his hair.

Psycho: ENOUGH!

They finally look up into the disgruntled features of the Sadistic One.

Psycho: I’m sick of you BOTH trying to lecture me! I’ve had enough of it, I don’t need help from either of you! Now get out of my way, I’ve got a title to win tonight.

The enraged Psycho pushes his way in between both Killjoy and AWOL, both men stepping back to clear a path for him. He shoves the door open and marches out into the hallway, leaving only AWOL and Killjoy standing before one another, in an awkward silence.

Killjoy: You must be real proud of yourself?

AWOL: Naturally. But don’t kid yourself, you know deep down inside, that you’d never let Psycho go to Paranoia V. You know that when a World title shot is on the line that this partnership with Psycho will be revealed for exactly what it is, a sham.

The GM moseys on past Killjoy, leaving him there in deep introspection.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Random mid-match aerobics are always key to a healthy body. This has been a public service announcement

NATHAN CREED VS. SABRE

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 strobing 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 focussed, waiting for the technical display, that is a Nathan Creed match, to begin.

Douglas: Nathan Creed rejuvenated like never before over the past few months, and has certainly begun to pile a lot of wins onto his win/loss record.

Mayne: He’ll slowly slip back into the same depressing waist of potential we all know him to be, you can bank on that. It’s almost as clear as the fact that Killjoy and Psycho will show their true colors at Redemption Roe. Hell, Nathan even showed his true colors tonight as well, when he didn’t lift a finger to help Scott Gray-Harris.

Dan: I already stated earlier tonight that Orlando and Nathan were late showing up to the building. Orlando is apparently having some issues with his flight, and Nathan Creed was handling some business matters concerning tracking down our ever allusive owner.

Mayne: Why? We already know who the owner is, just watch the footage tonight if you don’t believe me.

Dan: I think there are many of us who are still highly speculative about the identity of our owner.

Billy: Oh go watch an Oliver Stone movie you damn conspiracy nuts.

Nathan is marching back and forth in anxious anticipation for his match, looking positively infuriated over the news he received about Scott Gray-Harris upon arriving tonight. A chord is strummed and grows louder. Soon a driving drumbeat can be heard over the sound system in the arena. As “I Don’t Wanna Stop” by Ozzy Osbourne plays for the fans, Sabre emerges from backstage, always with a stoic yet smug look on his face. He makes his way at a regular pace down to the ring and rolls in. Standing up in the center of the ring, he acknowledges the fans once.

Billy: I really hope this guy isn’t just another flash in the pan who Nathan will beat in like twenty seconds. Well, actually, the quicker this match is over the better, so yeah, I do hope he’s a flash in the pan. Although I never really understood what the meaning to that phrase is.

Douglas: Don’t strain yourself trying to understand it. Not much is known about this young man Sabre, but he certainly looks impressive if that helps in the slightest.

Mayne: It doesn’t, now hit yourself in the face with a hammer for your sheer ignorance.

Sabre overlooks the fans before turning to face Creed who almost knocks his head off with a running double forearm smash. The collision sends Sabre tumbling to the canvas spine first, covering his possibly broken face with his hands while the crowd groans and the bell rings in the background to officially start this contest. A very aggressive Creed steps forward and begins to stomp the sternum of Sabre over and over again, attempting to do as much damage as humanly possible.

Douglas: Nathan starting this match with a great deal of aggression, he is enraged over what happened at the start of tonight’s telecast.

Mayne: Jeez, one of his friends should be attacked every week if it gets him this fired up.

Nathan drops down to the newcomer’s side and begins to blast him repeatedly to the face with closed fists. He now stands up and drops his leg right across his throat. Nathan quickly rises to his feet and takes Sabre by the hair, dragging him up to a standing base then leveling him with a knife edge chop that sends him crashing right back down to the canvas. Sabre rolls over to his knees and stands when Nathan steps in and delivers a primal headbunt right to the skull, again sending his opponent crashing to the canvas where Creed lays into him with stomp after stomp to the chest.

Nathan reaches down and grabs hold of Sabre’s hair, forcing him up to his feet then delivering a stiff chop to his sternum, followed by another strike, then another. The chops are enough to cut down a red wood tree yet Sabre is still standing, albeit back peddling towards the corner which he eventually tumbles spine first against. His arms tumble over the cables as Nathan gabs him by the back of the head, dragging him out of the corner long enough to deliver a hard forearm shiver right into the side of his skull. Sabre uses the corner to remain upright while Creed backs up and now comes rushing forward, bending down for a shoulder to his ribs. The IWC newcomer twists his body and delivers a knee lift right to his face. Nathan stands and staggers in reverse as Sabre steps out of the corner, going into a spinning back heel fist right to Creed’s skull. The crowd groans over the stiff strike which sends Nathan tumbling to the canvas.

Douglas: What an impressive spinning back fist from Sabre!

Maybe: That was almost MMA like, and MMA is popular or something, so maybe we just got a miniscule ratings bump. Which is something Nathan could never provide.

Sabre steps out of the corner and lifts his elbow, dropping it directly into the Future’s sternum. He then rolls away from him and rushes into the cables, bouncing off of them and then rushing back in with a lift of his elbow. Again it is dropped directly into the chest of his opposition, who begins to convulse on the canvas as a result. Sabre rolls away from him and swipes his hand down his sternum, which has been blistered from the devastating chops he received. This incites his rage like never before, prompting him to begin stomping away at Nathan over and over again, driving his boot repeatedly into the face and sternum of his opposition. He now takes Creed around the back of the head and rolls him to his knees before throwing his forearm into the side of his face. He spins around and connects with a discus forearm right to the jaw of the Future, sending him plummeting to the canvas spine first. A groan can be heard from the crowd as a result of the stiff strike while Sabre grabs hold of Nathan’s hair and sits him up on the canvas then takes a step back. He gets a running start by charging forward and delivering a stiff kick directly to his opponent’s sternum, knocking Nathan down to the canvas with a loud striking sound echoing throughout the arena.

Douglas: Sabre now appears to be in total control of this contest, using some MMA inspired offense to wear his opponent down completely.

Mayne: Nathan is getting his ass kicked by the new kid on the block. God how I miss the era when it was cool to scream ever so femininely at teeny bopper singers.

Dan: I can assure you there was never an era when that was considered cool, Billy.

After taking all of these stiff strikes to the body, Nathan now finds himself sprawled out across the canvas, aching horribly yet still resolved to put up a fight. Sabre tries to take the fight out of him by sitting down on top of his sternum and beginning to deliver repeated forearm strikes to both sides of his cranium. Each shot sends Creed’s head twisting from side to side and causes the crowd to respond with a mixed ovation. Finally Nathan reaches up and grabs hold of one of Sabre’s arms before it can connect with his jaw, pushing himself up onto the back of his head and shoulders and dragging down on his opposition’s arm. As a result Sabre is sent rolling forward across the canvas onto his feet, turning to face Nathan who stands up just in time for his angered opposition to step in going for a big, deadly kick to the mid-section. Nathan however counters by catching the leg, holding him around the knee then sweeping his other leg out from under him, sending him crashing to the canvas spine first. The crowd starts to cheer as Sabre attempts to fight off Nathan who is going for the Courtesy Call. Just before it can get locked in he places his feet to Creed’s sternum, shoving him backwards forcefully into the cables, which he bounces off of spine first and comes rushing back in. As soon as he reaches his opponent Sabre places his hands to Nathan’s mid-section and lifts him into the air with a showing of strength only to have Creed slip off of his palms and land on his feet behind him. Creed locks in a reverse waist lock and drops back into a huge German suplex that sends the crowd into a wave of cheers.

Mayne: Not the German suplexs again!

Douglas: Nathan breaking down Sabre’s body with these devastating moves which do a great deal of damage to the neck and shoulders of your opponent.

Billy: Again, stop acting like you have experience in the ring or something. It’s getting downright nauseating.

Dan: Just like your witless dialogue.

Nathan spins his hips and rolls to his knees, pulling Sabre up with him as both men again reach their feet. Nathan is about to drop back into another German when Sabre wraps his leg around his opponent’s, blocking the move successfully then going for a back elbow to the features of his opponent. Creed ducks it and catches Sabre ribs first against his shoulder, dropping back into the northern lights pinning suplex.

Sabre kicks out just barely, he gets his shoulder from the canvas in the nick of time while the fans watch on in disbelief.

Dan: This young Sabre is showing us a little something here, he’s proving he has some resilience.

Mayne: Resiliency is just a nice way of saying he prolongs the inevitable. And no, I’m not complimenting Creed or I’d be showering right now to get the filth off of me.

Douglas: Indeed, that’s preposterous, we all know you don’t bathe.

Creed remains seated on the canvas, mumbling some obscenities under his breath then rising to his feet and taking hold of the bangs of his opponent. As they rise to an upright base Sabre is able to counter by throwing a knee upward into Nathan’s ribs, doubling him over forward. He then steps to his side and delivers a scintillating roundhouse kick right to the side of Creed’s jaw, the impact causing him to spin away from his opponent who steps forward and takes him around the waist. Sabre drops back, flipping Creed over sideways and in reverse so that he lands right on the back of his head and neck. The modified back drop causes him to sit up with a very dazed over glint in his eyes, perhaps completely rendered unconscious by that move. He tumbles onto his spine as Sabre crawls quickly into the cover, falling on top of him and burying his forearm into Nathan’s already battered skull.

Nathan kicks out, which absolutely stuns Sabre, enough to make him rise to his knees thrusting three fingers into the air in protest. He now turns his body so that his legs are straddling Creed’s ribs, pushing down on his palms in another pinning predicament, hoping it will be enough to keep his shoulders to the canvas this time.

Again Creed is able to power one of his shoulders up off of the canvas while Sabre keeps their hands interlocked, now rising to his feet and stooping over his opposition. Just then Creed lifts his legs into the air, placing them to Sabre’s ribs and shoving him up into the air so that he flips over, crashing down spine first on the canvas. His body forms a perfect straight line with Nathan’s, as their hands are still interlocked, Creed rolling over sideways and pulling his opponent along with him. As soon as both men reach their feet Sabre lifts one of his legs into the air and drives his knee into one of Creed’s wrists, breaking his hand free from the test of strength position. With one set of their hands still interlocked Sabre pulls Creed forward into a short arm clothesline. However, to loud fanfare Nathan ducks it, swinging around behind his opponent and grabbing his hair, bending his head over in reverse then signaling for the Solitude to a huge eruption. Before he can connect though Sabre spins around and places his hands directly to Creed’s ribs, shoving him backwards into the cables. Nathan charges into them spine first, bouncing off and coming back in at Sabre who catches with a knee to the ribs only to have his opponent jump over his leg. He catches him by the back of the trunks and pulls him down into a school boy before quickly standing up and taking hold of his legs. The fans are screaming yet again as Creed now sets up to establish the Courtesy Call, erm, I mean, the Against All Odds. He is seemingly about to get it established when Sabre twists his body, pulling Nathan down into a small package with the crowd screaming.

Nathan is able to power his shoulders from the canvas with just a few sparse seconds remaining, kicking out defiantly before he can be pinned to the canvas. Sabre twists his body though, landing on his knees over top of his laid out opponent’s head and placing him in a modified front chancery. He works his way to his feet with Creed bent over backwards in position for a reverse DDT until Sabre twists his body, bringing him down violently into the canvas face first with the spinning diamond cutter type, aka the Roll of the Dice. Creed’s skull crashes with heinous force against both the canvas and Sabre’s shoulder before he crawls into the cover with great quickness.

Again Creed kicks out to much fanfare, everyone in the building solidly behind the Future. Sabre sits up on the ring, breathing hostility with his features twisted in anger.

Mayne: Sabre really impressing me here with his knowledge of counters and maneuvers. Of course people who beat up on Nathan often impress me.

Dan: You’d be astonished by a shinny penny on the floor Billy. But I agree, Sabre has been very impressive here in his first IWC matchup, especially considering he’s facing a true in ring veteran.

The deep breathing in Sabre continues before he rises to his feet and takes hold of Nathan’s hair, pulling him up to his feet slowly. He allows him to remain bent forward before throwing a knee into the side of his face, then throwing his other knee into his opponent’s cranium. With Creed bent forward Sabre spins around into another attempted roundhouse kick to the side of the Future’s face. Somehow Nathan is able to step back out of the way, causing Sabre’s spine to be turned in his direction. He tries to seize the advantage, stepping forward and clamping his arms around his opponent’s waist as he sets up for the German suplex. Nathan tries to heave him into the air and deliver the move only to have Sabre wrap his leg around his opposition’s, preventing being hit with the move. He now performs a standing switch, stepping behind Creed who turns with quickness to catch Sabre by the wrist, preventing him from locking on his own reverse waistlock. He now whips Sabre towards the turnbuckle only to have his well trained adversary reverse it, instead sending Nathan into the corner. As Creed charges at it, Sabre follows him in only to have Nathan reach out, taking hold of the top rope while kicking his lower body up into the air. Sabre charges under him right into the turnbuckle as Nathan floats over, landing on his feet behind his back then wrapping his arms around his waist, setting up for the German suplex yet again. Suddenly Sabre back elbows him violently right to the face, causing him to stagger backwards and swipe at his possibly cracked jaw. Sabre spins around when Nathan bends forward and comes barreling in for a shoulder block to his ribs. Without warning Sabre nails him with a knee to the face just like he did earlier when Creed went for this very same move. It meets with the same results, rendering Creed weary and dazed, sending him staggering in reverse trying to flail his arms in order to keep his frame upright. Sabre now steps out of the corner and swings around with another spinning back fist much like he hit earlier but Creed drops into a baseball slide under it. He quickly stands and takes his opponent around the back of the neck, giving him no time to reply before connecting with the newly dubbed Solitude, Eye of the Hurricane. connecting with the newly re-dubbed Solitude (Eye of the Hurricane).

Douglas: NATHAN HAS HIT THE SOLITUDE!

Mayne: I thought it was called the Total Domin…oh who gives a shit anymore?

The fans are cheering loudly as Nathan crawls into the cover and hooks both of Sabre’s legs for the pinfall.

The ovation from the sold out crowd only becomes more deafening as Nathan continues his winning ways with yet another victory here tonight. He now turns onto his elbows and knees with sweat rolling down his frame and his arms lifted high in triumph, momentarily putting aside his anger over what transpired earlier tonight in order to bask in the glory of this moment.

Douglas: Nathan’s dominance continuing here in the IWC. What a roll this man has been on since the start of 2008. He’s still undefeated this year.

Mayne: His momentum will end soon enough, mark my words, it will come to a crashing halt at Redemption Roe, because no one is going to take the Tag Titles away from the Alpha Generation, especially not Creed and his partner who has still yet to arrive here.

Dan: Well Orlando should be arriving here shortly, we were told he had flight issues, but we’re unclear on what’s still taking him so long to get to the building tonight. Hopefully when he gets here he and Creed can celebrate….NO!

The positive reaction from the crowd changes when Desolation rushes up behind the now standing Creed and drills him to the back of the head with a forearm strike. Nathan is sent crashing to the canvas with the fans reacting with outright repulsion over what they are seeing. Pat Evans, Aurora Rose, and Hurse are all sliding into the ring at this point.

Mayne: THEY’RE HEEEREEE.

Douglas: Evans, Aurora, and the Alpha Generation again attacking one of Orlando Cruze’s allies, and at the same time one of their opponents at Redemption Roe. This is getting ridiculous!

Billy: I’m loving this. How can this show get any better, with the exception of ass biting leprechauns?

Creed is sent crashing to the canvas while Desolation steps up behind him before he can recover, tying his legs around his own then lifting him up and placing his boot between his shoulder blades. Nathan is pushed down face first into the canvas with the Curb Stomp. The crowd feels disgraced by this sight as Nathan’s face bashes with vile force against he canvas, his body beginning to convulse as he rolls onto his back. Aurora Rose has slipped through the ropes and is now climbing up the turnbuckle, getting to the top rope. She scowls down at Creed who Evans has rolled onto his back leaving him in perfect position. Rose takes flight with a 450 splash coming down right on top of Creed’s mid-section. Gasps emanate from the fans as all the air is knocked from Nathan’s lungs and he curls into a ball. Sabre watches all of this while backing up the ramp, pointing and shouting at them to do further damage and gripping at the back of his head in the process. Hurse and Evans now take hold of Creed’s wrists, dragging him towards the ropes and sitting him up as they tangle the cables around his arms. This leaves Nathan completely defenseless while Desolation slaps him in the face repeatedly and almost playfully, getting a very twisted delight out of Creed’s torment.

Douglas: Come on, where is security during all of this? Why isn’t someone coming out here to help Creed?

Mayne: Do you honestly think that either Sallie or Krissie or AWOL is going to send help out for Nathan? There’s a better chance that Paula Abdul, Randy Jackson, and Simon Cowell will come out and help Creed. Dammit, how did those names get stuck in my head, BLAST YOU AMERICAN IDOL!

Evans slips his hand into his pocket and removes a chain, the very same one he intended to utilize on Orlando Cruze last week, instead he opts to inflict damage on his tag team partner with its assistance.. He slips through the cables and wraps the chain around Nathan’s neck, leaning back and choking him, causing Creed’s face to immediately transform to a shade of purple.

Douglas: Oh no, not that chain. Evans is choking Creed with it, he’s strangling him, this is going too far!

Mayne: Nathan is getting his comeuppance if you ask me.

Dan: Thank God I didn’t! Somebody stop this, somebody stop this right now!

Nathan cannot breath at all, being absolutely strangled almost to the point of death by the diabolical Evans. All the while Hurse is stomping at Creed’s ribs over and over again to inflict as much damage as humanly possible and Desolation is extracting something from the confines of his pocket. To disgust a staple gun is lifted into the air.

Douglas: Oh no, oh God no! Not this, anything but this!

Mayne: Oh how I’ve missed Desolation’s staple gun. Do you remember what he did to Jon Rich with this on so many occasions?

Dan: Where is Jon, shouldn’t he try to come out here and STOP THIS!

Billy: Why should he give a shit what happens to Creed, it just gives his team more of an advantage going into Redemption Roe if Nathan is injured.

Desolation bends forward and mouths some words to Nathan who is gagging for air, trying to pull the chain away from his throat yet is unable to do so. The Dark Man leans in close so he can be heard while Aurora and Hurse bend forward on opposite sides of their battered opponent, grinning disgustingly over what is being said.

Desolation: Your partner should learn to be more trusting Creed, because now that your taken out, it pretty much guarantees that none of his little friends are going to come along and ruin the tag team match tonight.

Desolation lifts the staple gun and shoots it right into Nathan’s forehead. The crowd responds with outrage as the chain is taken away from Creed’s throat, allowing him to roll across the canvas ripping at his forehead. He tries to remove the staple but can’t do so while also gasping for air and feeling all of the pain that has been inflicted on his body.

Douglas: I can’t believe this, everyone who could have helped Orlando tonight, all of his allies have been taken out by this combined effort of the Alpha Generation and Rose and Evans. What does this alliance mean for everyone involved in the gauntlet at Redemption Roe?

Mayne: It means bad, bad things, especially for Orlando tonight. If he gets here that is, hahahaha.

Dan: There isn’t one thing funny about this at all Billy. Not one damn thing.

Mayne: You just have no sense of humor.

Nathan lies on the canvas now, coughing and bleeding from the forehead, who knows what damage done internally, especially to his throat by the man standing on the turnbuckle celebrating. Evans stands on the outside of the turnbuckle post, grinning maliciously in the direction of the sold out crowd. Hurse stands on the second cable and waves to the fans who heckle him so while Desolation raises the staple gun high into the air, surprisingly not going as far with its use as he would have on previous occasions.

Dan: What a travesty, what an outright debacle we’ve witnessed tonight. These actions are reprehensible.

Mayne: Yet hysterical. I’ll tell you what’s not funny though, what happened at Johnny Kingdom’s home when I was there hoping to get an interview. I think it’s time we play part one of the footage emanating from Johnny’s household.

Dan: Oh great, this is the last thing we needed to see.

DEFAMATION

A door, a rather lavish one at that, comes into the forefront of the camera’s view. The lens is aimed at it, capturing every nook, every inch of the ivory frame and the brick walls which surround it. The words “previously recorded” are written in the bottom right hand corner and emphasized so as to make sure this isn’t occurring live, as if the individuals watching at home were to dense to figure this out on their own. The lens slowly pulls back though, the cinematography done much better than last week when footage was shot at this very same location. Finally the camera adjusts to take in the smiling, eager face of Billy Mayne, who is all bundled up as if the weather in this upscale portion of LA can really be that frigid.

Billy: Well I’m here on the doorstep of our new owner yet again, hoping to get the interview I was deprived of last week due to my cameraman’s weak stomach.

Mayne now tilts his head and glares into the camera lens, looking past it into the face of the individual operating the device.

Mayne: Do you think you can keep from depositing anything on Mr. Kingdom’s lawn this time?

The camera moves up and own, as if the man operating it is nodding an affirmative yes.

Mayne: Good, because unlike last time I intend to get all the answers the fans watching at home have been dying to receive, plus I’m going to get in some grade A, Mayne style ass kissing to ensure myself a high standing for the aftermath of this corporate takeover. Your not going to ruin it, understand!?!

The camera again nods much to Billy’s delight. He now motions with a sideways thrust of his head in the direction of the house.

Mayne: Now grab that fruit basket I bout for Kingdom and move your ass!

The cameraman bends down and turns the lens to face the sad assortment of fruits collected in the basket, picking it up and scurrying towards the door while following an excited Billy. His head is turned in the direction of the camera while moving up the steps to Johnny’s doorway.

Billy: This is it ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment you’ve all been waiting for. Me, the Pulitzer price inspiring journalist that I am, is going to get the answers straight from the mouth of our new owner. Prepare to be stunned.

Billy turns as his nose collides with the door, his head bunting against it and creating a knock. He almost falls over backwards yet gathers himself and shakes off the effects while the door opens slowly, the residents having heard the thud. Surprisingly standing in the doorway is a little boy, with several Kingdom physical characteristics, ie the large nose and the short hair. He looks baffled at the camera, with a tilted head, Billy trying to remember how to carry on conversations with children and also gathering himself after the impact with the door.

Mayne: Well hello there little fella….

He covers the side of his mouth with his palm and looks towards the camera.

Billy: Quick, what are Mr. Kingdom’s children’s names?

The camera shrugs and Billy balls up his fist in outrage, yet refrains from striking the individual behind the lens.

Mayne: Um, uh, hi there, ummm, Tommy?

The little boy shakes his head, causing the Riot! broadcaster to grimace yet remain undeterred.

Billy: Zack?

The child shakes his head again.

Mayne: Bud?

No.

Billy: Bobby?

Another head shake.

Mayne: Moe? Stewie? Chris? Bart? Booger? Boner? Carol? Greg? Eddie? Urkel? 3J? Moesha?

All he receives from the child is more head shaking which finally causes Billy to give up trying to ingratiate himself to the little lad.

Billy: Um, little guy, is your father home?

The child nods.

Mayne: Great, can we talk to him then?

For a moment Johnny’s son contemplates his response, lifting a finger to his lips.

Um, I don’t think he’s out of the bathroom yet…

The door flies open the rest of the way and an outraged Johnny Kingdom comes into view, his eyes dashing back and forth between the camera and the smiling Billy.

Kingdom: What the fuck is going on here? I was just taking a shi…. I mean taking a nap, and I can’t even do that in peace.

His eyes divert for a moment to the folded up newspaper under his armpit, discreetly throwing it in reverse back into the house then moving onto the doorstep in anger. He lightly assists his son back into the living room and slams the door shut behind him.

Kingdom: I told you all last week that I’m not the owner, that I’d rather watch 48 hours of Orlando Cruze promos then be the boss of your second rate company. I’m retired, that’s it, that’s the end of it. What more do I have to say to convince you I’m not the boss?

It finally seems to resonate in Billy’s head, which he nods sadly.

Billy: I understand…..

Mayne begins to turn away with his head still lowered and tears almost flowing down his face, Kingdom obtaining a false sense of security as a result. Suddenly Mayne turns and thrusts himself at Kingdom.

Mayne: BOSS!

Before Johnny can due anything to prevent it, Mayne’s arms wrap around him tightly in a snuggle.

Billy: Please don’t fire me! Love me, hug me, squeeze me!

Kingdom tries to wedge himself free from Billy’s grasp and finally does so. He shoves him so hard that as a result Mayne tumbles off the doorstep and crashes backwards into the bushes off to the side of Johnny’s stoop. The angered Team Leader turns and scowls in the direction of the camera.

Kingdom: Listen, this is the last time I’m going to say this. I am not your boss, I don’t want to be, I just want to live out the rest of my days peacefully with my family. The last thing I want to do is jump back into the highly stagnant wrestling scene. I’m not using reverse psychology, I’m not setting up for some big swerve, I’m simply stating the truth. I’m not the boss, and whoever keeps insinuating I am will be slapped with a character defamation lawsuit, you can be assured of that. Now LEAVE!

Johnny extends his finger outward, demanding they walk away as the camera slowly back peddles a little and Mayne tries to get free from the bushes he crashed into. Obviously this has worked Kingdom’s last nerve as he turns and begins to re-enter his house, turning the doorknob and quickly figuring out that it’s locked from the inside. His shoulders immediately slouch and with an embarrassed expression he glances towards the camera.

Kingdom: Son, open the door for daddy.

A giggle emanates from inside of the home as Johnny thrusts his forehead against the door in despair. He slowly turns his eyes to look down at Mayne with a scowl.

Johnny: Thanks, I really needed this.

TO BE CONTINUED

COMMERCIAL BREAK

When you prick him does a Camera-Man not bleed also? This has been a public service announcement

HEY…GOOD LUCK OUT THERE

We return from commercial inside the commons locker room. JT Knight is buckling his belt on his wrestling pants as the Cartel Champion, Axl Evermore, dressed in workout attire, enters with a half-grin on his face and the Cartel Title draped over his shoulder. Knight's focus quickly switches to Evermore as his eyes narrow in anger.

JTK: You have NO business coming in here with that ridiculous grin on your face, especially after that stunt you pulled last week.

AE: That "stunt" saved your leg and probably your face, if not your career.

JTK: ...Man, what is your deal, anyway? First you make this big deal of getting me the papers for this place, then you make an even BIGGER deal about getting me this match against this Desolation guy, and then you THROW IN THE TOWEL??

AE: You should be GLAD I did! You wanted to be put out of professional wrestling in your second match back? I did the prudent thing and saved you from getting crippled!

Knight's face builds to a slow-burn as he realizes something very important.

JTK: Wait a minute...you didn't expect me to win that match at ALL, did you? That's why you came out with the towel around your neck??

AE: Well, I had HOPED that you'd win...but honestly, yeah. I didn't really expect you to win. You're a big bad dude, but in this place, you're pretty much generic, and Desolation--while he's no midget himself--really HATES big bad generic dudes and he really LOVES taking them down to size. But you did what you needed to do...or more specifically, what I needed you to do.

Knight crosses his arms and looks at him skeptically.

JTK: And that was...?

AE: Take him off his game, naturally! I had to make sure that his mental game wouldn't be 100%, because if he's not completely focused, that's when it becomes possible to get an actual win off of him.

JTK: So you just used me.

AE: Well...yeah, I did. Just consider that revenge for you bastards blowing up my bus.

JTK: Which you gotta admit WAS pretty funny...

AE: Not to my mechanic, Johnny. But think of it this way...the higher-ups were impressed out there by you last week, and you got this match against Robin Brooks all on your own!

JTK: But she's like, half my size! And a woman!

AE: "Half your size" means she'll just outrun you and try to chop YOU down to size before going for the win with her aerial prowess. "A woman" means that she'll automatically get to make the "he underestimated me" statement if she beats you. Don't forget that she HAS been involved with champions past, and was just the X-Class Champion until last week. She knows what it takes to take guys like you out, and she'll use everything she knows to do it. And she'll probably be looking to take advantage of that leg damage Desolation inflicted last week, so you watch your legs. If you take HER legs out from under her, she can't finish you off.

He pats Knight on the shoulder as he goes to his locker, marked "A.Evermore". Knight turns as a smirk forms on his face.

JTK: Are you...giving me POINTERS? Are you ACTUALLY wishing me luck out there?

Evermore stops in his tracks, then turns around to Knight, a smirk on HIS face.

AE: Yeah, I guess I am. Good luck out there, Johnny. You might just need it.

He chuckles as he turns back to the locker and gets out his wrestling gear and takes his Fully Loaded team jacket off the hanger. An unexpected pat on HIS shoulder makes him stop in his tracks yet again. He turns his head around to see Knight leaving the locker room.

JTK: You give that Psycho guy hell out there, man. After all, I took your UWF International Title, and if there's ANYONE who should be taking THAT belt off your shoulder, it should be ME. Heh heh.

He leaves the locker room, closing the door behind him, as his chuckling echoes eerily through the room and the halls. Evermore's eyebrow raises skeptically as he mutters to himself.

AE: ...Only if your index finger's made of steel, Johnny. That's the only way YOU'RE taking my title...

He continues getting his gear out to change into as we into JT Knight’s impending battle with Robin Brooks.

ROBIN BROOKS VS. JT KNIGHT

Tell me exactly
what am I supposed to do?
Now that I have
allowed you to beat me!
Do you think that
we could play another game?
Maybe I can win this time?
I kind of like
the misery you put me through.
Darling, you can trust me
completely.
If you even try
to look the other way,
I think that I could kill this time.

Rah! Rah!
Rah! Rah!

It doesn't really seem
I'm getting through to you.
Though I see you weeping so sweetly.
I think that you might
have to take another taste,
a little bit of hell this time.

Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!
Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!

Is she not right?
Is she insane?
Will she now run for her life
in the battle that ends this day?
Is she not right?!
Is she insane?!
Will she now run for her life
now that she LIED TO ME!

You always wanted
people to remember you.
You leave your little mark on
society!
Don't you know your wish
is coming true today?
Another victim dies tonight.

Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!
Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!

Is she not right?
Is she insane?
Will she now run for her life
in the battle that ends this day?
Is she not right?!
Is she insane?!
Will she now run for her life
now that she LIED TO ME!

Ramidi ma ma ba di ma!
Ramidi ma ma din do!
Ramidi ma ma ba di ma!
Ramidi ma ma ba di mo!
[all x3]

Is she really telling lies again?
Doesn't she realize she's in danger?

Eeeeeeeyow!

Is she not right?
Is she insane?
Will she now run for her life
in the battle that ends this day?
Is she not right?!
Is she insane?!
Will she now run for her life
now that she LIED TO ME!

The little bitch,
she went and she told A LIE!
Now she will never tell another.
A LIE!
The little bitch,
she went and she told A LIE!
NEVER FUCKING LIE TO ME!

The curtains start to move and out runs the energetic Robin Brooks. She is once again, noticeable without her sidekick Hurse, after recently betraying him at Extinction with her former lover Killjoy. The cheering raises the rafters in support of her long over due actions of getting rid of the baggage she was carrying around for over a year and a half. Robin 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 ramp. 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 one handed cartwheels every once in a while. Upon reaching the ring, she pulls her self up using the ropes, once 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.

Douglas: Robin Brooks stepping back into the ring tonight and she is looking for vindication after last week.

Mayne: Are you referring to the single greatest moment ever in Riot! history when Robin finally lost her X-Class Championship? I think I heard tens of thousands of people screaming with as much joy as I did when Savior won the gold.

Douglas: Please, I heard maybe two Savior supporters, who just ventured forth from a dark hole in the ground and miraculously stumbled into the Manhattan Center. Tonight though, Robin has the chance to get momentum back onto her side when she collides one on one with JT Knight.

Mayne: Knight had best do something other than suck tonight.

Inside of the ring the Black Widow strolls back and forth, pacing in anticipation of the impending physical onslaught, determined to stroll out of the building the victor tonight. “Skull Heaven” by Viking Skull plays over the PA system and drawls the crowd aware of the impending superstar into a loud ovation. Through the curtains, amongst dancing lights which move in conjunction with his music arrives JT Knight, his features looking filled with tension and aggression while he glares towards the ring. A bandage is present just over his right eye after taking so many shots to the cranium with the title at the hands of Desolation. He stops on the stage and lifts his fist into the air before moving down the ramp, his eyes clouded with hostility. He finally steps up onto the apron and glares over the ropes straight into the determined Black Widow’s features, lifting his leg over the ropes and straddling them until he finally enters the squared circle. After last week’s actions JT appears just as determined as Robin to leave the ring with a victory.

Billy: JT Knight looks like he was just involved in the fight scene from They Live. That’s what you get for walking into a match with Desolation.

Douglas: Oh come on, Knight has one little Band-Aid over his eye.

And from what we hear numerous injuries sustained to the face.

The bell starts to chime in the background as Knight steps forward and thrusts his knuckle out into the Black Widow’s direction. Brooks stops and glares down into the knuckles, contemplating her response before doing the proper thing and bumping fists with him. The crowd claps at this mutual display of respect, Knight quickly stepping back while nodding his head then going for a quick sucker punch directly to Robin’s face. The Black Widow is able to duck, stepping behind Knight who spins around as fast as possible, throwing a boot at her skull this time. Robin ducks into a forward roll under it then gets right to her knees, turning and glaring at JT who staggers forward after missing the boot. He reaches for his knee which is possibly strained after the assault it withstood at the hands of the Dark Man last week. Although he’s in minor pain he tries to hide it by grinning and nodding his head. The Black Widow merely rolls her eyes while JT steps towards her. This time Robin extends her hand outward, looking for a shake as Knight sighs and outthrusts his palm. That’s precisely when Brooks jumps into the air for a spinning heel kick, having lulled her opponent into a false sense of security. Knight reaches out and catches the Black Widow right across his sternum, using his incredible size to his advantage. He then pushes her up onto his shoulder before running across the ring for the running powerslam. Robin is able to slip off of his shoulder just in the nick of time, placing her hands to Knight’s spine and shoving him forward into the turnbuckle. Knight twists and crashes spine first into the turnbuckle, his arms tumbling over the cables before Brooks rushes forward. She jumps into the air and connects with a front dropkick directly to her large opponent’s sternum then moonsaults over backwards, landing graceful on her feet.

The crowd cheers on this display of agility while Brooks begins to stand upright, that’s when Knight comes barreling out of the corner looking for another lariat. She ducks it, charging into the ropes and jumping onto the middle one, she springs off and twists in mid-air as Knight turns to face her, being planted with a springboard dropkick. The blow knocks Knight from the ring while Robin lands beside him then stands on her head and nips off of it onto her feet. As soon as she steps forward with her fists raised into the air the crowd goes into a loud ovation, supporting her very athletic moves.

Dan: This crowd thrilled by Robin’s sheer agility, taking down her much larger opponent with a series of well placed dropkicks.

Mayne: Did you say Thriller? Oh boy, I’ve been waiting for an opportune time to bust out my Michael Jackson studded glove, as well as red leather jacket. Do you think I can lead the arena in the thriller dance?

Dan: Please, no, Billy, that’s a sight I these eyes do not need to see. The only thing you have in common with Michael Jackson is that your both white, and I pray that’s where the comparison’s end.

Brooks spins back to face Knight who is still rising to his knees, as soon as he stands up Brooks tries to press the advantage. The Black Widow charges forward only to be caught by the sternum and the stomach, being thrown up incredible high into the air with a military press. JTK releases her and steps back, allowing Brooks to come crashing down from a tremendous height face first into the canvas.

Mayne: OH-HAHAHAHA! That was beautiful! Robin just got free, and might I add, desperately, needed facial reconstruction surgery. Just like you Dan, we all know that’s not your real ass!

Flattened and incapable of getting up is the position Brooks now finds herself trapped in, reeling from that plummet. Knight charges forward, lunging into the air with an extension of his leg then coming down with it right across the back of the Black Widow’s skull. A huge reaction emanates from the crowd as the behemoth rolls away from her, having inflicted substantial damage thus far. He then crawls in and shoves Brooks onto her back, throwing all of his weight into the cover.

Robin surprisingly kicks out, getting both of her shoulders off the canvas in time. This somewhat unnerves Knight, as he rises to his feet and then grabs at his head with both of his palms, as if feeling tremendous pressure to his brain after taking all those Curb Stomps. He now rushes backwards into the cables, bouncing off of them and then charging forward and jumping into the air. He extends his arms and legs out to his sides, coming down with a huge big splash right on top of her. His forearm is buried into the side of Brooks’ face, holding her down for the three count.

The former X-Class Champion kicks out, escaping the pinfall in the nick of time, forcing an enraged JTK to fume. He grabs her hair, sitting her up on the canvas then rolling her to her knees. To a decent reaction JT forces Brooks’ head under his seat, then throws an arm into the air with his fist clinched, setting up for a jackknife powerbomb, the same move he used on Desolation and Hurse last week. He reaches down wrapping his arms around Robin’s waist, hoisting her into the air and onto his shoulders, setting up for a huge powerbomb. Before he can connect she drops back and twists her body, hitting a modified head scissors take down. Knight crashes right across the back of his head, immediately sitting up and grabbing his cranium due to all the damage inflicted on it last week. An intense Black Widow rises to her feet and spins to face the seated Knight’s spine, rushing up behind him and then jumping over him. She lands with grace right in front of him then jumps into the air, flipping forward and delivering a reverse dropsault to his face in the process. After the stiff strike she rolls forward onto her feet, grabbing the top rope then pulling herself over them while twisting her body. She lands feet first on the apron then jumps onto the top cable, springing off as she goes for a double stomp to her laid out opponent.

JTK rolls out of the way before her boots can connect against his ribs, causing her to land feet first on the canvas. A still groggy Knight has rolled onto his chest and stomach as a stunned Black Widow rushes into the ropes at his side. She lunges to the middle rope then springs over backwards into a moonsault across Knight’s spine. Although he was able to avoid one devastating blow, he couldn’t escape the second attempt.

Mayne: AARRRGGHH! Stop jumping all around the ring Robin, it’s getting annoying, and making me strain my eyes to follow you. If I have to wear glasses two years from now I’m suing.

Dan: You wear glasses now.

Billy: And Robin is the culprit!

After having the light frame of his opponent connect with his kidneys Knight rolls instinctively onto his back. His palm is pressed to his lower spine while his quick, and even more vicious opponent tonight stays on the attack. Brooks stands up then rushes forward, jumping over Knight and continuing into he cables. She springs onto the second one and flips over backwards for another moonsault only to have Knight roll out of the way in the nick of time. She lands right on her feet though, as Knight stands up in front of the cables, his lower back enflamed with pain. She charges forward and takes the rising Knight around the neck, stepping up the cables and looking for a big tornado DDT. However, JT places his hands to her ribs and shoves her off, sending her flying across the ring and landing on her feet surprisingly. As soon as she balances herself she rushes forward at JT who steps forward, launching his boot into the air in an attempt to take her head clean off of her shoulders. The Black Widow drops into a baseball slide under the boot and under the ropes to the outside of the ring. With cat like quickness she grabs the bottom rope and pulls herself up onto the apron before trying to spring over the top cable. As soon as she gets half way over it JT turns and lobs a boot right to her airborne face. The strike causes her to turn and crash back first onto the apron, resulting in an outpouring of sheer shock from the fans.

Mayne: Hahahahaha, so much for Robin’s momentum. Man I love to see her get her comeuppance.

Douglas: She doesn’t deserve to get any comeuppance, but Knight had a well timed boot waiting for Brooks.

Robin rolls instinctively into the ring under the ropes when her much larger opponent steps in and takes her by the hair, forcing her up to her feet then slapping both of his palms around her throat. The crowd starts to scream s Knight hoists her up very high into the air then throws her down back first into the ring forcefully with a double handed chokeslam of sorts. Her body crashes with vile, vicious force against he ring while the giant moves towards her, his boot placed to her sternum with a somewhat arrogant cover.

Robin launches her shoulder from the ring, resulting in a great deal of cheers from the fans and anger from Knight, who backs away with his nostrils flaring in hostility. He seems to be in complete disbelief that he has yet to put Brooks away but suddenly realizes he has one move left at his disposal which will certainly lead to her downfall. He lifts his fist into the air which receives a mixed ovation before approaching Brooks and taking her by the hair, leading her up slowly to her feet. His hand is still pressed to his lower back as he forces Robin up to her knees then drags her head under his seat. With sweat cascading down his frame he makes a cut throat motion and wraps his arms around the Black Widow’s waist, lifting her up into the air then over his shoulders, catching her by the back of the arms as he sets for the Final Nightmare (Razor’s Edge).

Mayne: Buy Robin, send me a postcard from hell if you would. I hear it’s rather humid this time of year.

Dan: You would know. JT Knight about to get back on a wave of momentum if he hits this move.

JT pulls Brooks down for the move when she suddenly flips over backwards and lands on her feet right in front of a momentarily stunned Knight. His eyes light up with shock before he rushes forward only to have Robin jump into the air, twisting upside down and catching JT under the arms with her legs. The fans erupt as she pulls her large opponent forward into a shocking roll up pinfall.

All those packed into the Manhattan Center express their joy and their astonishment as Robin rolls off of Knight. He sits up with disbelief hanging clear over his features, unable to come to grips with the fact that he was just pinned so out of the blue by the ever so clever Robin Brooks.

Mayne: AHH COME ON! Not again.

Douglas: Robin has done it once again, she has defied the odds and picked up a big win here tonight against JT Knight via a shocking roll up pinfall.

JT sits on the canvas with his teeth gritting together in rage, still having trouble accepting the fact that he was just defeated. He now rolls across the ring and under the ropes, dropping down onto his feet on the outside mats while his hand reaches for his knee. Although there is slight pain emanating from his leg he still kicks the barricade with force and hostility, his eyes flamed with rage as they turn to watch Brooks briefly celebrating in the ring. She rises to her feet in a very exhausted, drained manner, her body tired after this fast paced, hard hitting encounter.

Mayne: I cannot believe we have to sit through another Robin Brooks victory celebration, it’s more nauseating than pictures of your kids Dan.

Douglas: Or photos of your mother’s hairy legs.

Mayne: That’s because of her fear of razors, you know it’s a medically proven phobia!

THE SWEET SOUND OF SORRY

Robin stands up in celebration still, her arms raised in victory and held there by the official when suddenly all eyes transfer to the entry way. The crowd has a rather mixed reaction at the sight of an individual wearing a tight red jacket with bright golden buttons while a fez of the same crimson shade is planted on top of his head. He looks like a prototypical 1950’s bellboy, with white gloves covering his hands and a large envelope hanging from his grasp. He scurries towards the ring and slides in under it, briefly passing right by a winded and still upset JT Knight.

Douglas: What in the world is this now? As if this show didn’t already have enough insanity forced into it?

Mayne: It looks like one of the singing telegram people. I didn’t even think they made those anymore.

The frail little gentlemen slides into the ring while Robin glares at him from the corner, leaning against it for support and still feeling her jaw from that surprise big boot. She watches him with confusion as the gentlemen steps forward with bright eyes, a microphone headset revealed to be hanging down from the spare patches of black hair peeking out from beneath his hat.

Messenger: Hello there missy, are you Robin Brooks?

As he gestures towards her with an animated point of his finger Robin debates rather she should acknowledge his question with an affirmative. Finally she nods cautiously, unsure of what to think. This causes the gentleman to grin even wider before while swinging his arms out in front of him as if he were a living cartoon.

Messenger: That’s just dandy for you, because I’m from the Marcus Brothers Singing Telegram Service, and I’m here to serenade you with the sweet pleas for forgiveness from a Mr. Parkwood.

Robin sighs and rubs at her eyes, clearly not wanting to go through with this, realizing it’s just another feeble attempt on Hurse’s part to win her back. JT Knight remains at ringside, watching all of this with a repulsed expression.

Douglas: Oh God, you’ve got to be kidding me, Hurse has actually sent a singing telegram to Robin? Why can’t he just accept the fact that it’s over between them? He’s never going to be forgiven, especially after he cost Robin the X-Class title last week.

Mayne: It wasn’t intentional, and I actually think this is a novice idea. Now I know the perfect way to break up with women.

With several gyrations of his body, and the rhythmic movements of his feet, the singer relays Hurse’s message with a truly irritating song. It’s painfully clear that the last thing this man was made for is singing.

Messenger: I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry Robin..
I never meant to make you sad
But your sleeping with Deakin made me kinda’ mad
So I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I’m so very sorry Robin…

Come to your senses
Because I’ve made you lots of doe
Yet you still acted like a hoe
And you won’t take my title at Redemption ROOOOEEE

I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m really sorry Robin
I never would have hit you in the face..
I just wanted to put you in your place
And make you stop acting like a HOOOEEE….

Before he can get anymore words out Robin steps away from the corner and drills the singing messenger under the jaw with a devastating superkick. The crowd erupts into a loud reception, everyone pleased that the unbearable and poorly constructed song has ended, saving them from perhaps permanent hearing damage.

Douglas: Thank you Robin, THANK YOU!

Mayne: I was listening to that!

The fans are still screaming fondly over Robin’s actions, putting an end to the singing telegram her desperate, jilted former lover has sent her. Surprisingly the singer is rising from the canvas almost instinctively in his dazed, incoherent state, Robin stepping towards him quickly and grabbing the back of his head and pants. She is about to pitch him out of the ring but instead looks up to spot JT Knight now standing in the ring in the opposite corner. He has a finger in his ear, trying to fix his eardrum and in the process motions for him to be given the horrible singer. Robin shrugs and shoves the individual forward so that his head ends up under Knight’s seat, who quickly takes him around the waist, hoisting the poor young man into the air and over his shoulders. The crowd’s reaction intensifies as he rushes forward and throws the singing messenger half way across the ring with a release running Razor’s Edge. The messenger flies for several feet then comes crashing down with force into the canvas, the fans jumping up and down with appreciation for what they’re seeing. Robin watches all of this from the apron with a big grin on her face.

Douglas: Although they just fought each other in an intense bout, Robin and Knight have come together just this once to avenge all of our eardrums by taking out this ludicrous singing messenger.

Mayne: I hope Hurse didn’t pay him in advance.

The broken body of the slender gentleman remains spread across the canvas while Brooks marches up the ramp shaking her head with a slight grin. Knight steps over the ropes, glaring down at the messenger as if completely and utterly repulsed.

A DELAYED REACTION

There is a loud ovation, one that rips through every inch of the Manhattan Center, bouncing from the corridors and resonating within the ears of “The Icon” Orlando Cruze. As he marches through the rear entrance to the arena with a bag hanging over his shoulder and designer shades placed on the tip of his nose, it’s obvious that he’s in a rush to get to the lockeroom and begin preparing for his forced tag team bout tonight. He doesn’t appear to have any knowledge of what has already transpired tonight, having spent most of the evening in a rush to reach the building on time and yet still arriving after the beat downs of both Scott Gray-Harris and Nathan Creed.

Orlando, Orlando, can I get a word with you about what’s transpired tonight?

Orlando is still in a mad dash for his lockeroom, hoping to get changed out of his street attire in time to compete in the main event as Susie Moore chases after him with a microphone outstretched in her hand. Cruze doesn’t stop, just continues moving onward, causing Susie to be exasperated as she tries to keep up with him and really regretting having that bean burrito earlier.

Orlando: Are you referring to the fact that my plane ticket was mysteriously cancelled, or that my wallet was stolen, or the fact that I had to get picked up a driver sent from the IWC who didn’t know his way around Manhattan whatsoever or have even the fondest grasp of the English language?

Susie is perplexed why he’s laying this on her so bitterly before reminding herself that she’s holding a microphone and that it’s her job. Cruze is still understandably infuriated over the many delays which conveniently kept him from reaching the building tonight.

Susie: Um no, I was actually wanting to get your thoughts on what happened in the ring earlier tonight.

For only a fleeting moment Cruze stops dead in his tracks and gives Susie a sideways glare.

Cruze: Did you seriously just not hear me when I told you my trials and tribulations in getting to the building tonight, that it be technically impossible for me to know what’s happening on tonight’s show?

Susie: Sorry, I was thinking about puppies.

Orlando pulls his sunglasses off and blinks his eyes awkwardly in the direction of the less than sophisticated Susie.

Orlando: Okay then, do you care to tell me what happened?

It takes a moment for Susie to understand what is being asked of her.

Moore: Oh, I’m just talking about the savage beat down laid on Scott Gray-Harris and Nathan Creed. Both of them were helped out of here by doctors tonight. See ya later.

Now Cruze is the one momentarily dumbfounded. Before she can get away he forces himself to snap out of it, grabbing her of her arm as a knee jerk reaction.

Orlando: What do you mean, they beat down Scott Gray-Harris and Nathan Creed tonight? Who?

Susie: Oh, Evans, Aurora, and the Alpha Generation…isn’t that just silly, isn’t Hurse your partner tonight and he’s formed an alliance that has beat down all your friends. How wacky.

Cruze is still having trouble accepting what he’s heard, not wanting to believe that his two allies have been taken out.

Orlando: So your telling me that Nathan and Harris were beat down by the Tag Team Champions, and Rose and Evans?

Susie: Uh, yeeeeeaaahh, that’s what I’m telling you, geez your slow.

She turns to walk off and but almost paces right into the wall, stopping herself just short of colliding with it. She then walks off quickly while Orlando is left there to allow this new to cultivate within his mind. He briefly cups his hand and places it over his mouth before unleashing a groan, turning and flinging his gym bag to the floor with incredible force. A growl seeps out from between his gritting teeth as he turns to face the camera, at the point of bursting with a long string of obscenities. It all becomes clear to him in that one moment, why he was delayed so frequently on his way to the arena, and the plan of his opponents, as well as his partner tonight. He is now completely on an island in the main event.

CHRISTIAN SAVIOR VS. SILENCER

“You think you know me?"

On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind

On this day it's so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive

As the chorus plays, a standing Savior appears before them through a thick amount of smoke with the X-Class Championship draped about his waist. Smiling, he makes his way down to the ring. Sliding into the ring, he smirks confidently at the audience.

I'll never long for what might have been.
Regret won't waste my life again.
I won't look back. I'll fight to remain...

Slowing rising to his feet, Savior keeps his eyes locked on the audience as he stands in the centre of the ring. He removes the X-Class title belt and lifts it into the air as it extends between both of his palms. The gold sparkles with a bright luster as a cascade of flashbulbs reflect from its polished surface.

On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind

On this day it's so real to me
Everything has come to life.
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive...

Savior slowly raises his arms, forming an X around his chest after handing his belt off to the official.

I've been defeated and brought down
Dropped to my knees when hope ran out
The time has come to change my ways...

Suddenly, Savior separates his arms and keeps his head lowered. His arms stretch out and he raises his head as fire appears from the turnbuckles and the cry of a phoenix is heard from the skies.

On this day I see clearly everything has come to life
A bitter place and a broken dream
And we'll leave it all behind

On this day it's so real to me
Everything has come to life
Another chance to chase a dream
Another chance to feel
Chance to feel alive...

Mayne: And here he is Dan, the new X-Class Champion, and soon to be greatest X-Class title holder of all times. Because let’s face it, what competition does he have, Nathan Creed, Robin Brooks?

Douglas: They did both hold the Championship for almost a year each.

Billy: Sooooo. That doesn’t mean anything, I can hold a cantaloupe in my palm for a year but it doesn’t raise its prestige any.

Dan: That comparison doesn’t work in the slightest. Anyway, Savior is about to step into the ring against the man his brother will be facing off against at Redemption Roe. Of course, naturally he was thrust into this situation and I’m sure didn’t gladly accept.

Savior turns in circles as he overlooks the fans then backs into the turnbuckle, leaning against it for support. He swings his arms out to his sides and runs in place with a smug expression on his face, all the while glaring at the entry way in anticipation of his opponent’s arrival.

"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 mixed ovation of the fans, and then grimaces 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. Christian approaches the referee and points up a the rafters, demanding to know why he doesn’t have an equally as impressive pyrotechnic display to which Stuart Wright has no response to.

Dan: And here’s another man I thought I could respect when he initially set foot into an IWC ring, given his vast history with the ULW, unfortunately, after last week I can see how mistaken I was. I cannot believe the meltdown we saw out of Silencer on the last Riot! when he attacked the referee, assaulted Kaily Wolf, and possibly injured Kassie Riddick. He completely snapped because the IWC head honcho, whoever that is, wouldn’t give him Desolation.

Mayne: Although I don’t support his cause, being his insatiable need to get his hands on Desolation, I do however think the way he’s going about trying to get it is completely justifiable. Mostly because I’d love to see him plant you with a superkick this week.

Dan: I don’t think the world would be able to handle your long, negative spiels uncontested on commentary Billy.

Billy: True, as people don’t like to be entertained apparently.

Dan: Well, despite Billy’s blatant self deception, we’re about to see what could be a future X-Class title bout here if Silencer should defeat Savior this evening.

Christian stops harassing the official as Wright makes his way towards the kneeling, heavy breathing Silencer, he demands he keep his head straight or else he’ll have no problem disqualifying him. Silencer merely smirks and rises to his feet before stepping towards the official, immediately backing him into a corner.

Silencer: There won’t be a problem if you’d all pull your heads from your puckered assholes and give me DESOLATION!

The malicious Silencer turns as he steps forward across the ring, the bell sounding. Both he and Savior turn in circles at this point, eyeing one another rather nonchalantly. It’s obvious that neither individual wishes to participate in this contest, Silencer making it perfectly clear to the frazzled Wright that the only person he wants in the ring is Desolation, Christian on the other hand is perhaps in pursuit of further title glory. Nevertheless they step forward with their arms slowly lifting into the air, about to lock up with one another. Their palms finally grasp hold of one another as their other hands slowly lift into the air as well, about to interlock. Right before they can Savior steps back, breaking up the hold and eyeing the former World Champion suspiciously with a snide smirk. The impatient Silencer, wanting to get this match over quickly steps forward, and forcing Savior to lock up with him in a collar elbow tie. They begin to push against each other for positioning before Christian displays his strength and size advantage by shoving his smaller opponent down to the canvas with force. Silencer hits the ring and rolls over backwards onto his feet, looking stunned while Savior lifts a single bicep into the air, pointing in it’s rippling direction. The crowd boos as a result while Christian begins to bob his head from side to side, brushing his hair out of his face then bending forward, calling for another collar elbow tie.

Douglas: Savior showing an early strength advantage against his smaller opponent.

Mayne: I think Smirfs are bigger than Silencer.

The crowd is booing the sight of Savior’s pompousness as Silencer steps towards him, both men applying a collar elbow to each other. They begin to jockey for position once again as Savior arches his back, about to shove his opponent down to the canvas with ease. Suddenly Silencer lifts his leg into the air and kicks at the back of Christian’s knee. The force causes Savior to grind his teeth and begin hopping on one foot. Silencer steps to his side and kicks him hard to the back of the thigh this time, forcing Christian to hop up and down again. The former World Champion now rushes into the ropes behind him, bouncing off then coming back in with a front dropkick right to Savior’s thigh. His boots smack into the back of Christian’s leg and causes him to crash onto his spine across the canvas, his opponent rolling away from him onto his feet. Silencer rushes across the ring into the ropes at Christian’s side, bouncing off of them and then coming back in. Christian quickly rolls towards him only to have Silencer jump over his body and continue into the cables at his opposite side. Savior jumps to his feet as his opposition lunges into the air, landing feet first on the second rope and springing over backwards. He twists his body enough to catch Christian around the neck, pulling him down into a springboard side headlock take down which gets some cheers from the fans.

Douglas: A beautiful counter by Silencer, going right into the side headlock take down after the springboard.

Mayne: Damn Silencer and his side headlocks. He’s going to give his opponents cauliflower ears.

Silencer is tightening the submission on his opponent’s neck as Savior stomps his feet and tries to escape. He suddenly reaches up with his legs and wraps them around Silencer’s neck, who uses one of his arms to try and push them away. As soon as he does, Savior wraps his legs around his opponent’s arm, pulling him over in reverse into the crucifix pin.

Silencer is forced to break the side headlock completely, dropping over onto his knees then rising to his feet with Christian starting to stand in front of him. The former Champion steps in and clamps on another side headlock, squeezing as Savior’s neck while the fans find themselves irresistibly cheering Silencer, the lesser of two evils. Christian is caught in the kneeling position as his neck is being tightly squeezed by the surprisingly thick arms of his determined, disgruntled opposition. Christian reaches up though and over the head of Silencer, digging his fingers into his eyes then pulling back on them. Silencer still won’t break the side headlock but this allows Christian to get to his feet, burying his shoulder into his spine then lifting him into the air for a back drop suplex. As soon as he gets him up Silencer floats over and lands on his feet behind a stunned Savior. The former World Champion steps forward, delivering a prompt kick directly to the back of Savior’s knee. Christian stumbles forward, reaching for the same leg that his opponent went to work on earlier in this contest. Silencer rushes forward and plants yet another stiff kick to the back of his thigh, Savior almost falling over as a result of the blow. Somehow the new X-Class Champion maintains his standing base as Silencer charges into the ropes behind him, perhaps going for another front dropkick. As he comes rushing towards his opponent Savior spins around, throwing a lariat at his throat. Silencer ducks it and charges into the ropes behind him, jumping into the air and landing on the second cable. He springs off and flies backwards, looking for another side headlock take down when Christian lunges upward and dropkicks Silencer right to the back. The fans scream in shock as Silencer is taken down out of the air and sent plummeting to the canvas seat first. He immediately begins to convulse across the ring while Savior lies on the canvas gripping at his knee.

Mayne: OHHH, what a counter by SAVIOR! If he broke Silencer’s back, maybe it will give him the opportunity to take some time off and get those leg extension implants done. That way he can reach the extra quilty tissue paper on the high shelves at the supermarket.

Dan: I don’t know how you do it Billy, but your idiocy is capable of draining the excitement out of any moment in a match.

Pain courses through the spinal column of the former World Champion, who is rolling across the canvas with his back arched. He turns onto his elbows and knees, starting to stand up when Christian limps towards him, wrapping his arms about his neck and his thigh. Silencer is dead lifted off of the canvas then dropped ribs first right on top of Christian’s knee with a gutbuster. The crowd cringes as Silencer stands up, holding his mid-section and doubling over in pain while Christian stands up at his side then charges forward, connecting with a hard kick directly to his opponent’s chest. Silencer is taken off of his feet and sent crashing to the ring across his back. The fans react with displeasure as Savior arrogantly strides forward across the ring, grinning from one ear all the while to the other. Wright admonishes him for showboating while Silencer grips at his sternum and rolls across the canvas to his knees, trying desperately to stand up.

Unfortunately as soon as he gets one foot on the canvas Christian comes barreling forward, driving his boot right into the side of Silencer’s face. The shot causes a groan to emanate from the fans and sends Silencer crumbling to the canvas, rolling across it in the direction of the ropes. Savior swaggers towards his opponent and takes him by the hair, forcing him up to his feet then grabbing him by the wrist. He pulls his tired opposition forward into his knee, doubling him over again then pushes him backwards before whipping him across the ring in the direction of the turnbuckle. Christian comes charging in after him when Silencer sticks his hands out, catching the top ropes then pushing his legs up into the air. He twists his body, floating over the cables and landing on the apron as Savior charges sternum first directly into the corner on accident. He bounces off and staggers in reverse as Silencer takes hold of the top rope, pulling himself over it then adjusting his body in mid-air. He lands feet first on the middle ropes coming together in the corner then springs off, twisting around to face Savior who bends forward to avoid the move. Silencer flies over his head and wraps his arms around his waist, rolling him over backwards into the sunset flip.

Christian kicks out by rolling over backwards onto his knees while Silencer nips up onto his feet then charges forward, connecting with a hard front dropkick directly to Savior’s face. The crowd cheers at the sound of the stiff strike which knocks Christian down to the canvas, Silencer coming down beside him then crawling into the cover yet again.

Savior gets his shoulder from the ring for a second time, rolling away from his opponent in a dazed, shocked, and incoherent manner.

Mayne: Dammit, why must Silencer constantly fly all around the ring like he’s a fairy or something. Fairies frighten me immensely mind you, with those sparkling wings and all that dust, it’s so messy.

Dan: And again your rambling knows no ends, but Silencer is really taking it to Christian at this point, utilizing his speed advantage.

As soon as Christian gets to a kneeling base, gripping at his nose Silencer jabs him to the face with a closed fist, followed by another strike. The blows are substantially weakening Christian, who almost goes down to the canvas with every shot yet he keeps one foot on the canvas. Silencer rushes forward and steps onto Savior’s raised knee, jumping off it then twisting his body as he reaches back with his legs, wrapping them around his opponent’s neck. Silencer drops forward and pulls Christian over into a modified head scissors. Savior rolls forward across the canvas onto his seat then turns over onto his knees, trying his best to get up. The former World Champion buys his time before charging into the ropes spine first, bouncing off and rushing right at his opposition. Suddenly Christian stands and side steps Silencer, taking him by the back of the head and pants then rushing him forward across the ring. Savior throws his opponent down to the canvas chest and stomach first, sending him sliding across the ring then spilling under the ropes. He comes crashing into the mats sternum first with a hard thud, the fans reacting with a groan. He pushes himself up onto his knees and covers his chest with both arms, agonizing from the impact with the outside mats while Savior is staggering backwards towards the center of the squared circle. He drops to a knee and places his palm to his forehead, trying to regain his strength while Silencer is attempting to stand up of his own accord. He grabs hold of the announce table, utilizing it to keep himself upright before turning towards the ring and beginning to stagger in its direction. Although in incredible pain he pushes himself up onto the apron and tries to stand only for Savior to come charging across the ring then driving his shoulder through the ropes. It connects directly into the side of Silencer’s ribs, sending him flying from the apron and twisting as he comes crashing down sternum first right into the announce table.

Douglas: OH MY! Silencer crashing down into our table!

Mayne: His puny little sternum may be cracked, which would be hilarious mind you.

Dan: HOW IS THAT FUNNY!?! The man may seriously be injured.

Billy: Hahahaha, stop, stop, I’m gonna cry I’m laughing so hard.

Silencer rolls across the mats with his hands pressed to his sternum and his ribs, which are agonizing at this point. Nevertheless he is trying to stand as Savior slides out of the ring and approaches him, taking the back of his head then charging him at the ring. Silencer is slid in under the cables as Christian enters himself, crawling across the ring and immediately dropping down into the cover.

Silencer gets his shoulder up, sitting on the canvas in the process which prompts his opponent to apply a reverse bear hug immediately. The former World Champion tries to groan but the air is being restricted to his lungs within the grasp of the maniacal, grinning, and diabolical Savior. He relishes in Silencer’s suffering as the paint chips from his face due to the sweat gushing down his features. Christian really clamps on the hold with every bit of strength that he has within his thick, powerful arms, to the point where his opposition’s ribs are turning to dust. Surprisingly, several of the fans, those who still staunchly support Silencer, are slapping the barricades, begging him to escape this hold. Although he’s jaded by their reaction Silencer tries to feed off of it, shaking his clinched fists while forcing himself upwards. This entices Savior to further apply his grip, flashing his snarled teeth as he does so. The crowd is screaming as Silencer reaches his feet and now throws a back elbow into Christian’s face, followed by a second strike. The blows weaken the Rising Phoenix substantially, his grip beginning to break on the ribs of his opposition. Suddenly Silencer connects with one last elbow to the temple, causing the break of the submission. The former World Champion spins around when Christian takes him by the leg, lifting him off the canvas then dropping back into a devastating flapjack. Silencer slams violently into the canvas face and mid-section first, popping up onto his knees as he wraps his arms about his ribs.

Mayne: Brilliant! Savior reversing Silencer’s reversal into a reversal of his own. I think I just went cross eyed.

Douglas: It could only improve your looks Billy. Savior continuing to do damage to the mid-section of his opponent, showing that technical edge he has in many of this X-Class divisional match-ups.

Silencer is on one elbow and his knees, his other arm draped over his ribs while Christian steps towards him. He locks his arms around Silencer’s neck, pulling him up to his feet then dragging his head under his seat. With his arms wrapped around his opponent’s mid-section, Christian hoists Silencer up into the air and onto his shoulder. He drops down to his knees and connects with a modified back breaker over his shoulder, Silencer bouncing off of it then twisting as he crashes to the canvas. The fans react with repulsion at the sight of this move while Christian remains on his knees, grinning from ear to ear then turning into a lackadaisical cover.

Silencer launches his shoulder from the canvas, kicking out with just a few seconds to spare. An irritated Savior rises to his feet and turns as Silencer moves his body away from his opponent who quickly drops down head first into his opponent’s lower back. Silencer groans in pain as Christian gets up and begins to stomp at his kidneys repeatedly, trying to do as much damage as humanly possible to the mid-section of his opponent, who has angered him via his constant kick outs. He now takes hold of his hair and forces him to his feet, wedging his shoulder into Silencer’s ribs then charging him across the ring, powering his small frame back first into the turnbuckle. Silencer’s arms fall over the ropes and dangle there while Christian backs away from him with intensity, now fired up after his offensive proved not to be ineffective in obtaining the win. He bends down and charges forward once again when Silencer twists his body, connecting with a stiff knee lift directly to Christian’s face. The crowd responds with cheers as Christian stands up and staggers backwards, trying his best not to lose his footing. Silencer pulls himself up the turnbuckle backwards, standing on the second rope then jumping off. He twists his body and reaches back with his legs, wrapping them around Christian’s waist then falling palms first to the canvas, pushing himself up into a wheelbarrow. He reaches out and wraps his arm around Christian’s neck, going for a bulldog when Savior shoves him forward and frees himself in the nick of time. As a result Silencer is sent flying forward and landing on the second rope of the turnbuckle, which he springs off of, twisting in mid-air then coming down right on top of the X-Class Champion with a crossbody. The crowd reacts with cheers at the sight of these amazing counters, Christian crashing into the ring with Silencer rolling away from, still gripping at his mid-section in pain.

Douglas: What an amazing counter by Silencer, connecting with the crossbody off the turnbuckle and now putting himself back onto the offensive.

Mayne: This match has switched leaders more times than an NCAA basketball game. Not that I watch much sports, but I pretend that I do so that my father isn’t ashamed of me.

Dan: I have a feeling there’s a lot to be ashamed of as it is.

Silencer rolls to the center of the ring, forcing himself up to his feet very slowly and agonizingly. He falls backwards into the turnbuckle for support and watches as Christian begins to rise in front of him, having trouble doing so as well. As soon as he gets to a kneeling base Silencer steps in and lays into him with a hard fist, followed by a second shot. Finally he’s taken by the hair and forced up to a standing base, Silencer shooting his arm across his sternum and looking for his finishing maneuver to a gasp from the crowd. Savior however, back elbows him to the skull, then does it once more, breaking up the attempt. Silencer staggers forward into the ropes as a result then turns and begins to charge back in when Christian turns his body, reaching out and catching the former World Champion around the neck. He appears to be setting up for his version of the diamond cutter when Silencer places his hands to the shoulders of his opponent then jumps into the air. He lands on top of them seat first then drops forward, pulling Savior down into a forward victory roll to a loud reaction.

Savior kicks out with just seconds to spare, sending Silencer rolling over in reverse onto his elbows and knees. Christian gets up quickly and comes charging forward when Silencer crawls between the legs of his opponent, ending up behind him. Silencer buries the top of his head to the canvas then nips up onto his feet before charging into the cables behind Christian and jumping into the air. He lands on the second rope and springs off, twisting around as Savior turns to face him and landing on his shoulders, pulling him down into a huge hurricarana. The crowd again cheers as Christian flips over crashing into the canvas spine first. He looks frazzled, nay stunned by the offensive on behalf of his game opponent. Silencer rises to his feet as Savior tries to the same, both men getting up around the same time. Silencer quickly steps in and delivers a hard boot right to the ribs of his opponent, doubling him over and then stepping to his side before jumping into the air with a front dropkick to the side of his opponent’s face. Christian is not taken from his feet but instead sent into a spin, staggering around while the crowd groans over the sheer viciousness of that kick. Silencer rolls backwards onto his feet then charges into the ropes at Christian’s side, jumping into the air and landing on the second cable. He springs off and twists in mid-air only to be caught with the Blaze of Glory (Spear) by Christian Savior which almost rips his body in half. The fans are stunned by the timely delivery of the move, which has now laid Silencer out.

Douglas: What a counter into the Blaze of Glory!!

Mayne: That was out of this world, genius, pure genius!

The exhausted, battered Savior rests on his elbows and knees, trying to regain his composure before turning and dropping into the pinfall finally.

No, to the shock of just about everyone in the arena Silencer lobs his shoulder from the ring in the nick of time. Savior rolls away from him, twisted and repulsed by the fact that he’s still yet to get the pinfall.

Dan: And Silencer shockingly kicks out!

Mayne: What is it going to take for the new X-Class Champion to win this match? A golden harp and a swan that lays golden eggs?

Douglas: How will that help him?

Billy: Their bright and shinny.

Savior rises slowly to his feet, almost falling over several times in the process before losing his footing as he tumbles spine first against the corner. He slowly begins to bend over forward, motioning repeatedly for Silencer to get up, begging him to do so in fact as he lays in wait to deliver the spear. His hand is lifted into the air with his fingers twiddling, imploring his opponent to get his feet beneath him so he can hit that ever destructive spear. He begins to rush forward, building up tremendous speed when Silencer spins around, delivering a straight back heel kick right to Savior’s face. The crowd reacts with shock over the stiff sound of the strike as Christian stands up straight and almost loses his footing over that blow received straight to his face. Silencer spins around in a complete circle and thrusts his arm across his opponent’s chest, shooting his other arm into the air as he signals for his twisting C4 finisher, the Break the Silence. Everyone in the building jumps to their feet, unable to contend with their desire to cheer for him, to rally in support of the less of the two evils. He is about to flip backwards and perhaps hit Savior with his finisher before he abruptly stops, his face filling with discontent. He simply lets go of the new X-Class Champion who falls to his seat, Silencer standing in the center of the ring with arms dangling to his sides and his head shaking in sheer discontent. His expression is not shot down at the seated, confused Savior, but instead is directed towards the fans who were cheering him on, imploring him to finish Christian off. Instead of going for his finisher he just stands there watching the crowd simmer down with his head shaking in clear, absolute disgust.

Dan: What in the world, Silencer just had the chance to hit the Break the Silence, but instead of connecting he’s dropped Savior to the canvas. What are you doing Silencer? You could very well have this match won!

Mayne: Uh oh, it looks like something has snapped in Silencer again, just like it did when he showed up at Kingdom’s house.

The reaction from the crowd changes while Savior glares awkwardly up in the direction of a sweaty Silencer now backing away from the ring. He glances at his opponent and shrugs his shoulders before slipping through the ropes and onto the apron. He doesn’t even look back as the official demands he gets back to the match at hand, yet Silencer just won’t listen, instead opting to drop to the outside mats. His back faces the ring as he approaches Kaily Wolf, insisting that she vacate her chair, which she quickly does upon recalling what he did to her last week. He plants his posterior in the chair and crosses one leg over the other, getting himself comfortable and then snatching the time keeper’s bottle of water, beginning to drink it as casually as possible.

Dan: For the second week in a row Silencer is deliberately dissing these fans. It looks like he’s actually sitting out the remainder of this match.

Mayne: Is he legally permitted to do this?

Silencer takes another swig of water and crosses his arms over one another, glaring right into the angered official’s face who has no other alternative but to begin counting him out. The booing fans begin to chant along with each count rendered while Christian is recovering in the ring, trying to push himself up onto a knee although he is exhausted by what was a very back and forth bout.

Referee: 1.. 2 … 3 … 4 … 5 … 6 … 7 … 8….

The crowd is getting really anxious while Silencer refuses to budge, checking under one of his nails in complete disinterest of what is occurring inside of the ring.

Douglas: I don’t believe what I’m seeing here. Silencer is refusing to continue this match, it’s almost like he’s boycotting completing.

Mayne: That’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s outright refusing to complete wrestling this match.

Silencer yawns as the official demands he re-enter the ring, leaving him with no other alternative but to continue counting.

Referee: 9…. 10!

He turns and motions for the bell, which begins to chime right beside the still yawning Silencer, amongst a wave of negative sentiment from the Manhattan Crowd. They are all reacting with rage over the completion of this contest, which has given Christian a count out victory over Silencer, his wrist now being raised in victory. Obviously Christian isn’t complaining as he just shrugs his shoulder and smirks, realizing a win is a win no matter how it’s received.

Douglas: Oh I can’t believe the way this match has ended. Silencer has screwed us all out of a worthy conclusion to what was a very stellar match between these two, and as thus has handed one of the most repulsive individuals on this roster a victory.

Mayne: I don’t understand Silencer’s madness, but I damn sure am not going to disagree with it. Congratulations Savior.

Billy begins clapping, the only sound of celebration heard amongst the arena, which is overwhelmed with the anger of the fans. Savior’s music cuts in in the background while Silencer has actually climbed up on the apron with the X-Class title belt in one hand and a microphone in the other. There are no shenanigans as he throws the belt over the ropes right into Savior’s arms, who snatches it out of the air and holds it to his sternum. He backs up giving Silencer a very bewildered glare yet doesn’t go any further than that, slipping through the ropes and choosing to bask in the glory of his win. He drops to the mats and relishes in holding his newly won belt above his head, resulting in the fury of the fans, which sounds like music to his ears. Silencer takes a long look out over the fans then slips through the cables with his arm gripping at his ribs, which have been battered by the spear he took earlier. He doesn’t let it bother him as he clearly has something to say, approaching the center of the ring with his microphone gripped tightly and his eyes devoid of any notion of compassion.

Douglas: Oh no, haven’t we heard enough from Silencer tonight?

Mayne: His first rant was all the way at the beginning of tonight’s telecast, he should legally be allowed to do about five, six more throughout the night.

Dan: I thought the Alpha Generation were the only ones who hogged that much screen time.

With sweat still cascading down his features, and the crowd’s reaction having drastically been altered by the way this bout turned out, no longer obligated to cheer for the lesser of two evils, Silencer moves to the center of the ring clutching the mic in a shaky hand.

Silencer: I hope you all enjoyed those sparse few minutes you saw me competing in the ring tonight. I pray that you were dazzled, inspired and shaken to your core by my stellar performance, because it’s the last your going to see of such sensational Silencer bouts until I get what I fucking WANT!

The boos from the crowd becomes almost deafening.

Mayne: Bravo, it’s about time he took a stand.

Dan: Oh please, this is such utter bullshit. Who does he think he is, deciding when and where he’ll be competing?

Billy: The man is not a hooker or my prom date, he has the right to say “no.”

Silencer continues to overlook the disenfranchised fans, who are allowing their opinion on Silencer’s vowel to be heard loud and clear.

Silencer: I just wanted to give you all a brief reminder of what you’ll be missing over the coming weeks, by showing you all how physically superior I am in the ring before dashing your excitement and entertainment by simply walking out of it. I refuse to entertain you people any longer, I refuse to work for Johnny Kingdom, if I’m just going to be deprived of the things I desire the most, if I’m not going to be given the matches that I’ve EARNED! Therefore, the writer’s strike may have just ended in Hollywood, but Silencer isn’t going to cross any picket line and compete in this ring until my demands have been met!

Silencer’s twisted gaze glares with heinous satisfaction into the nearby camera, amongst a roar of disapproval from the fans.

Dan: Silencer is going on STRIKE?

Mayne: You got to do what you got to do when your being neglected Dan.

With the fans continuing to express their angst verbally, Silencer backs to the center of the ring, breathing heavily.

Silencer: Unfortunately, there is only one sorry fucker who can satisfy my demands, one individual who will have to come to the center of the ring and give me what I want in order to ensure that I continue competing in this ring. JOHNNY KINGDOM! After tonight, after this footage airs for all to see, you’ll have no other alternative but to come looking for me, and for once I won’t be a hard man to find. I’ll be in the ring at Redemption Roe, and you will meet me there to meet my demands or you will lose millions of dollars in the profit you would make off my five star performances. But that’s not the only reason you’ll show up at Redemption Roe, no, no. You’ve looked into these eyes, you’ve seen what is inside of them and you’ve felt my wrath first hand! So ask yourself, if you continue to toy with me, and as thus toy with these fans by depriving them of my much deserved matches, what lengths will I go to next in order to get your attention? I don’t think you want to know the answer to that question, and I’m sure the fans won’t want to see it. The footage tonight will be bad enough for them to stomach. So come to Redemption Roe, Johnny, and Silence Me!

The microphone is flung down to the canvas while Silencer turns with his arm draped over his ribs, approaching the ropes steadily and then slipping through them onto the apron. He stands up with a less than adoring expression on his face then drops to the mats and makes his way up the ramp without looking back even once at the booing fans.

Mayne: Did Silencer just lay down a challenge for Redemption Roe?

Douglas: I don’t know what the hell he just said. Is he is insinuating that Johnny Kingdom will have no other choice but to show up at Redemption Roe after the footage airs tonight? What has happened to this man we once trusted?

DON’T YOU WORRY AT ALL

We fade in to the hallways of the Manhattan Center as the IWC's Global Tag-Team Champions, Hurse and Desolation, seem to be pacing. More specifically, the World Champion is pacing as Desolation just leans against the wall nonchalantly. His eyes follow his tag partner's movements as his expression becomes more irate and impatient.

Desolation: Would you stop already? You're giving me motion-sickness!

Hurse: I can't, man! I know we’ve successfully completed the majority of our plans, like putting Harris and Creed out of action, but look at what I still have to go through tonight! First I have to be in the same ringside area as that Axl Evermore guy who had the absolute NERVE to so VICIOUSLY knock me off the apron last week--

Desolation: --Not to mention the way he so unceremoniously hit you with the F-5 when he first showed up and handed you the new Submission Title...

Hurse's face darkens as his teeth clench angrily and his speech becomes clipped. The arena crowd cheers at the mention of Evermore and even louder at the reminder of his high-impact debut.

Hurse: Thank. you. for. re. min. ding. me. I had COMPLETELY forgotten about that one.

Desolation: *TSSSSSSCH* Yeah, sorry 'bout that. I forgot how sore that little point was with you. Axl Evermore tends to grate pretty deep in people's nerves pretty quickly.

Hurse: Don't I know it! FIRST I have to be in the same ring space as that guy...my bad. First WE have to be in the same ring space as that guy...THEN I still have to team up with none other than that blackaguard Orlando Cruze...

The arena crowd REALLY pops at the mention of The Icon. Hurse and Desolation pucker their faces in a sour expression in response.

Desolation: Damn crowds don't know wrestling genius even when we're standing right in front of them...Hold on, wait a minute...BLACKAGUARD?

Hurse: Yeah! So meanwhile, I STILL have to team up with Cruze to face Pat Evans and Aurora Rose later on! Damn it, Russ, I thought we got them on OUR side already! And they certainly implied it via their actions tonight, but why don’t I trust them still?? Why do I feel like they’re going to do something to ruin the sanctity of my tag team match? Why do I have such a lack in faith in Pat to play by the rules, like we’ve been trying to ensure all night long?

Desolation: Maybe because he didn't like the way you kept forcing your Alpha Generation hat on him?

This sets Hurse off like a house afire.

Hurse: Dammit, all he had to do was just put the damn hat on and say "Thank you, World Champion Hurse"! But NOOOOOOOOO! He had to get all uppity and actually wrestle an actual MATCH against me!! And I thought giving him the Submission Title was finally going to get him on our side too, but with the exception of tonight he JUST...WON'T...SHOW...any...GRATITUDE! What am I going to have to do to drill it into this man's skull that he's going to be my lackey--

Desolation: --OUR lackey, Steve.

Hurse: Right. OUR lackey, whether he likes it or not, one way or another, and a whole bunch of other clichés? What do I have to DO to make sure what went down tonight becomes a reoccurring theme??

Desolation: I'd say "help him beat Orlando Cruze", but if you help him beat your PARTNER for the match...

Hurse shudders at the reminder that Cruze is, in fact, his partner for the match, while the crowd has a good laugh at his dismay. He tries to force a smile though, to keep up with the lie he’s been shoveling all night long.

Desolation: ...then Cruze might just make sure I'M a partner down when it comes to the end of the Gauntlet. JUST to try and screw me, because he'll never stop wanting to prove to YOURS TRULY that he can run with the big boys!

He smirks quite proudly AND quite ironically at the little personal in-joke he just delivered.

Desolation: But then again, I'm a pretty popular person these days, and...oh, don't be like that, you're popular too, Steve! You've got Psycho, 2-Balls Brooks, and Killjoy all wanting a piece of your highly-defined World Champion ass...

Hurse proudly flexes his buttocks in response.

Hurse: Oh, you noticed? I did some extra squats this week...worked my abductors and adductors some more...

Desolation doesn't miss a beat as he continues talking.

Desolation: ...and we've got just about EVERYBODY in this company wanting our Global Tag-Team Crown gold! We're the most popular guys in New York, Mr. Parkwood! Well...if you don't count the New York Giants or any of those retards they catch on TMZ.com...

Backstage Correspondent Susie Moore approaches them, mic in hand, as they notice her presence, turn away, and walk down the corridor, intentionally ignoring her.

Susie Moore: Uh...Hurse? Desolation? ANY of you? Oh darn...I missed them...just wanted to tell them Cruze is here, and he looks mighty mad.

She stands there, disappointedly scrunching her mouth cutely to one side as we FADE TO COMMERCIAL.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

Don’t let Jeff Hardy deliver pizzas, there will be too many refunds. This has been a public service announcement

RUBBING IT IN

The crowd responds with a tremendous ovation at the sight of Robin Brooks located backstage in front of the interview set. Surprisingly a smile is present on her face while she glares forward into the camera, filled with determination, and overwhelmed with anticipation for this coming Sunday. Standing before her is none other than the ever so lovely, yet ditzy Susie Moore, who despite just missing the Alpha Generation, has caught up with Robin in the nick of time.

Susie: Robin, thank you for taking time out of your schedule to talk to me about the past couple of weeks and what’s in store for this Sunday’s, payper-viewy thingy.

Robin seems rather indifferent, especially after that outrageous interaction with the singing telegram individual.

Robin: Oh well, I had nothing better to do, and I have some things that need to be said, especially to my increasingly pathetic ex. Who I imagine will be quite interested in hearing what I have in store for him at Redemption Roe.

Susie smiles eagerly and nods her head.

Susie: Great, that will teach him to snub me.

Although Brooks doesn’t care she pretends to with a sympathetic smirk.

Susie: Robin, let’s switch gears here and talk about your loss last week. Are you in the right mindset after the end of a great reign of the X-Class, especially with this stuff going on between you and Hurse?

Brooks begins to respond before being ever so rudely interrupted.

??: Yes, yes. Robin, dear.

The camera pans back to reveal the new X-Class Champion, Christian Savior, standing there, the title rested on his shoulder, now legally. Brooks tries not to let her emotion shine through her expression but has a hard time doing so, especially seeing her belt proudly draped on the shoulder of her enemy.

Savior: The world wants to know what it's like to be outsmarted, outmatched and...generally outdone in every way?

She has finally heard enough of his self serving rant.

Robin: What do you want?

Savior: Nothing, just wanted you to see how much better the belt looks on my gorgeous shoulder than yours. At least it fits.

With a glare, Robin approaches Savior, who merely smiles at her.

Robin: You think your real smooth and condescending don’t you? You think your going to be all unnerved huh? Well, I’m through talking and trying to reason with people. I’ve got a little left in the tank after my match so you want to start something?

Savior: Well I'm flattered, Robin, but I'm just not your type. Runner ups don’t last long with me.

A sneer grows across his face, which is quickly removed as Robin slaps him in the cheek. Jolting his head to look back at her, he almost retaliates, before suddenly smiling knowingly.

Robin gives him a suspicious glare, and still looks ready for a fight.

Robin: What?

Savior: Yea, see, I knew you would be pissed after such a humiliating defeat, so I thought I'd cheer you up. Which is why I bought you this.

To boos from the crowd Savior reveals a toy title belt from behind his back, holding it out in Robin’s direction rather proudly.

Christian: Now you can feel like a paper champ again, hahahaha.

Robin glares down into the fake, cheap title belt draped over her forearms in disgust.

Wow, probably took your whole paycheck to buy that huh?

As the hot breath is felt on the back of his neck Savior shivers, turning slowly to glare into the face of Jon Rich. The crowd inside of the Manhattan Center reacts passionately at the sight of Rich standing there with the N.H.B Championship hanging over his shoulder. Savior grimaces in his direction.

Christian: Can’t you see we’re having a private conversation here? This isn’t any of your business….

Savior taps the N.H.B title.

Savior: Champ.

The comment brings a smile to Jon’s face as he adjusts his belt, which shines a little brighter than Savior’s X-Class belt.

Jon: Well you know what, I’m making it my business, as your talking to my tag team partner. So before she and I make an impromptu team up tonight to kick your arrogant ass, perhaps you should walk away now and save yourself the humiliation.

Savior’s eyes cut back and forth between both individuals and as sweat leaks down his tired frame, he just smirks.

Christian: Ha, although I’d normally take the time to show you who would be the one getting humiliated, I’ve got better things to do. Like getting out of this shit hole that is Manhattan.

Negatively flows from the fans as Savior simply walks away, Robin perking up a bit as she’s left alone with Rich. Strangely he doesn’t look as distant as he did last week.

Robin: Thanks, but I didn’t need your help.

Jon: Naturally.

Although it pains him to say what he’s about to say he begins to force his mouth open in order to utter something rather heartfelt.

Rich: Listen, I’ve been doing some serious thinking about what you told me last week, and I’ve decided that maybe I’ve been pig headed lately.

Robin puts her finger up in front of Rich’s lips to quiet him, which takes him aback.

Robin: There’s no need to say anything. I know what your feud with Desolation had to do to you.

Jon begins to shake his head and explain but she won’t let him.

Brooks: And there’s no need for apologies or explanations. I understand you, and I understand that you’re willing to do anything to get a World title shot, and get your hands on Desolation, just like me. Even if it means swallowing your pride to get on the same page with me.

Robin lightly pats Jon on the cheek and walks past him, the N.H.B Champion following her with his eyes. There seems to be a strange confliction of emotions going on within him, his mind still troubled when it comes to Redemption Roe.

AXL EVERMORE © VS. PSYCH0

The show comes back live to the inside of the arena where the fans are expressing their pure discontent over what they’re eyes are witnessing. For surrounding the ring, as well as planted inside of it, is the new unity founded earlier in the night. Pat Evans is leaning back first against a turnbuckle with his upper torso covered in a referee shirt, while Aurora Rose is seated at ringside with a little hammer in her hand, obviously in charge of keeping the time. Also located within the confines of the squared circle is Desolation clutching hold of a microphone and examining his surroundings with empathy. To make himself look even more like a credible ring announcer he’s made sure to wear a colorful pink bowtie, although it’s in stark contrast to his sleeveless, self promotion t-shirt. And finally, planted behind the announce table is World Champion Hurse.

Hurse: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Riot! and finally after suffering through the pointless banter of one Dan Douglas, your ears will become the home to the tranquil, seductive tones of your World Heavyweight Champion.

Mayne: Yay, someone start some sexy tango music!

Dan: This is a travesty, the entire booking of this match is just ridiculous, and completely unfair as it’s stacked the odds against not only Axl Evermore, but Psycho as well. You’ve got Aurora Rose serving as the time keeper, Desolation as the ring announcer, Hurse as the commentator, and Pat Evans as the special referee. This is a damned travesty!

Mayne: Why must you try to ruin everything with your logic?

Hurse: Yeah, and big shock, Dan got something wrong yet again. We’re not here to have an adverse effect on this match, we just want everything to go down nice and fair is all.

Dan: Bullshit, this is designed to screw someone over and you know it.

The camera is locked on Desolation who forces a smirk with a cringe to his face, lifting the microphone to his lips ever so slowly.

Desolation: My fellow Americans….. wait, that’s not how this is suppose to start.

Desolation begins to squint his eyes as he tries to read something in the crowd.

Desolation: Isn’t there suppose to be a teleprompter or something as I literally know more about Opera Winfrey’s dietary habits than I do about either the men I’m suppose to introduce? Oh well, I guess I’ll just wing it. Ladies, gentlemen, reptilian creatures impersonating human beings, other such disturbing subspecies, and Aurora Rose….

Aurora scowls in the direction of the Dark Man who progresses onward with his speech.

Desolation: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, but will probably end with some horribly convoluted and terribly predictable finish since the writers suckle at Vince Russo’s tits for inspiration.

Boos mixed with a light helping of chuckles is spawned from the screaming fans. Desolation is undeterred in providing his own introductions however.

Desolation: Introducing first, he is the man with a lame gimmick and an even lamer move list that makes John Cena look like a technical wizard. He undergoes more mental alterations than a combination of Michael Jackson and Martin Lawrence, his face is still burnt because he’s either too cheap or too stupid to get plastic surgery, he is the rotund psychopath who only strikes fear into the buffets that he visits, he is PSYCHO!

The crowd responds with further rage over Desolation’s pompous introduction as the arena lights dim, the stage slowly fills with smoke, the constant banging of the drum's echoes throughout the arena shortly followed by the guitar as the song heats up and gets faster. Blood For Blood by Machine Head finally starts to kick in as the shadow lurks in the smoke, a huge ball of ball spirals up from the rampway and Psycho emerges from the smoke. A hooded sleeveless jacket covers his torso and the hood up... He walks menacingly down to the ring with an icy cold glare in his eyes. The fire now ignites all the way down the ramp as he walks down the fiery corridor towards the ring. He briefly pauses, finding himself glaring into the ring at Desolation as well as Pat Evans, who gives him a condescending wink. Psycho bites his lower lip and chooses to disrobe on the mats then slide into the ring, rising to his knees and scowling in the directions of his adversaries at Redemption Roe.

Hurse: Well here’s a man I can respect, someone who I’ve been through constant wars with, and have developed a deep, heart felt appreciation for.

Dan: I’m gladly you finally show some class by making such comments in direction to Psycho, your long time nemesis.

Hurse: Wait, what? I was talking about Desolation, when did Psycho’s lard-ass get here?

Douglas: I should have known I was expecting too much out of you by sadly expecting very little. Psycho looks a bit unnerved by the presence of Pat Evans and Desolation inside of the ring, but he’s got to maintain his focus on the contest at hand.

Hurse: This is Psycho we’re talking about, Dan. The man has every force of ADHD, down syndrome, autism, basically, if you can find it in a mental health book, Psycho has got it. Who knows what train of thought his mind will go off on during this match. One second he’ll be thinking about killing Evermore, then the next he’ll be asking himself who is favorite Garbage Pal kid was.

Psycho stands and approaches the ropes, walking right past Desolation in order to point over the cables at Hurse, who smiles and waves in the direction of his long time rival.

Desolation: Introducing next, he is the man with almost as much forced video game references in his dialogue as Ron Raeth, he is Mr. NYC, because it gives him the excuse to rip off RVD’s thumbs taunt, he still listens to Fine Young Cannibals, he is your Cartel Champion mostly because no one gave him any competition for the title, he is AXL EVERMORE!

With an extension of his palm, all attention is directed towards the entry way a booming voice sounds over the PA, with one of those swooshing sound effects that build to a crescendo.

"You know who I AM, where I've BEEN, where I'm GOING, how I'll GET there...and all that's left is to tell you's that I'm finally HERE!"

The feed fades to the Tron video, and as the lead singer for Drowning Pool screams the opening "1, 2, 3, STEP UP!!" to their song "Step Up", a name is spelled out on the black video background in bold red Sofachrome font letters: Axl Evermore. In between some of the letters, a split-second of classic Evermore-in-action impact clips are shown. It fades to a front view of the stage, with Evermore looking down on one knee, arms outstretched like he just landed from a jump. Sallie Roma, his wife, stands right behind him, her body looking like a well-proportioned X with her arms raised out and her head raised towards the heavens. The Cartel Championship glistens around his waist, it’s presence inspiring the fans to cheer accordingly. 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 then twists her body to slide her hands across the gold plate of the Cartel Championship.

He looks downwards at her, mouths some instructions, and she nods in response. Although it pains her to do so, she does as instructed by standing up and backing towards the curtains, obviously not staying at ringside due to the overwhelming amount of enemies already present.

Hurse: Well this is certainly surprising.

Dan: Yes, Evermore sending Sallie Roma backstage to ensure no harm comes to her, which is certainly an intelligent move by Axl.

Hurse: No, I was referring to he fact that I thought I was the only one who still listened to Fine Young Cannibals. “She drives me crazy….”

Mayne: “Ew, ew!”

Douglas: Someone please send out a replacement for me, PLEASE!

Evermore jumps onto the apron and slowly removes his Cartel Championship, all the while eyeing Desolation in the center of the squared circle. The smirking Dark Man backs up slowly in the direction of the opposite cables, condescendingly mouthing the words “Good Luck.” Just as Evermore steps into he ring Pat Evans moves in front of him, cutting him off and insisting that he be handed the Cartel Championship. Clearly Axl doesn’t like this one little bit, being forced to hand over his belt to one of the men he defeated to earn possession of it. With bitterness he finally hands the belt over however, allowing it to fall into Evans’ grasp, as the smirking Pat raises it above his head for the screaming fans to see. He turns and motions for the bell, which Aurora chimes with a seductive swing of the hammer. Just as the bell goes off and the belt is handed through the ropes to Desolation, Psycho comes barreling across the ring full steam at his opposition. He throws a punch only to have Evermore duck it, Psycho turning back to face him and receiving a peppering shot to the jaw, followed by a similar strike, then a third. Psycho is staggered by each blow to his scarred facial features before Axl steps in and delivers another hard blow right to the cranium, sending him crashing to the canvas spine first. The crowd is cheering passionately at the sight of this, even some of the solid Psycho supporters celebrating the way this long awaited bout has commenced.

Mayne: Axl Evermore getting off to an early lead with those little jabs. I wonder how small Axl’s fists actually are. They look tiny and baby like in comparison to Psycho’s beach ball sized noggin, and believe me, that’s not a face you want to see blown up to that size.

Hurse: Ha, hilarious that you would use the words, “blown up” and reference Psycho’s face with me sitting right here. Hahahahahaha, you really are a regular Andrew Dice Clay.

Dan: Okay, I’ve already had enough of this.

The crowd is still cheering as Psycho rushes to his feet, and walks forward into a jumping heel kick right to the face. The shot knocks him from his feet and sends him plummeting to the ring yet again, spilling across it but quickly rolling to his feet once more. Evermore jumps back to a standing base and backs into the turnbuckle, scaling it in reverse and standing on the second rope. Just as Psycho gets up Axl jumps from the second cable and comes down with an elbow right to the top of his opponent’s cranium. The blow sends Psycho faltering to the ring once more, wrapping his hands around his head then rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring. Psycho is attempting to create some space between himself and his opponent when Axl climbs onto the apron behind him then rushes across it, jumping off with a double axehandle over the upper back of his plus sized opponent. Psycho tumbles to his elbows and knees while Axl steps in front of him, beginning to deliver straight punch after straight punch right behind his eyes. Obviously Evermore is recalling how he was powerbombed into those chairs last week, how his career could have been ended at the hands of the challenger for his title. All of his pint up frustration is released via jab after jab until he feels a cold chill shiver down his spine, inspiring him to turn around and find himself face to face with Desolation. The crowd reacts with a loud ovation at the sight of these two men standing mono a mono yet again, just within range of one another’s fists. Axl eyes him suspiciously and mouths some threatening words in the direction of the individual now wearing his Cartel Championship over his shoulder, which further increases Evermore’s hostility.

Hurse: Keep your mind on the match Evermore, the last thing you want is a piece of Desolation. If you battle him it won’t have some lame ass Superman ending where you drain Desolation of all his super powers and then deprive us of one last great big battle.

Douglas: It’s like I’m out here with two Billy Mayne’s.

Mayne: I wish I did have a clone, that way I can star in one of those Doublemint gum commercials.

There is great tension in the air as Evermore and Desolation continue to eye one another very closely, looking on the verge of finally coming to blows for the very first time. That’s when Pat starts to count to ten on the inside of the ring, while also shouting at Evermore to get his ass back inside of the squared circle. Axl finally turns away from Desolation and moves towards Psycho who shockingly is already on his feet. He takes hold of Evermore’s hair and pulls him forward, whipping him directly at the steel steps which he turns and crashes into shoulder first. A groan emanates from the shocked fanbase as the steps barely budge and leave Evermore sitting side first against them in incredible pain. Psycho briefly shoots Desolation a threatening glare then turns and barrels forth across the mats, extending his foot and driving it into he side of Axl’s face, sandwiching his skull between his heel and the steps. Another gasp originates from the shocked fans as Axl grabs at his cranium, Mr. NYC rolling across the mats with a possible shooting migraine inflicted upon him at the hands of his demented opponent. Psycho steps back then rolls under the ropes, breaking up the official’s count who he also glares at menacingly. Evans doesn’t look frightened at all as Psycho rolls back under the ropes to the outside of the ring, pressing the advantage.

Somehow the Cartel Champion has risen to his feet with his back pressed to the steel steps, using them to hold his sluggish body up. That’s when Psycho grabs him by both sides of the face and delivers a brutal headbunt directly to his opposition’s cranium. Axl spills in reverse over the stairs, landing on the back of his neck and noggin then tumbling onto his side. He looks to have been rendered unconscious by that headbunt from his disgruntled opponent who now flips the steps up and out of his way, continuing after his laid out opponent. Axl is trying to stand back up, finding the will power to do so deep within when he’s taken by the hair and hit with yet another devastating headbunt that threatens to crack his very skull. The blow knocks the Cartel Champion backwards, sending him reeling spine first right into he barricade, falling against it spine first for support.

Dan: Headbunt after headbunt being delivered by Psycho.

Hurse: That is the hardest part of his body, believe me, I’ve been trying to get fresh information through that thick skull of his for years and he’s still as dumb as a post, and just as wooden, mwahahahahaha.

Mayne: You’ll have to write that one down in a Christmas card and send it to me.

The barricade continues to prop up Axl as Psycho moves towards him and again takes hold of both sides of his cranium. He rears his head and delivers another headbunt only to have Axl step out of the way in the nick of time. As a result, the Sadistic One’s forehead crashes with tremendous force right across the top of the barricade, the crowd screaming as a result of the sheer impact. He bounces off of the steel then turns, falling back first against it with a dazed glint in his eyes. The force in which his skull collided with steel has got him reeling, allowing Axl to get back on the advantage, which is exactly what he does. He steps in and delivers jab after jab into Psycho’s face, hitting him again and again right between the eyes. It seems to be doing the trick as Psycho is being worn down, sliding further and further down the barricade behind him.

Axl turns with Pat making his ten count incredibly slow, ensuring that Evermore isn’t disqualified and thus has no chance of leaving here tonight with his title. Evermore pays this little mind as he jumps onto the apron and now rushes across it, diving off at his still dazed opponent. The monstrous Psycho steps forward and catches Axl right on top of his shoulder though, the crowd screaming as a result. Instead of powering him back first into the apron Psycho twists his opponent and lifts him up into the air in a gorilla press that generates even further fear from the sold out crowd. Psycho is glaring over the barricade into the sea of chairs, looking to throw the Cartel Champion right on top of them just like last week.

Mayne: Say goodnight Axl!

Dan: Psycho is about to repeat what he did to Evermore just last week. He is absolutely insane!

Hurse: You say that as if it’s shocking.

As Psycho steps forward to throw his opponent into the chairs, Evermore slips off of his palms much to his luck. The murderous maniac is greatly disgruntled over the fact that he couldn’t destroy Axl, spinning around to face him and hoping to keep on the advantage. Just as he turns to face his opposition, Axl delivers a hard knee lift to his ribs, then does the same to the opposite side of his body. The Fully Loaded member keeps jumping forward with knee strike after knee strike, doing incredible damage to the portly body of his opponent with these blows. He finally takes him by the back of the head, charging him towards the ring and rolling him in under the cables. Evermore climbs up onto the apron and briefly gabs at his forehead, which has taken a beating in this bout, yet tries to steady himself for the impending high risk move. He waits as patiently as a jungle cat on the prowl as Psycho slowly rises to his feet on the inside of the ring and now springs to the top rope, flying off at his prey. He comes back down at Psycho who suddenly drops to his knee, causing Axl to land testicles first right on top of it. A loud groan comes from his body as he bends forward and cups his hands over his testicles, the Sadistic One already rushing spine first into the ropes in front of him. He bounces off and comes back in, lunging forward into a hard, stiff, sickening big boot that connects with Evermore’s face, sending him flipping over backwards almost and crashing into he canvas. The crowd is stunned at the sound of the boot which took Psycho off of his feet. He now rolls back to a standing base then rushes into the cables at the laid out Axl’s side, bouncing off and rushing forward before he jumps into the air, coming down with all the weight of his body crashing spine first into his opponent’s ribs. The fans’ collectively gasp as Psycho turns and falls into he cover. Pat Evans drops, making the count very quickly.

Miraculously Evermore is able to shoot his shoulder off of the canvas with just a few sparse moments to spare.

Hurse: Ah rats. Oh wait, am I suppose to hoping Psycho wins or loses? I kind of forgot who I came out here to try and screw over. Shit, I’ve said too much.

Dan: I knew it, and at least your not trying to hide it any longer.

Hurse: I have no idea what your getting at.

Mayne: Yeah, I heard nothing more than Hurse’s siren like vocals.

Psycho remains seated on the canvas, his features twisted, overwhelmed with hostility as he now turns, glaring into the face of Pat Evans. Obviously he wants to do a great deal of damage to him for not making the three count, yet Evans merely grins and indicates that it was a two count, but then promises to count faster on the next pinfall attempt. Therefore Psycho returns his focus to Evermore, briefly straddling his chest then leaning down with his palms over his throat, strangling the very life out of his body. Axl kicks his legs, trying to force the hands away from his throat in the process before Psycho takes him by the hair, dragging him up to his feet. The official does nothing to stop the blatant cheating as Psycho stands Axl up in front of him, wrapping his arms around his waist then dropping back into a big belly to belly over head suplex. Axl crashes into the canvas spine first, his body now lying there motionless as Psycho scurries into he cover. He buries his forearm into the side of Evermore’s face for good measure as Evans makes the three count even quicker on this occasion.

Axl again kicks out just before the three count can be rendered, sending the crowd into a loud ovation. Psycho rises to his feet, scowling furiously in the direction of Evans who shouts at the Sadistic One to keep on the advantage. Aurora screams the same demand from ringside, standing up and stomping her foot in the process. Psycho stands up slowly then takes his opponent around the neck, rolling him to his knees then grabs hold of his wrist, utilizing the gasp to drag him up to his feet. Evermore can barely stand as he’s struck to he sternum with a devastatingly stiff knife edge chop. His entire upper body buckles over backwards but due to the grasp on his wrist he remains upright. Psycho steadies himself and then whips Axl across the ring, sending him rushing into the opposite ropes, then charging forward at him with an attempted lariat. To a great ovation the Fully Loaded member ducks under it and turns, waiting for Psycho to spin around. Just as he turns to face his opposition Axl lunges into the air, meeting him with a dropkick to the sternum. Psycho is reeling but is not knocked from his feet as Evermore grabs him by the back of the head, jumping into the air and hitting him with a knee strike to the side of his head. He lunges upward and connects with a shot from the other knee now, backing his opposition up then rushing forward and jumping into the air. He connects with a double knee strike right o Psycho’s sternum, sending him staggering backwards and spilling through the ropes to the ropes to the outside of the ring.

Douglas: Axl fighting back against these odds and this monstrous Psycho with those brutal knee strikes!

Hurse: Leave it to Psycho to screw up a sure thing.

Psycho is recovering on the outside mats, trying to stand up when Axl moves to he cables that his opponent is on the opposite side of, gabbing the top rope and preparing to pull himself over into some type of high flying move. That’s when Evans jumps right into Axl’s path, blocking him from connecting with the move, dragging him away from the cables. Evans insists that Axl keeps going to the outside and that he keeps this match in the ring. A now angered Evermore takes Evans by the shirt and switches positions with him, cocking back his fist for a hard strike when Psycho slides back into the ring behind him, rushing forward and hitting a lariat to the back of Axl’s neck. The blow sends him crashing to the canvas face first, bouncing off of it and then rolling onto his back while Psycho steps forward right into Evans, bumping him backwards. The Sadistic One scowls into the features of Evans all the while who orders him to get back to the brutality against Axl, to stay focused. Psycho scowls at him but listens to his wisdom, turning and moving towards his opposition who is still trying to stand up despite the beating he’s suffered thus far. Psycho grabs him by the hair, dragging him up to his feet and then taking him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring yet again into the opposite ropes. Evermore bounces off of the ropes and comes charging back in when Psycho catches him with a tilt a whirl only to have Axl spin out of it, landing on his feet in front of his opposition. Evermore lunges into the air for a leg lariat only to have Psycho duck under it, Evermore landing on his feet behind him as a result. He spins around quickly and comes rushing forward only to be caught against Psycho’s shoulders, then dropped back into a devastating Samoan drop. The collision with the ring knocks all of the air out of Axl’s body, and causes the crowd to cringe over the sheer force of the landing. Psycho leans back, hooking both of Axl’s legs and becoming quite confident that victory is well within his grasp at this point. Desolation shouts at Pat to make the count, which is exactly what he does, dropping down and quickly slapping the canvas.

The fans are astonished as Evermore is still able to get his shoulder up off of the canvas, narrowly escaping being pinned and having his Cartel Championship stolen from him.

Hurse: Dammit Psycho, you’re useless, absolutely useless! How can you not get the job done already!?! What do we have to do, shoot Axl so you can pin him already?

Douglas: At this rate that’s what it may come to, as Axl is still in there fighting against all of these odds.

Mayne: And boring us to tears throughout the process.

Axl rolls across the canvas gripping at his mid-section while Psycho seethes in a sitting position on the canvas. Every inch of his flesh trembles with rage as a result of Evermore’s kick out, realizing that it’s going to take every fiber of his being to put him away for the three count. He finally rises to his feet in an angry manner and takes hold of both of Evermore’s wrists, lifting up on his upper body then burying his foot to his chest and pushing him right back down to the canvas spine first with great force. The reverse double stomp seems to have finally taken the fight out of Axl while Psycho steps to his side and lunges into the air, coming down knee first right into his opponent’s face. The Cartel Champion’s body kicks up into he air then begins to convulse while Psycho rises to his feet once more with frustration clear in his mangled features. He now takes hold of Axl’s hair, forcing him up to a seated position then locking in a rather textbook seated abdominal stretch, attempting to work over the ribs and mid-section of the Cartel Champion. Most of the fight seems to have been taken out of Axl due to the constant, unyielding beating he’s sustained at the hands of his challenger. The crowd slaps the barricades and shouts for Axl to fight through this, which exactly what he’s trying to do despite being in ungodly agony. His heels begin to smack against the canvas and his free fist balls up, shaking in the air to a loud reception. All the while, Evans is right in Axl’s face, shouting at him to tap out, demanding that he submit as there is clearly no other alternative at this point, yet Evermore refuses to listen, to pay heed to these commands.

Dan: Axl is still trying to prevail against these odds, he’s fighting with every last inkling of remaining strength to reach his feet.

Hurse: The guy doesn’t possess a lot of strength to begin with, he can barely lift a carton of milk for crying out loud.

Mayne: I have trouble with that sometimes, and have pulled several muscles in my back trying to do it. And here I was led to believe that milk made a body strong.

Evermore is still being twisted and ravaged by this submission, which is draining him of all his remaining passion, all of his remaining strength. Yet much like his opponent his desire to win his unyielding, beginning to force himself up to his feet ever so slowly while still trapped in the abdominal stretch. His arm is still shaking out to his side, his face is still twisted with conviction and the fans are still behind him. Psycho does not look happy, and neither does Pat Evans, or Desolation at ringside, who shakes his head in sheer embarrassment over what he is seeing. Finally Evermore rises to his feet with Psycho still trying to twist and contort his body with all the power he has left in his passionate frame. Axl begins to shake his entire frame to try and jostle free before reaching down and taking hold of the leg of Psycho as a last ditch effort. He lifts up on it and causes Psycho to begin to lose his balance, forced to break the stretch as he hops up and down on one foot, Evermore turning to face him. He pushes down the leg and sends Psycho into a spin, twisting all the way back around to face his opponent then launching a lariat at his throat. Axl ducks it at the last second, stepping behind Psycho who turns to face his opponent and walks right into a superkick to he face. Wait, no, Psycho has caught Evermore by the ankle before the boot could connect with his jaw, forcing Axl to turn his body and jump into he air. He hits an enzugari straight to the back of Psycho’s head, the blow sending the scared challenger tumbling forward into the ropes. He lands throat first on the second cable, remaining positioned there while a tired Evermore rises to his feet, every inch of his frame perhaps aching.

He is prepared to deliver a huge move when Pat Evans steps in his way, brandishing him, demanding he stop whatever he is doing. Evermore pretends to listen and then shoves Evans out of the way, charging forward across the ring and then grabbing the top rope, pulling himself over it and twisting his body so that he comes down leg first across the back of Psycho’s head. The Sadistic One is choked against the cables, causing him to roll back into the ring gagging for air while Evermore stands up on the apron, steadying himself. He is about to take to flight when his eyes cut towards Desolation who is moving in his direction in a threatening manner. As soon as Evermore’s vengeful eyes gaze upon him Desolation puts up his palms and walks backwards, acting completely innocent. This momentary distraction has given Psycho enough time to rise to his feet in the ring, Axl quickly springing to the top rope and taking flight. He soars through the air and twists around into a huge back elbow right to the sternum of the challenger for his title. Both men go crashing to the canvas while the crowd screams passionately.

Hurse: Oh Jesus, this is just painful to watch.

Mayne: How is Psycho failing when he’s been given a guaranteed victory?

Hurse: Leave it to Psycho to find a way to lose.

Axl rises quickly to his feet, he Cartel Champion feeding off of the crowd’s enthusiasm as Aurora Rose now jumps onto the apron, trying to distract Evermore. Axl spots her from the corner of his eye then charges at the ropes running perpendicular to the ones she standing outside of. He springs onto the middle rope then twists his body, connecting with a dropkick right to Aurora’s face, sending her crashing off the apron to the outside mats.

Dan: Aurora tried to get involved and she was taken out!

Hurse: How in the world is this happening?

Desolation continues to look on with disappointment as Pat gabs Axl by the shoulder, spinning him around and pointing at his referee shirt. He is trying his best to distract Evermore as to give Psycho time to recover, which is exactly what the monster is doing as he slowly pulls himself up with the help of the cables. Axl nods his head then unexpectedly grabs hold of Pat’s wrist, dragging him forward into his shoulders and standing up tall as he steps sideways in the direction of the ropes. Evans is fighting it until he is given a death valley driver over the ropes, sending him landing on top of a rising Aurora, both individuals crash to the mats with tremendous force. The fans are screaming their heads off as Axl begins to turn around right into Psycho who kicks him to the gut then drags his head under his seat. Psycho hoists him into the air then charges forward, throwing Evermore through the air into a crucifix powerbomb. Axl’s entire body folds up upon the landing, which generates screams from the sold out audience, who are in sheer disbelief over what they just witnessed. Psycho falls to his knees in an exasperated state and now crawls into the cover, pushing Axl onto his back then hooking his leg for the pinfall while the crowd screams excitedly. Some of the fans make the count despite there being no official to render one as Evans is still lying on top of Aurora at the outside of the ring.

Hurse: He should have the win, God dammit, Psycho should be the new Cartel Champion right now! He’s making us all look like a bunch of GOOBERS!

Dan: Evans is taken out on the outside of the ring as well as Aurora Rose, there’s nobody who can legally make this count!

Hurse: You know what, I’m sick of Psycho being a constant failure, it’s time I stepped in here.

Mayne: Yeah, you show him who’s boss.

Douglas: Oh God, sit back down! Aren’t all the odds stacked against Evermore enough?

The sound of a headset hitting the announce table is heard as Hurse stands up and moves towards the ring. Desolation obviously is getting the same idea that further assistance is needed as he slides the Cartel Championship into the squared circle under the ropes. He now begins to shout at Psycho to use it as the angry goliath rises to his knees, fuming over the fact that his contest is continuing even after all he’s done to Evermore. Begrudgingly he rises to his feet and sluggishly approaches the Cartel title, grabbing the glistening championship off of the canvas. He slowly lifts it into the air, examining his reflection in the highly polished surface then looking over his shoulder at the struggling Evermore. He seems to be debating rather or not this is the best course of action to take, rather he should cheat his way to victory like this.

Mayne: What the hell are you doing Psycho!?! Don’t start second guessing yourself now!

Douglas: I think Psycho is starting to realize that he, *gasp* has a conscious.

The infuriated Hurse jumps onto the apron and begins to point and shout at Psycho to use the damn title belt already. He keeps making a swinging motion with the belt while pointing at Evermore and ordering him to go through with it. Psycho stands there seething as he listens to these demands, which are also being shouted at him from the opposite side of the ring by Desolation. The Dark Man slaps the apron and threatens Psycho who finally raises the belt and glares sinisterly at his laid out opponent, who is struggling to regain his faculties. The twisted desire of Psycho becomes clear in his prominent eyes as he bends forward, waiting for Axl to stand, which is exactly what he’s trying to do. He gets up to a hunched forward base, absolutely reeling after that last Psychosis Bomb when Psycho charges forward and swings the belt, right into the jaw of the World Heavyweight Champion. The crowd reacts with a tremendous ovation as Psycho slaps the belt against the face of perhaps his most bitter rival, sending him crashing with force to the outside mats. Desolation backs up, looking truly embarrassed that any faith was placed in Psycho.

Mayne: WAIT, NO! That wasn’t who you were suppose to HIT!

Douglas: Psycho just took out Hurse! He just took the head off of his most hated rival, and perhaps finally came to his senses.

Billy: This man gets stupider every time I see him.

Hurse is laid out at ringside now, gripping at his jaw while Desolation makes his way towards him, attempting to help his partner back to his feet. Inside of the squared circle though, Psycho has turned with his malicious gaze set on the still struggling Evermore, gripping the belt even tighter than before. He nods his head eagerly while licking his lips in delight over the impending course of action he’s going to resort to in order to win the Cartel Championship. The crowd is screaming as Evermore is on his feet, turning slowly in the direction of Psycho who rushes forward, swinging the belt directly at the head of his opposition who ducks out of the way. The Challenger is stunned as he spins around to face Axl who meets him with a step up enzugari to the back of the head. Somehow Psycho is able to remain upright, his arms swinging at his sides to keep himself upright after taking that stiff strike to the skull. Mr. NYC rises to his feet before kicking his still standing opponent to the ribs, doubling him over and hooking both of his arms, looking prepared to deliver the Flipside!

Dan: Axl is setting up for the FLIPSIDE!

Mayne: How is this possible!?!

Axl begins to lift Psycho up to deliver his double underhook piledriver when Pat Evans clubs him viciously over the upper back, preventing him from delivering the move. The crowd responds with outrage at the sight of this, the official physically attacking Evermore then reaching down grabbing hold of his ankle. It is lifted into the air and Axl crashes forward to the canvas, being placed in the ankle lock by his rival Evans. The crowd is screaming with rage and repulsion as the Submission Champion rips and tears at the ankle of the Cartel title holder, who is trying his best to fight through this agony.

Mayne: Yes, yes, I say this a lot, but I mean it more so now than ever, thank God for Pat Evans.

Douglas: This is just outrageous! Pat Evans is suppose to be an impartial official!

Billy: He was until Evermore put his hands on him.

Axl is roaring in pain as his ankle is almost snapped at the hands of Evans, who’s eyes are bight with pure, uncontrollable rage. Aurora has now slid into the ring and is already stomping down at the back of Axl’s head repeatedly, the two double teaming him. Psycho is seated on the canvas, trying to regain his senses after that stiff enzugari when Desolation slips through the ropes in front of him, rushing forward into a hard boot right to his face. The crowd groans over the sound of the stiff kick which lays Psycho out completely at this point. As he lies there Hurse slides into the ring, still gripping at his jaw but crawling forward on top of the man he permanently scarred, beginning to deliver punch after punch into his mangled facial features.

Douglas: Now both Evermore and Psycho are being assaulted in the ring at the hands of Pat Evans, Aurora Rose, Desolation and Hurse, this is the biggest travesty of a match that I think I’ve ever seen.

Mayne: This is the best ending I could possibly foresee for this bout.

Every muscle and bone in Axl’s ankle is almost broken as Evans methodically rips and twists at it with great delight. Aurora jumps into the air with an extension of her leg and drops it right across the back of Evermore’s head, doing even further damage while Desolation has his foot now pressed to Psycho’s throat, holding him down and allowing Hurse to shout into his face. Hurse is pointing at Psycho, yelling some type of insane gibberish, in an absolute rage over having his face struck with the Cartel title belt. After all this punishment Axl looks incapable of putting up a fight, therefore at Aurora’s behest Evans breaks the ankle lock. He now opts to take hold of one of his arms, Aurora grabbing the other as both individuals force him up to his feet, Mr. NYC unable to put much weight on his ankle though, which may have been ripped to shreds thanks to this assault. Evans has hold of one arm while Aurora grips at the other, leaving Axl completely unable to pose a challenge. Their eyes now deviate towards a smirking Desolation who slowly steps forward and bends down, taking hold of the Cartel Championship, lifting it from the canvas. He raises the belt towards his face, planting a kiss on the surface then polishing it with his tapped wrist. His eyes methodically turn in the direction of Evermore, focusing on his face as Axl glares back at him in his dazed, almost incoherent condition.

Dan: Oh no, Axl is at the complete mercy of Desolation.

Mayne: Hahahahaha, this is the moment we’ve all been waiting for, we’re finally going to see Desolation rip Axl apart. They’ve stayed away from each other for so long, and now Desolation is about to remind Evermore why that long period was such bliss.

Hurse is still straddling Psycho, slugging him repeatedly in the face, taking great delight in damaging his features even more than he did all those years ago. There is a diabolical twinkle in Desolation’s eye as he bends forward, preparing to crack Axl right in the face with the Cartel Championship. The anticipation is building in the arena, wondering if they’ll finally come to blows and hoping that Axl’s head won’t be taken off with his own belt at the hands of the twisted Dark Man who suddenly begins to rush forward when the lights go out in the Manhattan Center and the Cartel-Tron's feed changes to a screen of static.

Mayne: What the hell is going on?! Why did we lose our lights during the GOOD part??

Douglas: I think, if the past weeks are any indication, the CODE is about to tell us why!

The static cuts to a screen of raining green code as techno music begins to play in the background. The code begins forming phrases and sentences in the center like before.

HE'S BEEN BIDING HIS TIME...UNTIL JUST THE RIGHT TIME.

Mayne: WHO, dammit? For Hurse's sakes, WHOOOOO???

AND TONIGHT ON RIOT!...HIS TIME IS NOW.

Inside the ring, Evans and Aurora have let up on their attack on Evermore, and can no longer see either him or Psycho in the pitch black, fumbling around in the dark to keep from attacking each other. Desolation has stopped in mid-swing, his eyes also shooting towards the entry way while Hurse looks around fearfully.

THE MEDIUM IS THE MESSAGE...THE MESSAGE IS THE MEDIUM.

The words fade as the code screen goes black, with new words, in white text, fading in on the black screen.

AND HIS RETURN WILL BE HERALDED BY TWO SIMPLE WORDS.

The two words being referred to are highlighted by a red glow as the sentence fades out, then they fade in.

SEX & VIOLENCE

The crowd suddenly breaks out into a huge cheer when the words show up. The lights come back up as Aurora, Desolation, Evans and Hurse are looking at the screen. Behind them, perched on the top turnbuckle, is none other than...

Douglas: MAX CRAVEN!!! IT'S MAX CRAVEN!!! HE'S BACK!!

The crowd cheers even more as Evans and Rose turn to finally notice him. He flies off the turnbuckle with a mighty leap and floors both of them with a high cross-body, rolling out of it, then coming back and mounting Evans with a flurry of rights and lefts! Desolation and Hurse stand back in shock over what they’re witnessing, vacating the ring promptly.

Douglas: Max Craven is BACK and he's getting his revenge on Pat Evans for getting him suspended all those months ago!

Mayne: No no no, this can't be happening, it just CAN'T! It's just a dream...just a dream...

Aurora inside the ring gets up and pulls Max up off Evans by his hair and smacks him hard in the face, turning his head. The crowd goes "OHHHHHHH" as he turns his head back to her, smirking widely, and grabs her by the hair.

Mayne: Aw no, he's got Aurora Rose by the hair, what's he gonna do to her?? Doesn't he know that abuse of women is ILLEGAL in New York City?

Douglas: Yet you'll wholeheartedly endorse Hurse beating up Robin Brooks?

Mayne: That's different! Robin's not really a woman, and she deserves the beating!

Max rushes Rose to the ropes, where just outside stand the Alpha Generation, and tosses her over to them, Hurse and Desolation catching her and being grounded in the process!

Mayne: NOOOOOOO!!! Our beloved Global Tag-Team Champions!

Evans inside the ring uses the opportunity to try and sneak up on Max, but as soon as he gets a hold of him, Max gets his leg up, kicking Evans in the groin and making him turn away, grabbing his crotch in pain. As Evans falls to his knees in the middle of the ring, Max runs to the ropes and flips over the kneeling Evans with a neckbreaker, completely knocking him out of the match.

Douglas: After eliminating Aurora Rose AND the Alpha Generation from the matchup, Max Craven knocks out the Guest Referee with a variation of his Big Stiffy Blockbuster! Folks, I don't know if this match can now be ruled a "no-contest" or what, but what I DO know is that Max Craven has returned...SEX AND VIOLENCE have returned...with a VENGEANCE!

Psycho has rolled into one of the corners, sitting up against it and watching this scene unfold while Desolation and Hurse try to get up out from under Aurora. Max turns and spots them standing up straight, struggling to their feet, therefore he rushes forward and dives over the ropes, twisting inside out into a huge senton right on top of all three of them, the crowd going absolutely insane over what they are witnessing. The entire Manhattan Center is on their feet, overwhelmed with excitement at the sight of Max’s return and his subsequent removal of the Alpha Generation as well as Aurora from ringside.

Douglas: Max Craven flying all around the ring, this is madness, absolute madness!

Mayne: It’s light the closing scene from Animal House, just not funny.

Inside of the ring Axl has risen to his feet and approaches the dazed, staggering Evans. He is unable to hold himself up when Axl steps towards him and begins to drill him under the jaw repeatedly, backing him up with each shot and then jumping into the air with a huge spinning heel kick right to the sternum of his rival, taking him down to the canvas spine first. On the outside of the ring Max has dragged Hurse to his feet, clobbering him repeatedly to the jaw and backing him up the ramp while Desolation rolls towards the squared circle. He grabs the tarp hanging from the apron, dragging himself up to his feet with its help and then climbing up onto the apron. Evermore rolls to his elbows and knees, rising to his feet then turning to find himself glaring right into the dazed features of Desolation. Axl points at him and clinches his fists, beginning to move forward in order to finally get his hands on the groggy Dark Man. As soon as he steps forward though, Psycho rushes up behind Evermore and cracks him straight in the back of the head with the Cartel Championship. The crowd responds with disgust as Axl is knocked to the canvas, Psycho throwing down the belt and dropping onto his rival, burying his forearm into his unconscious face for good measure.

Everyone is screaming as Desolation now slips into the ring, approaching the dazed Evans and grabbing him by the shirt, pulling him over onto his chest and stomach then grabbing his hand. He doesn’t seem to care that Psycho is pinning Evermore even after striking his tag team partner, more obsessed with seeing Axl lose his title.

Mayne: Psycho has finally come to his senses and knocked Axl out cold with the title! But what is Desolation doing? Is he actually helping the man who just hit his partner with the belt win the Cartel title?

Dan: This is absolute lunacy.

Psycho glares at Desolation in bewilderment but the Dark Man doesn’t care as he lifts Evans’ hand into the air, slapping it against the canvas repeatedly. The fans are begging for someone to help but Max is too predisposed with decking Hurse to the jaw, and doing the same to Aurora on the ramp.

The entire Manhattan Center is reacting with absolute astonishment as Evermore has just been defeated for his Cartel Championship despite the shocking return of Max.

Dan: NO! NO!!!

Mayne: It worked, their plan worked! Axl is no longer Cartel Champion! I feel like throwing a ticker tate parade.

Douglas: This is robbery, this is absolute highway robbery! Evermore has been screwed out of the Cartel Championship thanks to Desolation.

The crowd is still booing furiously as Psycho rises to his feet, grabbing the Cartel Championship off of the canvas then placing it to his chest. He doesn’t have long to celebrate as he glares right at Desolation, who eyes him oddly, neither man sure what to think. The fans’ reaction changes when Max slides back into the ring, Craven jumping up and running at both individuals who roll from the ring with quickness. Desolation grabs Pat by the ankle, dragging him out of the ring and then letting him drop to his knees, grabbing at the back of his head in the process. He grins despite his pain however when he looks into the ring and realizes what has happened, that Psycho is the new Cartel Championship, and per the agreement made with Krissie last week, it was his hand that made the deciding three count.

Max keeps his eyes on all four individuals gathered on the ramp with Psycho jumping over the barricade with the Cartel Championship now draped over his shoulder. Hurse holds his jaw and glares at Psycho spitefully while his long time rival grins with the Cartel Championship held above his head. Inside of it MAX has requested a microphone, which has promptly been placed in the palm of his hand.

Douglas: Fully Loaded reunited here tonight on Riot! And I think we now know who Axl Evermore’s tag team partner is going to be at Redemption Roe. However, nothing would stop Desolation from ensuring that Evermore didn’t leave here tonight with the Cartel Championship.

Mayne: MAX was suspended months ago, he shouldn’t be allowed back in this arena. It isn’t fair, this is as unjust as a sequel to the Santa Claus. But at the very least, he still couldn’t save his partner from losing the Cartel Championship.

Max assists the dazed Axl to his knees while shaking his head in disgust over what has transpired here tonight. He still turns and raises Evermore’s arm into the air though with the crowd in the Manhattan Center giving a respectful round of applause. Desolation and Evans both grin menacingly in the direction of the dazed yet furious Evermore, MAX shoots a beaming stare in the direction of Aurora Rose, who is being assisted to her feet by a reeling Evans and Hurse.

Max: Although you sons of bitches may have just screwed this man out of his title, we all know the real WINNER of this match...and STIIIIIILLLLL the IWC Cartel Championnnn is...AXLLLLLL EVERMOOOOOOORRRRRE!!!

The crowd cheers wildly as "Step Up" hits over the PA again and Max raises Axl's hand symbolically in triumph. Despite being reunited with his tag team partner, Evermore is anything but jovial as he glares into the eyes of his rivals at ringside, finally realizing that the Cartel Championship is gone from around his waist. Their reuinion is cut short, however, when Krissie McMorris emerges from the back, microphone in hand and a really pissed off look on her face.

Krissie: HOLD ON JUST ONE MINUTE AND STOP THE DAMN MUSIC!! Dammit Evermore, I told you that if anybody interfered in the match on your behalf, you'd be disqualified, stripped of your title, and removed from the Gauntlet at Redemption Roe! And although you’ve already lost your belt to Psycho, I’ll take particular satisfaction in removing….

Max holds back an angry Evermore and raises the mic back up to his lips to respond to the charges.

Max: THAT'S RIGHT, Bitchy McWhorris! And you rattled off a LAUNDRY LIST of names who couldn't show up...but I...wasn't...on it!

The crowd cheers as Max has poked a hole...heh heh heh...in Krissie's logic, rendering her sputtering and speechless.

Max: And IN FACT, I showed up to make things FAIR again! And even though I couldn’t stop this bullshit from transpiring out here, you have no legal right to remove Evermore and I from the gauntlet. So Krissie, go back to your carpet munching babe, because…

He glances at Evermore, who smirks back at him despite the loss he’s suffered tonight. They both raise their hands, close them into fists with their thumbs sticking out, and point to themselves three times like RVD.

Max: That's right...SEX and VIOLENCE are BACK and so is Fully Loaded!

Krissie: ...FINE! Fully Loaded will still be in the Gauntlet...but don't think you're going to get away with this! IN FACT... not to pile the bad news onto your shoulders boys, but Fully Loaded will be the FIRST team in the ring at the Gauntlet! Have a nice night, you cheating sons of bitches!

Douglas: WHAT??? I can't believe this! She's making Fully Loaded the first team in the ring at the Global Tag-Team Crown Gauntlet! Wasn’t Axl being screwed out of the Cartel title enough?

Mayne: I love it! Now they'll have to fight through EVERYBODY to get to Desolation and Hurse for the Titles at the end! And they should consider themselves LUCKY that she even let Evermore stay in the match!

Krissie leaves with an evil smirk finally on her face as Evermore and Craven just turn to each other, shrug, trying not to let this loss ruin this moment, and climb adjacent turnbuckles to raise their arms victoriously to the cheers of the crowd as "Step Up" hits again.

Douglas: What a shocking, and disgusting turn of events! Thanks to the timely return of Max Craven, Evermore has a partner for the gauntlet, and he’ll get a chance at retribution against all of these individuals who screwed him out of the Cartel Championship. But he’ll have an uphill battle.

Mayne: Yeah, but now, thanks to the fact that they pissed off the woman signing their one-dollar checks, they're FIRST and have to go through EVERYBODY to get to the Champions!

Douglas: I wouldn't count them out, though, as they have proven themselves to be quite formidable against the odds! Fans, we've still got more RIOT! to go, and with that big tag team match still coming up, will Hurse, Pat Evans, and Aurora Rose be in healthy enough shape in time to compete in the ring as Hurse teams up with Orlando Cruze?? Find out when we come back!

The majority of those crammed into the building are on their feet in celebration over the return of Fully Loaded, who look more than ready for Redemption Roe.

Dan: What an absolutely shocking turn of events here tonight on Riot! just one week removed from our next pay-per-view event. Max is back., and Axl’s Cartel title has been robbed from him.

Mayne: These guys have no reason to celebrate. Let’s switch to something else, something that’s mildly entertaining, PLEASE!

Max and Axl Evermore are both standing on the diagonal turnbuckles with their arms raised above their heads, Evermore imploring Desolation re-enter the ring. Psycho continues to back up the ramp with the Cartel Championship lifted high above his head.

DEFAMATION PART 2

The large white door with the fancy small plate-glass windows again comes into the forefront of the camera. Johnny Kingdom’s front door is still surrounded by a mighty brick wall on all sides, with the door bell being at the forefront of the camera. The words, “previously recorded” remain in the bottom left hand corner of the screen, indicating that this footage was taken from earlier in the week. A chubby, greasy finger extends out from behind the camera and pushes the door bell button, sending that same tranquil tune all throughout Kingdom’s abode. The melody is in stark contrast to the loud groan which erupts from the confines of Johnny’s home, emanating from the disgruntled former World Heavyweight Champion. The door now swings open abruptly and the face of the man considered to be the new IWC owner emerges. The Team Leader sticks his head out into the frigid air, his skin a light shade of red due to his sheer frustration over these constant interruptions. Before he even has the chance to see who he’s talking to, he lets out a very grumpy shout.

Kingdom: WHAT!?!

Once his eyes meet with the face of the individual who intruded on his personal time, he realizes that he shouldn’t be remorseful whatsoever over his infuriated introduction. Actually, now that he realizes who’s standing on his doorstep his eyes lower and his face is swallowed whole by the palm of his hand. The camera lens drawls back and reveals the large, sweaty, unconcealed folds of Bob’s fat. The chunky Mnoose master stands with no apprehension and no pensiveness before his new apparent employer. A ham is gripped within both of his hands and smothered in saliva, mostly around the area where a big bite mark persists. With an almost child like wonder, Bob introduces himself, as if Kingdom doesn’t already know who he is, regrettably.

Bob: Hi bossy bud, I….

Johnny: Bob.

The Mnoose wrangler is stunned, taken aback by Kingdom’s statement.

Bob: WOW, you Bob too? I’m Bob.

Kingdom: Nooooo, I was saying that’s who you are…..

Bob: Yay! We both Bob’s. Bob and Bob, the Bobs!

The Team Leader slides his hand down his face in a truly melodramatic movement. He is beyond exasperated by this sheer idiocy redundantly inhabiting his doorstep.

Johnny: Is there some point to your random lunacy? Or are you just here to continue making my life miserable while killing the IWC’s ratings with the site of your exposed orangutan nipples?

Bob glances down at his exposed bosom and spots some honey glaze collected on his flesh. He extends his tongue and tries to reach it before sadly giving up. He then looks towards Kingdom who is impatiently waiting for an answer to his question, yet none seem to be forthcoming.

Bob: Bob like Bob. Bob wants to twiggle Bob’s wiggy. You be good Bob boss, and Bob will hunt all the mnooses for you, and give other Bob big hams that we can eat together!

Again Kingdom sighs and strikes the side of his head against the doorframe repeatedly, hoping it will be enough to knock him unconscious so this can’t possibly go on any longer. After much exasperation he digs his fingers into his eyes, rubbing at them passionately and with tremendous angst.

Kingdom: You know what, Bob is it? I have a very busy schedule, which mind you has nothing to do with controlling any wrestling company, as obviously I don’t have the necessary head injuries to run the IWC. So you can take your car, or…..

Johnny looks in his driveway and out into the street, realizing there are no out of place automobiles parked in either location.

Bob: Bob forgot how Bob got here. Bob followed the smell of the MNOOSES!

Johnny stares blankly at the portly individual for several awkward moments before speaking with no emotion in his voice.

Johnny: Well that’s just wonderful. Now get your fat, dyslexic ass off my property before I have to grab my broom. Go on now, GET!

Bob doesn’t budge, as if he’s too mesmerized to make a single solitary movement, or just too stupid to understand what is being demanded of him by his new employer. Kingdom winces and reaches into his house, grabbing a long broom stick and turning it so that he can jab the folds of Bob’s fat with the handle.

Kingdom: GET! GET!

There is still no movement from Bob, even when the broomstick jabs him in the eyeball. He merely closes his eye and keeps the same grin on his face, his expression not deviating even in the slightest. Finally Johnny realizes that this is pointless, putting his broom back in the house then slamming the door shut in anger. Bob still doesn’t flinch or change his expression in the slightest, he just continues to stare forward at the space Johnny previously occupied, clinging to his ham delightfully. Suddenly the door flies open again and Kingdom reaches out, dramatically taking the ham out of Bob’s hands and scowling at him in the process. He slowly backs into the house with the ham in his possession and his eye locked on Bob, shutting the door rather awkwardly.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

SEVERING THE TIES THAT BIND

The angry, frustrated expression of Adam Riddick is at the forefront of the camera’s frame, sweat seeping down twisted features as he moves quickly down a corridor. Obviously he’s enraged over what transpired throughout the night, including being assaulted at the hands of Pat Evans. His arm is draped over the shoulders of his adoring wife Kassie, who keeps him propped up as the two move towards their car, hoping to get out of the building before anything else can go wrong. Unfortunately, that appears to be asking far too much.

Kassie: Don’t you think you should at least try and talk to them?

Riddick: HELL NO!

Although he is remorseful for snapping at Kassie, he couldn’t contain his frustration any longer, especially as he feels a droplet of blood ooze out from behind the bandage placed over his forehead. Kassie is undeterred however, determined to try and make him think things out clearly before just walking away.

Kassie: You should at the very least talk to Faust before we leave, He almost looked willing to go through with our family reu….

Adam: I said no and I mean it. I gave them both a chance tonight and they blew it, just like they always do….

Oh reeaaaaalllly?

Both the Renegade and his wife pause abruptly, jarred by this voice and raising their heads to glare into the features of the Vampire Lord himself, Faust. The fanged force is sat on top of Adam’s car, his legs hanging over the rear windshield and his feet placed on the trunk. He leans forward with his elbows pressed to his knees and what almost appears to be a wood carving in his hand, which he is still shaving wood from with a small dagger of some sorts. Although initially surprised by his presence, Adam bulks up and steps forward, no longer leaning on Kassie for support even if his body is still racked with pain.

Riddick: Yes REALLY! And would you stop popping up out of thin air, it’s really starting to get annoying.

Faust: Sorry brother, but you can’t change nature.

Adam: I think otherwise.

This notion intrigues Faust, who looks up from his wood carving into the face of his agitated sibling.

Faust: Oh? And what are you insinuating by that?

The longer the conversation continues the more flustered Riddick is getting, his head beginning to pound again as he places his palm to his forehead.

Riddick: I’m gonna prove that you can change your nature, Faust. That unlike you, or Christian are willing to do, I’m up for changing who I am, starting by severing our ties once and for all!

This concept seems to amuse Faust who grins ever so slightly.

Faust: Is that so?

Adam: You’re damn straight. So you can consider our family meeting off tonight. You and Christian showed me that you’re incapable of putting your differences aside earlier in the show even when I was getting my ass beat down, and that no matter how hard I try, you two will always be the same selfish assholes you’ve always been.

Faust: Careful now Adam, one might be easily offended by such comments.

Riddick: Like I give a flying fuck anymore! I’m fed up, I’m tired of it, I’m washing my hands clean of you both. If you can’t even come together to help me after all I’ve done for the two of you, then fine, FUCK IT, we’re done, we’re over. Now get out my damn car.

Riddick’s demand is serious and the outward thrust of his finger is intimidating yet Faust merely smiles as he slides off the roof of the car. Kassie watches him sympathetically as the Vampire Lord drops to the concrete ground before them, twiddling around his wood carving in his palms.

Faust: Good for you Adam, it’s about time you stopped bending over backwards to placate Christian and I. It’s about time you grew a backbone, even if you don’t mean what your saying in the slightest.

Adam: The hell I don’t.

A chuckling Faust steps up and stands on his toes so that he can see deep into his brother’s eyes.

Faust: Of course you don’t. I can see it in your eyes. You still care Adam, and there’s nothing that can change that.

He steps back and nods in Kassie’s direction, making her a bit uneasy.

Faust: Now if you’ll excuse me my dear brother, I must be off to best a Dark Man. Take this to remember me by if you truly want to end our brotherhood.

The small wood carving is flicked in Riddick’s direction, Adam catching it out of the air spitefully. He bitterly watches his brother make his way to the ring to compete against Desolation, shaking his head angrily in the process. Kassie gabs Riddick’s wrist, turning it so that his palm opens up to reveal a miniature wooden model carved to look just like Adam.

DESOLATION VS. FAUST

The show comes back to the ring where Desolation is already standing, leaning back first against the apron and appearing quite foul in response to the Fully Loaded reunion which just transpired in the ring. His eyes are clouded with malice while his music plays in the background, preparing himself for the vengeful onslaught he’ll no doubt inflict on his impending opponent.

Mayne: Desolation is already out here, in fact he never left the ringside area after that Cartel title bout and the abomination which followed it. Boy does he ever look like he has some pint up frustrations he’s going to unleash on Faust even after he made sure Axl didn’t leave Riot! tonight with the Cartel title.

Dan: He’s no doubt upset still over the fact that Max made his return and put his hands on him, but then again, is Desolation ever happy. But if he’s looking for a human punching bag to get out his frustrations he may be looking in the wrong place.

Billy: Whatever, we all know Faust may not be stuffed with cotton, but he’s just as frail, delicate and bitter as a punching bag.

Dan: Those are literally all the things that a punching bag isn’t.

Desolation continues to scowl in the direction of the entry way 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 turnbucke 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 an agitated Desolation... like a bat. The Dark Man rolls his eyes at the sight of all these shenanigans.

Dan: Although Faust faced a rather surreal moment backstage he looks relatively unaffected, his mind is certainly still on the match at hand.

Mayne: It better be on the match, and not on his crumbling family relationship. I swear there’s more drama going on in his family than in the Spears’, or the Winslow’s, or the Tanner’s.

Douglas: Are you now just listing family’s from TGIF?

Bily: Sure, why not?

Dan: How about the fact that they’re not real?

Mayne: We have a vampire in the ring right now, so they’re just as real as he is in my book.

The crowd is anxious over this one as Faust and Desolation eye one another very closely, beginning to walk in circles as they anticipate what the other is going to do. Their eyes are interlocked while Desolation wears a seemingly arrogant smirk on his face. The bell chimes as both the Dark Man and the Vampiristic apparition step forward and find themselves locking up in a basic test of strength. They jockey for positioning against one another before the Dark Man goes into a spin under the arm of his smaller opponent. He immediately locks him in an arm ringer, twisting at the wrist of his opposition repeatedly, attempting to inflict as much damage as possible with this basic, yet effective submission. The Dark Man briefly lifts one finger up to his nose, compressing one of his nostrils then sending snot shooting from the other all over his opponent before going back into the hold.

Douglas: Desolation showing blatant disrespect for Faust.

Mayne: Why should he? Faust is just another flash in the pan. Sure he’s got white hair, the ability to drain people of their blood and to hang precariously upside down from backstage pipes, but other than that, what else does he got going for him?

The fans reply with vindictiveness as a result of the Dark Man’s callous display of disrespect and his continued advantage via the arm ringer. Suddenly Faust ducks his head forward though and drops to the canvas, rolling across it onto his seat then dropping to his spine. He now nips up onto his feet and goes into a spin, turning to face Desolation and quickly rushing forward. He drops into a slide between the legs of his opposition, slipping across his back under his opposition. As soon as he does he reaches out and wraps both of his arms around Desolation’s ankles, pushing up on them and causing his opponent to be tripped over forward. He crashes to the canvas chest and stomach first while Faust rolls over backwards, right over top the spine of his opposition. He lands upon his knees over the head of the Dark Man then applies a quick front chancery, obtaining the upper hand in this thus far chain wrestling contest. Desolation is attempting to escape this hold with all of his vigor, growing slightly agitated as he begins to power his way up to his feet. The smaller Faust stands in front of him, continuing to lean down into the hold with everything he’s got. His quick submission doesn’t last long though as Desolation quickly throws a fist into his ribs, followed by another strike. The blows weaken Faust’s grasp as the flustered Dark Man attempts to connect with yet another strike only to have his fist caught this time. The quick former SCW Champion spins around under his arm and now applies an arm ringer of his own, twisting his opposition forward. Desolation slaps his shoulder and bicep, attempting to get the blood flowing properly, but Faust quickly drags him into his side with a headlock. He squeezes his arms about his opposition’s neck and now tries to take him over into a side headlock takedown. Unfortunately, Desolation has his feet planted firmly against the canvas and refuses to be pulled down. Instead Faust finds himself hanging from Desolation’s neck, unable to land on the canvas. The Dark Man lifts him back up to an upright base.

As soon as the Vampire Lord is standing upright, Desolation spins around out of the hold and reverses into a top wrist lock in the process. He quickly places his palm to the bent elbow of his opposition and pushes against it, sending him into a spin. As Faust turns back to face Desolation he gets his head trapped in the classic neck cravat, his head being twisted at an awful angle. The former World Champion continues to twist and rip at the neck with all of his upper body strength, a diabolical smirk present on his face throughout. He shakes his head in the general direction of the jeering crowd, making it known just how apathetic his approach to this concept is. The moment Desolation takes his mind off of the offensive, the vampire swings his body, freeing his head then turning to face his opponent’s spine. He places his palms to Desolation’s shoulders then leap frogs over top of him, landing directly in front of the multiple time former World Champion. Faust then jumps into the air, wrapping his arm around his opponent’s neck then pulling him down into a side headlock take-down, this time there is no avoiding it. The fans put their hands together, screaming at the sight of the quick reversal which now has the Dark Man grounded, spread across his spine with Faust basically laying on top of his sternum.

Douglas: Faust again finding a unique way to counter Desolation’s technical onslaught by getting him down on the canvas and trapping him in that side headlock he was looking for earlier.

Mayne: Faust flies around more than Chris Angel, but all of his moves are just like that magician’s tricks, they’re all illusion and not for real.

Dan: What? I don’t even know what your trying to imply.

Billy: Me neither, it sounded good to me though, and let’s face it, I’m the only one who matters.

Faust is stretching at the neck of the Dark Man with his upper body strength, gritting his fangs in the process. Desolation reaches up and wraps his arms around his opponent’s waist though, rolling away from him and pulling his opposition over as well. He is trying to pull Faust down onto the back of his head and shoulders into a pinning predicament but he rolls through and pulls the Dark Man along with him. Desolation ends up on his knees with his opponent seated at his side, still holding him in the side headlock submission, his features flushed with hostility. A series of claps emanate from the fans as the co-holder of the tag team titles begins to force himself upwards, Faust standing at his side and still applying the submission with all of the strength he can muster forth from his biceps. Desolation’s ears are becoming cauliflowered the longer he finds himself in this submission before he finally throws a forearm into the kidneys of his opposition, followed by another strike. Faust refuses to release the hold though, his face filled with determination until the Alpha Gen member sticks his leg out in front of his opponent’s. He then pushes the Vampire Lord forward, causing him to trip over his leg and then crash to the canvas. Desolation immediately steps forward and grabs hold of Faust’s legs, lifting them into the air and placing them around his waist, wrapping his arms about the thin mid-section of his opposition. He lifts Faust up into a wheelbarrow only for the vampiristic figure to lock his arm around Desolation’s neck then pull him down into a side headlock takeover, the crowd cheering at the sight of the unique counter.

Douglas: Desolation again taken to the canvas and trapped in this side headlock!

Mayne: Why must Faust go to the same well so often. Come to the think of it, do people still use wells? I’ve never liked them ever since I fell in one as a child, and then again when I turned thirty.

Dan: Yes, Billy, we get it, much like your many ex-wives fully realize, you should not be allowed near giant holes.

The Dark Man remains spread across his back for only a moment before he lifts his legs into the air. He wraps them around the neck of his opponent then pulls him down into a head scissors submission. Faust stomps his heels against the canvas, trying to find a quick, nimble escape from this hold before he twists his body onto his knees. His head is still trapped between the knees of his the Alpha Generation representative, while crawling across his own knees. Trying to think quickly he pushes himself off of them and then lands on his knees on the opposite side of his opponent, then nips off of them again. He lands on his knees back in the original position he had been in, but all this maneuvering still isn’t enough to free his neck. Again he jumps into the air and lands on his knees right in front of Desolation so that their bodies form a perfect straight line. The Dark Man sits up as soon as Faust goes into a head stand, his body extended up into the air with his cranium still trapped. Before he can nip free of this submission the Dark Man wraps his arms around Faust’s waist and actually begins to stand up. He lifts Faust up off of the canvas from the top of his head and now holds him in a piledriver position. Before he can hit it though, his opponent tucks his head towards his chest and pushes up with his body, causing him to slip back first onto the Dark Man’s shoulder. He then falls sideways away from Desolation, grabbing hold of his arm in the process and utilizing it to drag him down to the canvas.

Douglas: A nice counter by Faust as these two are still seemingly feeling each other out.

Mayne: I tried to do that with my prom date, but then my cousin told me she’d tell my mother.

Dan: Sick, so very sick, it makes my stomach turn.

Billy: That’s what she kept telling me.

The arm drag sends Desolation rolling across the canvas directly onto his feet while Faust remains stretched across his side, recovering from having the air deprived from his skull. Desolation stands up and rushes at Faust who quickly rolls towards him, causing the Dark Man to have to leap frog his frame and continue into the opposite ropes. Instead of hitting the cables he grabs the top rope, pulling himself over then landing feet first on the apron, turning to face his rising opposition. Faust begins to step forward when Desolation pulls himself over the cable, looking for a shoulder block perhaps. The former SCW Champion spots this in the nick of time and as thus drops down out of the way, rolling towards the ropes. Desolation alters his move, tucking his head and rolling forward onto his feet with his back aimed in the direction of his opposition. Faust is quick to his feet, grabbing the ropes and jumping onto the middle one, he springs off as Desolation comes barreling in his direction. To the shock of many Faust tries to reverse leap frog Desolation who stops just under his opponent, turning his frame and catching him on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He looks ready to hit some type of huge, possibly devastating maneuver when Faust twists his body, pulling himself around and wrapping his arm around Desolation’s neck in the process. Faust twists his body and pulls Desolation down into another side headlock takeover from a unique position once again. Cheers emanate from the crowd at the sight of yet another clever counter from the Vampire Lord.

Douglas: Faust utilizing a strikingly similar strategy as Silencer earlier in the night when he was ironically working over Christian Savior, Faust’s brother, with those side headlock submissions. This is a good, methodical way to wear down your opponent, you make them exert a great deal of energy in trying to counter out of it.

Mayne: Dan, stop acting like you know what you’re talking about. Face it, your last match was before I was born, and I still heard how horrible it was.

Many of the fans are shouting at Desolation and demanding that he submit, so as to gratify them with a Faust victory. In spite of their demands the Tag Champion starts to force himself upwards, twisting his hips and getting to his knees. Faust sits up at his side before rising to his feet as he tries to maintain the submission he oh so cleverly got clamped on. The quick, nimble, agile Faust really squeezes the cranium of his opponent while licking his lips, savoring the brutality he’s inflicting on Desolation with this simplistic move. Suddenly Desolation buries his shoulder against the spine of his smaller opponent, hoisting him up into the air in a back drop suplex position. Faust continues to grasp hold of his adversary’s neck when the Dark Man charges forward, building tremendous speed as he charges across the ring. He stops just short of the ropes and as a result throws Faust off of his shoulder over the cables to the outside of the squared circle. The fans react with shock as the fanged force comes tumbling down spine first into the outside mats. His body slams against the thin matting, causing him to arch his back and then roll around roaring in agony. The high fall combined with the tumble onto the thin mats creates incredible pain which surges through his body while the crowd grimaces in disbelief.

Douglas: Faust falling from an incredible height thanks to Desolation!

Mayne: I guess vampires aren’t like cats, they don’t always land on their feet. And if they were like cats I’d be allergic to them, lord how I’d sneeze.

Dan: And sneezes would probably be the most creative things to ever come from your mouth.

Tremendous pain resonates all throughout Faust’s body while he rolls to his elbows and knees, trying with a tremendous struggle to reach his feet. With his palm pressed to his kidney area he finally does achieve an upright base when Desolation dives through the ropes, connecting with a suicide dive headbunt right into his opponent. Both Faust and Desolation crash into the mats with the crowd screaming over the high flying, agile move.

Mayne: OHHHH! Desolation flying with the grace of a bat, hahahaha, get the pun, get the pun?

Douglas: It’s too blatantly generic to miss.

As the crowd continues to cheer Desolation rolls across the mats onto his elbows and knees, those side headlocks having drained a great deal from his body. They lay just a few inches removed from the barricade which Desolation now takes hold of in order to rise to his feet, turning in the direction of the struggling Faust who is attempting to get up again. As soon as he stands though, Desolation launches his arm across his sternum and lifts his opponent off of the canvas, throwing him down back first right on top of the barricade. Another gasp emanates from the fans as Faust’s back bends over the top edge of the barricade thanks to the modified uranage. The pain shooting through his back is now amplified by this move as Desolation scoops him effortlessly up into the air, exerting only a little of his strength. He turns and with no disregard for his opponent, throws Faust with a scoop slam back first into the apron. He bounces off of it and then crashes to the mats, rolling across them with his spine arched and roars of anguish emanating from his frame.

Dan: GOOD GOD, Desolation is just ripping Faust’s back apart at ringside!

Desolation rolls into the ring then back out of it, breaking up the official’s ten count before slipping his hands into the hair of his opponent. He tries to pull him up but Faust swipes his hands away, remaining on his knees and gripping at his spine in the process. Desolation steps towards him and delivers a hard double axehandle to the top of h is head then forces him up to his feet, rushing him at the ring and rolling him in under the ropes. The battered Vampire Lord rolls across the ring to a crawling base, reaching for his back as he slowly rises to his feet. Somehow he finds the strength to get up while hunched over, Desolation standing up on the apron, only briefly turning to shout at one of his hecklers. After he’s embarrassed the pimply faced adolescent at ringside he turns, beginning to slip through the ropes into the ring only to have Faust rush at the perpendicular cables, springing onto the middle one. He flies off, twisting in mid-air then coming down leg first right across the back of Desolation’s head while he was still entering through the ropes. A huge reaction emanates from the fans while Faust grips at his back and convulses in pain, Desolation spilling through the ropes back into the ring. He drops onto his side, gripping at the back of his neck in the process, groaning in anguish.

Mayne: How did he do that!?! Faust’s back should be broken, he shouldn’t be able to hit agile moves like that, he shouldn’t be allowed to do anything right now but lay on the canvas and job to the Dark Man!

Douglas: Faust putting aside the pain in his back to exact some physical revenge on his opponent. I have no earthly idea how he’s still capable of putting up this type of fight.

Both men slowly begin to rise to their feet, looking equally as sluggish before Faust steps towards his opponent, delivering a hard chop right across his sternum. Desolation is staggered backwards into the ropes, hitting them spine first before Faust steps in and blasts him to the jaw with a forearm strike, followed by another one, and another, and another, and another. He is getting really aggressive with his opponent at this point, delivering stiff blow after stiff blow to the face of the Dark Man before finally taking him by the wrist. He whips him across the ring only for Desolation to reverse it, sending his opposition into the cables instead. Faust charges at the ropes then jumps into the air, landing feet first on the middle cable, springing off then twisting in mid-air. He comes down feet first only to be met with a spinning back heel kick right to the ribs by Desolation. The stiff strike doubles him over forward when Desolation takes him across the sternum then pushes him over in reverse into a back breaker right across his knee. Desolation stands up straight, pulling Faust off of his knee to an upright base then hoisting him up into the air. He drops back first across his knee again this time with a uranage back breaker. The fans react with disgust as Faust flips over the knee in reverse, landing in a crawling position while wincing with pain. Fluidly Desolation takes him by the hair, forcing his head under his seat then wrapping his arms around his waist, hoisting him up into the air onto his shoulders. A scream of disbelief emanates from the fans as Desolation rushes across the ring and running powerbombs Faust’s already damaged back right into the turnbuckle.

Douglas: AAAHHH!! A devastating, brutal series of moves targeting the spine! Faust may be crippled after that onslaught!

Mayne: There’s going to be no random high flying moves that can save him this time, hahahahaha, oh, that’s precious.

If Faust’s back wasn’t overwhelmed with pain it surely is now as he has crumbled to the canvas, Desolation methodically pulling him over onto his spine and digging his forearm into his face.

Faust kicks out with a few seconds to spare, getting his shoulder off of the canvas while Desolation looks up at the official as if slightly annoyed.

Mayne: What audacity, Faust should know better than to have kicked out, that’s like spitting in Desolation’s face, which is something you just don’t do.

Desolation rises to his feet and takes Faust by the hair, lifting his face up off the canvas while placing his boot to the side of his features. He skins his boot right across Faust’s face, knocking him down to the canvas and causing him to grab at his features in slight pain. Immediately after doing this Desolation pushes Faust over onto his back then buries his foot right into the fanged features of his opponent. He pushes down on his knee and scrapes his heel against the facial features of his opposition once again. Faust sits up and swipes his hands at his face while Desolation steps behind him and rushes in, dropping down with a knee right into his lower spine. Faust bounces off of the knee then rolls across the canvas towards the cables, Desolation following right behind him, giving his opponent no chance of escape. Before he can reach the ropes his opponent stops him, making sure he’s lying flat on his stomach then turning his own back towards the ropes. Desolation steps in reverse right onto the kidneys of his opponent, standing on top of them and leaning in reverse against the cables in the most nonchalant manner possible. The anger of the fans heightens while Desolation pats at his mouth, yawning while inflicting pain on the former 6 time SCW World Champion’s back. The official steps in, starting a five count before Desolation jumps into the air, coming down with a back first splash right across the kidneys of his opposition. Another gasp emanates from the fans while Faust rolls towards the ropes, his arm tumbling over the middle one.

Instinctively Faust tries to use the ropes to pull himself to his feet, even though his back is absolutely killing him. As soon as he stands up Desolation grabs him by the shoulder, spinning him around and then dragging him forward into his shoulder. He stands up and lifts Faust into the air, holding him in position for the Brand X (Kryptonite Krunch). The fans stand and watch as Desolation backs to the center of the ring in order to hit the move only to have his opponent somehow squirm free. The tune emanating from the fans changes drastically as Faust twists his body, coming down to the canvas on his feet behind the Dark Man. Faust gives the crowd even more reason to celebrate as he buries his takes Desolation around the arms and tries to lift him up for the Skeleton Key (Vertibreaker). Just as he gets him up half way the pain in his back becomes insurmountable, forcing him to drop Desolation right back down to the canvas in front of him. Faust is bent forward right behind his opponent who suddenly mule kicks him violently to the face. The stiff strike causes the Vampire Lord to stand up straight, flailing his arms at his sides to keep himself upright. Desolation turns and takes him by the wrist, whipping him with incredible force right at the turnbuckle. Faust ducks his head forward as he slams into the corner with enough force to send him flipping up and onto his seat upon the top rope. He only sits there for a moment before falling in reverse, flipping over backwards then landing on his feet once more. He staggers in reverse right into Desolation who connects with a devastating running buzzsaw kick directly to his spine. A gasp emanates from the crowd once more at the sound of the sickening strike which sends Faust tumbling forward to the canvas chest and stomach first.

Mayne: Ouch! Another series of strikes to the kidneys of Faust, even the mightiest of vampires would have to feel that one. Actually, do vampires have internal organs or skeletal systems, or are their bodies more jellyfish like?

Dan: Just shut up, please, Faust is being dissected at the hands of Desolation, his back is being picked apart a piece at a time.

The gathered masses collected in the Manhattan Center are still reeling from that last kick delivered with such expert timing to Faust’s spine, as is the fanged individual himself, who is still trying to recover on the canvas. The back of his hand is pressed to his spine as he tries to force himself up only to have a foot placed to the back of his head, Desolation toying with him by lightly kicking him. The Dark Man shows no emotion as he playfully kicks at the back of Faust’s head once more then lifts his elbow into the air, dropping it right into Faust’s kidneys, knocking him down to the canvas. Desolation quickly slides across his knees, standing up and then burying them right into Faust’s back. He drops in reverse, lifting his opposition into the air with a bow and arrow stretch that causes the Vampire Lord to start yelling out in pain. His arms flail in the air, trying to find some form of escape as he is absolutely racked right across the knees of his technically precise adversary. Desolation seems to take great joy in this infliction of pain upon the body of Faust, who is bent further and further over the Dark Man’s knee, folding him up till the his head almost touches the soles of his boots. Desolation shouts some mocking comments at his opponent, imploring him to try and give him more of a challenge than this.

The official ensures that the co-holder of the Tag Team titles keeps his shoulders off of the canvas, which he does expertly while continuing to apply this hold. Desolation licks his lips maliciously as he rips at the spine of the Vampire Lord further and further, until it almost snaps into pieces.

Mayne: Well, Faust is about to tap, might as well as ring the bell now and save us the slow anxious wait.

Douglas: All of us aren’t quite as ready to give up on Faust as you are Billy…

Billy: That would be your problem then Dan, not mine.

Dan: As long as Faust has life in him he’ll find a way to keep on fighting.

Mayne: Are you condoning the idea then that Desolation can justifiably murder Faust in order to win this match?

Desolation bends Faust even further over his knees, the muscles in his back about to rip asunder and his bones about to be shattered. All hope seems to be fading, flying out the window when Faust suddenly grabs Desolation’s hand that is stuck under his chin, lifting up on it enough to sink his fangs into his flesh. The Dark Man begins to yell out in pain and lessen his emphasis on the submission, allowing Faust to slip free, twisting as he comes down on top of Desolation’s sternum in a lateral press.

Desolation rolls over backwards on top of Faust, reversing the pin as the referee drops to make the count. Before any count can be made the Dark Man rises to his feet still holding Faust across his chest. Desolation pushes the legs of Faust away from his body, sending him around into a fallaway rock bottom only for the Vampire Lord to swing all the way around with his lower body. He ends up extending his legs out over Desolation’s back and wrapping them around his far arm before pulling him down in reverse into a crucifix pin to a huge reaction.

To the shock of many Desolation is able to kick out, dropping over onto his elbows and knees while Faust agonizes in his struggle to stand. He just gets up when Desolation charges in and almost decapitates him with a lariat, sending his body into a full corkscrew. After numerous rotations Faust comes tumbling to the canvas spine first, Desolation landing on his elbows and knees at his side. The crowd responds with an audible “Oh” at the sound of the sickening lariat which has now dashed all hopes of a Faust victory it seems.

Dan: A devastating lariat just delivered by Desolation who is remaining on the advantage in this contest.

Mayne: It’s over, it’s as over as Paris Hilton’s popularity. Don’t you adore my pop culture references?

Douglas: Yes, they’re about as adored as all that hair sprouting out of your nostrils.

Billy: I do take great care in braiding them.

Desolation scoots across his knees and falls into the cover, hooking Faust’s leg while burying his forearm into his face.

Faust again gets his shoulder up, aggravating Desolation at this point. He rises to his feet and delivers an aggressive stomp right to his opponent’s mouth, perhaps trying to bust his fangs loose. The blow only further intensifies all the anguish running through his frame while Desolation steps towards the turnbuckle, taking his time. He slips through the cables then begins to scale the turnbuckle, a smirk present on his features. It appears that he’s quite amused as he gets closer and closer to the top, perhaps prepared to display his agility yet again. The co-holder of the Tag Titles reaches the top rope, beginning to balance himself with great care as to make sure he has the proper footing. He slowly looks up now and finds himself shocked to spot Faust on his feet and rushing at the turnbuckle. He steps onto the second rope, then onto the top one before twisting his body, reaching in reverse with his legs and wrapping them around Desolation’s neck. A huge reaction comes from the fans as Desolation is yanked off the top rope and sent flipping forward with a huge head scissors. He crashes into the canvas spine first with the fans going nuts, Faust landing on the ring as well with his palm pressed to his kidneys in incredible pain.

Dan: WHAT AN ATHLETIC COUNTER! Faust has got himself back into this bout with a head scissors from the top rope!

Mayne: Damn his agility! If he isn’t a hot belly dancer then he has no use for it.

Faust agonizes as he reaches his feet, watching Desolation try his best to stand up in front of him. As the Dark Man tries to get up Faust pulls himself up a turnbuckle in reverse, standing on the second rope. He now dives off and twists in mid-air, connecting with a back elbow right to Desolation’s heart, taking both men down to the canvas yet again. However, Desolation is the quicker to begin reaching his feet, Faust still reeling from the brutality inflicted on his spine. Both men rise to their feet when the Vampire Lord is met with a jab to the face, followed by another strike right to the features. The Dark Man throws another jab that Faust ducks under, stepping around behind Desolation and wrapping his arms around his waist. He tries to drag him down into a reverse roll only to have the co-holder of the Tag Titles charge forward into the cables, pulling his opponent along behind him. Desolation hits the cables chest first and wraps his arms around them, Faust dropping back but unable to roll him up in reverse into the pin. He rolls over completely onto his knees backwards while Desolation turns to face him, stepping forward with a buzzsaw kick aimed at his skull. Faust ducks under it, causing Desolation to spin all the way around to now face his opponent who meets him with a kick to the gut. Faust places him in a front chancery and then reaches out, hooking his leg as he sets up for the Excalibur to a huge reaction. Just as he tries to lift him his back again goes out on him, Desolation landing on his feet right in front of his opponent then swinging around into an attempted discus clothesline. Faust ducks under it and charges into the ropes behind the Dark Man, bouncing off of them and then coming back in with tremendous speed. Desolation spins to face him when Faust jumps into the air, landing on his shoulders for a hurricarana only to be powerbombed down to the canvas. The fans react with shock as Desolation now buries his shoulders into the back of Faust’s knees, looking for the pinfall.

Faust shoots his shoulder from the canvas once more, sending the crowd into a loud uproar. Desolation gets to a single knee, his chest heaving and his eyes bulging from their sockets in disbelief.

Douglas: Faust kicks out again, nothing that Desolation seems capable of doing will keep him down in this match.

Mayne: Faust is like a gothic Energizer bunny, just without the drums or the big flappy ears.

Desolation stands up and steps over Faust, grabbing him by the hair and sitting him only to jab him to the face, knocking him right back down to the canvas. As soon as his opponent is laid out Desolation charges into the cables at his side, bouncing off then coming back in and jumping into the air. He extends his back, attempting to drop it into the ribs of Faust once more only to have him lift his knees into the air, causing Desolation’s spine to come down across them. He sits up and roars in pain while Faust rolls away from him onto his feet, drenched in his own sweat. Faust is upright with his palm pressed to his back before he rushes into the ropes behind his slowly rising opponent. He bounces off of the cables and comes charging at his adversary, bending forward for the Blood Lust (Spear). Desolation shoots his foot up into Faust’s face though, stopping the spear before it can connect. The stiff strike causes Faust to stand up dead on his feet, staggering backwards and putting him in perfect position for Desolation who rushes at him. The second he takes a step forward he’s met with a devastating superkick under the jaw from Faust, knocking Desolation down to the canvas as the Vampire Lord staggers around on his feet to a tremendous reaction. He turns and tumbles onto Desolation now, going for the victory.

Desolation shoots his shoulder from the canvas to the shock of the crowd.

Fans: 1-2-AHAHAH!

The crowd is absolutely stunned while Faust sits on the canvas sweating from head to toe, in a state of pure shock over Desolation getting his shoulder up.

Dan: AHHH, Faust just seconds away from emerging from this match victorious.

Mayne: No one beats Desolation, NO ONE! And even if they did it would take much more to finish him off than a superkick.

Faust is still sitting on the canvas in sheer shock over the fact that he has yet to emerge victorious from this contest as of yet. He rises to his feet ever so slowly while Desolation is trying to rise upward, getting to his knees in a very sluggish state. Faust steps towards him though and clamps on a front chancery, dropping back into a brutal DDT which plants the top of Desolation’s skull violently against the canvas. He rolls over onto his back, lying there in an unconscious state while Faust crawls into the cover in an exasperated state yet again.

No! Desolation gets his shoulder off of the canvas once again to the despair of the crowd. A very sweaty Faust rises to his feet, his hand pressed to his back as he takes Desolation around the neck, leading him up to his knees then delivering jab after jab right into the skull of his dastardly opponent. Each shot avenges the transgressions of the Dark Man that have been made against the roster tonight. Faust takes particular delight in these jabs as he grabs Desolation under the jaw, leading him to his feet and taking hold of his wrist. He pulls him forward into an attempted lariat only to have Desolation duck it, stepping behind his back. The former SCW Champion spins around right into a boot to the ribs, Desolation taking him by the wrist and dragging him into his shoulders. He stands up holding Faust in a fireman’s carry position, taking him around the back of the head in the process and perhaps trying to adjust him into a Brand X predicament. Faust is able to slip off of his shoulders though, landing on his feet behind his back when Desolation turns and rushes forward, being caught though then lifted into the air. Faust turns and drags his opponent down into the Claim to Fame (Sky High), he leans forward into the back of Desolation’s legs for the pinfall with the crowd counting along.

To the despair of everyone Desolation gets his shoulder off of the canvas yet again, barely kicking out despite all that he’s been hit with in this match thus far.

Douglas: I don’t believe it, Desolation has kicked out again!

Mayne: I told you there is absolutely no beating this man whatsoever. Unless your Jesus, and even then I just think he and Desolation would sit down and have a beer rather than fight.

Desolation is breathing exasperated breathes, barely able to move after taking all these devastating moves. Faust is just as excited and feeling the pain in his spinal column, yet he refuses to give up, beginning to rise to his feet ever so slowly. He gets up on wobbly legs and then glares towards the ropes, rushing right at them and then jumping onto the middle cable, preparing to deliver a moonsault as the official checks on Desolation’s condition. In that brief moment the ref’s attention is distracted and Faust lands feet first on the middle ropes, Pat Evans jumps onto the apron out of nowhere and cracks his rival right in the face with a chain wrapped fist.

Douglas: Wait a damn minute!

Mayne: Pat Evans just cracked Faust between the eyes with a chain wrapped fist. I love that chain, and I love Evans more, in the non homosexual sense of course.

Evans drops off the apron, still dressed in his referee shirt and holding the back of his head after taking the Big Stiffy. He backs up the ramp with delight in his eyes as Faust has crashed back into the ring, sprawled out across it in an incredibly dazed state.

Douglas: I’m so sick of this damned alliance tonight, they’ve ruined just about every single match, and now they’ve done the same thing here in this contest.

Mayne: This alliance has been the funniest aspect of the show.

Somehow Faust in his very groggy condition is actually trying to stand up, even after taking a shot from the chain right between the eyes. He is recovering from it rather quickly, or just standing up on instinct. As soon as he gets his feet beneath him Desolation shockingly takes him by the wrist and drags him into his shoulder. Faust hangs upside down over Desolation’s back, when the Dark Man charges forward and jumps into the air, connecting with the Brand X. After taking that shot with the chain there is absolutely no fighting it which Evans takes particular pleasure in while backing up the ramp.

Douglas: No dammit, the Brand X now delivered!

Desolation turns pressing his palms to Faust’s sternum for the pinfall.

The entire arena reacts with repulsion, wanting to physically vomit at the sight of this Desolation victory with an assist at the hands of Pat Evans.

Mayne: Yes, hahahaha, he did it, he did it! Desolation is victorious yet again. I told you this man couldn’t be defeated.

Douglas: For the second week in a row Faust is screwed out of a perspective victory against the Alpha Generation, this is absolutely despicable.

Desolation rolls out of the ring, not even choosing to bask in the glory of this victory while his arms are raised above his head and a giant grin is depicted on his face. He marches up the ramp with his arms raised in victory, the referee quickly bringing him his tag team title belt. He snatches it out of the official’s palm then shoves them down to the mats. Faust is incredible dazed as he rolls onto his side, glaring through the ropes at Desolation making his way up the ramp and Evans standing on the apron laughing through his pain over what he’s done. Faust fumes with rage, his blood absolutely boiling at this point.

Mayne: What a classic ending to a classic match, Dan.

Douglas: The way this contest concluded can be considered anything but classic Billy. For the second week in a row Faust is robbed of his chance to earn a victory over the Alpha Generation.

Billy: Yes, that’s what is so truly classic about it. Now we move on to something even more glorious, the footage that I took of the incident at Kingdom’s home.

Dan: I cannot believe your actually going to air this Billy. If Kingdom is the boss, won’t he be infuriated that this is shown?

Mayne: That’s just a risk I’ll have to take, cause you can’t keep footage like this from airing. And if you get upset over this Boss, Dan put me up to it. ROLL THE FOOTAGE!

The video begins to play while Douglas gives his broadcast partner an intimidating scowl.

THE INCIDENT

Again the camera returns to the previously recorded footage featuring Billy Mayne standing on Johnny’s lawn. His back is facing the house with eagerness present on his features and the mic gripped tightly in his shivering hand.

Mayne: Ladies and gentlemen, here we are still at the Kingdom household where we’ve received even more mixed messages from the man who is possibly our new boss. I promised that I wouldn’t leave here until we got the unequivocal truth, which we’ve yet to receive. So I’ve brought with me a sleeping bag and my Star Wars footy pajamas in case we have to stay here even over night. I am completely devoted, as long as pizza can be delivered here quickly, to wait this out, and finally receive the truth from our ever deceptive boss.

Kingdom: I JUST TOLD YOU, I’M NOT HE BOSS, YOU DAMN IDIOT!

Billy pretends like he didn’t hear Johnny shouting out of one his slightly open windows, yet concealing himself behind the curtains.

Billy: Yes, I dare say we will make wrestling history by breaking down the barrier of deception and getting to the truth.

Johnny: You ALREADY HEARD IT! Besides, you can’t stay on my lawn all night, the sprinklers will be going off soon.

Mayne shows no emotion as he continues to glare forward into the camera lens.

Billy: And I’ve planed for this likely contingency.

An umbrella is pulled out from under Billy’s trench coat, opened and then raised above his head.

Kingdom: That’s it, I’m calling the cops.

The window slams shut and a loud groan emanates once more from within the household, Billy playing dumb, which is surprisingly easy, and pretending that he didn’t hear that yet again.

Mayne: Although I realize the cops are rather speedy to respond around here, with this being an upscale neighborhood, and considering that Johnny is a rich white man, we shall still go undeterred. We will get the truth, no matter how difficult it is to accept. Man, I so feel like one of those war time reporters, only we’re not wearing cool gas masks and stuff.

The camera nods eagerly.

Billy: I feel like Dan Rather, just without the down syndrome. I mean, this is just awe….

The sound of a loud horn beeping over and over again cuts off Mayne who turns and squints his eyes, trying to see through a blinding array of headlights which are moving towards him at an accelerated pace.

Mayne: Who the fuck is driving that car, Lindsey Lohan?

Fear embraces Mayne’s contorted face as he jumps back, trying to get out of the way, the camera turning in time to reveal a seemingly out of control automobile. It crashes over the sideway and slams through a small fence that was separating Johnny’s home from his neighbors. It even goes as far as to run over a bicycle belonging to one of Kingdom’s children. The tires tread on the lawn and over the twisted remains of the bike, unable to move any further, or closer to Kingdom’s abode.

Billy: What the hell MAN!?! Are you drunk or just George Bush retarded?

Billy steps in front of the camera, obscuring the view for just a moment until the driver’s side door of the car flies open and Silencer’s painted face emerges from within. He steps out onto the lawn that has been destroyed by the wheels of his car, a bottle dangling from his hand and an overall hazy demeanor hanging over his small frame.

Silencer: Is he HERE!?! Is HE!?!

Silencer is moving straight towards Billy and the camera, reaching out and grabbing hold of the lens, forcing it to look straight into his clouded, brazen eyes. There seems to be no emotion or soul within his dark pupils whatsoever.

Silencer: He better be here, because I want you to get this on camera. I want the whole world to see what this bastard has forced me to DO! I want you all to witness what happens to those who try to deprive me of what I DESERVE!

The camera is released by the crazed painted apparition, who turns his furious eyes onto the household, drinking down another shot of liquid courage.

Silencer: JOHNNY!! You got some explaining to do!

With no apprehension or second guessing he begins to move towards the house, not backing down or faltering in the slightest. He tries to be reassuring to lure Kingdom out with his arms extended to his sides.

Silencer: Come on out Johnny, it’s just me Silencer. You remember me don’t you? You remember how you double crossed me all those years ago? How you screwed me out of my World Championship, and how your screwing me over now? Come on out and face me like a man, like you didn’t do all those years ago, stop trying to stab me in my back.

Boldly he throws the bottle right at the house, which busts one of the many windows and sends a combination of various glasses scattering throughout the air. A child’s scream can be heard from the household as the door flies open and Johnny Kingdom emerges clutching hold of a baseball bat. He grips it tightly and steps out onto the stoop, threatening to break Silencer’s skull with it. Police sirens can be overheard nearing in the background while Silencer puts his palms up and backs away.

Silencer: Jeez Johnny, you sure are prone to violence, aren’t you? I thought you’d continue to cower in your house, behind your computer, playing games with my life like the coward you are…..

Kingdom: Shut your stereotypical mouth Silencer, or maybe I’ll shut it with this baseball bat. Lord knows I’ll be doing the world a favor!

A chuckle emanates from Silencer, who almost falls over as he places the back of his hand to his mouth and doubles forward.

Silencer: You think you scare me Kingdom? Your weak Johnny, you won’t even face up to the truth when you’ve been caught red handed. Sorry BOSS, but I’m not going to be a model employee considering how many times you’ve fucked me over! Which is why I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long, why I’ve been following you around for days, watching you drop those hideous children off at their schools, watching your whorish wife delude herself into thinking you have feelings for anyone but yourself! That’s right Johnny, I know you, I know your entire routine, and I know where your children are at all time, if it comes down to that.

Tires screech in the background and sirens wail as Silencer throws his caution aside, beginning to move towards Kingdom, who is ready to knock his block off with the bat.

Silencer: Tell the truth Johnny, just tell the truth for once in your miserable life! If you won’t say it I’ll force a confession out of you, then make you give me what I WANT!

Kingdom is seconds removed from swinging the bat to devastating results when police rush onto the property and gab Silencer around his waist and his arms, trying to pull back away from Johnny. Others have their hands on their guns, imploring Kingdom to lower the bat, which he doesn’t appear to be inclined to do.

Silencer: This isn’t over Johnny, the police won’t always be able to protect you! They won’t always be there to watch your wife, or your kids, and neither will you, then I’ll strike, then I’ll show you why it isn’t smart to fuck with me!

Johnny: You just try it you melodramatic son of a bitch!

Instead of tempting fait, and although extremely angry he lowers the bat to his side, allowing it to sway as he glares at Silencer being removed from his property. Police surround Kingdom and try to talk him peacefully so as not to agitate the situation, which is what they’re also doing with the out of control Silencer. Suddenly Billy’s eager, almost blushing face steps in front of the camera.

Mayne: I’ve been wanting to say this since I saw Die Hard. Tell me you got that.

The camera nods only making Billy all the more giddy as the chaos continues behind him.

RINGSIDE

Dan Douglas is seated at the announce table with his face stooped in embarrassment, in disgrace over what he witnessed. On the other hand, behaving quite differently is Billy Mayne, who seems quite pleased with himself. The fans are a mixed group as well, unsure of how to react to the imagery they just witnessed via the big screen.

Billy: I told you it was fantastic footage, now didn’t I?

Douglas: I’m literally in shock over what Silencer did. It was completely uncalled for, especially threatening Johnny’s wife and his kids. I’ve not always been a Kingdom fan, but the levels Silencer has stooped to in order to get a match with Desolation are just disgusting.

Mayne: Well hopefully, the following match will brighten your spirits, because coming up next on Riot!, it’s going to be our main event. I’m ever so giddy to see what happens to Orlando Cruze.

Douglas: Thanks, I didn’t think I could be put on anymore of a downer.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

DREAM IS REALITY

PAT EVANS & AURORA ROSE VS. ORLANDO CRUZE & HURSE

As soon as the show comes back live the tunes of Outsider begins to blare over the PA system, resulting in a very negative reception from the sold out crowd.

Douglas: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, and please don’t change the channel over the way we’re returning from the commercial break.

Mayne: Are you kidding me? Pat Evans and Aurora Rose are truly ratings inspiring.

The negativity flowing from the crowd increases in steady amounts and builds to a crescendo at the sight of the Submission Champion Pat Evans strolling onto the stage with the belt glistening about his waist, and Aurora Rose standing at his side. She thrusts her arm over his shoulder and leans in close, reaching down with her open palm as she slips it across the golden plate of the Submission title. Evans keeps his arms crossed over his sternum throughout the process, glaring forward stoically until he begins to move in that direction. Aurora’s hand remains on top of his shoulder as he leads the way towards the ring for this sham of a tag team match. As they reach the ring Evans climbs up onto the apron with Aurora turning her back to the ropes, flipping over them in reverse and miraculously landing knee first on the second cable. She parts the ropes for Evans to slip through them, removing his title belt and raising it above his head to a great deal of negativity from the sold out crowd.

Mayne: Look at him, perhaps the single greatest Submission Champion we’ve ever had.

Douglas: Yes, judging by his numerous title defenses.

Billy: Exactly.

Dan: He hasn’t even defended the belt once since it was handed to him!

Mayne: It isn’t his fault, there’s just no one on his level deserving enough to challenge for the belt.

Pat and Aurora continue their in ring spectacle, resulting in much outrage from the sold out Manhattan audience. 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. He shows absolutely no fear of Evans and Rose who stand back with repulsed expressions on their faces, yet a twisted delight resonating in the back of their heads in regards to just how stacked the odds are against the wildly Orlando. He bends forward with his palms pressed to his knees, eyeing both of his opponents, and trying to keep an eye on his back as well.

Douglas: Listen to this crowd, they just adore Orlando Cruze and are solidly behind the Icon tonight in this Tag Team encounter.

Mayne: They’re going to regret vehemently supporting him once he loses ever so disgracefully tonight.

Dan: Evans and Aurora certainly have that innate ability to pin anyone in the IWC if they’re willing to step up their game to do so, but I think if they’re victorious tonight that it have to be thanks to Orlando’s forced partnership with World Champion Hurse.

Orlando is still glaring back and forth between his opponents, detecting the diabolical smirk present on Pat’s features, who will surely relish in his suffering this evening.

There is a house in New Orleeeaansss
They call it the Rissssiinng Suuuunnnn
And it’s been the ruin of many a poooorr boooyy
And Gooood I know I’m One…

Evereve’s “House of the Rising Sun” remix is played over the PA system and as thus leads into a wave of animosity from the crowd, who have been quite disgusted with the sight of the World Champion throughout the majority of the evening. Through the curtains now strolls Hurse baring both World and Tag Team Title gold over both of his shoulders. His presence further aggravates the nauseous crowd, who see him in all his vile form as he spins with both belts extended out to his sides. Finally the double champion turns to adjust his sights on the ring, where both his opponent’s grin and Orlando scowls in his direction. When their eyes cross Hurse lifts a big thumbs up in Cruze’s direction, insinuating that he’s got his back for the evening. Orlando clinches his fists, as if prepared to take Hurse out right here and right now for what he, Evans, Rose and Desolation have done to his associates throughout the night, leaving him without any aid should it be required. Strangely Hurse stops showboating all of a sudden as he places his hand to the back of his neck, as if suffering pain from that attack at the hands of MAX earlier tonight. Orlando keeps his fists clinched, ready to use them to bust up the World Heavyweight Champion for all he’s done this evening and over the past few weeks. It’s clear Cruze has no intention of tagging with Hurse tonight.

Douglas: Hurse is out here and you can just see by that look in Orlando’s eyes what kind of team these two are going to make.

Mayne: I hope Cruze isn’t bitter or something over Hurse trying his best to secure the sanctity of this tag team match by making sure no one is going to interrupt.

Dan: Oh bullshit, they just wanted to remove anyone who could help Orlando tonight by taking out his allies.

Cruze begins to step towards the ropes, giving a menacing glare in the direction of the double champion who has stopped at the edge of the ramp, still gripping at the back of his neck. He shoots a cheesy, fraudulent smile in the direction of the Icon and begins to move towards the stairs when “Gone Forever” starts to play throughout the arena, sending the crowd into an even louder uproar. Hurse twists his head to look up the ramp, still grabbing at the back of his neck, yet his anger has been replaced by a twinkle of delight in his eyes.

Douglas: Oh no, this can be anything but good for Orlando.

Mayne: Yay, S.K are about to show up, and here I thought we’d go without seeing them all night long or something.

Dan: You know they have to get their repulsive faces on television every week.

Through the curtains, to the rage of the fans saunters Sallie, with no Krissie at her side on this occasion. A very large smile has slipped across her seductive face which matches the seductive curves of her body accentuated by the revealing dress she happens to be adorn in. She stops on the stage with a microphone in her hand and clear discontent for the Icon, who is scowling ever so disgustedly upon her.

Sallie: Please pardon my ever so rude interruption…

The fans respond with louder boos, mixed with chants of “slut,” to which Sallie scowls at. Orlando turns back and forth mouthing the words “you are what you eat.”

Sallie: However, I have a very serious announcement to make, which has a direct effect on you Orlando, who would have figured that?

Her face lights up with a smile while Orlando shakes his head bitterly.

Sallie: As you know Cruzey, or I’m sure you’ve heard due to your many mysterious delays in arriving to the building on time tonight, Hurse has been vehement in making sure this match goes off without a hitch, even going as far as to remove some of the destructive element who would threaten to ruin this contest with run ins or other such shenanigans.

Hurse nods although it pains him to do so while Orlando mumbles obscenities beneath his breath.

Sallie: However, after the dastardly, unprovoked attack at the hands of Fully Loaded earlier tonight, I cannot allow Hurse to jeopardize his career by competing in this contest. This is why I’ve decided that as of right now, Hurse is effectively removed from this tag team encounter, meaning that barring you find another partner, this bout will now be a handicap match.

Douglas: WHAT!?! Wait, actually, I don’t know if that makes things better or worse?

Mayne: Orlando is completely on his own now, due to a great judgment call by Sallie.

Dan: This is nothing more than a damned set up!

Sallie smiles ever so proudly over her announcement while backing towards the curtains. All the while Hurse stomps his foot and acts as if he’s upset by this decision, yet secretly maintains a slight grin on his face. Orlando is still facing the ramp, shouting obscenities when the bell rings and Pat Evans rushes up behind Cruze, throwing a fist at him. The Icon turns in time to block the shot and respond with a right hand of his own to the jaw of Evans, before striking him again. He backs up and gets a running start with another jab connecting straight to the face of the Submission Champion, which takes him down to the ring with force. Hurse has now been given a steel chair which he plants his seat upon, folding his hands behind his back and leaning in reverse, watching this contest is relative comfort. Orlando rushes across the ring now and drills Aurora to the jaw, knocking her down off of the apron to the mats below before he spins to face Evans who is rising back to his feet. He charges in and hits him to the face with a hard back elbow, sending him down to the canvas yet again. He backs up slowly as the official reprimands him for attacking the individual who wasn’t tagged in, Orlando holding his palms up and acting innocent. With great speed though he turns and lunges through the ropes, rushing right after the seated Hurse, who jumps out of his chair and begins to scurry away. The fans are going nuts as Hurse runs away from Orlando who is chasing him around the ring.

Mayne: Hey! Orlando isn’t suppose to do this! He’s chasing his own tag team partner around the ring, it’s not his fault he got injured.

Douglas: What he did to Nathan and Scott was his fault though.

The fans are still jumping up and down with excitement as Hurse tries to flee from Cruze, rushing around the ring with his rival in hot pursuit. Once they turn a corner Hurse ducks and Orlando runs right into a lariat from Pat, who got into position in the nick of time. The wind seems to have been drained from the sails of the screaming fans while Hurse bends forward, checking his heart rate by holding his fingers to the vein in his neck. Evans grips at his jaw while progressing towards the down Orlando, taking him around the neck then forcing him to his feet and dragging him in the direction of the announce table. Orlando’s head is pulled back then dragged down face first into the surface of the table.

Mayne: Remind me to save the top of this table after tonight’s show for commemorative purposes. It’s got Orlando’s face print in it now. It’s just like having my own personal Orlando Cruze encased in frozen carbonite.

Dan: Did you get a single date in highschool?

Billy: Sure, mom and I would go to the movies all the time.

The Icon staggers backwards into the apron as Aurora is getting back to her feet, stepping to one side of him with Evans occupying the other. Both individuals pull their hands back and deliver a double knife edge chop right to Cruze’s sternum, followed by another stereo shot. The blows knock Cruze back first against the apron as both Evans and Rose turn him and roll him into the ring, the numbers game overwhelming the Icon. He rolls to the center of the ring, trying to get up after taking these strikes and shots to the cranium, Hurse laughing beyond the ropes yet imploring his partner to get up. Cruze begins to struggle to reach his feet when Evans rushes up to his side, delivering a stiff knick right to his ribs. The strike sends him flipping over sideways almost, landing on the canvas upon his back while Evans steps towards Aurora, slapping her hand and officially tagging her into the contest. Evans steps back to his opponent’s side as Rose comes charging in, Pat pushing her up into the air so that she comes down from a great height into a big splash on the Icon. She quickly hooks his legs for the pin.

Orlando gets his shoulder off of the canvas, Hurse turning and motioning for the fans to show their support for his partner, yet getting heckled by the crowd, who are not fooled by his act. Inside of the ring Aurora has rolled off of Cruze and Evans steps forward, lifting his elbow, dropping it right into the Icon’s sternum then rolling away from him. The official is demanding he vacate the ring yet Evans doesn’t listen, just stands and interlocks his cupped hands. Rose stands and puts her foot in the hands, Evans lifting them upward and as thus sending her into a corkscrew backwards moonsault which connects with Orlando. Pat finally backs up towards the corner when Aurora hooks Orlando’s leg yet again.

Orlando kicks out, just barely avoiding defeat against his aggressive opposition.

Billy: This is great, this is just glorious! Orlando is being made to suffer for his drug abusing ways.

Douglas: That was a set up!

Mayne: Says who? I didn’t hear any proof to state otherwise, which is why Cruze, the drug addict is taking a beating in the ring right now, and just like his friends, he won’t make it to Redemption Roe.

Hurse has approached the steel chair at ringside, sitting down on it with a pleasant grin on his face, getting comfortable once again while Aurora pulls Orlando’s head up off of the canvas. She begins to drill him to the forehead over and over again with right hands, closed fists barraging his skull. She stands up quickly, jumping into the air then stomping down right into the Icon’s face, causing him to convulse as he rolls across the canvas. Aurora takes Orlando around the back of the head, rolling him to his knees then slapping on a front chancery as she backs across the ring towards the waiting Evans. He extends foot over the rope as Rose pulls Orlando down face first into it. The shot causes him to turn away while Rose slaps Pat’s palm, tagging him into this contest officially. He jumps over the cables then rushes forward with a well timed punch right to the dazed features of the Icon, sending him crashing to the canvas, rolling across it back onto his feet and walking right into another shot that sends him down to the canvas. Evans turns away from Orlando and begins to slap his sternum repeatedly, sending the crowd into a wave of rage as a result.

Billy: Yeah, you show those disrespectful fans.

Douglas: Evans not prone to showboating, it just goes to show how much disrespect he has for Orlando Cruze, which has really developed over the past few weeks.

Orlando slowly begins to force himself up to his feet when Evans comes charging in and delivers a vicious boot right to the side of his skull. The crowd reacts with despair over the hard shot to the cranium, which knocks Orlando onto his back, trying to regain his senses and work his way back to his feet, yet having particular trouble doing so. Clearly the shot has him disorientated, yet he’s still trying to get up when Evans steps in front of him, taking him around the neck and forcing him up to his feet. He faces forward with a sinister expression on his face, looking as if he’s setting up for some type of diamond cutter. The second he steps forward Orlando shoves him off into the cables, Evans rushing across the ring and bouncing off of the ropes, sending him right back in at the Icon. The Icon suddenly bends forward and catches Evans against his shoulder, hoisting him into the air then driving him down into the canvas with a brutal spinebuster. Obviously the fans are pleased as Orlando falls onto his back at Pat’s side, both men sprawled across the canvas, reeling from the moves that they’ve withstood.

Mayne: What the hell!?!

Douglas: Orlando just scored with a huge spinebuster on Evans, he has a chance here if he can make the pinfall.

Billy: Why can’t things just simply go as planned, why do they have to be so damned melodramatic?

Dan: It just wouldn’t be the IWC without forced drama.

An already winded, battered Cruze begins to force himself up to his seat ever so slowly, his eyes blinking sporadically. Aurora makes her way across the apron behind the referee’s back, grabbing the top rope and setting up for something, lying in wait for her opponent to stand. Orlando is expending a lot of energy as he gets to his feet, trying to maintain this brief advantage when Aurora springs to the top rope then flies through the air, landing right on top of Cruze’s shoulders. He drops forward unexpectedly into a brutal powerbomb, dropping to his knees in the process of connecting with the tremendous counter. Aurora crashes into the canvas spine first, roaring in pain then rolling across the canvas while Orlando remains on his knees, still trying to recover. After struggling for several moments he stands and adjusts his sights to take in Evans, rushing forward for another lariat. Orlando ducks it in the nick of time, Evans stepping behind him then spinning around into a vicious right hand. The block staggers Evans, before he’s drilled to the jaw with another punch, which causes him to almost lose his footing as he falls back first against the turnbuckle. Orlando connects with a double handed knife edge chop to his dazed opponent while Hurse stands outside of the ring with his hands on top of his head in disbelief. He tries to force a smile though, for appearances sakes while the former three time World Champion grabs hold of Pat’s wrist and whips him across the ring into the opposite turnbuckle.

Somehow Evans has the wherewithal and the agility to jump into the air when he reaches the corner, twisting his body and landing on the apron feet first, holding onto the top rope all the way to keep his balance. Orlando comes rushing in after him when Pat bends forward, driving his shoulder into Cruze’s ribs and doubling him over forward. The quick Submission Champion stands up straight and launches himself over the top rope, catching Cruze around the waist then rolling him up into a sunset flip.

Cruze rolls over backwards onto his feet then steps forward, grabbing both of Pat’s legs and then tangling them around his own. To the shock of just about everyone crammed into the Manhattan Center Orlando is able to roll Evans over onto his chest and stomach, locking in the sharp shooter.

Mayne: No, Orlando tricked Evans, he tricked him into this ridiculous counter!

Douglas: Orlando with a well timed reversal into the sharpshooter! A submission by the Submission Champion may be imminent.

Billy: What a pathetic play on words.

Douglas: At least I’m aware of what comes out of my mouth.

Orlando leans back with a determined expression on his face, Evans gritting his teeth as he pushes himself up onto his elbows and glares at the cables. Somehow Aurora is back on her feet and comes rushing in at Orlando’s side, catching him around the neck and pulling him over into a swinging neckbeaker that frees Evans’ trapped legs. Cruze crashes into the canvas across the back of his head and neck, sitting up immediately with pain showing clearly in his features and the crowd releasing an exasperated plea. On the outside of the ring Hurse has his hand over his heart, taking a deep breath then trying to change his reaction when he realizes people are watching, attempting to look saddened by the beat down on Cruze. Although in pain Orlando is forcing himself to his elbows and knees, slowly working his way to his feet when Evans rushes up to his side, having fully recovered. He blasts Orlando right to the face with a brutal running knee strike, causing him to stand up straight as Evans does a 180 spin with his body, stepping to his opponent’s side and hooking up his arms. The crowd groans as Evans pulls his opposition down to the canvas with a reverse Russian Leg Sweep.

Mayne: And now the destruction is really beginning with some very brutal combination moves. Orlando’s miracle run couldn’t last forever.

Dan: Lord knows he’s in there fighting his heart out, but the superior numbers are just too much for him to contend with, especially when it’s Aurora Rose and Pat Evans.

Billy: It’s about time you gave them some actual credit, you whinny bastard.

The tired technical terror rises and takes hold of Orlando’s neck, forcing him up to his feet rather methodically. Suddenly Cruze throws a forearm into Evans’ ribs though, then rises to his feet and spins around for a discus forearm strike. He turns right towards Evans with his flying elbow when he receives a hard kick to the gut, stopping him in mid swing. The Submission Champion places him in a front chancery then lifts him up into the air, turning and dropping Cruze with no time to counter ribs first right on the top rope. Loud gasps can be heard from the concerned crowd as Orlando now straddles the ropes across his ribs, half of his body hanging in the ring and over the apron. Evans quickly turns and slaps Aurora’s hand, who had just gotten back to their corner. She slips through the ropes and jumps into the air, landing on top of Pat’s shoulders with grace, who turns and pushes on the back of her thighs, sending her into a reverse flip where she comes down feet first right between Cruze’s shoulder blades. She was almost thrown into a reverse vandaminator which sends Orlando crashing back into the ring, arching his spine in agony. The fans are rather shocked by the tag team move just displayed by Rose and Evans.

With a twisted smirk on his face Pat turns to glare in World Champion Hurse’s direction. The stare unnerves Hurse slightly, wondering if that last move was used to send him a message as well, his fear amplified by a wink of Pat’s eye. Aurora has sat Orlando up on the canvas before rushing forward into a hard kick right to the back of his neck. Cruze grimaces and turns away from his opposition, who isn’t too quick to let him get in any recovery time. Moving with speed, she steps to her rival’s side, placing her knee in front of his face then jumping into the air. She comes down on her other knee, pulling Orlando’s face into her raised one which sends him into another wave of agony. He cups his palms over his face while rolling towards the ropes, trying to create some distance in order to recover. Unfortunately Aurora doesn’t let him go, rushing up behind the Icon then delivering a clubbing blow between his shoulders, right where her feet connected with earlier. She gabs Cruze under the jaw and forces him up to his feet before springing off of her own into a standing dropkick right to his skull. The collision sends both adversaries plummeting into the ring until Aurora does a headstand, nipping up right onto her feet. She immediately bows to the booing fans, as if accepting their adulation.

Mayne: Did I already specify just how great I find all of this?

Douglas: Too many times to count. This is just sad, Orlando needs to make a tag to someone, anyone, he can’t keep going at this rate. He’s being completely decimated.

Billy: That’s just what’s so great about it.

Aurora stands up after her bow, she returns to an upright position and waves them off as if their response is unimportant. She steps forward with her hand extended, Pat slapping it eagerly then slipping back into the ring, requesting that Aurora remain inside. They both approach the struggling Orlando, taking him by each wrist then leading him to his feet and whipping him across the ring. He charges into the opposite ropes, bouncing off of them and then coming back in at both of his opponent’s who bend forward for a move in stereo. Before they can connect however, Orlando delivers a straight boot right to Evans’ face, causing him to stand up in disorientated state. He turns to face the still bent forward Aurora’s side then moves towards her and delivers a vicious European Uppercut that sends her flying in reverse. She crashes to the canvas while Cruze turns around to face Evans, who has regained his senses and is now rushing directly at him with little emotion. Orlando bends forward and catches his opponent’s knees against his shoulder, hoisting him into the air then stepping out of the way as Evans comes plummeting down to the canvas with a huge back drop. The entire arena is going nuts as Orlando is on the offensive finally, somehow coming back against all of these seemingly insurmountable odds. Rose is standing up with her back to the ropes when the Icon steps in and delivers a hard punch right to her face that sends her spilling through the ropes onto the apron. With determination showing clear in his eyes he charges forward right at the struggling Evans, who turns in the nick of time to catch him under his arm. Cruze is hoisted into the air as Evans turns and drops him right on top of his knee with a Canadian back breaker. As soon as Orlando’s spine lands on his knee, Aurora springs to the top rope from the apron, taking flight with an extension of her leg and dropping it right across Cruze’s throat. Orlando flips over backwards off of the knee of Evans, crashing into the canvas across the back of his head and his shoulders. He flips in reverse onto his elbows and knees, in obvious terrible pain while the crowd grimaces from the sheer impact of the move.

Evans stands up surprisingly quickly and steps over his opponent’s legs, wrapping them around his own then gabbing Cruze’s wrists as he drops in reverse. He lands on his seat and pulls Cruze up into a modified Mexican Surfboard which has both men vertical, Evans seated behind his trapped opponent. The referee can’t stop Aurora who rushes into the ropes in front of Cruze, bouncing off of them and then coming back in as she lunges into the air. The entire arena states their shock as she connects with a hesitation dropkick right to Orlando’s face wh1ile he was trapped in the Surfboard position. She drops to the canvas and rolls across it as Evans allows Cruze to drop to the canvas then pushes him over onto his back, hooking both of his legs for the pinfall.

Cruze launches his shoulder off of the canvas to a huge celebration from the crowd. Everyone watching seems quite pleased with the exception of the increasingly infuriated Hurse, who bites his lower lip in agitation over Orlando’s persistence.

Billy: What tag team precision from Evans and Aurora. What a combination these two make, if Desolation is feeling generous again at Redemption Roe, this be the perfect team to give the tag titles to. I know Hurse would shit a kitten if that happened though.

Douglas: Such wonderful analogies, and pointless ranting, again your idiocy destroys the little entertainment I was getting out of this match.

Mayne: Then my commentary is good for something.

Evans rises to his feet and steps over Orlando’s back, pulling his arms up into the air and placing them over his knees while yanking back on his head. The camel clutch is expertly applied but Evans alters it by gripping the top of Cruze’s head with his palm and holding him under the jaw, twisting violently at his cranium. The neck is almost broken but Orlando is still fighting it with the little bit of strength he has remaining in his body. Each twist drains more and more life out of him, taking the fight from his muscles and veins, causing him to dwindle down towards the canvas ever so slowly. Evans is still tearing at the neck with further aggression, his face lit up with homicidal rage and Hurse getting giddy at ringside.

Mayne: Well, it’s over, and it ends in entertaining fashion with Orlando’s neck seconds from being severed from his spine by our Submission Champion.

Douglas: Why do you only pay attention during these type of matches?

Billy: Because nothing is funnier than a face in agony, there I said it, happy?

Dan: Disgusted even more than usual, actually.

The crowd is slapping the barricades and stomping their feet in support of Orlando, trying to inspire him to fight out of this hold, which is next to near impossible given the state of his body. Hurse is falsely supporting him at ringside, by standing and trying to lead the crowd in an ever dramatic “Orlando” chant. Aurora also calls out spitefully for Orlando to tap out as Evans grunts with further aggression. Orlando is fading quickly thanks to this submission, yet the crowd is still supporting him. Pat whispers something into Cruze’s ear, imploring him to tap out when Orlando’s eyes open and fill with hostility. He actually begins to force himself up to his knees, causing Evans to step back, slightly stunned that he is fighting out of this. He twists at the head even more aggressively than before but Orlando won’t be stopped, feeding off the approval from the crowd and working his way to his feet. As he stands up he reaches back and takes hold of Evans’ legs, lifting them up into the air and causing him to crash backwards to the canvas. Orlando stands up high and turns, stepping through Pat’s legs, trying to pull him over into the sharpshooter once again. Pat yanks one of his legs free and pulls down on the other own, causing Orlando to lean forward as he tries to maintain the hold. Evans turns and drives his shin right into the side of Cruze’s face, the blow almost knocking him out cold completely. A groan is heard from the crowd as it connects and Orlando staggers towards the ropes, falling throat first into them in a daze. His arms tumble over the ropes as well, trying to keep himself upright but unable to stop himself from tumbling to his knees. His head is stuck out over the apron, gasping for air when Aurora unleashes an almost primal scream, charging forward and delivering a blatant kick directly to Cruze’s exposed skull. The impact is met with equally as loud screams from the fans as Orlando twists and crashes back into the ring, spread across his spine in an unconscious state.

Douglas: Dammit ref, she blatantly broke the rules right in front of you, do something about this! She could have broke Cruze’s skull with that kick.

Mayne: Hahahahaha, please, please, I’m trying to stop laughing.

Dan: Think of your mother in a thong.

Billy: That wasn’t cool. Yet still strangely funny.

Orlando has to be spent at this point as he has dropped back into the ring, sprawled out in an incredible dazed condition. Evans crawls towards him and hooks his leg with quickness.

Orlando puts his leg over the bottom rope, narrowly avoiding defeat. Aurora steps forward and kicks the leg off the rope, referee Wright shouting at her in anger.

Douglas: I cannot believe this, he kicked out again! What is keeping Orlando going at this point!?!

Mayne: Horse tranquilizers?

On the outside of the ring Hurse is sitting again, feigning an injured neck while also getting noticeably more and more frustrated. Evans rises to his feet and approaches Aurora, slapping her hand, tagging her back into this match. She steps across the apron to Orlando’s side and then pulls herself over the top rope, twisting her body to come down with an elbow right to the Icon’s sternum! The Icon rolls away from her, gritting his teeth from the pain coursing through his body before Aurora pushes him over onto his knees then locks on a neck cravat, further twisting at Orlando’s neck. He remains on one knee, trying to fight lose to the best of his abilities. His neck is twisted, ripped and mauled by Aurora with this submission, picking up where Pat left off, keeping the focus on the neck and head of their battered opposition. He looks on approvingly as Orlando tries to keep from passing out due to the sheer amount of damage that he’s withstood thus far. All hope seems to be failing as Orlando’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his eyes fluttering and his legs cutting out beneath him. He drops to one knee with his eyes fluttering, his body drained, every ounce of him aching. All those right around the ring and inside of it seem to get a great deal of delight out of what their witnessing. Aurora can feel him slipping, as do the fans, realizing the fight has been taken out of him at this point. Rose appears bored by this long wait so opts to drive her knee right into Orlando’s face, then do it once again with violent force. She now steps in front of him and locks his head in a front chancery, setting up for what looks like a quick DDT. Orlando stands up though and spins out of it to the shock of everyone, taking hold of Aurora’s wrist then trying to pull her into an Irish wish. The surprisingly stronger Aurora reverses the whip on the exhausted Orlando, sending him charging into the turnbuckle instead.

Orlando hits the corner with force spine first then staggers forward as Aurora jumps into the air, landing on top of his shoulders. She is looking for a big move here only to have Cruze shove her up and over his head, throwing her over in fact. Somehow Aurora is able to land feet first on the middle ropes and then grab the top cable, pushing herself up into he air in an attempt to wrap her legs around Orlando’s neck. He turns and steps over it as Aurora lightly lands on his shoulder and to the surprise of thousands, rushes across the ring delivering a huge running powerslam.

Dan: ORLANDO IS BACK IN IT!

Mayne: Yeah, but Aurora has got a relatively fresh partner to tag in, while Orlando has no one. What an amusing drama this has turned into. He still has no chance.

Evans shakes his head but shows no emotion in his determined eyes, watching Cruze expend possibly all of his energy to hit that last move. He is beginning to stir now, Orlando actually trying to roll himself over instinctively to make a tag. Due to all the shots to the head he seems to still believe there is a partner in his corner, waiting to tag his hand. Hurse watches from his chair at ringside, observing this with particular malice before he shockingly stands up, throwing the chair out from under him and moving towards the ring.

Douglas: Oh my God, Billy, I think you spoke too soon, because Hurse actually looks to be making his way towards the ring. Is he actually going to make the tag for his team despite his obviously fake injury?

Mayne: Don’t risk your well being Hurse, who cares about honor, except for Dan, be he doesn’t count.

Orlando is still in an incredibly dazed state, trying to crawl towards his corner and extending his hand out towards a partner who doesn’t exist. However, Hurse has made his way to the stairs, debating his options, asking himself rather this is the right thing to do tonight, despite all his well laid plans. He finally becomes overwhelmed with an unknown feeling, rushing up the steps and stopping on the apron, thrusting his arm out over the ropes with his fingers tingling in anticipation of a tag.

Mayne: Have your brains been replaced with rotting shit Hurse!?!

Douglas: I give Hurse some credit, he is actually asking for the tag, and defying Sallie’s verdict on his participation in this match.

With the crowd screaming over this change of heart and the determination feeling Orlando’s battered body, he falls with his hand missing Hurse’s, who moved it out of the way with seconds to spare. An immediate mood change takes place in the arena as Hurse turns away from his partner and then shrugs his shoulders, refusing to make the tag. He now arrogantly walks back down the steps and moves towards his chair, picking it up and returning to his see amongst a wave of outrage.

Dan: What a positively classes individual!

Mayne: Wow, that has to have been the funniest thing I’ve ever seen, if I don’t that monkey on the internet who drinks his own pee.

The Manhattan Center is still filled with jeers from the angered spectators, while Orlando lies on the canvas, still looking for a tag. Evans is now shouting at Aurora with his outstretched palm, demanding a tag, demanding to be brought into this match so that they can finish Orlando off once and for all. She is slowly crawling towards him, that big powerslam having taken a lot from her thin body. All hope seems about to be lost, as Orlando obviously cannot beat a fresh Evans in his current condition, the crowd’s faith beginning to fade. Their reaction changes dramatically as Faust comes barreling towards the ring right up to the seated Hurse’s backside. He delivers a quick lariat right to the back of his head, knocking him out of his chair and into a roll towards the ring. Cheers escalate from the crowd as the fanged apparition rushes right towards the ring, moving up the steps quickly onto the apron.

Dan: Faust has just taken Hurse down at ringside and he’s climbing onto the apron, does this mean what I think it does!?! Sallie did say that Orlando had the right to find another tag team partner.

Mayne: She was joking, that’s all that’s all. This isn’t Faust’s business, he should keep his Count Chocula fangs out of it!

Everyone in the building is screaming as Faust steps across the apron then reaches over the ropes with his open palm, imploring Cruze to make the tag. Pat Evans watches this from the opposite side of the ring, his eyes twisting with hostile at the sight of Faust, who also shows the same change in demeanor at the sight of the Submission Champion. Aurora reaches out and slaps the hand of Evans, as Orlando instinctively does the same, not even knowing who he is tagging in at this point. To a huge reaction Faust jumps over the ropes and straight into the ring.

Douglas: Orlando has tagged in Faust, he’s in there against his budding rival Pat Evans.

Mayne: This is not going as planed at all. Scott Gray-Harris and Nathan Creed were suppose to be Orlando’s only possible choices for a replacement tag team. How did this all fall to pieces!?!

Faust rushes across the ring right at Evans, who is barreling at his vampiristic rival. He throws a lariat at him only to have Faust lower his head and dive forward, landing on top of it then nipping up onto his feet. As soon as he lands he springs into the air and dropkicks the rising Aurora who was standing up on the apron. The collision sends her tumbling off the apron to the outside of the ring, where she slaps with force into the mats. Faust nips back up to his feet and jumps onto the turnbuckle behind Evans, who spins around in time for his adversary to spring from the ropes, twisting then coming down on top of him with the crossbody. Both men crash to the canvas with Faust coming down on top and the crowd screaming their heads off. The already tired Faust grabs hold of Pat’s hair, twisting him onto his knees and throwing repeated punches into his face while the crowd is screaming passionately. Faust seems to get delight out of punishing Evans who rises to his feet and throws a quick knee right into his ribs. The blow doubles Faust over while Evans turns in his dazed state and throws a back thrust kick right into his opponent’s jaw. The stiff strike causes him to stand up and stagger backwards into the ropes, Orlando having regained his composure on the apron and realizing who he tagged. He reaches back over the ropes and slaps his shoulder as Evans now comes roaring in Faust’s direction. Shockingly Faust bends forward and catches Evans against his shoulders, back dropping him straight over the ropes to the mats below. The Submission Champion crashes with force against the mats, yet somehow starting to stand up. He reaches his feet when Faust pulls himself over the top rope into a huge senton pancha right on top of the champion’s shoulder. Both men crash down to the mats amongst a roar of approval from the fans.

Mayne: Why is Faust throwing himself all around the ring like a spot monkey!?!

Douglas: He’s taking it to Pat Evans in the process, things have quickly gotten personal between these two.

Evans rises to his feet when Faust steps in and slugs him to the face, then does it again, Pat responding with a shot of his own. Both men are brawling their way up the ramp and towards the curtains before they spill through them and disappear into the backstage area with the crowd still screaming delightfully. Orlando slips back into the ring in a slow, dreary state, barely getting in before Aurora pounces upon him. She is equally as dazed as she rushes forward and begins to drill Orlando over his back with both of her arms, almost knocking him down to the canvas before he pushes her off. She staggers in reverse then charges forward right at a rising Orlando, who thrusts his arm across her chest and tries to lift her into the air for the Rock Bottom. She is able to knee his weak body to the ribs, bending him over and then pushing him into a spin away from her. As soon as he turns around he spots Hurse sliding into the ring with his chair in hand. The referee is half way up the ramp, shouting for Evans and Faust to come back with his spine facing the ring. Hurse rushes forward with he chair clutched in hand and swings it at the face of his partner, who steps out of the way in the nick of time. As a result the chair cracks violently over Aurora’s head, knocking her down to the canvas, Hurse’s eyes opening widely as he realizes the mistake that he just made.

Mayne: NOOO! Hurse was aiming for Orlando, but the no good druggy got out of the way and he hit Aurora with the chair!

Douglas: Hurse’s plan backfiring yet again, as he still cannot take out Orlando Cruze!

Hurse spins around with the chair still in hand, snapping out of his shock and darting towards the dazed Orlando. Cruze suddenly turns and catches Hurse against his shoulder, hoisting him into the air then dropping him into a vicious spinebuster. The crowd reacts with a loud ovation as Hurse is driven into the canvas with great force, Orlando rolling away from him towards the down Aurora Rose. In a dazed state Cruze takes hold of Aurora’s hair, sitting her up then placing her in a seated abdominal stretch that leaves her head exposed. Elbows begin to drill Rose to the side of the head repeatedly, Cruze wanting to close out this match as brutally for his opponents as possible.

Douglas: Orlando is BUSTING OUT those same MMA elbows he used on Aurora Rose several weeks ago!

Mayne: She was hit in the head with a chair, a chair! This isn’t fair, there’s no way she can get out of this.

The arena is reacting with loud cheers, everyone going nuts with each elbow that is landed to the side of Aurora’s head. Her skull bobs and is almost broken with each shot as it’s clear that the chair shot was already enough to knock her out. The official rushes back towards the ring and slips under the ropes, oddly glancing at the laid out Hurse then jumping in front of the ongoing action. He looks down at Aurora’s unconscious body and now turns, motioning for the bell to a huge reaction. As the bell sounds Cruze lets go of Aurora who collapses to the canvas, laid out in an exhausted, battered condition. Orlando falls to his seat with his eyes glazed over slightly from the sheer beating he withstood in this contest, yet hanks to a miracle he still emerged victorious.

Dan: Orlando has done it, he’s done it! He’s knocked Aurora out cold with those elbows!

Mayne: With the help of a fudged up steel chair shot, and Faust battling Evans to the backstage area! Orlando must have been playing with a Ouija Board backstage or something, this has to be Satanically inspired in some form.

The crowd is screaming as an exhausted, drained Orlando rises to his feet, almost losing his balance in the process. He staggers around with his legs weakly propping up his frame. Before he can go down though, he turns to face Hurse, hoping to inflict some more damage to him only to have Desolation rush across the ring and nail him with a hard lariat to the throat. The fans start to react with repulsion as Cruze is almost beheaded by the lariat, which sends him crashing to the canvas forcefully spine first, the Dark Man hovering over him in anger.

Mayne: Hahahaha, Orlando may have won the match but he’ll never win the war.

Douglas: Not this again! We’ve seen far too much of this tonight. Don’t tell me that Orlando is going to become another victim, like Nathan Creed and Scott Gray-Harris.

Billy: That’s Orlando’s designation in life, Dan, he’s always going to be the victim.

Orlando struggles to reach his feet while Hurse is attempting to do the same at the behest of the co-holder of the tag team titles, who has brought his belt with him on this occasion. He bends forward with the tag belt gripped tightly, removing it from his shoulder as the dazed Cruze stands and turns around, walking right into a shot from the strap which connects between the eyes. The fans respond with despair and outrage as Orlando is taken down to the canvas across his back, gripping at his features in an almost unconscious condition. Hurse now staggers away from the ropes, almost losing his footing in the process as he takes the Icon around the neck, rolling him to his knees. Desolation is shouting instructions at the World Champion who forces Cruze up to his feet then charges forward right at the turnbuckle, stepping up and flipping backwards into the Shiranui, or Sliced Bread Number 2. Cruze crashes with force across the back of his head as Hurse lands on his knees over top of him, holding his back and wincing in pain in the process. The whole arena is reacting with repulsion as they are forced to witness this travesty taking place in the ring.

Dan: After everything Cruze endured in this match, this is not right for him to be subjected to such a heinous, dastardly assault. He might not be in any condition to make it to Redemption Roe, and we all know Nathan isn’t either.

Mayne: The odds are certainly being stacked in the Alpha Generation’s favor at the pay-per-view.

Aurora has spilled under the ropes to the outside mats, lying there a motionless mess after those thunderous elbow shots. Desolation has now approaches the steel chair and taken it off of the canvas, slowly moving in the direction of the exhausted laid out Cruze then turning it long ways. The steel is pressed directly to Cruze’s throat while Hurse begins to climb up the turnbuckle, the fans screaming and imploring them to stop this. It’s obvious that they have something truly disgusting in store for Cruze, a perhaps career ending move.

Douglas: No! Don’t do this, don’t do this!

Mayne: Orlando is about to be put out to pasture permanently. I love my backwoods analogies.

Hurse lifts his arms into the air, signaling for this career ending move while Desolation keeps shouting at his tag team partner to get on with it already. The reception from the crowd changes though as to a huge ovation, Robin Brooks, Jon Rich, Killjoy and Psycho come barreling down the ramp towards the ring at an accelerated base.

Douglas: Here come the other teams involved in the Redemption Roe gauntlet match!

Mayne: Why can’t anyway keep out of other people’s BUSINESS!?!

Dan: I imagine they’re just as sick of this as the rest of us.

Despite not exactly being on the same page as of late all four individuals come sliding into the ring, prompting Desolation to drop the chair and snatch the tag title belts off of the canvas. He rolls under the ropes while Hurse jumps off the turnbuckle to the apron then dives to the mats at his partner’s side. The Dark Man hands Hurse the Tag title before they jump over the barricade into the screaming sea of humanity. Jon Rich has jumped onto the middle rope, shouting for the tag champions to get back into the ring while Psycho stands on the turnbuckle, the Cartel title over his shoulder while making the same demand. Robin and Killjoy also stand on the opposite side of the ropes, glaring furiously at the tandem backing through the crowd. They slowly lift the Tag Title belts into the air above their heads, resulting in further repulsion from the crowd.

Douglas: What a wild ride this has been building into Redemption Roe, the reign of terror has been stopped this evening before it could go any further. But what team is going to take the tag titles off of the Alpha Generation at the pay-per-view.

Mayne: None of them, which is exactly what you’ll find out on Sunday.

Orlando is rolling around the ring holding the back of his aching cranium while Rich drops to Robin’s side, both of them slowly turning and realizing they’re standing in the ring with their Redemption Roe opponents. Killjoy and Psycho stand side by side as well, glaring at the tandem before them in an ever so suspicious manner. There is clear tension in the air between both teams as the show fades to black.

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