SURPRISE, SURPRISE
Instead of being treated to the usual IWC style opening video package the telecast commences with a close up of one Nathan Creed. The Manhattan Center is going absolutely insane at the sight of the Future making his way towards the entrance to the building, gabbing into a cell phone all throughout the process. Although the sun is now setting Creed still wears some designer shades while being adorned in his street attire. He carries no baggage, implying that he’s not here to compete, perhaps having an even bigger goal in mind as he approaches the backstage entrance to the building.
Nathan Creed: Yeah, I know I’m not suppose to be here tonight, just listen to me though….
A frustrated Nathan is getting short with the voice on the other end of the phone as steps past several automobiles.
Creed: I’m the last person who should be taking time off, or be given time off. I don’t deserve it. After I failed to win the Tag Team Titles with Cruze, after I failed to retire Kingdom, and now that he’s robbed me of my chance to unmask the Boss, there’s only one thing left for me to accomplish.
Creed nods his head, his features again displaying frustration yet understanding as he moves onto the cement walkway leading to the entrance, passing the last line of parked cars.
Nathan: I’ve got to achieve something that will make up for my multitude of failures to Cruze. The only way to do that is to ensure that this secret isn’t revealed tonight.
He sighs while getting within a few footsteps of the doorway.
Creed: Of course he has nothing to hide, but the last thing the Icon needs is this type of frustration on a night where he’s facing Christian Savior. His mind should be on victory tonight, and victory at Paranoia V, and I’m going to make sure that it stays that way. I’m going to guarantee that Sallie doesn’t open her mouth tonight, although she really is quite use to it, and I’m sure she probably paid her way through college by doing so….
A baseball bat is creamed right between the shoulders of Nathan, causing him to drop his cell phone and tumble forward to the ground. His phone smashes to pieces against the concrete while his skull cracks against the ground beside it, the fans on the inside of the Manhattan Center reacting with shock. A figure strolls out from between two parked cars with his back aimed towards the monitor. A fancy designer t-shirt is clinging to his frame with the sleeves rolled up and a hard metal bat swaying from the palm of his hand. He now stands over top of Nathan who is groaning in pain, still semi-conscious after that shot with the baseball bat.
After much effort Creed pushes himself up via his palms and his enraged eyes turn towards his attackers face.
Nathan: Son of a bit….
The bat cracks over the back of his head, sending Nathan tumbling forward sternum first into the concrete, now lying there a motionless mass. The two deadly shots from the bat have rendered him completely out cut. The bat falls with a clang to the concrete while this mysterious individual buries his fists to his hips and turns with a swagger to face the camera. All those inside of the Manhattan Center react with absolute shock and disgust at the sight of a man who hasn’t been seen in close to a year. The cocky Jackson Adams glares into the camera. A smarmy grin begins to extend up one side of his face, that trademark arrogance showing clear as day. He seems to bask in the fans reaction, which he can hear outside of the building, truly relishing in it.
Jackson Adams: Ahhhh, it’s good to be back.
As many teeth as he can possibly force into his smile are shown, which only intensifies the fans’ hatred.
Adams: Ladies and gentlemen, I guess judging by my triumphant yet unexpected return that you all should expect a night full of surprises.
Adams chuckles slightly to himself while kicking up dust with a backward scrape of his foot across the cement in the laid out Nathan’s direction. He now approaches the parking lot, leaving absolutely no explanation for his completely unexpected attack on the laid out Nathan Creed to open Riot!
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
If you feel so empty Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
So used up, so let down
If you feel so angry
Just get up
Let's start a riot
Let's start a riot, a riot
Let's start a riot
Robin Brooks takes up the screen diving off the top rope with a moonsault and coming crashing down stomach first towards the camera that was aimed upwards to catch a glimpse of her in all of her acrobatic splendor. The package then showcases Chapel delivering the Cardinal Sin while surrounded by a steel cage before shifting to a bloodied smiling face of Psycho, his dementia clear within his wide deranged eyes. Adam Riddick is featured flying through the air with a frog splash, soaring gracefully. Police are shown beating some looter with their knight sticks until 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!
The camera cuts live to the inside of the Manhattan Center where the fans are still sitting in absolute shock over what occurred outside of the building. There are no pyrotechnic displays tonight or any of the usual opening spectacles.
Dan Douglas: Uh, welcome to Riot! and what a completely unexpected way to open our telecast tonight….
Billy Mayne: Jackson Adams is back! He’s back!! I don’t think there is any way possible to open a show better than that.
Dan: On a night that is suppose to be full of surprises we’ve already apparently started off with a huge one. Jackson Adams has just assaulted Nathan Creed with a baseball bat in the parking lot, and I can’t help but to think this has something to do with the secret involving Orlando Cruze being revealed here tonight.
Mayne: This could be the single greatest Riot! ever. Jackson Adams is back! I hope that’s not the last we see of him tonight.
CHRISTIAN SAVIOR VS. ORLANDO CRUZE
You Know My Name by Chris Cornell blasts through the building and sends the Manhattan Center into a frenzy. Almost every fan in attendance is snapped out of their shock at the sight of Orlando Cruze making his way through the curtains and onto the stage. The new number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship at Paranoia V now stands in the spotlight with his Tag title glistening over his shoulder and his eyes furiously locked on the entry way. Clearly he realizes what just happened to Nathan but instead of being able to rush back and help him his match is taking place right this second.
Douglas: And we’re kicking things off here in a huge way. Number One Contender Orlando Cruze is about to go one on one with X-Class Champion Christian Savior, meaning we have to move on from what just happened to start out this show.
Mayne: Ohhh, do we have to? We’re talking about Jackson Adams’ return here.
Dan: Yes, in ring action is where our attention should be. I’m getting word by the way from backstage that Orlando Cruze wanted to go to Nathan’s aid, but he was informed that if he didn’t get to the ring to compete right here and right now, that he’d be in breach of contract and as thus he’ll no longer be number one contender.
Billy: Cruze finally doing the smart thing, picking business over friendship.
Douglas: He was forced into a corner here Billy. No choice existed.
Orlando does do any of his usual showboating as he climbs the apron and slips through the ropes, moving to the center of the ring. He is all business here tonight, obviously wanting to get this match over with so he can go to the back and check on Nathan’s condition. His Tag Championship is thrown to the official before he spins around to face the entry way, placing his palms to his knees and lying in wait.
Douglas: Christian Savior is going to have his hands full here tonight.
Mayne: Yeah, of lovely lady flesh most likely, but not with Cruze. Orlando is too grumpy to think comprehensively.
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The crowd starts booing as the countdown continues, as it signifies the arrival of a certain superstar. Their jeers quiet as the countdown reaches…
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You think you know me?!
There is a blinding explosion as "Coming Home" by Alter Bridge blares throughout the stadium. As the smoke clears, there is a figure standing with his back to the audience, his arms outstretched.
So I'm coming home
So I'm coming home
Lost on a road I don't belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own
Back to a world left long ago
And now I know
I'm coming home
I'll find my way back
I'm letting go
I'm coming home
Spinning around, the figure reveals himself to be Christian Savior, wearing his black pants and phoenix-logo shirt, along with a long black trenchcoat. Also adorning his frame is the X-Class Championship belt, glistening brightly about his waist. Looking around, a smirk soon graces his lips as the audience boos.
As I peel away
Every shooting star
I'm coming home
So I'm coming home
All the years of pain
I discovered what's been all along
You were so right
I was so wrong
They all fall so hard
They all fade like a played out song
Now is the time
Before all is lost
I'm coming home
Lost on a road I don't belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own
I'm coming home
Savior stops at the end of the ramp, shooting a look of disgust towards an Orlando supporter and removing his X-Class Title. He lifts it into the air and points at it with a grin before his eyes turn towards the ring. As soon as they do he’s drilled to the jaw from Orlando, who has met him at the end of the ramp.
Mayne: Cruze impatiently attacking Savior!
Douglas: Orlando is so fired up he didn’t want to wait for Savior to enter the ring, he’s enraged over what happened to Nathan Creed at the start of this telecast.
Savior is still stunned as he receives another punch to the face, Cruze seething as he takes just one of his rivals by the back of the head and leads him towards the ring. Before Savior has the chance to snap out of it he’s elevated into the air then dropped face first onto the apron. Savior bounces off and staggers backwards into Cruze who takes him by the wrist and whips him towards the steel steps. Christian turns and slams against the stairs hard spine first, arching his back from then and roaring in utter anguish.
Mayne: This isn’t fair, Orlando cheating to get this match underway! He assaulted Savior before he could even finish his entrance.
Douglas: Orlando is not only beating down Savior like this due to what happened to Nathan just seconds ago, but also because these two waged a violent, bloody rivalry throughout the fall and winter months. Who will ever forget that incredible Tag Team Cage match at Extinction?
Billy: If Savior didn’t win it, it’s not worth remembering.
Orlando steps towards the seated Savior and stomps him to the chest several times. Finally he takes hold of his hair and forces the shocked Christian up to his feet. The Rising Phoenix is absolutely reeling as he’s rolled into the ring under the ropes onto his elbows and knees. He’s now trying to regain his senses, trying to snap out of it after the brutality inflicted on him thus far. Orlando climbs onto the apron and begins to enter the ring through the ropes, stepping between them when Savior lunges into the air, catching him by the neck. The fans are in shock as Savior hits the diamond cutter on Orlando, pulling him down into the canvas face first with force.
Mayne: The diamond cutter!! See, I told you Orlando’s anger would cause him to make a fatal mistake!
Douglas: In this situation it did and Savior is now looking to capitalize on it with a quick pinfall!
Billy: The number one contender is about to be beat in a matter of seconds. How poetic.
Dan: I fail to see how.
The crowd is screaming as Savior crawls into the cover, hooking both of Cruze’s legs quickly. Referee Fitzpatrick drops down to make the count.
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Cruze kicks out to a thunderous reaction, infuriating the X-Class Champion. Savior rises to his feet and stomps at Orlando’s face, then lunges into the air, coming down knee first directly into it. Orlando turns away from him, swiping at his features while Savior kicks him to the back of the head, now bends forward and slaps his cranium in a derogatory manner.
Douglas: Oh come on Savior, the last thing you want to do is start toying with Orlando Cruze!
Mayne: Why not? He’s basically like human putty anyhow. Wait, was that an insult? I can’t tell.
Dan: Your slipping Billy, your really slipping.
Orlando holds his neck as he continues to be stomped and slapped playfully by the arrogant X-Class Champion. Christian takes him around the head finally and leads him to his feet, again placing him in position for the diamond cutter. A sadistic smirk inhabits his face as he rushes forward jumping into the air to deliver the move. Before he can connect the Icon pushes him off though, sending him slamming into the canvas spine first. Savior sits up, arching his back and roaring in pain while Orlando now bends forward behind him with palms on his knees. The crowd has a loud ovation as it’s obvious that the Icon is already setting up for the Rock Bottom, moments from finishing off Savior already. The dazed Savior rolls to his elbows and knees, starting to stand up when Orlando steps in and places his opponent in perfect positioning for the Rock Bottom. The crowd starts to rejoice before Savior launches a knee into Orlando’s ribs, bending him over forward then taking him by the back of the head. Savior rushes forward and jumps into the air, dragging Cruze down face first into the canvas. The facebuster connects, sending Orlando flopping onto his back while his bragging opponent stands over top of him. He extends his arms out to his sides with a big grin on his face.
Savior: That’s why I’m better than each and everyone of you!
He has no idea that Orlando has now nipped up to his feet behind him, standing tall with eyes lit ablaze with rage. Finally Christian turns to face his opponent and comes barreling forward only to be caught with a huge back drop. Christian is sent flipping through the air and slamming hard spine first into the ring. He reaches for his kidneys while turning over to his knees, trying to stand up quickly. As soon as he gets up Cruze comes in and delivers a hard right to his jaw, followed by another strike that sends him reeling in reverse against the corner. He falls against it for support while Orlando steps in and chops him stiffly to the sternum, the X-Class Champion’s legs kicking up into the air.
Mayne: This is getting ridiculous! Why won’t Orlando stay down and let Savior walk all over him, it be much more entertaining.
Douglas: The Icon is channeling all of his rage into this beatdown. He won’t ever forget the Bluegrass Bloodbath.
Another chop is stiffly delivered across Savior’s sternum, leaving a deep red streak across it. Orlando takes his slouched forward opponent under the jaw and stands him up when Christian flicks him right in the eyeball. Those in attendance respond with outrage while Cruze steps back, palming his pupil and unaware that Savior has puled himself up onto the turnbuckle in reverse. He now throws himself off, flying through the air and connecting with a dropkick directly to Orlando’s sternum. Cruze is sent crashing into the canvas spine first while Savior lands on his knees at his side, a jovial grin inhabiting his face.
Mayne: Yes, now that’s what I like to see!
Dan: Christian poking Orlando right in the eye, what a son of a b….
Billy: …Brilliant woman.
While holding his sternum Cruze rolls to his knees, trying to stand up only for Savior to rush up at his side and catch him with a front dropkick to the side of the skull. The strike sends him collapsing onto his back while Christian rolls in reverse onto his feet and now rushes forward, jumping into the air. He spreads out his arms and legs, coming down with a standing frog splash right on top of Orlando’s mid-section. Orlando wraps his arms around his gut, rolling away from Savior then getting to his knees in an exasperated state. He tries to get up only to have Savior keep on the pressure by now rushing forward into a stiff knee strike right to the face of the number one contender. Orlando tumbles onto his back as Christian charges past him into the ropes, jumping over the top one and landing feet first on the apron. He now puls himself over the cables and comes down with an assisted senton right across Orlando’s ribs. He rolls off of him onto his knees and immediately puts on a smug expression that furthers the crowd’s hostility.
Billy: Savior maintaining the pressure thanks to that brilliant counter he made a few moments ago.
Douglas: Brilliant counter? Could you possibly be anymore full of shit?
Although writhing in pain Cruze rolls towards the ropes, lying on his side just a few feet shy of them. This leaves him in perfect position for Christian to run across the ring and dropkick the lower back of the Icon, sending him sliding under the cables crashing to the outside mats. The official quickly sticks his head through the ropes checking on Orlando’s condition and informing him that he’s going to count out the number one contender. All the while, behind the official’s back, Savior has approached one of the turnbuckles, beginning to untie the middle pad. He removes it and throws it out of the ring to the disgust of the fans. Orlando is trying his best to stand up on the outside of the ring, the spark that provided his initial drive having been extinguished. As soon as he gets up with his back facing the squared circle Savior rushes across the ring and falls into a baseball slide dropkick right to his opponent’s back. The force sends Orlando rushing forward and colliding ribs first with the barricade, now leaning on it for support as he agonizes.
Savior drops to the outside mats and approaches the Icon, beginning to slug him repeatedly to the face with blatantly closed fists that the referee admonishes him for. Christian could care less though as he drags the Icon towards the ring and rolls him in under the ropes. Somehow Orlando is actually beginning to stand up in the ring despite the brutality which has thus far been dished out on him. As soon as he gets up Savior pulls himself over the top rope, launching his body into a shoulder block to Orlando’s sternum. Both men tumble to the ring with Christian coming down onto his knees and still looking incredibly pompous. He stands up and takes hold of Orlando’s neck, rolling him to his feet then thrusting him backwards into a turnbuckle, the one diagonal to the corner with the missing padding. He looks over his shoulder at the exposed bolt then slaps Cruze to the side of the face, taking him by the wrist and whipping him across the ring. Orlando rushes right at the turnbuckle, looking as if he’s about to be driven into the exposed bolt only to bend his head forward, placing it against the top pad. This sends his body up into a headstand on top of the corner, the crowd cheering at the sight of his agility and this bewildering counter. Orlando just remains on top of his head in the corner, his body aimed up into the air.
Douglas: Orlando with a headstand against the corner, avoiding the exposed bolt in the middle rope.
Mayne: What the hell is this? This isn’t a yoga class and Cruze doesn’t have the long, unkempt beard necessary to teach it.
A baffled Savior now comes rushing forward only for Orlando to drop down off of the corner, slipping over Christian’s shoulder and landing on his feet behind him. He quickly falls to the canvas though, catching Christian by the back of the tights and pulling him down into a school boy. Before a count can even be made Savior rolls over backwards out of the pinning predicament and rushes forward into a stiff knee strike to Orlando’s face. Cruze is knocked onto his back as Savior now stands over top of him, wearing a giant smile on his face. With Orlando sprawled out across the canvas Christian aims his back in his direction then flips over in reverse. He connects with a standing corkscrew moonsault, landing right on top of Orlando’s lungs and then hooking his leg.
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Orlando gets his shoulder up from the canvas, kicking out just seconds to spare. Savior sits up clicking his jaw and giving the official a harsh gaze.
Billy: Ratshit! Savior had the pinfall there!
Douglas: Wait, wait, did you just say ratshit? Why not simply say bullshit?
Mayne: Don’t stifle my creative genius Dan.
The flabbergasted Savior stands up and then bends forward, motioning for Orlando to stand up anxiously. He slaps both of his knees repeatedly as if calling for the Original Sin (Code-Breaker). Negativity flows from the fans as they sit anxiously on the edges of their chairs, watching Orlando turn over slowly, getting to his elbows and knees then trying to stand up slowly. He slowly, painstakingly begins to stand up in a very groggy, battered condition when Savior rushes forward and jumps into the air. He places his knees to Cruze’s face only for the Icon to reverse this move by grabbing hold of the legs and pushing Christian spine first into the canvas. He now separates the legs and tries to step through them, attempting to lock in the sharpshooter. The packed Manhattan Center fills with cheers as Savior squirms back and forth, trying to prevent being caught in the sharpshooter.
Billy: Oh no, not the sharpshooter again! I hate this move!!
Douglas: Orlando fighting to get it established, what an amazing counter to the Code-Breaker!
Mayne: Fight it Christian, fight it dammit!
Savior is doing everything in his power to escape being turned over into the sharpshooter before finding his salvation by grabbing the slacks of the nearby official. He clings to them for dear life as the referee tries his best to free himself. He finally rips his pants free from Savior and turns away from him long enough for Christian to reach out and rake Orlando’s eyes. The Icon steps back, clutching at his eyes in pain while Savior rolls in reverse onto his feet then steps forward, booting him to the ribs. Cruze bends forward as he’s now placed in a front chancery, Christian setting up for an elevated DDT. Before he can connect Cruze spins his body around out of the front chancery and grabs Savior by the wrist, pulling him forward into a front waist lock then dropping back into an overhead belly to belly suplex. Christian slams into the canvas across his spine then agonizingly rises to his feet, arching his back in the process. He turns around slowly to face the rising Cruze then bolts straight at him. Unfortunately for Savior he’s caught with a tilt-a-whirl right into the back breaker across Orlando’s knee. A roar of anguish emits from Savior as he tumbles off of the knee then rolls across the canvas, Orlando remaining in this kneeling position for a moment to collect himself.
Douglas: A big time series of moves from Orlando that have gotten him back into this bout.
Mayne: It’s too little too late, there’s no way Savior’s not winning this contest now despite what heavy guns Cruze busts out at this point!
Dan: That’s a very narrow minded assumption. Which really isn’t that shocking coming from you.
A flustered Orlando rises to his feet while Savior forces himself up to his feet in front of him, gripping at his ribs in pain. He’s booted to the mid-section then placed in a double underhook by Cruze who drops back into a bridging underhook suplex for the pin.
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Savior kicks out to boos from the crowd, who are becoming exasperated by the fact that Orlando can’t seem to finish off the X-Class Champion. The equally as flustered Cruze rolls to his knees, trying to stand up while Savior is forcing his way to his feet in front of him. Savior throws a punch in his weakened dazed state only to have it blocked by Orlando, who responds with a shot of his own which connects. Savior is sent staggering backwards when he’s jabbed again, then hit a third time with a forceful strike that sends him tumbling to the canvas spine first. He rolls across the ring to his elbows and knees while Orlando steps in only for the X-Class Champion to dive forward, the top of his head connecting with the Icon’s testicles. The official didn’t see how far south of the belt Savior’s head connected and as thus is unable to call him out for it. Christian doesn’t care if he does, standing up and jumping into the air. He catches Orlando around the back of the neck and pulls him down into the Original Sin!
Mayne: Hahahahaha, Savior has hit his version of the Code-Breaker!
Douglas: After nailing a low blow!
Orlando lies on his back completely dazed at this point, his eyes glossed over and blinking erratically as Savior crawls into the cover.
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Cruze kicks out to a tremendous ovation. Savior rises to his knees with an “are you serious” expression on his face. In frustration he now takes Orlando around the neck and pulls him up to his fee, turning as he places him in position for the diamond cutter yet again. He begins to step forward to hit it when the dazed Orlando pushes him off towards the turnbuckle. Savior stops just short of it and spins around as Orlando has found new life, rushing forward in an attempted clothesline. Christian ducks under it and steps behind Cruze, rushing at him for the Blaze of Glory (Spear). Orlando leap frogs Christian though who rushes under his legs and slams face first into the exposed turnbuckle bolt.
Mayne: Nyaaahhh!!
Douglas: Savior just speared the turnbuckle pad he removed earlier!
Christian bounces off the steel and with a wild eyed look on his face staggers towards Cruze who catches him with a drop toe hold. Savior’s skull slams against the canvas as he now bounces up to his knees, Orlando getting behind him and delivering repeated elbow strike to his skull. The fans are screaming as Orlando connects with the MMA elbows, hitting them repeatedly and violently to the side of Christian’s skull.
Douglas: Orlando has got Savior trapped and he’s drilling him repeatedly to the skull with the elbows!!
Mayne: No, no, no!!
The elbows continue to connect with the fans screaming passionately and Savior passing out slowly. That head first blow to the turnbuckle bolt has completely rendered him loopy and with these elbows now connecting he’s fading quicker and quicker. Finally the official steps in, seeing that he’s out cold and calling for the bell.
Douglas: Orlando has knocked Savior out with the MMA elbows, they’ve done the trick for him again!
Mayne: You mean to tell me he’s victorious again!?! Savior was screwed!
The Manhattan Center is buzzing with excitement as the bell sounds and Savior tumbles forward into the canvas, lying there unconscious, fighting to snap out of it though. Orlando stands up straight, quite exasperated after this grueling encounter where Savior constantly had the best of him. Taking deep breathes as the referee hands him his tag strap Orlando’s eyes again fill with concern. The official tries to lift his arm in victory but Cruze pulls it away and steps past him, moving towards the ropes.
Douglas: Orlando not staying out here to bask in the joy of what was a tremendous win over the red hot Christian Savior.
Mayne: What a bunch of malarkey! Savior should have won this match and if he had he’d stay out here to properly rub it in these disrespectful fans’ faces.
Dan: Orlando is more concerned about Creed then rubbing it in.
Orlando drops to the outside of the ring, thrusting his Tag strap over his shoulder and stepping up the ramp quickly towards the backstage area. Inside of the ring Christian is just now regaining his awareness, rising to his knees and glaring back and forth, realizing he’s just been defeated. He punches the canvas in anger and despair.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
It takes more than an eyebrow to become a star
A “W”
To screams of both pain and pleasure Susie Moore’s adorably redundant face flashes onto the screen. She tilts and twists her head with her blond locks tied up into a pony tail trying to read the cards positioned behind the camera. All the while she occupies the interview area which is just beyond the entry way, perhaps waiting for something to happen. She finally lifts her wrist and catches a glimpse of her watch, her face twitching noticeably as a result.
Susie: Wow, it’s really boring back here sometimes. I wish I was used as much as that bimbo in TNA, that skank is in every single segment of the show. Oh how I hate Jeremy Borash.
Her face scrunches with frustration before quickly changing when a sweaty, flustered Christian Savior steps into her path. The X-Class Title hangs from his palm and scrapes across the floor while stepping past her, as if he doesn’t even realize she’s standing there. Her presence doesn’t stand out to him until she calls his name.
Susie: Hey Christian, how’s it going?
Savior’s shadowy, narrowed eyes turn towards the oblivious Susie and do so slowly to add effect. When they settle on her even Susie’s ditzy brain realizes she asked the wrong question.
Savior: How am I? HOW AM I!?!
The second his chilling eyes get closer to her face she melts away in terror, cowering beneath his gaze.
Christian: My head is pounding, I just got screwed by shitty officiating in my match against Orlando, I got knocked the fuck out in the middle of the ring thanks to spearing an exposed turnbuckle and your asking me how I feel?
His breath is intense and intimidating, especially to the wilting flower that is Susie. Her hand shakes as she draws the microphone close to her trembling lips.
Susie: Yeah.
She says this response with a whimper which makes Savior’s eyes focus sharply on her all the more, filling with further intensity.
Christian: Why I’m just dandy Susie, thanks for asking…
Christian’s frowning features transform to a grin.
Savior: I’m not upset in the slightest, because I realize that one way or another, I’m still walking out of here with a “w” in the win column. Victory will not elude me twice.
Savior raises two fingers before Susie’s still timid face to emphasize his point. Now he jovially backs away from her, doing a complete 180 with his emotions. This only frightens and confuses Susie all the more.
Savior: By the end of this night, the world won’t be talking about me getting knocked out, it will be buzzing over the most shocking Riot! moment in history.
This emphatic statement resonates in the minds of all the fans as Savior turns and strolls casually away. Susie is left in the forefront of the camera, trying to piece together what Christian meant by that comment.
Susie: Jeez, and they say we have bad PMS.
Susie grimaces while continuing to watch the X-Class Champion constantly swagger towards an unknown destination, grabbing at his aching head in the process.
RINGSIDE
The camera comes back to the ringside area where Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne are seated with conflicted expressions on their faces.
Douglas: Don’t tell me Christian is planning to use that “match of your choice” stipulation tonight?
Mayne: What a pleasure that would be, watching Christian Savior fight for a second time this evening.
Dan: It’s already bad enough with the threat of Orlando’s secret being revealed looming over our heads this evening.
Billy: I can’t wait, what a wonderful night this still promises to be. Jackson Adams makes a shocking comeback, Desolation is going to kill Max Craven in the main event, Hurse is going to retain his title against Robin Brooks, and all of Orlando’s dirty little secrets are going to be leaked out. What a Riot!
I HOPE YOUR SATISFIED!!
These words are screamed over the PA system, sending the crowd into a loud uproar before GM AWOL’s entrance music begins to descend upon their ears. Their tune, much like the music, changes drastically at the sight of the General Manger moving through the curtains and onto the stage. A white suit clings to his body, which looks odd on such a threatening, menacing individual, who moves down the ramp with a callous smirk on his face.
Douglas: Look at this Billy, we’re being joined by General Manager AWOL apparently.
Mayne: He wasn’t scheduled to come out here. This is just anarchy dammit when we start improvising.
Dan: Just because you have to live by cue cards Billy, doesn’t mean the rest of us do.
AWOL reaches the ring but instead of entering it he steps around it, moving towards the announce table. This only increases Billy’s agitation, realizing that the GM is about to join them. AWOL steps around behind the table and grabs a vacant chair, as well as an unused headset.
Douglas: This certainly is a treat….
Mayne: The type with rat feces in it.
Dan: This is no time to talk about your mother’s cooking Billy. We’re being joined here at commentary by General Manager AWOL. If you don’t mind me asking you AWOL, what brings you out here?
AWOL sits down and looks blankly at Douglas for several awkward, tense moments before finally offering up a reply.
AWOL: Do I have to have a reason for just dropping in unnounced?
Neither Douglas nor Mayne respond, to threatened to question him.
AWOL: If you must know I got bored sitting backstage twiddling my thumbs, drinking Scotch and playing solitaire, so I figured I’d come out here and bask in the glory of my booking genius.
Douglas: I guess your referring to the five way fray you booked last week that is moments away from occurring.
AWOL: For once your assumption would be correct Dan. Don’t make a habit out of it.
Mayne: Believe me, he won’t.
FIVE WAY FRAY
The guitar riff can be heard through the arena. As the guitar blares throughout, smoke begins to come accross the entrance ramp.
"I'll try!
She said as she walked away, try not to lose you.
Two vibrant hearts have changed
Nothing beats the pain more than deception, unmasked fear.
I'll be here waiting, tested and secure!"
Out steps the ever arrogant "Lionheart" Ryan Mills, sporting a shirt with his own smiling face. He looks to his left and right as the smoke clears and stretches his arms out, showing that he is ready for battle tonight, all while flashing a matching smile as his shirt. He stands for a moment letting the smoke fully clear before he slowly makes his way towards the ring.
"Nothing hurts my world
"I wish I could be the one,
Just affects the one's around me.
When sins deep in my blood
You'll be the one to fall!"
The one who won't care at all.
But being the one on the stand,
I know the way to go, no one's guiding me.
When time soaked with blood turns its back
I know its hard to fall.
Confided in me was your heart,
I know its hurting you, but its killing me!"
The guitar comes back in heavily as Mills begins to walk up the steel stairs. He steps up onto the apron and grins to the crowd, as he turns to face them. "The Lionheart" is confidently jawing right at the front row, as they yell right back he just grins as he turns and leaps over the top rope. He walks to the other side of the ring, and and climbs up the ropes in the middle of the ring. He raises one arm to the sky pointing up, the whole time running his mouth to the crowd.
As Mills climbs down from the ring he jogs to the ropes and bounces off warming up for the match ahead of him.
AWOL: Well this guy seems vaguely familiar from somewhere. Did I buy some curry from him at one time?
Billy: That’s Ryan Mills, remember, he was with the Alpha Generation, the same group that left you lying in a pool of blood.
AWOL: You’ll have to be more specific.
Douglas: Ryan Mills made his return last week on Riot! in a grueling tag team encounter, and luckily he seems to have severed ties with the crumbling Alpha Generation alliance.
AWOL: I think the Alpha Generation have had more members than the nWo.
The lights throughout the stadium and the song Save Us begins to play as the lights begin to slowly flicker back on the spot light hits upon the entrance and Denile begins to walk down towards the ring looking around in a confused state of awe and anticipation. Denile steps over the barricade now and plants himself in one of the vacant steel chairs, pointing towards the action about to take place in the ring. He grabs a giant foam finger from one of the fans and puts it on, beginning to celebrate. The fans slap him on the shoulders though and inform him that he’s suppose to be competing right now to which Partis responds with a confused glare. Finally he snaps out of his daze, jumping the barricade then rolling in under the ropes as he jumps onto one of the turnbuckles, lifting his giant foam finger into he air to symbolize that he is indeed #1. Mills stands across from him in an opposite corner, shaking his head in clear repulsion.
Mayne: Denile, well, living in denial that he’s suppose to be competing in the ring right now.
Douglas: I don’t think he even realized he was suppose to be wrestling, that it’s his profession.
AWOL: And yet he’s won the past two weeks in a row. Go figure.
"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 face-paint. He looks around at the crowd, with a half smile on his face, before bowing his head, and slowly walking toward the ring. The crowd is jumping all over him, absolutely repulsed by his behavior over the past few months, sickened at the mere sight of the man who tried to ruin IWC’s Japan debut and has disrespected every one of his opponents over the past few monts.
He reaches the ring and then looks inside at both the competitors waiting for him, most of the lockeroom quite enraged with Silencer’s actions as of late. Instead of entering the ring he merely rolls his eyes and makes his way around it towards the announce table.
Mayne: Oh God, now someone else is coming over here to our announce table. How much screen time is going to be stolen from me!?!
AWOL: I don’t think Silencer is coming over here to commentate.
Silencer stops in front of the announce table and slams his palms down on top of it in anger.
Silencer: What is this AWOL?
Silencer motions towards the ring.
Silencer: When I demanded you put me in a match I was thinking a bout against Johnny Kingdom, not this shit!
He again motions towards the ring where Ryan is rolling his eyes and Denile is examining one of the turnbuckles, which feels ever so soft against his cheek.
AWOL: Silencer, Silencer, Silencer, your not getting Johnny Kingdom until Paranoia V, I told you that already.
Silencer: That’s BULLSHIT!
His fists strike the announce table as AWOL holds up his palm.
AWOL: Drop the act Silencer and get your ass in the ring to compete in this match.
The disgruntled competitor backs away from the table while shaking his head, a slight smirk coming to his face.
Silencer: You know what, if I’m not getting Johnny tonight then I’m not competing.
Silencer approaches Kaily Wolf, the ring announcer who quickly vacates her chair, the former Champion grabbing hold of the steel. He moves towards the side of the ring and plants the chair there, taking a seat in it while crossing his hands behind his head.
Douglas: Oh come on, Silencer refusing to compete yet again. I thought he was over this.
AWOL: Oh well, if he doesn’t want to get paid that’s his prerogative.
Mayne: He shouldn’t have to compete against anyone but Johnny Kingdom anyhow.
Silencer is getting comfortable as a high pitch plumber’s voice is heard over the speakers as he yells “Nintendo” which flashes across the screen. This is followed immediately by a man yelling ‘Sega’ with Sega flashing across the screen. The last thing before the music starts is the word ‘Presents’ on the Titantron. Then comes the music The 8 bit electronic compilation of the classic video game themes plays as the audience who haven’t yet started to, now start applauding. The titantron shows several video game systems such as the Nintendo, Super Nintendo, Sega Genesis, Dreamcast, etc all getting turned on and the name ‘Commander V’ flashes across the screen in 16 bit glory. As the audience applauds, none other than Ridley, aka Commander V runs out, his jacket undone. He poses for the audience by throwing his arms out and showing off his thin yet cut frame hidden slightly under his T shirt. V runs down the ramp high fiving as many fans as he can before sliding into the ring. He leaps to the turnbuckle and forms an ‘N’ with his hands. He goes to the opposite turn buckle and does the same. He then goes to the ropes and leans forward does the pose again. This time after the pose, he flicks his wrists to reveal an ‘S’ showing his allegiance to both counsels. He stands in the ring, removing his jacket, his shirt and his Triforce pendant. He stands in the ring and brings his left hand to his chest, and removes his one glove to look upon the tattoo on his hand depicting the Triforce of Courage. He nods to himself and puts the glove back on. He stands there all fired up as he awaits the match to start. Denile turns towards Mills in confusion.
Partis: Am I playing a video game?
Mills shakes his head but doesn’t remove his eyes from his partner from last week, Commander V sending a cold gaze in the direction of Ryan as well.
Douglas: You can just feel the tension between Commander V and Ryan Mills tonight. These two really did not get along last week.
Mayne: Of course they wouldn’t, one’s a world class athlete, and the other’s a nerdy video game player. That’s the type of stuff they base Fox sitcoms around.
AWOL: It sure will be nice to watch these two tear each other apart.
The arena drops into total darkness, the piano intro to“The Sacrament” by HIM begins to play and smoke appears in the entrance way. As the songs kicks in purple lights come on and Riggs comes walking out from the smoke. He stands on the rampway for a few seconds and throws one arm into the air before making his down to the ring. Denile pays close attention to the man who superkicked him last week as Riggs climbs up onto the apron, returning the stare.
AWOL: Now here’s a gentlemen that has caught my eye as of late.
Douglas: Riggs made a big return at Redemption Roe, but thanks to Partis’ rather jaded pinfall on him his momentum was nipped in the butt. Tonight though he has the chance to reclaim some of that momentum by winning this five way fray.
Mayne: Actually, with Silencer now sitting out it seems to be more of a four corner survival.
AWOL: Not much of a difference really.
The crowd seems rather energetic as now standing in the ring are Riggs and Denile Partis, both of these men starting out the encounter while Silencer is seated in a chair at ringside. His arms are crossed over his chest and a sour expression resides on his face, looking as if he almost refuses to participate in this encounter. Commander V is shouting derogatory video game slogans at Ryan Mills who glares at him from across the ring.
Douglas: Riggs and Partis to start out what should be a very confrontational five way fray. Two men begin, and the only way another can enter is by making the tag.
Mayne: Silencer’s got the right idea, he’s just sitting out through this contest. Maybe he’ll tag himself in when the time is right.
Dan: Silencer continuing his protest it seems of competing in the ring even though he demanded a match this week.
AWOL: Well, he actually demanded a one on one match against Johnny Kingdom, but I decided to throw him in this one since I was feeling particularly lazy.
Riggs and Partis circle each other, having developed a budding rivalry as of late before they jump forward into a collar elbow tie. They jockey for positioning until Riggs pushes down Denile’s arms then delivers a quick, vicious kick right to the back of Partis’ skull. The fans are stunned by this shot which causes Partis to stagger around, shaking his cranium to work out the kinks as Riggs spins to face him. He comes rushing forward only to walk right into a spinning back heel kick to the ribs from Denile, the shot doubling him over forward. Partis steps to his side and jumps forward for a thrust kick only to have Riggs spin around and avoid it. He places his back to Denile’s and pulls him down into a backslide pinning predicament.
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Partis rolls over in reverse onto his feet, standing up with Riggs getting to his feet in front of him then jumping forward into a leg lariat. He misses though, Denile ducking it then jumping into the air as he goes into a spinning heel kick. Riggs rolls under it, avoiding the strike at the last second. A stunned Partis turns around when Riggs steps in for a superkick only to have his ankle caught in the grasp of Denile. He pushes down on it, causing Riggs to place his feet to the canvas as Denile delivers a step up enzugari. However, Riggs ducks down at the last second, Partis’ foot missing his cranium as he comes down to his elbows and knees in front of him. Riggs jumps over Partis and pulls him onto the back of his shoulders into the Oklahoma Roll.
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Partis kicks out, dropping over to his knees then jumping to his feet with his fists clinched. Riggs stands up in front of him, knuckles clinched, ready to use them but hesitating. Both men exchange a long stare down with the crowd clapping loudly.
AWOL: You know, if my standards weren’t so insanely high I might actually be impressed by that.
Douglas: These two countering everything they’ve thrown at each other in this fast paced encounter thus far, having learned a lot about each other after that Redemption Roe encounter and teaming up last week.
Mayne: And here I thought these guys were incapable of learning new things, well Partis in particular, with his incredible topsy turvy mind.
The shadowy eyes of both Partis and Riggs remain locked on one another, backing up and contemplating their next moves when their shoulders are slapped. Commander V tags himself in by hitting Riggs’ shoulder and his tag partner from last week Mills has brought himself into the contest by hitting the back of Partis’ cranium. As soon as Denile turns around Ryan slips through the ropes and takes him by the back of the head, throwing him through the ropes to the outside of the ring. The crowd is responding with momentary outrage while Riggs smirks at the sight of Partis being pitched with such disrespect to the outside of the ring. The arrogant Mills turns to face Commander V who rushes at him only to drop down into a baseball slide between his legs. He catches both of Ryan’s ankles and lifts up on them, sending Mills crashing forward into the canvas. Mr. Video Game drops into a forward roll where he ends up seated at Mills’ side, locking his arms around his neck in a side headlock.
Mayne: Oh quit showing off Commander V, what you’ve done isn’t all that stellar. He knows the only thing he’s really good at is following along the steps to Dance Dance Revolution, and copying the cords of Guitar Hero.
AWOL: Words cannot describe just how homicidal those games make me.
Commander V twists and rips at Ryan’s head as his opponent stands up slowly, reaching his feet after much agonizing. As soon as both men get up Mills tries to lift the Commander into the air for a back drop only for him to twist and come down on top of his sternum. Ryan crashes onto his back with his opposition hitting him with almost a crossbody then rolling over onto his elbows and knees. He now goes into a head stand, nipping up onto his feet then rushing at the cables off to Ryan’s side, jumping to the middle rope. The ever so nimble Commander V springs off into a lionsault only for Ryan to roll out of the way at the last second. As a result he is forced to change up the move, instead landing directly on his feet as Mills stands up and barrels towards him. Commander V now jumps into the air, catching Mills with a hurricarana, snapping over into the pinning predicament.
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Mills sits up, pushing Commander V over onto the back of his shoulders in a pinning predicament.
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The Gamer rolls over backwards onto his feet then rushes forward at Mills who drops onto his back. He buries his feet to Commander V’s stomach and launches him up into the air with a monkey flip. However, Mr. Video Game flips out of it, landing directly on his feet to cheers from the crowd. He now rushes forward into the cables and bounces off of them, coming back in at Mills who rolls into his direction, causing Commander V to have to leap over him. As he does so though, Mills quickly flops onto his back, reaching up and catching his opponent around the ankle, causing him to be tripped. Commander V crashes forward onto the canvas as Ryan rolls over top of his back and ends up seated at his side, applying the side headlock submission hold. He really squeezes at the cranium of his opponent, grinning in satisfaction.
AWOL: Is it too much to ask that someone actually dominates a portion of a match for more than twenty seconds?
Douglas: I think that is asking too much when you’ve got so many aerial, fast paced athletes in this match.
Mayne: Book five way fray encounters consisting of fat asses next time, AWOL.
Silencer has his hands overlapped and placed on top of his head as he watches this action unfold within the center of the ring, not impressed in the slightest. Commander V forces his way to his feet, the Lionheart standing up at his side as he keeps the side headlock established. Suddenly the Commander Jumps into the air and actually twists his body around upside down, wrapping his arms around Mills’ waist and pulling him down into a sunset flip.
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Ryan rolls in reverse right onto his feet, rushing forward as Commander V nips up to his feet in time to be hit with a vicious decapitating clothesline. The strike sends Mr. Video Game into a corkscrew, finally coming down onto his back while Mils steps forward, shaking the kinks from his bicep. He turns with his back towards the ropes when Denile slaps his shoulder and then flips forward over the top rope. His legs come down on top of Mills’ shoulders as Partis sits up, seated across the back of his opponent’s neck now. He suddenly pushes himself up into the air, twisting around and dropping down in front of Mills’ face before snapping back into a hurricarana. Ryan crashes into the canvas across his back as a result, groaning in pain while rolling across the canvas. Commander V is slowly beginning to rise to his feet while Partis rushes into the cables in front of him, springing to the middle rope then flying off with a back elbow straight to his sternum.
Commander V crashes onto his back while Partis rolls over in reverse onto his feet then rushes at the cables running perpendicular to the ones that Riggs is standing just beyond. He springs to the middle rope, taking flight as he twists and dropkicks Riggs right to the side of the body, sending him flying off the apron to the outside mats.
AWOL: Wow, Denile actually stringing together a coherent series of offensive moves. And here I was barely giving him enough credit to be able to find his way to the ring tonight.
Mayne: Hey now, it’s not as easy as it sounds, I can’t tell you how many times I’ve ended up in the bathroom when I was headed towards the commentary booth.
The quick and deadly Partis stands up and takes hold of the top rope, waiting for Riggs to get to his feet on the outside of the ring. It’s clear he’s about to take flight, starting to pull himself up and over the top cable when his ankle is grabbed from behind. Commander V pulls him back down feet first to the canvas then spins him around, setting up for the downward spiral already. At the last second Denile back elbows to the head, breaking up his attempt at his finisher then stepping around behind him, locking him in position for a reverse neckbreaker. He drops to the canvas to nail it only to have Commander V hold onto the top rope, causing Partis to crash spine first into the canvas. The Commander now jumps into the air, landing across the back of his legs on the top rope and flipping over backwards into the Arabian Press moonsault. He hooks the leg for the pinfall.
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Riggs pulls himself up onto the apron then grabs the top rope, dragging himself over it. He transitions his body in mid-air in order to come down with a leg drop to the back of Commander V’s head, breaking up the pinfall attempt. He then rolls over backwards onto his feet and turns in time to spot Ryan Mills charging at him from across the ring. Riggs bends forward, catching him against his shoulders then back dropping his light frame over the top rope to the outside of the ring.
Douglas: Well AWOL it looks like things have quickly broken down out here yet again.
AWOL: Ah fuck it, I don’t care anymore, let them tear each other apart, gets them out of my hair at least. Although I will admit, Riggs is showing some actual talent in there.
Riggs runs across the ring into the opposite cables, bouncing off the far ropes then barreling forward. He now jumps over the top rope, flipping forward and crashing down right on top of the standing Mills, both men crashing to the mats with force, sending the fans into a loud uproar.
Mayne: Riggs with a dive!
Both Mills and Riggs spill to the thin protecting matting while Commander V stands up in the ring, gripping at the back of his neck as he steps towards the ropes. He pulls himself over them and lands on his feet across the apron, watching Riggs stand up in front of him. As soon as Riggs gets to his feet Commander V rushes across the apron then dives off into a forward flipping senton placha. His back hits Riggs’ sternum, coming down on top of him with the crowd cheering for this aerial display. Silencer continues to observe this with half opened eyes, as if slowly falling to sleep. The Commander jumps to his feet and lets out a battle-cry that gets the crowd in the Manhattan Center even more fired up. He now steps forward and slips under the ropes to the inside of the ring, beginning to stand up when Denile rushes forward at his side. He jumps into the air, hitting a fameouser on Commander V which sends his opponent’s face crashing violently into the canvas. The Manhattan Center crowd cheers at the sight of this while Commander V rolls onto his back, Partis crawling into the cover yet again.
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Mr. Video Game gets his shoulder up, kicking out before he could be bested. Therefore Denile takes him by the hair, rolling him to his knees then forcing him to his feet as he places him in position for the Roses, calling out for it to a loud reaction to the crowd. Commander V buries his shoulder to Denile’s gut though and forces him backwards across the ring, driving him spine first into a turnbuckle. As a result of this collision Denile’s arms tumble over the top ropes, Commander V backing up then rushing forward as he jumps into the air for a big splash. Partis steps out of the way, causing Commander V to do nothing more than splash the turnbuckle, his body wrapping around the top rope. Denile steps up behind him, reaching out and wrapping his arms around Commander V’s waist, dragging him off the top rope then turning before shoving him down face first into the canvas with a reverse powerbomb of sorts.
Douglas: These guys really busting out there all, well, with the exception of Silencer.
Mayne: There’s more bodies flying around than in ice-capades, but it’s far less entertaining.
AWOL: I’d have to be inclined to agree with that assessment Billy. And the more I agree with you, the less likely I am to murder you viciously.
Billy: Uh, yay?
The ever so quick Partis gets to his feet while Riggs is climbing in an incoherent manner onto the apron, trying to stand up slowly. His body is hurting him as he forces himself to an upright base, Partis quickly stepping in and throwing a right hand. It is blocked at the last second by Riggs who takes Denile around the back of the neck, pulling him down throat first into the top rope as he drops off the apron. His throat snaps off the cable as Denile now staggers backwards into the dazed Commander V who spins him around into the Game Over (Downward Spiral). Partis’ face slams hard off of the canvas yet the Commander is incapable of making the pinfall. In a sluggish manner Commander V sits up only to have Riggs enter the ring and rush right at him, connecting with a big time shining wizard directly to his face. V is now knocked onto his back, lying there in an unconscious state while Riggs is resting on his side, taking several deep breaths.
Instead of going for a pin he begins to stand up slowly, getting his feet beneath him right in time for Mills to spring off the top rope. He flies across the ring and connects with a dropkick right to Riggs’ sternum, sending him spinning to the ring while Ryan lands on his feet with all the grace of a cat.
AWOL: Finisher after finisher being hit and Mils jumping around like an idiot, how climatic.
Douglas: These guys really busting their asses here tonight to avenge what happened to them last week as well as to make names for themselves here in the IWC.
An IWC chant has commenced from the crowd while Mills turns to face the struggling Partis, who is just now reaching his feet in a battered, slightly disorientated condition. He is still feeling the effects of the Game Over as he turns towards Mills who steps forward looking for the superkick. It fails to connect, Denile stepping under it and then waiting for Ryan to turn, which is exactly what he does. As soon as he spins around he walks right into a kick to the gut, Denile placing him in a front chancery then swinging around and connecting with the Roses. Mills’ skull slams viciously into the canvas before he flops over onto his back, lying right beside a somewhat spent Partis.
Douglas: The Roses!
AWOL: What an odd name for the twist of fate neckbreaker. Oh well, I’ve grown weary trying to understand some of these characters.
Mayne: I stopped trying years ago.
All four men are down in the ring trying to recover after an exhaustive, fast paced encounter that broke down almost immediately from the onset. They try to recover, attempting to get up while Silencer yawns then rises from his chair at ringside finally. Inside of the ring Denile turns over slowly, attempting to force his way up to his feet as he starts to crawl into the cover on Mills only to have Silencer enter the ring behind him and take hold of the back of his head. He rushes him at the ropes and pitches Denile through the cables before turning and dropping down into the cover on Mills. The crowd is screaming in rage.
Douglas: Hey, what is Silencer doing?
Mayne: He’s sneaking in the back door to get the win!
AWOL: Wow, I’m shocked, Silencer showing intelligence.
Silencer has both legs pulled up into the pinfall with the crowd responding in anger.
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The crowd responds with hostility as Silencer has just snuck in and stolen a victory right from the grasp of Partis.
Douglas: Silencer sneaking in to get the pinfall. What a son of a bitch. Claimed he was going to sit this bout out but just sat around long enough for his opponents to eliminate each other.
Billy: And that is bad how?
AWOL: It’s about time Silencer actually showed a modicum of intelligence.
Partis sits up at ringside with frustration setting into his features, angered that he was just robbed of this victory by the intense looking Silencer. The former World Champion gets to a single knee and glares through the ropes at AWOL, giving him an intense stare. He now grabs Mills by the hair and forces him up to his feet, getting him upright then delivering a straight superkick right under his jaw. The crowd reacts with disgust as Mills is knocked unconscious by the shot, Silencer not through yet as he steps towards the ropes and slips through them. He drops to the outside mats and approaches the time keeper, reaching out and snatching his bell before returning to the ring.
AWOL: Not again.
Douglas: Silencer looks like he’s absolutely snapped for a second week in a row.
Mayne: And he actually won this time.
Commander V looks up and spots Silencer sliding into the ring with the bell, causing him to roll out of the squared circle quickly. Riggs does the same as he spots the homicidal tint in the former World Champion’s skin. A very winded, exhausted Ryan Mills starts to stand up, attempting to reach his feet, fighting to get his wobbly legs beneath him after taking that superkick. However, as soon as he reaches an upright base the ring bell cracks viciously over his head, the crowd grimacing and gesturing with middle fingers in the direction of Silencer.
Douglas: Dammit, now Silencer is attacking Ryan Mills with the ring bell!
AWOL: He must sit and think long and hard about new ways to irritate me.
Mayne: Just like me, but I usually use a flow chart.
Mill’s eyes are glazed over as Silencer throws down the ring bell in a fit of frustration, his focus transferring to the entry way where the curtains are swaying.
Silencer: KINGDOM! COME ON KINGDOM!!
Spit flies forth from his mouth while he observes the vacant staging area, no sign of the former World Champion as he had hoped. He grimaces in anger while turning towards Mills, now the only man left in the ring who is actually attempting to get up. However, Silencer grabs hold of his belt, dragging it off his frame and spotting the buckle. His demented eyes shift towards the announce table, focusing on AWOL’s face, obviously having very cruel, mischievous intentions in mind.
Douglas: I don’t like the look I’m seeing in Silencer’s eyes right now.
AWOL: To be perfectly honest with you, neither do I. I’ve seen that look from him when we faced off in the ring and it always spelled disaster.
Mayne: Let’s not forget what he did to Sabre last week with that belt.
Silencer shakes and convulses as he shouts out towards the General Manager.
Silencer: Give me Johnny Kingdom right now, and I won’t have to do this.
AWOL watches on with apathy at first before he painfully begins to shake his head with closed eyes, refusing to give into Silencer’s demands.
AWOL: Sorry, can’t do Simon….
The features of the former World Champion twist and contort as he now turns, dropping down on top of Mills, pushing him onto his back and taking the pointed clamp part of the belt between his fingers. He takes one last look at the General Manger and now begins to punch Ryan repeatedly between the eyes, busting him open immediately with a belt buckle.
Douglas: Oh God no, you’ve got to stop this AWOL, you’ve got to stop this!!
AWOL: Fine! Man you people are so needy.
Silencer continues to slug Ryan in the face with the buckle, busting him open even further as more and more claret flows. His twisted gaze again turns to the announce table, shouting out in anger.
Silencer: GIVE ME KINGDOM! BRING KINGDOM OUT HERE!!
Blood drips all down Ryan’s face as the clamp is now crooked thanks to all the punches lobbed into his face by the ravenous Silencer.
AWOL: SILENCER! What the fuck do you think your doing?
The General Manager has now got a microphone as he moves towards the ring, climbing up onto the apron slowly, in no big rush.
Mayne: Ahhh, I was starting to enjoy this.
Douglas: AWOL finally intervening here thank heavens, before anymore damage could be done to Commander V at the hands of this lunatic.
Silencer stands up with blood covering his fists as he glares towards AWOL on the apron.
Silencer: Are you going to give me Johnny tonight, or not!?!
With no tact and no hesitation AWOL responds.
AWOL: What? And kill the buyrates? Hell no!
This is not the answer the former World Champion wanted to hear, prompting him to begin stomping Ryan’s bloodied forehead repeatedly.
AWOL: Security, get your lazy asses out here and escort Silencer from the building yet again! If you want Johnny Kingdom, you’ll have to wait till Paranoia V, like a patient little fella.
Security moves in drones through the curtains and rushes down the ramp yet again, their jobs never done it seems. They slip into the ring and immediately crowd around Silencer who stares down into the blood that is on his hands for the second week in a row. He tosses down the buckle and begins to back away from the groaning, agonizing Ryan Mills, who’s face is no more than a crimson pool at this point. Instead of putting up a resistance his eyes focus on AWOL, who will not be intimidated by such a cold, calculating stare. He glares right back into the vacant eyes of the former World Champion.
Douglas: Security coming out here and for the second week in a row are being forced to remove Silencer from the ring.
Mayne: This guy is not going to stop until he gets his hands on Johnny Kingdom. There is absolutely no doubting that at this point. Who’s going to be the next innocent victim caught in his path?
The Lionheart is convulsing as Silencer steps away from him and slips through the ropes, not taking his eyes off of AWOL but being strangely complacent. As he drops to the mats and steps up the ramp security surrounds him, ensuring that he cannot attack another competitor or another fan like he did last week. All the while AWOL’s eyes have strangely transferred to Riggs, who is now standing on the apron just a few feet removed from him. As their pupils cross one another they find their glances locked on the other’s face, unable to turn away as an awkward silence ensues.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
COMING SOON TO DVD
RINGSIDE
The show comes back live to the faces of Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne, both men staring forward with shock clear in their eyes over the spectacle that transpired before the break. The Riot! theme song plays in the background as both men begin to speak bout that last startling turn of events.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, if your just joining us for the second week in a row Silencer has viciously assaulted one of his opponent’s post match.
Mayne: Just like we saw last week with Sabre, Silencer snapped and attacked Ryan Mills claiming he wants Johnny Kingdom here tonight.
Dan: And for once I was actually happy to have AWOL here at ringside, as he stopped matters before they could get too far out of hand.
Billy: Yeah, but regrettably during the break he also had Silencer ejected from the building yet again.
DURING THE BREAK
With some of his paint melted from his face the vicious and scrappy Silencer moves through the backstage corridors towards the exit. Security flanks him, following close on his heels as the malicious former Champion takes heavy beaths spawned from anger directed at Johnny Kingdom as well as AWOL’s decision. The closer he gets towards the exit the angrier he seems to get, about to pass into the cold streets of Manhattan in no more than his wrestling gear.
Silencer: This is getting really repetitive gentlemen!
These words are spoken to the menacing security guards positioned behind his back light heartedly at first. His demeanor quickly changes as he turns to face them though, showing no fear as he steps chest to chest against them. Although many of them are much bigger than he is Silencer does not back down.
Silencer: The reason I don’t knock your jaw so far down your throat that your shitting bones for weeks is because I’m choosing to play along for now.
He speaks these words through a grit of his teeth, sending saliva shooting into the eyes of the much taller and thicker individual clad in a black security shirt before him. He now turns and steps back and forth in front of the line of guards, staring each one of them in their eyes.
Silencer: But I won’t be playing this game with AWOL, the Boss, and Johnny Kingdom for long. There is going to be no protecting Kingdom from me for long. He will bleed at my hands at the biggest event in IWC’s history, and before it.
Not a single guard speaks up as Silencer speaks these words threateningly enough for even his biggest skeptic to believe.
Silencer: No one is going to keep him safe for much longer. And if AWOL, Sallie, Krissie, or the Boss get in my way they’re safety will be jeopardized as well. Take that message back to your employers, and if you run by Kingdom, inform him that there are still three more weeks before Paranoia V.
Silencer doesn’t turn to face the exit, instead he laughs to himself as he backs towards it. He unleashes a deep, maniacal laughter while swiping the blood of Ryan Mills from his palm and across his sternum. Reaching in reverse he pushes the door open and steps out continuing to chuckle rather sinisterly.
Mayne: For the third week in a row, either Johnny Kingdom or Silencer have been ejected from the building, accomplishing two things. First, it makes sure Silencer and Kingdom don’t kill each other before Paranoia V, and secondly it bores the shit out of us with a lack of deviation.
Dan: The people running the show sure are trying to keep these two away from each other, but like Silencer implied, there may be no stopping him and Kingdom locking it up before Paranoia V.
Billy: It’s literally only a matter of time before they tear each other apart.
ONCE IN A LIFETIME
Those packed into the Manhattan Center celebrate accordingly at the sight of Robin Brooks warming up backstage. She stretches in preparation for what should be the biggest match of her career. As she arches over sideways to exert pressure on her abdominal muscles her mind thinks back to how her relationship with the World Champion went sour, and how it’s all come down to this one special night. She begins to do several squat thrusts, really working the kinks out of her muscle for what promises to be the most intense encounter of her entire life. Without a knock the door to her dressing room opens and in saunters with confidence the former Title holder, Killjoy. The sight of him not only fills the fans with joy but also creates a twinkle in Robin’s eye. She stands up straight, ceasing her squat thrusts then turning towards her former lover, who takes her hand into his own.
Robin: I was beginning to wonder rather you were going to show up tonight or not.
Killjoy slightly smirks and tilts his head as he offers up an explanation for his absence.
Killjoy: I had a few things I had to take care of before I could get here.
Brooks: Oh sure. You just don’t want to feel emasculated by me winning the World title tonight.
Her words are spoken with thick sarcasm that causes Killjoy to grin wider and play along.
Killjoy: Okay, okay, you got me. You were the one wearing the pants and I’m just your spunky little sidekick. No, really though, I wanted to make sure I got everything taken care of so I’ll have the rest of the night to spend celebrating your title win with you.
Although quite enthused at the prospect of winning the World Championship, the thought of spending a fun filled night with Killjoy sounds all the more appealing. She lowers her head and brushes her hair coyly behind her ear. Killjoy takes her under the jaw and raises her head to stare into his rarely compassionate eyes.
Killjoy: Your going to do it Kiddo, I can feel it every single one of my bones.
Robin grins with a shaky smile.
Robin: You really think so?
Killjoy: I don’t doubt it for a second. In just a few moments you will stand over top of Hurse’s lifeless body, you will have finally put him in your rearview mirror, and you will have your hand raised in victory with the World Heavyweight Title in your grasp.
Brooks bats her eyes.
Brooks: Really?
Killjoy: Am I liar?
No response is given yet Killjoy continues anyway.
Killjoy: Kiddo, I can feel it, the fans can feel it, and I’m sure deep down inside you feel it to. It’s time for things to change, it’s time to end this rivalry with Hurse, and it’s time for a new World Champion to be crowned. This is a once in a lifetime opportunity Robin, and I know you won’t blow it.
His words seem to fill her with motivation and energy, causing her to stand tall with conviction.
Robin: You’re right; it is time for a change. I’m going to shock the world Deakin.
Killjoy stares into her eyes affectionately with his hand resting on her shoulder, rubbing it as an awkward silence ensues between them.
JON RICH © VS. PAT EVANS
“Outsider” begins to play over the PA system, resulting in a negative response from the sold out crowd as a somewhat distracted Pat Evans steps out onto the stage. The Submission Championship glistens over his shoulder while his eyes transfer back and forth to take in the sight of the fans. He is not amused by their response, but even more flustered it seems by the lack of Aurora Rose at his side. He now makes his way down the ramp and towards the ring as he prepared to square off one on one with Jon Rich for the N.H.B Title he won a shot at via defeating Axl Evermore last week in the steel cage. He seems to still be feeling the effects of that contest as he climbs onto the apron and takes a stoic look out over the fans.
Mayne: What a way to come back from commercial break with Pat Evans about to challenge for the N.H.B Title. Finally the title is going to be taken from Jon Rich by the submission maestro himself.
Douglas: This is a huge title match here on Riot!, the first of three championships to be defended here this evening. Pat Evans went through hell on the last telecast to earn this bout, but will he make good on the opportunity?
Mayne: Of course he will. The mere notion that Jon Rich is even in the league of Pat Evans is laughable. And I’m talking Jamie Fox performance in Ray laughable. I just hope that Pat isn’t distracted by the lack of Aurora at ringside tonight, who was idiotic enough to walk away from the best thing that’s ever happened to her.
The intense looking Evans drops down off the turnbuckle, backing towards the center of the ring then handing his belt to the official. The screen begins flashing with the beat of "Unbreakable" by Bon Jovi. The fans jump to their feet and watch as Jon walks from the back, smile on his face and N.H.B Championship around his waist. He points to the fans as he steps on the stage. He stands dead center, drops to both knees, crosses his arms and lowers his head before snapping the arms outward and snapping his head back with a scream as the pyros from the stage begin to shoot off. He hops to his feet and jogs the isle, slapping the hands of the fans before sliding into the ring. He gets to his feet, runs to the corner, and taunts the fans by holding his title belt aloft.
Mayne: Yeah, you just keep showing off Rich, it’s only going to make it all the more bitter sweet when Evans pins your ass and takes your title.
Douglas: Optimistic aren’t we?
Billy: I have the right to be.
Dan: Well, I’m going to put a little more faith in Rich’s abilities here tonight. He went through a lot to reclaim his N.H.B Title from Desolation, so he’s not going to allow his belt to be taken easily.
The Submission Champion glares across the ring at the N.H.B Champion, both men’s primal gazes locked upon one another.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, this should be a good one, Pat Evans squaring off with N.H.B Champion Jon Rich in a one on one bout for the title. After weeks of speculation over who the number one contender is, Evans finally emerged the clear contender on the last show.
Mayne: Meaning that I get to soil myself with excitement at he prospect of Rich’s title reign coming to an end tonight. Yay, my pants are already getting damp.
Dan: The less you share, the better.
The crowd stands in anticipation of what they’re about to see as Evans maniacally glares in the direction of Rich, prepared to take the belt off of him that has been there for quite a while. As the bell rings Jon hands the belt to the official but then turns to face a fist being thrown at his features. Jon blocks the shot and responds with a blow of his own to Evans’ jaw, knocking him backwards as a result. Rich now delivers a hard spinning back heel kick to his ribs, which doubles Evans over forward. He grips at his abdomen while Jon rushes into the cables in front of him, springing to the second rope then flying through the air with a twisting lariat delivered right to the standing Evans’ neck. Both men are knocked to the canvas with Pat quickly rolling across the ring and spilling under the ropes to the outside.
Douglas: Rich getting off to a great start here against Evans, despite the distraction by Aurora.
Mayne: This is all because Evans hasn’t fully recovered from that brutal Steel Cage match last week mind you, and the distraction of that minx Aurora.
Douglas: You have more excuses than George Bush when he invaded Iraq. Oh yeah, that’s right, I went there.
Evans holds his sternum as he tries to recover but Rich rolls under the ropes and steps up behind him. He takes Pat by the back of the head and launches him face first into the top of the barricade. The sound of Pat’s skull colliding with steel echoes throughout the arena and sends him staggering across the mats in a disorientated fashion. Jon jumps onto the apron and waits for Pat to turn around, setting up for something big. As soon as Pat turns to face him, Rich storms across the apron and throws himself off into a diving forearm smash right to his opponent’s jaw. The crowd in the Manhattan Center cheers loudly as Evans is taken to the mats and Rich comes down beside him.
Mayne: Why is Rich throwing himself around like he’s a fairy fucking princess!?!
Douglas: I don’t think that analogy works in this situation Billy. Rich is vengeful against Evans over the conclusion of that triple threat from several weeks ago when Pat laid him out with the chain.
Pat is sprawled across the mats as he tries his best to recover from that flying forearm smash, turning away from his intense opponent and using the barricade to stand up. As soon as he gets to his feet he’s thrown back first against the barricade by Rich then chopped with tremendous force right across the sternum.
Rich now steps to his side and takes him by the back of the head, rushing him towards the ring and preparing to roll him in under the cables only to have Pat turn, reversing this. Instead he sends Rich charging towards the ring when Jon jumps into the air, landing with cat like grace on the apron then flipping over in reverse. He moonsaults towards Evans who steps out of the way, causing Jon to change things up as he acrobatically lands on his feet instead. The second he begins to rush forward though he’s met with a hard thrust kick right under the jaw from Evans. The shot has left Rich incredibly disorientated, stumbling backwards before Evans steps behind him and takes hold of his head, rushing him towards the steel post. Rich bounces off the post skull first and then turns, dropping with force to outside mats and listening to the crowd’s screams.
Mayne: Yes, Evans is ever the opportunist!
Douglas: A face first impact with the ringpost may spell disaster for Rich, especially given the condition of his cranium after all those MMA elbows he withstood last week.
Evans drags Rich to his feet before pulling him to the ring where he is rolled in under the ropes. The Submission Champion hops onto the apron and then pulls himself over the top rope, twisting as he comes down with a splash right on top of Rich’s ribs. He quickly hooks Jon’s leg.
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Rich kicks out, getting his shoulder off the canvas quickly. This angers Evans who rises to his feet and takes hold of Jon’s arm, immediately thrusting it down to the canvas where it slams off the ring with force. Jon sits up, groaning in pain and shaking his arm only to have Evans take hold of it and fold it over behind his head in a modified wrist lock. Pat stands behind his seated opponent, twisting the arm at a brutal angle and grinning without remorse. The crowd slaps the barricade, shouting into the ring for Rich to fight out of this, yet he seems on the verge of tapping out. Instead he begins to force himself upwards, trying to find a quick escape to this textbook yet very effective submission predicament. As soon as he stands up with Evans still upright behind him and twisting at the arm Jon turns his body, burying his shoulders against Pat’s ribs then lifting him into the air. He has him in a fireman’s carry yet Evans ducks his head and slips forward off of Rich’s shoulders, falling down at his side and keeping hold of the arm. Jon is flipped over sideways off the canvas as he crashes onto his seat, the Submission Champion standing up behind him and continuing to aggressively maintain the hold.
Mayne: Bow down to the greatest submission wrestler in the IWC, Dan. You pretty much have to after seeing counters like that.
Douglas: I will not bow down to anyone.
Billy: You should be use to getting down on your knees by now Dan.
Jon grits his teeth and stomps the back of his boots against the ring while Evans twists and rips at the arm, trying to earn a quick submission in what was until now a very fast paced encounter. Rich begins to grind his teeth as he rises painstakingly to his feet with Evans’ eyes ablaze with animosity. Suddenly he drops to his knees though and falls forward, causing Pat to be flipped over top of his head and sent rolling across the canvas as he tried to keep hold of the submission. He turns though and maintains his grip on the wrist, using this grasp to pull Rich towards him and driving his shoulder into Jon’s bicep. The impact sends Rich crashing down to the canvas spine first, bouncing off of the ring then sitting up. He winces in pain while grabbing at his shoulder only to have Pat dropkick him right to the arm, knocking him down to the canvas yet again. Pat scoots up beside him and takes hold of the arm once more, extending it out to his side and applying a modified arm lock submission. His back is pressed to Jon’s ribs while Rich’s arm is dug against the ribcage of the aggressor.
Billy: Isn’t this the closest thing to beauty in this world that isn’t a plastic bag being tossed around in the wind? Evans is just working over that arm so effectively.
Douglas: So I guess his technical skills are unlike your dialogue.
Mayne: Hey, you don’t see me taking shots at your commentary ability, mostly because it’s become far too easy.
The pain coursing through Rich’s arm intensifies as Evans continues his technical approach to this No Holds Barred Title bout. Rose looks on with satisfaction before Rich lifts his elbow and drives it into the side of Pat’s head, then does it once again to the back of his cranium, trying to use his legs to free himself. Evans only tightens the hold and grimaces with each shot to the skull before the last one delivered causes his grasp to weaken just enough for Rich to roll in reverse onto his feet. Pat stands up though still holding onto the wrist and then pulling Rich forward for another blow to his arm. Jon dives though and catches Evans by the back of the pants, pulling him over in reverse with a school boy.
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Evans kicks out, rolling over in reverse and then grabbing hold of the arm that was gripping at his pants. He stands and places the arm over his shoulder before delivering a stunner on it. A roar of pain comes from Jon as he grabs his bicep and turns away from Evans, stepping to the center of the ring. Pat gets up behind him and rushes forward though only to have Jon suddenly flip over backwards into the Pele kick. It connects violently to the side of Evans’ skull, causing him to stand there now in a dazed, disorientated state before he finally tumbles onto his back. Jon sits on the ring shaking his arm and rubbing at his bicep before crawling rapidly into he cover.
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Evans again kicks out, keeping his title aspirations alive.
Douglas: What a counter by Rich, connecting with that vile Pele kick with expert timing!
Mayne: Is Jon one of those weird sea creatures with eyes in the back of his head and dozens of secret tentacles and….
Dan: And this is leading to some kind of point?
Billy: Nope.
Both Champion and Challenger begin to rise to their feet when Rich steps in and meets Pat with a hard European Uppercut. The strike causes him to stand up and become disorientated before he’s hit with a hard kick to the back of the thigh. Jon is using every inch of his anatomy to his benefit while he shakes his arm to get some feeling back into it. With his opponent dazed he now jumps into the air, spinning around and connecting with a roundhouse kick right to the jaw of Evans. The shot sends him spilling through the cables backwards and landing knees first on the apron. He begins to stand up when Rich reaches over the ropes and takes him by the back of the head, rushing him across the apron in the direction of the turnbuckle. Pat is unable to stop it as he’s rammed face first into the turnbuckle post, bouncing off it then twisting as he crashes feet first to the outside mats. Yes, somehow he was able to land upright albeit bent forward and suffering from the revenge he was forced to endure thanks to ramming Jon’s cranium against the post earlier. As soon as he turns towards the ring though Rich rushes forward and throws himself over the top rope backwards, coming down on top of Evans with a moonsault that sends the crowd into a craze.
Douglas: What an incredible high flying move by Rich, the moonsault from the inside of the ring to the outside.
Mayne: I am so sick of his flashy, look at me, I’m special style moves.
The crowd slaps the barricades and cheers while Rich holds his mid-section and shakes his arm in the process. He is still reeling from the damage done to his bicep as he takes Evans by the hair, rolling him to his knees then slapping on a front chancery as he rushes at the ring steps. He moves up them then steps off the apron and swings around into a tornado DDT. The top of Evans’ skull collides with the mats, sending him flipping over onto his seat in a truly disorientated condition.
Douglas: Now a tornado DDT on the outside mats! Rich is just being vicious here tonight!
Mayne: He must still be upset that he’s not going to Paranoia V. The thought still makes me chuckle.
The Manhattan Center crowd is still cheering loudly while Rich forces Evans up and then rolls him into the ring under the cables. The N.H.B Champion now reaches under the ropes and retrieves a steel trash can, creating an even louder position reaction. He jumps quickly onto the apron, beginning to slide through the ropes with the can held out in front of him. As soon as he does though Evans takes him around the neck, dragging him into the ring so that his ankles are positioned across the middle cable and the rest of his body is elevated into the air. He drops back, delivering a DDT that plants Rich’s face into the trashcan that he was holding. The Champion’s skull bashes violently off the steel which crumbles under his cranium. He drops onto his back while Evans sits there and tries to recover, then crawls quickly into the cover. He hooks the legs for the pinfall.
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Jon kicks out, getting his shoulder up with just seconds to spare and irritating Evans. The Submission title holder rises to his feet, increasingly flustered as he grabs the dented up trash can and places it on top of Rich’s mid-section. He now steps over top of him and moves in the direction of the corner, scaling it quickly. The sadistic Evans gets to the second rope, turns and launches himself off with a back first senton splash right into the trash can. Jon begins to convulse in pain while Pat sits on the canvas, a twisted smirk of delight residing on his face.
Billy: Are you watching this chaos unfold Dan, Evans is just picking apart the Champion now, methodically wearing him down.
The Submission Champion rises to his feet while holding his spine before grabbing the dented up trash can, lifting it into the air and placing it on top of Jon’s battered bicep. He now drops an elbow into the trash can, causing it to collide violently with Rich’s bicep. A roar of anguish emanates from the already badly damaged Rich, who turns away from Evans gripping at his arm in terrible pain. Pat’s methodical assault knows no ends though as he stands and rolls to the outside of the ring, retrieving a steel chair, then re-entering the squared circle.
Douglas: Oh no, chairs have become the most dangerous weapon utilized in these N.H.B Title confrontations.
Evans approaches the struggling Rich, who is now on his knees trying to get up. He’s grabbed by the back of the head and forces towards the turnbuckle, thrown spine first against it in a seated position. Evans now lifts his arm into the air and places it between the top and middle rope also sandwiching the chair in front of it to hold it in place. The intense Evans steps back and rushes forward into a dropkick delivered right to the chair, crushing the arm of the N.H.B Champion in the process. The chair falls to the canvas while Rich grabs hold of his arm, roaring in horrid pain and stomping his feet to the canvas in the process.
Mayne: Did you see that!?!
Douglas: I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone assault the arm in that fashion before.
Rich is grabbed by the wrist and forced up to his feet before his arm is thrust out in front of Evans’ sternum who drops back into the Divorce Court arm breaker. Rich bounces off the canvas then rolls onto his back, grabbing his shoulder and yelling in pain before Evans crawls into the cover.
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Jon powers out of the pinfall, agonizing as he takes hold of the bicep. A slightly disgruntled Evans rises to his feet and buries his knee into the small of Jon’s back. He reaches out and grabs hold of the arm of the Champion, bending it over backwards into a top wrist lock modification. He pulls back on the arm and digs his knee deeply into the agonizing Rich’s spine, applying the London Dungeon. More roars of pain emit from Rich’s lungs as his arm is twisted and mangled in the grasp of the now emotionless Evans. Rich balls up his other fist as he tries to resist the urge to tap out. It’s incredibly difficult given the condition of his arm, Evans almost ripping every muscle contained within it.
Dan: The London Dungeon submission hold applied on Jon Rich, and that really, badly debilitates the arm.
Mayne: As if it weren’t debilitated enough already.
The crowd is on it’s feet cheering and stomping in the hopes that it will motivate the N.H.B and Tag Team Champion to rise to his feet. Despite being in overwhelming agony he buries one of his knees to the canvas and begins to force himself upward. Every inch of him is shaking as Evans absolutely mangles the arm of his opposition. With another torque Rich falls back to his sternum and now begins to slide sideways in the direction of the ropes. His foot raises into the air and falls over the bottom rope, but the referee can’t disqualify Evans for keeping the submission locked in as there are no disqualifications. Jon quickly realizes this and as thus tries to force himself up to his feet yet again even with Evans’ knee wedged firmly in the small of his back. The arm continues to be pulled over in reverse in the folded position while Evans’ eyes twinkle with villainous intentions. Although in horrid agony Rich gets to his feet with his arm still being folded over backwards in the top wrist lock. Suddenly Pat steps to his side and falls to his seat, pulling Jon down into a top wrist STO. Rich’s fist hits the canvas as he now sits up, grabbing at his arm and Pat rolling away from him as he snatches up the steel chair. He again wedges it in between the top rope and middle cable before turning back towards Evans who is trying his hardest to get back up.
Instead of reaching his feet on his own he’s assisted to an upright base as Evans folds his arm around behind his back into the hammerlock. He bends Rich forward and begins to charge him at the chair positioned in the corner, looking to drive him shoulder first into the steel. However, Rich reverse it, standing up and switching to Pat’s side, trying to whip him into the chair. At the last second Pat reverses the reversal and instead sends Rich charging spine first right into the chair. His back cracks against the steel as his arms fall over the cables, keeping him upright in the corner. The malicious Evans bends forward and charges at him with a spear to his mid-section only to have Jon step out of the way, causing Pat’s skull to ram violently into the chair.
Mayne: Ahhhh!!
Douglas: Evans’ skull just slammed into that chair violently!
Pat’s eyes awkwardly blink as he staggers backwards, Jon twisting as he jumps to the second rope and springs off of it. He twists in mid-air and with one arm catches Evans around the neck, pulling him around into another tornado DDT. The top of Evans’ skull crashes violently into the ring before he flips over onto his back, lying there motionless amongst a wave of approval from the sold out crowd. Everyone is going nuts as Rich holds his discolored bicep and crawls into the cover.
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The arena is in shock as Evans kicks out, just barely launching his shoulder from the ring in the nick of time. The N.H.B Champion sits up, still rubbing at his arm in horrid pain and shaking in rage.
Mayne: Oh Jesus how I love you!
Douglas: Pat kicks out somehow in what has been a very confrontational N.H.B title bout!
Jon now crawls away from Evans and grabs hold of the steel trashcan that has caused him so much suffering thus far in this confrontation. Rich places the can across his sternum, turns his back to Evans and moonsaults over right on top of him. The can collides violently with Evans’ sternum as it is sandwiched between both men. Pat begins to shake violently while Rich rolls away from him still holding his bicep. He agonizingly gets up while Evans starts to rise on instinct, holding his chest which may have been cracked by the trashcan. He starts to get up when Rich moves up behind him, taking hold of both of his arms, placing them around his neck in position for the Get Rich Quick. Suddenly Evans drops onto his back though and reaches out catching Rich by the ankle. He sits up and causes Rich to fall forward as at first it looks like Pat is going for the ankle lock only for him to dive forward and take hold of the arm. He is going for the fujiwara to a loud ovation from the fans.
Douglas: Evans is going back to the arm!
Mayne: Yes, yes! Tap out Rich, tap out you bastard!
The arm is almost snapped before Rich ducks his head and rolls forward over top of the chair that was brought into this contest earlier. He snatches it off of the canvas and rushes forward into the ropes, bouncing off of them and coming back in at the seated Evans. Jon jumps into the air, placing the chair under his feet then dropkicking it viciously right into Pat’s face. The crowd responds with a loud ovation as Rich throws the chair then crawls into the cover.
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Pat again kicks out to screams of despair from the fans.
Douglas: My God, what a title bout we are seeing here ladies and gentlemen. These two are going back and forth with this hardcore warfare.
Mayne: I could care less about how classic of a match we might be witnessing, all that I’m worried about is Evans emerging with the title!
A “Rich” chant starts from the crowd as he slowly gets up gripping at his shoulder and turning away from the laid out Pat in the process. He rubs at his bicep several times to get the blood flowing again before spinning back to face Evans, stepping towards him quickly. He is shocked though when Pat picks up the chair and lobs the top edge of it right into his shoulder. Rich again spins away from him, gripping at his arm and gritting his teeth while Pat sets the chair up on the canvas in a seated position. As soon as Jon turns to face him he’s placed in a hammerlock, Evans dropping back into a hammerlock DDT that drives him shoulder first into the sat up chair. A loud grimace is heard from the fans as Jon drops onto his back, holding his shoulder and almost passing out from the pain while Pat crawls into the cover.
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No! Now Jon kicks out, getting his mangled shoulder up off of the canvas.
Billy: Dammit to all hell, we should have had a new champion there!
Douglas: Pat seconds away from uncrowning Rich in what has been another violent, vicious N.H.B title defense.
Pat remains stretched across his back, grimacing and growing enraged as he turns onto his knees. His eyes focus to a sharp point on Rich before reaching into his pocket and removing the steel chain yet again.
Douglas: Oh no, come on now! Why must Pat use this damn chain in every single encounter!?! I’ve had about as much of it as I can take.
Mayne: I don’t know why he isn’t using the chain that was lent to him by the Alpha Generation.
Dan: That might make things a tad worse actually.
Evans begins to turn towards Rich with the chain around his fist when Jon unexpectedly stands up, delivering a straight boot to the fist of his opponent. As a result the chain flies through the air, landing on the canvas several feet away from Evans who goes into a full spin. He turns to face Rich who despite having unbearable pain in his shoulder charges forward right to a boot to the ribs. He is doubled over forward as Evans places him in a front chancery then drops back into a vicious evenflow DDT. Rich crashes head first into the canvas then flops over onto his back, lying motionless as Evans again crawls into the cover, hooking both legs.
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Rich gets his shoulder up again to a loud ovation from the fans, keeping his title within his possession for the time being. Pat sits up with his eyes bugging out of his skull and filling with outrage over the fact that he has still yet to win the N.H.B title, his blood absolutely boiling. Rich is trying his best to recover, holding his forehead and reaching for his shoulder in pain while rolling towards the chair set up in the middle of the ring. Pat crawls forward and reaches out for the chain when a hand extends under the cables, grabbing it off the canvas. All those packed into the Manhattan Center react joyously at the sight of Faust backing up with the chain raised high in the air and the Cartel Title shimmering as it rests over his shoulder. An outraged Evans stands up and glares at Faust intensely, ready to rip his throat out while the Vampire Lord back peddles with a huge smile on his face around the ring. All the while he is twirling his rival’s chain around his finger.
Mayne: HEY!
Douglas: Faust has just taken that chain away from Evans, ensuring that he won’t be able to use it on Rich! It’s about time someone stepped in and stopped this!
Billy: He has no justifiable right to come out here and do this! What business is this of his?
Evans stands up straight, his eyes following the grinning Faust around the ring and burning with hatred. Finally he turns around to face Rich who suddenly throws a steel chair to him. Pat catches it right in front of his face when Rich steps in and delivers a superkick directly to the steel. The fans react with shock and applause as Evans drops the chair and stands there swaying for a second then finally crashes onto his back. He now lies there motionless while Jon crawls into the cover.
Mayne: AAHHHH!!
Douglas: A superkick to the chair Evans was holding!
Billy: Don’t tell me Rich is going to be the first person to beat Evans!
Jon crawls into the cover, hooking both of Pat’s legs with the fans screaming loudly.
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Everyone in the Manhattan Center expresses their shock as Pat Evans has just been pinned for the first time in an IWC ring.
Mayne: I think I’m going to vomit worse than Linda Blair.
Douglas: Jon Rich has retained his title, and he’s become the first person in the IWC to defeat Pat Evans with a three count!
Billy: None of this would have happened if it weren’t for that blasted FAUST!
The packed Manhattan Center expresses utter delight on behalf of Rich who rises to his feet with the referee handing him his title belt. He lifts it into the air then grimaces in pain as he puts the belt into the other hand, using that arm instead to show off the gold to the screaming fans. Faust is grinning while backing up the ramp still and swinging the chain around his finger, having just ensured Evans wasn’t going to emerge with another title belt.
Douglas: What another shocking event here on Riot!
Mayne: This just killed my buzz.
Jon steps across the ring and scales the turnbuckle, although exhausted he lifts his belt and points to himself, still all fired up. The crowd is cheering at the top of their lungs for him while Evans finally recovers from his daze, sitting up and glaring at the smirking Faust who now occupies the stage. His rage increases ten fold at the sight of the fanged apparition.
A THANKS WOULD BE NICE
Deso, how many times do I have to say I’m sorry before you’ll forgive me?
Those inhabiting the Manhattan Center respond with disgust at the sight of the ever apologetic, desperate Hurse standing beside his Alpha Generation cohort Desolation. The crowd derives much disgust from the sight of them as they lurk in the boundaries of a backstage corridor. Much like the fans Desolation seems to be rather alienated as the World Champion pleads his case, not even able to look at him as he crosses his arms over his broad sternum and leans back first against a set of oddly stacked crate. Hurse is almost in tears as he begs for forgiveness.
Hurse: What is it going to take for you to realize that I made an honest mistake, one I’m trying my best to make up for? After all, we’re not all like you, we’re not all infallible. I leave messages on your machines, have letters sent to your house left and right, hell, I even fed-exed that puppy to you, and although I didn’t realize it needed air-holes or food it was the gesture that counted. So please, I’m begging you Desolation, give me another chance. I’d get down on my knees but these are designer slacks.
Hurse binds his hands together in a prayer like fashion while tilting his head and gazing longingly into the face of the Dark Man. Desolation sighs and turns back towards the World Champion with a shake of his head.
Desolation: Okay, fine, I’ll take you back, but only because your persistence nauseates me. Plus if Tia opens another package with a dead animal inside I’m sure I’ll never hear the end of it from Hellkat.
Hurse: THANK YOU! Oh dear lord thank you Desolation! You have no idea what kind of hell these past few weeks have been like on me! I haven’t been able to eat, I can’t sleep, I haven’t even had a bowel movement!
He extends his arms to step in for a celebratory hug only to have his chest engulfed by Desolation’s palm, who holds him at bay.
Desolation: Hold on now. Let’s not start tickling each other’s taints like Nathan and Orlando here, I have conditions that must be met before our team can officially be reunited.
The relief fades from Hurse’s face, pestered that he must jump through hoops for the Dark Man, no matter what prize rests on his obedience. Nevertheless he eagerly jumps at the chance to placate his estranged partner.
Hurse: Of course, name it and I’ll do it. As long as it doesn’t involve me wearing any costumes with a butt flap or assless chaps I’m game.
Desolation strokes his chin for a moment.
Desolation: Hmm, I don’t think I’ll go quite that far. But first and foremost, if you want the honor of my association then you must effectively end your dependence on Robin Brooks tonight.
Hurse: Absolutely, no probl….
Desolation: I don’t want to hear her name, see her face, or question her gender ever again. I want this over and done with once and for all. If you handle her tonight, if you rid the IWC of her and smuggle your head free from her hindparts then I’ll take you back.
For a moment Hurse contemplates this before nodding his head excitedly.
Hurse: Of course, I’ll take care of her tonight, I’ll have no problem doing it with you at my side…..
Desolation: NYAH! I didn’t say I’d help you fulfill this task, you need to do it entirely on your own.
Hurse: But, but, Robin’s going to have Killjoy and Jon Rich, and half the navy in her corner….
The Dark Man’s palm raises in front of Hurse’s face, symbolizing his unwillingness to hear it.
Desolation: Quit wasting your breath Stevie. You either handle Robin on your own tonight or our partnership is effectively finished. It’s so simple a feces flinging Silencer could understand.
Hurse becomes terrified at the prospect of facing Robin tonight without Desolation in his corner, anxiously fumbling about with his fingers on his partner’s shoulder. The Dark Man swipes them away with the back of his hand and then crosses his arms over his sternum once more. A chuckle emits from the figure standing in the shadows off to their right. Desolation doesn’t bother to look, realizing who this laughter belongs to almost immediately while Hurse anxiously stares over his partner’s shoulder into the darkness.
Desolation: Terrific, another clusterfuck segment. Stop hiding in the shadows, melodrama was never your thing, Kingdom.
To a loud ovation Johnny Kingdom moves into the light, Hurse’s excitement becoming just as clear as his former Creative Control tag team partner.
Kingdom: Yes, I do like to save the melodrama for people like Aurora Rose, Orlando Cruze, and well, pretty much the majority of the roster.
Desolation: It’s nice to know we can agree on the finer points in life. But what brings you to eavesdrop on our conversation in an ever so emoish fashion?
A smirk settles on the Team Leader’s face as he steps closer to a gentlemen he’s genuinely despised in the past and his former Tag Team partner. One examines his nails and the other grins with anticipation.
Johnny: Well, to be blunt, which is exactly what our new employer must be smoking, I came back here because I felt that I deser….
Hurse: JOHNNY!
Kingdom is momentarily agitated by the World Champion, who’s smile extends from one ear to the other, his eyes opened wide and teeming with excitement.
Hurse: I heard that you were back and all of a sudden I care! It’s been a long time man! How’s the wife and kids?
Small talk is the last thing Kingdom wanted to exchange in this little diatribe.
Kingdom: Well, although I know your just going to cut me off…
Hurse: Those goofy little bastards, hahahaha. So listen, since you’re here tonight, since your back to doing what you do best, how about for old time sakes you accompany me out to the ring and revel in the opportunity to be in my shadow again?
Surprisingly Kingdom seems to weigh the option, nodding as he contemplates reigniting the old spark that was Creative Control.
Kingdom: Hmmm, seeing as your kind of working in collusion with the guy who ruined my solace via solitude I’ll have to think about it.
Hurse’s smile wavers yet remains before Desolation bluntly spells it out for him.
Desolation: He’s being sarcastic.
Hurse: SHIT!
The World Champion stomps his foot in agitation while turning away from Kingdom and Desolation, pacing nervously.
Desolation: You were saying before you were so rudely interrupted by Hurse’s ignorance?
Johnny finally transfers his focus back to the point at hand.
Kingdom: Oh, I just figured that even though technically we should be at odds with one another considering our alliances, yours being with the Boss, and mine being with myself, that it shouldn’t stop you from thanking me.
A scoff comes from Desolation, followed by a deep chuckle. One so sinister it would give your grandmother a stroke.
Desolation: Pardon?
Kingdom: Come on Desolation, just say it, you’ll feel better. After all, I didn’t need to come out and save your ass last week against Silencer, but I did so out of the kindness of my heart.
Although grinning Desolation’s eyes narrow on the Team Leader’s throat.
Desolation: And I’m sure it has nothing to do with your bitter hatred for that future Kevorkian patient?
Johnny raises his fingers and holds them a little apart.
Kingdom: Maybe just a little, but I still deserve a thank you. Your body certainly couldn’t have held out for much longer in that match, given the arthritis that probably cripples your hands and the riga mortis that paralyzes most of your muscles. So it was a blessing I came along when I did.
Desolation: Old jokes? I guess your association with Jackson Adams rubbed off more on you than you thought, and if it did I would suggest bathing yourself for many hours with steaming hot water and battery acid. But the second I ask, or actually require help from the broken down, fame floundering Kingdom, is the very moment I hang myself with a Cthulhu tentacle. I certainly don’t need help against Silencer as I’ve defeated him more times than Aurora can count on her fingers, in her head, or even with the use of a calculator.
Johnny: Yeah, but at Paranoia V I’ll prove that’s just easy as shooting fish in a barrel or coming up with new insults against Orlando Cruze. It’s certainly nothing to brag about…
His words are cut off with a laugh from Desolation.
Desolation: I can’t argue with that logic. But instead of standing here all night exchanging wits, where I continuously dominate you as easily as I would physically, I’m afraid I have other matters to deal with.
Kingdom: Yes, your attempts at intellectual dialogue have grown quite stagnant, much like the match making around here. And although you haven’t said thank you, I know deep down inside, you’ve got some repressed gratitude. Yet far be it from you to actually express some emotions.
Another scoff comes from Desolation as tension fills the air between these two legendary IWC competitors. The air is ripe with hostility between them, which is obvious by their words which drip with sarcasm and insult.
Hurse: Is anyone going to come to the ring with me!?!
Kingdom & Desolation: NO!
They both snap at him cruelly which offends Hurse enough to back up with his body laden with horror. He stares back and forth at both men before biting his tongue and spinning away from them.
Hurse: Fine then, I’ll do this myself.
Hurse marches towards the ring ready to defend his title while Kingdom and Desolation observe one another with malicious intentions.
Douglas: The World Title on the line next!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
HURSE © VS. ROBIN BROOKS
The camera returns to the ringside area where the crowd is waiting anxiously for the impending confrontation, the huge World Title match which will surely shake up the main event at Paranoia V. The camera switches to take in the sight of Jon Rich seated at ringside behind the commentary table, drenched with sweat and now holding a bag of ice to his shoulder. Billy glares across the other end of the table at him in repulsion while Douglas basks in the joy of his presence.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen we are just moments away from a World Title match that has been almost a year in the making, and joining us for this all important encounter here at commentary is a man who is no stranger to title defenses, Jon Rich. I’m a bit surprised to see you out here Jon, I thought you’d be in the back getting your shoulder taken care of.
Jon grins slightly even though he’s still in pain from that hard fought N.H.B Title defense.
Rich: Well to be honest Dan, I’m hurting from head to toe after that match against the ever tough Pat Evans, but wild horses couldn’t drag me away from watching Robin Brooks uncrown Hurse of the World title.
Mayne: Oh please, you honestly think that your tag team partner has any chance in hell of emerging with the title tonight? There’s a better chance that Keanu Reeves will learn how to act.
Jon: This business is founded on the principle that anything could happen Billy, and it’s not exactly like Hurse is infallible or invincible.
Billy: Says you.
Tell me exactly
Rah! Rah!
It doesn't really seem
Rah! Rah!
Is she not right?
You always wanted
Rah! Rah!
Is she not right?
Ramidi ma ma ba di ma!
Is she really telling lies again?
Eeeeeeeyow!
Is she not right?
The little bitch,
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!
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.
Lie to me!
Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!
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!
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.
Lie to me!
Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!
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 din do!
Ramidi ma ma ba di ma!
Ramidi ma ma ba di mo!
[all x3]
Doesn't she realize she's in danger?
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!
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. The cheering raises the rafters in support of her, the crowd vehemently behind her here tonight as she looks to win the World Championship for the very first time in her IWC career. 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 kickboxing moves. She follows this up by running to the ring and sliding in under the ropes, kicking her hair back and raising her arms into the air from her kneeling position. All those packed in the Manhattan Center shower her with praises as she overlooks them excitedly. Killjoy now comes into view marching down the ramp and clapping his hands together for her as he reaches ringside, not wanting to steal any of her spotlight by coming out at her side.
Jon: There she is ladies and gents, your next World Heavyweight Champion!
Mayne: This is ridiculous, absolutely ridiculous! I’d rather watch twenty back to back episodes of Full House than this travesty, Robin doesn’t deserve a title match, what she deserves is a black eye for being a cheating cun….
Rich: Billy, I may have just competed in a brutal match, but that won’t stop me from slapping your distasteful little mouth.
Billy: I’ll behave.
Douglas: Robin has been waiting for this moment for months and now it is finally here. Ever since she broke up with Hurse he’s been hounding her until he finally snapped, broke down and accepted this encounter tonight. And now with the eyes of the world watching, with her partner at commentary and her mentor at ringside, Robin prepares for the biggest match of her professional career.
Robin jumps up and down in the ring to exercise and prepare her muscles while Killjoy shouts some words of encouragement at ringside. That’s when some familiar, but un-welcomed music begins to play throughout the Manhattan Center, leading into a negative release of jeers from the audience.
There is a house in New Orleeeeannns
They call it the Risssiiinng Suuunnn
And its been the ruiiiinn of many a pooorr booyyy
And God I know I’m one…
Before the crowd properly has time to react with their disgust and outrage through the curtains strolls the source of their disgust, the World Heavyweight Champion himself, Hurse. The Championship is contained around his waist while sweat already streams down his face due to fear, a terror that is exacerbated as his eyes meet the determined Robin’s on the inside of the ring. He can feel his heart jumping into his throat at the sight of Killjoy at ringside, realizing that while she has back up, Desolation is nowhere in sight, and outright refused to be his corner man tonight. He takes a deep breath though and reminds himself why he made this challenge, to get some revenge on Robin for betraying him. Therefore he moves towards the ring and nervously pulls himself up on the apron, suspiciously eyeing Brooks all the while.
Rich: Is it just me, or does Hurse look a little worried?
Rich wears a giant grin on his face as he poses this inquiry.
Douglas: Hurse perhaps beginning to rethink making this challenge last week, as he must have thought Desolation would have gotten over his anger about the loss of the Tag Team Titles and accompany him out here. Instead that isn’t the case, Hurse is all on his own for a change.
Mayne: It doesn’t matter, nothing will stop him from walking away with the World Title still in his possession tonight.
Jon: I think your in for a shock tonight Billy.
Billy: No, you’re the one who’s going to be surprised tonight, Jon.
The anger from the crowd intensifies as Hurse climbs the steps onto the apron anxiously glancing down at a smirking Killjoy. The Master of the Mind Games nods his head and motions towards the ring, not even saying a word. Hurse’s attention shifts to the fierce gaze of Brooks as he slips into the squared circle, handing his World Championship to the official in the process. Referee Chester Princeton steps back, lifting the gold into the air to a loud reaction then bestowing it upon the time keeper. The crowd is screaming, everyone in the building cheering at the sight of Robin Brooks and Hurse staring across the ring at each other, about to clash one on one for the biggest prize in all of the IWC.
Douglas: This is it ladies and gentlemen, a moment we’ve all been waiting for, Robin versus Hurse for the World Title.
Jon: The air is ripe for a title change tonight.
The referee turns and calls for the bell which chimes in the background, Robin quickly moving across the ring right in the direction of Hurse, showing no hesitation. As she steps towards him Hurse suddenly dives through the ropes and lands on his feet at ringside, backing away from the squared circle. The fans are booing with outrage as Hurse lowers his head, shaking it and moving around the ring slowly.
Douglas: Oh come on, Hurse vacating the ring because he doesn’t want to face Robin without Desolation at his side.
Mayne: No, he’s making the butterflies come to her stomach is all, he’s making her wait even longer, this is actually brilliant strategy.
Jon: Bull…Hurse is stalling and you know it, Billy.
Billy: It’s Mr. Mayne to you sonny boy.
Rich: We’re like the same age.
Robin steps back to the center of the ring at referee Princeton’s behest, who starts to make a mandatory ten count in order to disqualify the World Champion. Hurse doesn’t care as he continues to pace back and forth at ringside, Killjoy shouting at him to re-enter the ring. Finally, at the count of seven Hurse rolls back into the ring onto his knees, Robin moving towards him quickly when he rolls right back under the ropes again. The fans react with repulsion as he begins to pace around the squared circle with a leery smile on his face.
Jon: For God sakes, get in the ring and COMPETE!
Hurse continues to move around the ring grinning coyly when Killjoy has had enough, beginning to storm in his direction. Hurse turns in time to spot the angry individual approaching, forcing him in terror to roll back into the ring. He stands up and backs away from the ropes, pointing at Killjoy and demanding the referee remove him from ringside. Before the official can make a ruling Hurse is rolled up from behind by Robin into the school boy.
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Hurse kicks out to boos from the crowd and drops over onto his knees in shock. Robin steps to his side and jumps over his back, catching the World Champion by the thigh and neck then pulling him over into an Oklahoma Roll.
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A stunned World Champion gets his shoulder from the canvas again, rising to his feet then rushing forward at Robin who ducks his attempted clothesline. She catches him by the arms and pulls him down into a backslide.
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For a third straight time the World Champion kicks out, flabbergasted with his heart in his throat after almost losing his championship so quickly. He gets up with rage boiling beneath his flesh and steps towards Robin who now catches him with a small package.
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The Alpha Generation member again lobs his shoulder from the canvas.
Mayne: Dear lord what the hell is going on!?! Hurse was almost pinned with the small package!
Jon: Which is shocking, considering Hurse should be no stranger to small packages, much like yourself Billy. Go Robin!
The Champion drops down to his elbows and knees and quickly begins to scurry towards the ropes, hoping to exit under the bottom one when Robin grabs his ankle. She keeps him from exiting the ring then uses all of her strength to drag him back to the center. She now raises her elbow and drops it at his back only for Hurse to roll out of the way. The point of her elbow connects with the canvas as a result, causing her to sit up and wince in pain. A reeling Hurse steps up behind her and takes hold of this arm, folding it over backwards into the top wrist lock with quickness, hoping it will be enough to obtain him a quick submission. Killjoy slaps the apron, shouting at Robin to get out of this, pleading with her to keep fighting. Excruciating pain courses through her arm though as Hurse grins towards Killjoy, only further enraging the former World Champion.
Rich: Come on Brooks, you can get out of this.
Douglas: She’s got to find an escape from this quickly established top wrist lock.
Mayne: She’s a goner already, told you so.
Robin suddenly drops back and rolls over in reverse, causing the grin to fade from the World Champion’s face as she frees herself from his hold. However, he keeps a grasp on her wrist, pulling her forward only for Brooks to jump into the air, catching him around the neck then twisting around into a head scissors. The move sends him flying towards the ropes and landing sternum first on the middle cable, Brooks standing up behind him then charging into the opposite cables. She looks to be going for a 619 only to have Hurse get up and rush towards her at the last second. He catches her against the ribs and throws her into he air only to have Brooks come down on top of his shoulders then snap over backwards into a hurricarana.
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Hurse kicks out to screams from the fans, pushing Robin over backwards onto her shoulders then standing and grabbing hold of the back of her trunks. As the official drops down to make the count he grabs the middle rope for further leverage. The crowd is screaming as the count is made.
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Robin kicks out, despite having her trunks held and the ropes used for leverage. An enraged Hurse steps back, protesting the speed of the count. The official explains it was by the book, forcing the Champion to step forward and grab Robin by the head, pulling it under his seat then extending his arms to his sides. The crowd is booing as it’s obvious that he’s setting up for the Sanitizer (Styles Clash). He begins to bend forward to take her around the waist when Robin suddenly swings her body, having scouted this move and freeing her head. She turns in a full circle to face Hurse who grabs her around the neck, setting up for his version of the Contra Code. He rushes towards the ropes only to have Brooks push him into the turnbuckle. Hurse spins around and cracks against the corner spine first while Robin now comes rushing towards him and eats a boot for her troubles.
Mayne: Hahahahaha….
Hurse now wears a smug grin as he rushes out of the corner only to have Brooks jump into the air and dropkick him viciously right to the face.
Billy: AAAAHHH!
Douglas: What a dropkick from Brooks!
Rich: She’s got Hurse reeling now, keep it up Robin, keep it up!
Killjoy is shouting the same words of encouragement as Hurse has been knocked backwards into the corner, falling to his seat and leaning against it. His eyes flutter from the impact of that dropkick as Robin turns in a circle, overlooking her screaming, approving fans. She now rushes at the corner, catching hold of the top rope then pushing her lower body up into the air. She swings her feet towards Hurse for an assisted, slingshot front dropkick only for the Champion to bail under the ropes. This causes Brooks to miss and release the top rope, sending her plummeting hard spine first right into the canvas. The fans grimace as a result of what they just witnessed as Brooks lies on the ring, reaching for her spine and wailing in agony. Hurse seems intent on giving her something else to scream about though as he approaches the time keeper and drags him out of his chair, reaching down and grabbing the steel he was seated on.
Douglas: Oh come on! Hurse is grabbing a chair! He looks like he’s about to get himself intentionally disqualified in order to retain his title!
Jon: No, it isn’t going down like this, it can’t!
Mayne: It is Rich, this was Hurse’s plan all along! To lure Robin into the ring then beat the hell out of her with a chair, I love it!
The jeers from the fans only escalate as Hurse slides into the ring under the ropes with the chair still in hand, approaching the down Brooks. Robin is pushing herself up onto her elbows and knees, reaching for her spine while Hurse raises the chair above his head, about to use it amongst screams from the crowd only to have it grabbed out of his hands from behind. Hurse spins around to face Killjoy who turns the chair long-ways and now drives the top edge of it right into the World Champion’s ribs. The crowd reacts with utter delight as Hurse bends forward, groaning in anguish and wrapping his arms around his waist. The official calls for the bell, having no other alternative but to throw out this contest.
Dan: The bell rang and the match ended due to Killjoy’s interference, but who can blame him for coming to Robin’s aid?
Jon: If he wouldn’t of, I would have.
Mayne: Does this mean Hurse retains his title, yay!
Hurse drops to his knees with his hands holding his ribs as Killjoy prepares to take his head off with the chair, unremorseful for costing Robin her title match as he realizes he did the right there here. Brooks rolls away from the chaos while still gripping her back, Killjoy about to exact some revenge against Hurse who has now dropped to his seat and is begging for mercy. His eyes welt with fear as Killjoy hovers over him with the chair, about to use it when he’s blindsided from behind by Desolation. The crowd’s response changes to boos as Killjoy spins around, dropping the chair and now comes to blows with the Dark Man.
Mayne: It’s Desolation, yes! Yes!!
Douglas: Dammit, the Dark Man coming out to save Hurse yet again, I thought these two were at odds.
Desolation knees the unexpecting Killjoy to the ribs while Hurse gets up behind his rival and blasts him over the back with a clubbing blow. Killjoy drops to his knees as the numbers game is just too much, Desolation and Hurse laying into him with repeated clubbing blows.
Dan: Killjoy is being overwhelmed!
Jon: Not for long, gentlemen, if you’ll please excuse me.
Jon stands up behind the announce table, removing his head set and throwing down the bag of ice before running towards the ring to a huge wave of cheers.
Mayne: Where the hell does he think he’s going!?!
Douglas: Jon Rich headed for the ring! He’s seen enough!
Desolation viciously stomps Killjoy to the back of the head when he’s grabbed by the shoulder and spun around into a chop across the chest. The fans are going nuts as Jon jumps in with a punch to the Dark Man’s jaw, assaulting perhaps his greatest IWC rival to date. Killjoy now turns and lobs his elbow into a distracted Hurse’s ribs, causing him to be doubled over. The former World Champion stands and delivers a straight headbunt to Hurse’s face, sending him crashing to the canvas spine first. The arena is cheering loudly, going absolutely insane as Killjoy and Jon Rich are working together against the Alpha Generation, a contingency that neither Desolation nor Hurse seemed to be prepared for. The Dark Man throws a right hand that Rick ducks under, Desolation spinning to face him only to receive a spinning heel kick right to the ribs. Desolation is bent forward via the shot, reaching for his abdomen while on the other side of the ring Hurse is being decked repeatedly to the face and backed into one of the corners. Killjoy begins to stomp him repeatedly to the ribs with malicious satisfaction.
Mayne: No dammit, no, how can the Alpha Generation be overpowered!?!
Douglas: Jon Rich and Killjoy are just laying into their rivals here tonight! What moment we’re seeing here on Riot!
The fans are still screaming with utter delight as Killjoy turns away from Hurse and walks right into a thunderous steel chair shot right between the eyes. The fans are screaming as Killjoy tumbles onto his back, Jon spinning around and receiving the same brutal, sickening shot to the cranium from the chair. He crashes to the canvas at the feet of Robin Brooks, who stands over him chair in hand and smile on face.
Dan: NOOOOO!!
Mayne: WHAT!?!
The Manhattan Center is in absolute shock as both Jon Rich and Killjoy have been laid out with steel chair shots from the Black Widow herself. She throws the chair down violently on top of Killjoy and backs up with a diabolical smile plastered on her face. Her maniacal eyes turn slowly towards Hurse who looks stunned as he steps out of the corner, not sure what to think. Desolation observes all of this in the same state of bafflement it appears.
Dan: I don’t even know how to describe…..I’m speechless.
Hurse continues to move towards Robin tentatively while she raises her fists in his direction and grimaces. All of a sudden that expression changes back into a smile though as she rushes forward and jumps into his arms, wrapping her legs around his waist then planting a huge kiss on his lips. The Manhattan Center responds to this vile sight with pure disgust and absolute repulsion.
Douglas: I cannot believe this, we’ve all been had, we’ve been bamboozled!
Mayne: I wouldn’t think in a million years that we’d see this transpire here tonight.
The Black Widow pulls her lips away from Hurse’s as both of them grin maniacally into each other’s directions. They appear truly proud of themselves as Desolation now takes both the bleeding Rich and bleeding Killjoy by the hair, forcing them to sit up and watch this scene unfold. Killjoy’s eyes are opened widely, in sheer shock while Rich seems to be getting sick over what his powerless frame is seeing here. Desolation chuckles at their disbelief while Hurse and Robin make sure to embrace in yet another long smooch so that these two gentlemen can see it. Once they’re through Desolation releases both men then grabs the chair, stepping over Rich and driving the top edge of it down into his ribs. Jon yells in pain, roaring in anguish as he reaches for his mid-section. The Dark Man now turns and buries the top edge of the chair down into Killjoy’s throat, strangling him with it while Robin drops back to her feet, watching this with tremendous pleasure.
Douglas: Robin Brooks has betrayed us all ladies and gentlemen, she and the Alpha Generation must have been planning this for months.
Mayne: I tell you, I’m still floored by all of this.
Hurse approaches Rich now and takes him by the hair, rolling him over onto his knees then beginning to shout into his face.
Hurse: You should have stayed away from my woman Jon!
He steps forward and jabs Rich to his bloodied face, knocking him back down to the canvas while Robin sits up on the top turnbuckle laughing. Desolation grabs Killjoy by the hair and backs him up into one of the turnbuckles, his forehead lacerated from one end to the other from that violent, vicious steel chair shot. Desolation begins to stomp him repeatedly to his blood splattered features while Robin is calling shots for Hurse. The World Champion starts to pull Rich up to his feet only to receive a right hand to the ribs, the crowd beginning to scream righteously over what they are seeing. Somehow the bloodied Rich is mounting a comeback, rising to his feet with right hand after right hand now being delivered to Hurse’s chin. Robin jumps off the turnbuckle behind him though and delivers a clubbing blow right to his back. The shot bends him over forward as Hurse takes him by the back of the head and trunks, whipping him towards the now waiting Desolation. The Dark Man catches Rich against his shoulder, lifting him into the air then stepping over top of the chair, dropping him down on top of it with the Brand X. Rich’s skull rams viciously into steel, sending him up onto his seat with a glazed over look on his bloodied face. Robin now slaps the World Champion on the shoulder, insisting he retrieve him something. A diabolical smirk comes to Hurse’s face before he exits the ring and reaches under it, grabbing hold of a ladder.
Douglas: Oh dear lord, haven’t we seen enough, haven’t we seen enough!?!
Mayne: Apparently not. I never thought I’d say this, but it appears that Robin Brooks has something evil in store.
The ladder is slid into the ring under the ropes while Desolation is placing his boot to Killjoy’s throat in the corner, holding him in position. Brooks bends forward in front of him and puckers up her lips, getting just close enough to kiss her mentor but then slapping him viciously across the face. A cackle emits from her as she backs up in utter delight. Hurse now begins to set the ladder up over top of the down, battered Rich, who is bleeding profusely after all the shots he withstood to the cranium. Robin is still gazing into the powerless Killjoy’s face while Desolation has snatched a steel chair up off of the canvas.
Robin: Did you think I’d ever forgive you? That I could love you again? There’s only one man I love, and he’s the World Heavyweight Champion, something that you will never be again! Your worthless!
Robin steps out of the way s Desolation rushes forward and jumps into the air, sticking the chair beneath his feet then front dropkicking it right into the face of the former World Champion. The entire arena is screaming at the sight of this as Killjoy’s eyes roll to the back of his head, his body slipping down the corner slowly until he is almost sitting on his back. Hurse drags Rich’s head under his seat, holding him upside down while Robin has begun to scale the ladder, moving up it in reverse. Hurse falls forward into the Sanitizer, laying the crimson covered Rich out across the canvas. His smile extends from one end of the face, all the way to other while Desolation drags Killjoy out of the corner. He positions him right beside the sprawled out Rich while Hurse drops down, beginning to shout into Killjoy’s red face.
Hurse: You’re a loser Killjoy, you’re a loser for ever thinking she could love you! That she’d ever pick you, over me!
Desolation holds Rich down against the canvas by pressing his foot to his throat. He bends forward and mumbles something to the dazed Rich.
Desolation: You actually trusted someone? Have you learned nothing from me?
The Manhattan Center crowd is still booing in disgust while many are stunned by what they’re witnessing. All eyes have focused on Robin now standing on the top of the ladder, looking down at both the laid out Rich and Killjoy. She blows them an affectionate kiss then dives from the top of the ladder, twisting around into a shooting star press onto both the individuals he’s betrayed!
Fans: HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT, HOLY SHIT!!
Both the bloodied Killjoy and Rich convulse and writhe in agony while Robin rolls away from them, gripping hold of her ribs. Although the Flying Star from the top of the ladder may have hurt her, she still glows and grins as Desolation and Hurse help her up to her feet. She stops between them then blocks her pain to lift both Hurse and Desolation’s arms into the air. Every person in attendance is now shouting with absolute disgust and repulsion while Jon Rich lies on the canvas coughing up a lung perhaps. Killjoy’s eyes look vacant as they stare towards the heavens, his face drenched in blood.
The Game by Disturbed hits the PA system while Robin smiles from ear to ear, her eyes twinkling with delight, Desolation and Hurse grinning proudly at her sides. It’s clear internal injuries have been sustained on both Killjoy and Rich from that Flying Star. Brooks seems to enjoy this fact though as she now grabs Hurse’s hair from behind, yanking on it and snapping his head back. She places another grin on his lips which grinned in delight. Killjoy looks up at them lost.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
COMING SOON TO DVD
TITLE SHOCKER
The show comes back live to the inside of the Manhattan Center as a bloodied Killjoy is being assisted up the ramp towards the back. His arms are draped over the shoulders of EMTs even if he desires to leave the building on his own accord. With blood careening down his face he tries to remain upright as he’s led through the curtains. Inside of the ring EMTs are having more trouble getting Jon Rich up, as he took this brutal assault at the hands of Robin Brooks and the Alpha Generation after already having endured an intense N.H.B Title bout against Pat Evans. His body is in horrid shape as security insists that a back board be brought out so that they can transfer him to a stretcher. The crowd is still stunned by what transpired in the ring, as if the referee who proceeded over the last contest.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, we just witnessed what was perhaps the most shocking moment I’ve ever seen.
Mayne: I’m still floored, I’m still in awe over what happened in the center of this ring. Robin Brooks and Hurse are back together, they set up everyone, Killjoy, Jon Rich, the IWC roster, and even you Dan. They had everyone fooled.
Dan: It was yet another depraved, disgusting swerve by the Alpha Generation, and as you can see Jon Rich is in really bad shape after Robin gave him the shooting star press from the top of a ladder.
Billy: That was another beautiful sight. I never thought I’d say this, but, I love you Robin Brooks!
Douglas: Oh come on, you’ve spent the last few years ripping her apart verbally. Your such a flip flopper.
The ladder that was used by Brooks to inflict damage on her now former tag team partner remains in the ring while Rich finally begins to regain his senses, starting to sit up and shoving the EMTs away. It doesn’t want their help even as blood oozes down his cheeks and over his nose. In a very battered, almost incoherent state he keeps trying to stand up when….
So I'm coming home
So I'm coming home
Lost on a road I don't belong
I'll rest my song
I'm so alone
Far from the streets I call my own
Back to a world left long ago
And now I know
I'm coming home
I'll find my way back
I'm letting go
I'm coming home
These all too familiar lyrics start to play over the PA system, causing many in the arena to transfer their focus to the entry way out of sheer confusion. Their anger intensifies at the sight of the X-Class Champion Christian Savior marching out onto the stage then moving straight down the ramp with an eager glint in his eyes. Inside of the ring Jon Rich is forcing himself to his feet, shoving the EMTs away, completely unaware of Savior now sliding into the ring.
Mayne: Hey look, it’s Christian Savior, maybe he’s coming out here because he has something to say bout that shocking AG, Robin Brooks swerve.
Douglas: I do not like the look in his eyes. Wait a minute, doesn’t Savior have the right to announce any match that he wants tonight?
Billy: Your not thinking….
Savior stands up slowly and then backs across the ring into one of the corners, bending forward with his hands on his hips. A truly twisted glint inhabits his eyes as he licks his lips, the referee stepping towards him, demanding to know what he’s doing. Savior glances towards him and shouts something.
Savior: I get the right to announce any match I want tonight and I’m doing it right now!! I’m invoking my right to challenge Jon Rich for his N.H.B Championship!
Those in the Manhattan Center reply with disgust as they overhear this, the official forced to step aside as Savior continues to motion for Jon to stand up.
Douglas: Oh you’ve got to be kidding me. Savior has opted to use his any match at any time clause to challenge Jon Rich for the N.H.B Title right now!
Mayne: Brilliant, absolutely brilliant!
Dan: This is an outright travesty, Rich is in no condition to defend his belt for a second time tonight.
Jon continues to shove the EMTs aside as he slowly, agonizing stands up on his own two feet. The emergency doctors turn towards Savior, begging him not to do this while Rich turns around painstakingly towards Savior. Christian bolts across the ring and nails Rich to the ribs with the Blaze of Glory (Spear). Jon is sent crashing into the canvas back first, almost being ripped in half by the spear.
Douglas: NO DAMMIT!
Mayne: The Blaze of Glory!!
Christian stands up instead of going for the pin and backs away from Rich who is instinctively trying to get up after taking the spear. With blood dripping from his head and from the corners of his mouth, resulting from internal injuries, Jon slowly begins to work his way to his feet. Christian tilts his head, watching this in absolute shock while EMTs try to get in front of him, begging him to stop. Christian kicks one to the gut then grabs another by the back of his head, throwing him through the ropes to he outside of the ring. He now approaches the ladder that was used by Brooks, scooping it up into the air then placing it on top of his shoulder. He turns it long ways on his shoulder while facing Jon, who to the shock of many is still working his way to his feet. Despite everything that he’s endured tonight Jon is actually standing up with his arms crossed over his ribs. As soon as he gets his shaky legs beneath him he turns and Savior rushes forward, driving the top of the ladder right into Jon’s bloodied face. The sound of the collision echoes throughout the arena while Rich tumbles onto his back, lying there in a completely motionless state.
Billy: Now Rich being hit in the head with a ladder! This is great!
Douglas: This is disgusting, damned disgusting!
Savior turns and throws down the ladder before dropping into the cover on Rich, hooking his leg finally with a pompous smirk on his face. The official begrudgingly falls to the canvas and makes the count.
Douglas: This isn’t right, this isn’t happening!
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Mayne: NEW CHAMPION! NEW CHAMPION!!
The Manhattan Center explodes into boos, into a wave of outright repulsion as Savior rises to his knees, acting as if he’s just won the superbowl. He stands up slowly and demands the official fetch his newly won title, which the referee slowly does. He grabs the X-Class Title belt and the N.H.B Championship, handing them both to Savior, who snatches them from the official then thrusts them into the air, chuckling to himself in the process. The Manhattan Center crowd is throwing trash at him in disgust while both belts glisten as they hang from his palms.
Billy: Another shocker here tonight on Riot! This truly has been the most surprising night in IWC history!
Douglas: It’s been the most disgusting telecast I can recall in recent memory. First Robin Brooks betrays Jon Rich, and now this.
Mayne: What a night, and we’re only half way through.
Rich continues to lie on the canvas bleeding heavily from the forehead while Savior stands over him with the X-Class title in one hand the now stolen N.H.B Championship in the other. Laughter emits from the Rising Phoenix while the crowd continues to express their rage.
THE TRUTH IS WHAT YOU MAKE OF IT
Overwhelmed with pain a bloodied Nathan Creed leans forward in a cot, his eyes blinking sporadically as he tries to hold himself up. His body sways back and forth with crimson leaking from the back of his head and onto his shirt thanks to that attack from Jackson Adams, which came completely out of leftfield. Doctors are all gathered around him, shining lights into his eyes and the deep laceration on the back of his head. Orlando Cruze is also present now as well, the Tag Title still glistening over his shoulder as he slouches before his battered partner.
Orlando: Come on Nathan, stay with us man, don’t fall to sleep.
The doctors echo these statements, repeating it in a desperate attempt to keep Creed conscious. In his dazed state his eyes discover the face of the Icon, making him more alert.
Nathan: Orlando, listen, I’m sorry….
Orlando: NATHAN! You’ve got to get to the hospital now. Don’t talk nonsense, there’s nothing to apologize for.
Creed: THERE IS!
The EMTs are startled by his shout while Creed looks through half opened eyes upon his tag team partner.
Nathan: I failed again. I couldn’t win the Tag Titles, I couldn’t bring the boss to justice, I couldn’t even stop this secret from coming out tonight.
Creed almost falls over as he relates all this bad news to the Icon, who snaps his fingers to make sure he still awake.
Cruze: Creed, you need to listen to me and listen good. I’ve got nothing to hide, and you still can reveal our mystery owner before Kingdom does. Buck up man! Regardless of rather we both have the Tag Titles or not, we’re still a team, and the best one in all of the IWC.
This notion conjures forth a slight smile on Nathan’s otherwise disorientated features.
Orlando: You let me worry about my life Creed, and you just concentrate on getting revenge against Jackson Adams. I’ll handle whatever Sallie thinks she knows about my past.
Creed: Are you sure?
A slight smile is produced on Orlando’s face as he places his palm on Nathan’s shoulder.
Orlando: You get yourself to the hospital, and I’ll get to the bottom of this bullshit secret tonight.
With a nod Nathan agrees, Orlando stepping away from him and repositioning his Tag Title. A look of conviction lights his eyes as he turns to make his way down the corridor, preparing for what has already been a shocking night in the IWC. Nathan is finally laid down on the stretcher behind him, being pushed down the corridor as he mumbles something to himself. He seems to be talking in a truly disorientated, crazed manner.
Creed: Fuck trying to make up for my failures, Orlando is right, it’s time my focus went elsewhere, on that returning son of a bitch Jackson Adams.
He is pushed down the corridor on the stretcher, taken to have his head x-rayed after those shots with the baseball bat. Orlando continues to walk away, his mind amused by whatever Sallie has in store for him tonight.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
The face of Nathan Creed is shown with darkness surrounding it, light shining in from an unknown destination ad casting over his face. The video switches slowly to Aurora Rose making her way towards the ring at Paranoia before transferring into Psycho standing surrounded by a cage with the Livewire Championship in hand.
Until you crash
Until you burn
Until you lie
Until you learn
Until you see
Until you believe
World Champion Hurse takes up the screen being lifted on the shoulders of the Alpha Generation with his title lifted high into the air and a broad smile on his bloodied face. The video quickly shifts to Faust hanging upside down from one of the tunbuckles and grinning in delight. Jackson Adams’ features take up the screen as he grins from ear to ear with his arms extended out to his sides, wearing a sparkling red robe.
Until you fight
Don’t save me, don’t save me, cuz I don’t care
Until you fall
Until the end of everything at all
Until you die
Until you’re alive
Don’t save me, don’t save me, cuz
I don’t care
Robin Brooks stands on the ramp with pyrotechnics going off behind her until the video transfers to Desolation standing on a turnbuckle with his fist raised high above his head. The video now begins to flood into more violent scenes relating to past Paranoia events with Riggs diving through the ropes at Saul and Orlando Cruze delivering the Rock Bottom on Hurse. Pat Evans is shown twisting and ripping the ankle of Devin Hawk apart. Axl Evermore is now shown hitting the Flipside.
Until you give
Until you’ve lived a thousand times
Until you’ve used
Until you’ve lost
Until you lose
Until you see, how could you believe?
Until you’ve seen the other side
This is my chance, this is my self.
The Paranoia symbol is shown in the background with Jon Rich in the forefront, the camera zooming in on his very intense eye. As soon as the camera zooms into his pupil the gyrating Max Craven comes into view. Denile Partis is now shown standing in the ring and turning in circles as he overlooks the screaming fans with a broad, excited smile on his face. This image is short lived and replaced with a scene depicting Silencer superkicking Shinzan Valfane right to the jaw until it cuts to Johnny Kingdom standing sweaty in the ring with the World Title lifted above his head.
Don’t save me, don’t save me, cuz I don’t care
Don’t save me, don’t save me, cuz
I don’t care
AWOL takes up the screen locking Jackson Adams in a rear naked choke with the crowd going nuts. The images cut to Desolation diving off the top of the second cell of the Weapon’s Lair, coming down on top of Hurse and Orlando Cruze. The video switches into a scene of Robin’s highly publicized dive from the top of the Scramble Cage as she flips through the air with incredible grace.
Save me, save me, save me
Save me, save me, save me
I don’t care
DREAM IS REALITY
AURORA ROSE VS. JOHNNY KINGDOM
Many of the fans are vocalizing their angst and outrage as the sound of “The Kill” by 30 Seconds to Mars begins to play throughout the building. Much of the crowd rises, their eyes glued to the entry way as Aurora Rose now saunters onto the stage, her hands running through her hair in a seductive manner. She finally whips it back and gives the crowd a look of pure malice before moving to the ring with a confident swagger. She now hops onto the apron, overlooking the fans and shaking her head throughout the process, finally flipping over the ropes backwards onto her feet then raising her hand into a punk rock style gesture.
Douglas: Aurora Rose now in the ring and ready to do what few have done in the past by attempting to pin Johnny Kingdom after what was an absolutely shocking turn of events before the commercial break.
Mayne: Aurora has been vicious as of late Dan, Pat Evans has taught her a few things, and perhaps she’s just crazed enough to catch the Team Leader off guard. Of course she’s completely betrayed Evans confidence in her, the manipulative backstabber that she is.
Dan: If she should accomplish as much this week she’ll be responsible for permanently retiring the Team Leader, and I honestly can’t blame her for wanting to get away from Evans, after the way she’s been treated over the past couple of weeks.
Aurora looks upon the crowd with disdain while waiting with her back pressed to one of the turnbuckles. Her eyes are locked penetratingly on the entry way in anticipation of the Team Leader’s arrival, salivating at the thought of being the one who ends his career. To a thunderous, Manhattan Center shaking reaction “Wake Up” by the Lost Prophets hits the PA system and with little hesitation Johnny Kingdom emerges through the curtains. At the first sight of him the response only escalates yet Kingdom shows no emotion other than angst over what he must deem to be an utterly pointless in ring foray. He moves down the ramp quickly, possibly visualizing Silencer’s head on Aurora’s body, which isn’t very appeasing to the eyes. The determined Kingdom’s feet crash down with particular weight on the mats and only gets the crowd to scream his name louder as he hops to the apron. His trademark dark pants with his name spelled down the side and a sleeveless “Poor Xavier” t-shirt clings to his body before entering the ring. Before the bell can even sound or both of his feet can enter the squared circle Aurora rushes forward, jumping into the air with a dropkick to the side of Kingdom’s head. Johnny is knocked into a spin, sending him crashing to his spine inside of the squared circle.
Douglas: Aurora attacking Kingdom before the bell could even ring!
Mayne: I can’t fault her for that strategy.
Dan: I thought you were the president of the Johnny Kingdom fan-club.
Billy: I am, but I can’t help but to support the back guy. It’s a compulsion.
Johnny looks a bit frazzled by that unexpected dropkick as Aurora begins to stomp at his cranium and chest repeatedly and now turns away from him, moving in the direction of the corner. She jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope then springing onto the top rope and launching herself off into the Best Moonsault Ever which connects right across Kingdom’s sternum. A loud response, mostly negative is heard from the fans as Aurora hooks the Team Leader’s leg, looking for a quick pinfall.
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Kingdom kicks out, getting his shoulder from the canvas amongst a huge wave of approval. The angered Rose rises and wraps her hands around Johnny’s neck, pulling him over onto his knees then delivering repeated knee strikes upward into his face. She now twists at his neck with the cravat in the process of delivering these vile knee shots.
Douglas: Aurora continuing to be the aggressor in this contest. Johnny Kingdom hasn’t even been able to get out of the gates as of yet.
Mayne: I almost thought she had him with the double jump moonsault. Actually, no I didn’t.
Aurora now snapmares Kingdom over onto his seat then rushes into the ropes in front of him. She bounces off and comes back in with a well placed front dropkick delivered with poise right to his face. Kingdom is knocked onto his back while Aurora crawls quickly into the cover.
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Johnny lobs his shoulder from the canvas, turning away from Rose who stands up and delivers a hard forearm strike over the back of his neck. She now takes him by the back of the head, leading him up to his feet then jumping into the air and dragging him down into a knee smash right to the face. Kingdom bounces off of the kneecap and falls onto his back, lying there motionlessly while Aurora again goes for the cover, burying her forearm into his face and praying that it will be enough.
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To a loud cheer Kingdom powers out of the cover, sitting up and blinking his eyes awkwardly as he tries to regain himself. As soon as he sits up though Aurora steps in front of him and locks in a front chancery, extending her legs and wrapping them around Johnny’s waist. The fans are responding with disgust at the sight of the front chancery body scissors combination submission. Aurora screams out towards the crowd, demanding they shut their “fucking mouths” in which she is vocally ripped apart for.
Douglas: Rose now expertly going back to the head scissors body vice combination on Kingdom, man she is super aggressive tonight.
Mayne: Maybe she ran out of tampax, happens to me all the time.
Dan: I so don’t even want to question what you just said.
Kingdom’s face is turning a shade of red as Rose continues to rip at his neck with her thin yet muscular arms. Every inch of her is tensed up as she establishes this hold on the seated Team Leader, who raises his hands into the air, trying to find an effective way out of this hold. He suddenly reaches up and grabs her hair, yanking back on it as the official starts a five count, Johnny breaking it at four, showing he’s no stranger to bending the rules himself. Somehow he begins to muster the energy to start standing up, to begin powering himself to his feet even with Aurora exerting more pressure on both of her holds. She shouts at Johnny to tap as he rises to his feet, now obtaining a full upright position. The crowd reacts favorably as Kingdom delivers a Manhattan drop, causing Rose to break both submissions as she jumps back, reaching for her lower body. As soon as she does this Johnny takes her by the back of the head and drops to both knees, delivering the jawbreaker. The blow sends Aurora staggering backwards, almost losing her footing while Kingdom gets to his feet and rushes in reverse into he cables, building up some momentum. He bounces off of the ropes and comes rushing back in only to have Aurora jump into the air and catch him with a spinning heel kick right to the face.
Douglas: Ohh! Kingdom beginning to build up some momentum but it was quickly shut down!
Mayne: I’m honestly beginning to fear that Aurora may have Kingdom’s number. Let’s not forget, this is only Johnny’s second match in close to a year.
Douglas: How can we forget when you remind us of that fact every twenty seconds?
Billy: I like to be useful.
Aurora rolls away from Kingdom then rushes up to his side, jumping into the air and gaining tremendous height before extending her leg. It is dropped with force across Kingdom’s throat, sending him into convulsions as he grabs at his neck and turns away from her onto his knees. As soon as he does Aurora steps up to his side and takes him around the neck, again locking him in the neck cravat. She spits in the direction of the fans and then grins maniacally, thoroughly enjoying this and realizing that she may be just moments away from ending Kingdom’s legendary career. Johnny forces himself upwards though as Rose’s face fills with anger, trying to apply more pressure on the hold. It is all for not as Kingdom now stands before her and delivers an elbow shot right to her ribs before spinning his body around out of the submission. He turns to face her and takes hold of Aurora’s wrist, dragging her forward into a hard short arm lariat right to the throat. Aurora crashes into the canvas spine first and then rolls across the canvas right onto her feet as Kingdom jumps into the air, taking her right back down with a diving shoulder block.
Billy: Kingdom building some momentum!
Douglas: That he is, and he’s doing so with a great display of determination.
Aurora rolls to her feet and rushes forward only to be caught with a hard scoop slam that sends her crashing violently spine first into the canvas. The grinning Kingdom now points to the top rope, insisting that it’s time for the 450 splash. A loud cheer escalates from the fans as Kingdom moves towards the corner and slips through the ropes onto the apron. He now begins to scale the ropes to reach the very top when Aurora regains her senses, rising to her feet then rushing at the perpendicular cables. She jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope then springing off as she twists and connects with a dropkick right to Johnny’s sternum. He is knocked off of the corner as a result and sent crashing spine first onto the apron, the fans grimacing as a result.
Although dazed he begins to stand up, taking hold of the ropes and rising to his feet on the apron when Aurora presses her back to the corner he was trying to scale, lifting her legs into the air. She wraps them around Kingdom’s neck and the top rope, choking his throat violently against the upper most cable. The referee steps in, starting a five count before Aurora breaks the illegal head scissors and allows Johnny to lay chest first over the top rope. She now flips over the turnbuckle backwards and lands on the apron on the opposite side of the cables, grabbing the top one then springing onto it. She flies through the air with an extension of her leg, dropping it across the back of Kingdom’s head, causing his neck to bounce off the top rope. He gasps for air while tumbling onto his back while Aurora quickly reaches under the ropes, taking him by the ankle and dragging him into the ring, falling into the cover.
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Johnny defiantly gets his shoulder from the canvas, the crowd screaming as they thought he was beaten for sure on that occasion.
Douglas: Aurora trying to pull out all the stops to put Kingdom away once and for all yet he’s got….
Mayne: A big heart? The tenacity of a jungle cat? The courage of a sea lion? Is that what you were going to say?
Dan: I can honestly sit here with a straight face, without a shadow of a doubt, and say, I hate you Billy Mayne.
Aurora takes Kingdom by the back of the head, forcing him to his feet and placing him in a bulldog position before pointing to the cables. The crowd jeers as they realize that she’s setting up for her version of the Stratusfaction, charging forward only to have Kingdom pull his head free at the last second and take hold of her arm. Aurora drops to her knees as Kingdom tries to drag her down into the crossface. Everyone in the building is screaming until Rose turns her body and reaches out with her free arm, hooking it around Kingdom’s inner thigh then pulling him over backwards into a school boy.
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Kingdom rolls out of it onto his feet then steps forward delivering a deadly stiff kick right to Aurora’s face. The fans groan over the loud impact of the shot which leaves Aurora completely dazed and unable to protect herself, Kingdom slapping on a front chancery as he forces her to her feet then hoists her into the air. Aurora is pulled down into the canvas with the Exodus Finale!
Douglas: The Exodus Finale by Kingdom!
Mayne: How does he constantly pull that move out of his bag of tricks!?!
Kingdom crawls into the cover, hooking her leg with the fans cheering loudly.
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The Team Leader sits up with the fans going nuts over his victory, over keeping his quest alive tonight.
Douglas: Kingdom has done it, he’s victorious tonight! His journey to force the Owner to reveal himself continues no matter what is being thrown at him.
Mayne: Terrific, kinda. Kingdom is one step closer to Paranoia V, where if he wins against Silencer, the owner will be revealed. Aurora certainly gave it her all tonight though.
The longest reigning World Champion rises to his feet and almost falls over, trying to collect himself while Aurora rolls across the ring, gripping at the back of her neck then tumbling under the ropes to the outside mats. Johnny now balances himself before turning and snapping his fingers, insisting that a microphone be handed to him through the cables. A microphone is dispatched quickly into the palm of his hand as he turns towards the fans.
Douglas: Johnny looks like he has something he wants to say.
Mayne: When doesn’t he?
Johnny taps the top of the microphone while glaring towards the Paranoia V symbol glowing above the titontron. As he takes deep breathes he speaks with conviction.
Kingdom: The time is coming ladies and gentlemen, it’s almost here. Paranoia V is right around the corner!
The fans in the Manhattan Center react positively, cheering at the prospect of Paranoia V being so close to coming to fruition.
Kingdom: And again on the big show you get to witness yet another classic Johnny Kingdom squash as I go toe to toe with that wonderful little emo Silencer.
Some laughter comes from the fans.
Johnny: He and I are certainly no strangers to one another. In fact, you could almost call us Perfect Strangers, with him being the Balki Bartokomus to my Larry Appleton, but thankfully we’re not cousins, in fact we’re not related at all. At one time maybe we were as close as relatives, well, as close as I needed him to be to me so I could perfectly set him up, but that time was long ago, ancient history in fact. What I’m getting at is the fact that there’s plenty of history between Silencer and I, which was re-aggravated by our mystery boss. But all that history will come full circle and come to an end at Paranoia V, the biggest show in IWC history. At that payper-view I will finally conclude my lingering issues with Silencer and in the process bring that mysterious idiot of an owner to justice.
The camera zooms in on Johnny’s smirking yet sweaty face, conviction clear in his eyes.
Kingdom: Silencer, I know you were ejected from the building tonight, but I also realize there are other methods for you to hear what I have to say. So turn down the Nirvana music, stop cutting your skin, and put the bottle away so you can listen to me without distraction. I heard what you had to say earlier tonight, how you insinuated that there would be nothing that keeps you away from me before our dance on the grand stage, and just let me inform you that I don’t need protection. No, no, I’m hoping you come after me before Paranoia and generically try to drawl my blood. I’m anxiously anticipating it in fact. I’m not running, and I’m not hiding. Come and get me Silencer.
The microphone is dropped to the canvas while Kingdom slips through the ropes onto the apron then drops to the outside mats. He breathes heavily while moving up the ramp, looking a little more intense after making his proclamation.
Douglas: Johnny Kingdom making a bold statement here tonight.
Mayne: More flames thrown onto the fire that is this issue between Kingdom and Silencer. Man it’s going to be epic when they collide at Paranoia V and possibly even before it.
Dan: The violence is certainly going to escalate between these two on the road to Paranoia V.
Johnny turns on the stage and overlooks the fans for a moment before backing through the curtains, giving them one last glimpse of his determined eyes.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
The IWC does not condone landing on your head. This has been a public service announcement.
THE END OF A KINGDOM!
A door leading into the office of Sallie & Krissie slams behind the back of Pat Evans. Absolute menace looms in his eyes as he steps forward with actual anger in his footsteps, displaying emotion for a change, albeit a very negative one. The Submission title is draped over his shoulder as he lurches forward down the corridor, not paying attention to his surroundings as he’s obviously got one thing on his mind.
Susie: Pat, Pat….
The clearly disgruntled Evans pauses in mid-step, his anger at such a point that steam might begin to comically shoot from his ears. It’s obvious that he doesn’t want to deal with Susie’s stupidity as his feet root to the floor and he doesn’t even bother to look down into her batting, eager eyes. Nevertheless she smiles, as if excited that she has something to do for a change.
Moore: Mr. Evans, I was wondering if I could get a word with you about what’s happened in your relationship with Aurora….
Pat: No you cannot!
The response offends Moore and also startles her. Of course the sound of paper ripping also startles her so. Evans’ disenfranchised eyes don’t even bother to so much as glance at her, continuing to glare forward.
Evans: This is suppose to be a wrestling show the last time I checked. It isn’t a fucking soap opera where we talk endlessly about our romantic entanglements.
Susie bats her eyes several times then scratches at the back of her long blond wavy locks.
Susie: Are you sure?
Pat: Yes I’m sure!
She again cowers in fear.
Pat: The only aspect of Aurora Rose I’m willing to talk about is her abysmal failure in the center of the ring. A failure that again demonstrates that she’s squandered all of the valuable knowledge I’ve passed onto her.
Susie: Well, in Aurora’s own defense she was facing Johnny Kingdom.
Evans: THAT’S NO EXCUSE!
These words are spoken in a harsh, vicious tone which makes Susie all the more meek. Goosebumps form on her arms as Evans only briefly deviates his eyes to observe her.
Pat: If she had simply listened and learned from my teachings she would have pinned Johnny Kingdom with the utmost ease. I’ll show this next week, because I’ve just got it officially announced. On our next WRESTLING show, I will be facing Johnny Kingdom one on one, and I will be the man who retires him permanently. Then Aurora will realize the errors of our ways, and people will stop talking about what happened to me tonight at the hands of Jon Rich.
Susie nods, trying to understand his madness and playing along as if she does. Before he can leave she forces herself to ask her next question.
Susie: But wait, Pat. What about Faust, and the Alpha Generation’s demands that you decide where your loyalties stand.
The flustered Submission Champion stops in mid-step as his cold, blank eyes transfer to Susie’s timid features.
Evans: In due time Susie, in due time. Faust will suffer the consequences of what he did to me, and the Alpha Generation will receive their answer when I’m damn well ready to give it.
Pat now marches away, having made several big proclamations and leaving Susie with a lot to think about. She stands there twirling her hair and attempting to make sense of it all.
FAUST © VS. AXL EVERMORE VS. PSYCHO
CARTEL CHAMPIONSHIP
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 while the Cartel Championship glistens around his waist. 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 the rampway... like a bat.
He smiles as he awaits the arrival of his opponent, the Cartel title shimmering about his waist in the process.
Dan: And it looks like we’re in store for a classic Three Way Dance here tonight on Riot! as the Cartel Champion defends his belt against two of the former champions in the form of Psycho, the man he beat for the gold last week, and Axl Evermore.
Mayne: How could they possibly cram so much shit into one match?
Douglas: And yet it’s still less feces than emits from your mouth.
Billy: Oh yeah, well, well, your fat!
Dan: Another brilliant comeback.
Faust continues to hang upside down as he removes the Cartel Championship and hands it over to the official. He steps back, raising the gold high above his head when 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 Evermore-in-action impact clips are shown. It fades to a front view of the stage, with Evermore--wearing his Fully Loaded team jacket--looking down on one knee, arms outstretched like he just landed from a jump. He stands up and he RVD's a thumbs pose, shouting "A...X...L!" as the crowd chants along, then thrusts open the snaps of his jacket, revealing his well-toned waist.
Kaily Wolf: Heading to the ring, hailing from NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK...weighing in at 246 pounds...AXL...EVERMORE!!
He heads to the ring with stern focus and an energetic gait as the crowd cheers, then jumps and dives through between the middle and bottom ropes, tumbling forth into a hop, into a standing position at the center of the ring. He jogs to a corner, climbs it and thrusts his arms up and points to himself again, shouting "A...X...L!" as the crowd chants along. He hops down from the corner, takes his jacket and shades off, putting the shades in a jacket pocket, and draping the jacket over a corner post, then takes his bandanna off and throws it into the audience while Faust hangs in the corner watching him. Axl then stands at the ready, alternating between hopping place and standing in a crouch, his eyes focused on the Cartel Champion, tilting his head in an attempt to look at him upside down.
Douglas: Fully Loaded certainly have their work cut out for them tonight, as you can see Axl Evermore is about to compete for a belt he believes to still be his in the form of the Cartel Championship, and Max Craven will be encountering Desolation in a Hardcore rules confrontation.
Mayne: How sad, Axl letting Max fight his battles for him tonight while he chases his title aspirations.
Dan: Um, until Desolation accepts his challenge Evermore can’t take him on a singles bout.
Billy: Excuses, excuses. At the very least I get to watch Axl get embarrassed by Psycho again, who might just be the lesser of the three evils out here.
Evermore and Faust continue to eye one another closely 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 slides into the ring underneath the ropes and de-robes himself, he throws the garment over the ropes to the outside and then rushes across the ring straight at Evermore. Axl rushes forward as both men come to blows with each other, exchanging right hands to a loud ovation from the crowd.
Douglas: Psycho not hesitating to get his hands on Evermore! These two have developed quite a rivalry here in the IWC. Who could forget Psycho throwing Evermore into the crowd with that Psychosis Bomb?
Mayne: I have that moment on laserdisc, and I play it every time I start to feel blue.
Psycho and Axl continue to exchange right hands with one another while Faust sits up on the turnbuckle then rises up to his feet. He now flips over backwards towards both men as Axl and Psycho turn only to have him crash down on top of them with a big moonsault.
Douglas: Oh man what a crazy way in which to open this three way dance! Faust throwing himself through the air with a big moonsault!
Mayne: These guys not tentative to bust out the big guns as soon as possible. Of course, there’s no comparing them to my own big guns.
Dan: What are you doing with those broomsticks? Oh wait, those are your arms.
Faust rises to his feet and motions for both of his opponents to stand up as Axl and Psycho get to their knees in front of him. He lobs a fist into Evermore’s jaw then turns booting Psycho to the side of the face. The shots disorientate his opponents but does not take them down before Faust turns and rushes into the cables full speed. He bounces off the ropes and comes roaring back in as both his opponents get the same idea. Axl and Psycho stand while bent forward for a double back drop only to Faust stop just short of them, delivering a swift upward kick into Evermore’s face. Mr. N.Y.C tumbles onto his back while Faust steps back then rushes at Psycho who turns, catching him against his shoulders and falling in reverse with the Samoan Drop. The crowd reacts with an overly mixed response as Faust’s body was just driven with such force into the canvas. He begins convulsing as a result while Psycho sits up, rubbing at his jaw in pain. As soon as he starts to get up though Evermore steps up behind him and takes him around the neck, placing him in a reverse DDT position. He bridges Psycho up to his feet and now drops him with a reverse DDT back first right on top of Faust’s ribs.
Mayne: What the hell was that!?!
Douglas: The insane maneuvers already being busted out in what is quickly turning into a crazy three way dance.
Evermore now rises to his feet and rushes into the ropes at both of his opponents’ sides. He bounces off the cables and comes back in flipping forward and crashing down across Psycho’s mid-section with a senton splash while he was still stacked on top of Faust. Both men roll away from each other finally while gripping at their mid-sections, Evermore rushing forward and jumping onto the second rope as he raises his fingers into the air. The crowd starts to scream as he does his thumb gesture, causing them to chant along.
Fans: A-X-L!!
Evermore flips over backwards and lands on his feet before turning towards the rising Psycho and rushing in, taking him down with a standing spinning heel kick. Psycho crashes into the canvas after the stiff strike to the features while Faust is standing up with his back pressed to the ropes. As soon as he gets to an upright position Evermore rushes in and delivers a lariat to his throat, sending him flipping over the cables backwards to the outside mats. He crashes face first off of the apron and staggers backwards, trying desperately to stay upright while Axl takes hold of the top rope. It’s clear that the Fully Loaded member is about to take flight, pulling himself up into the air when he’s grabbed by the ankle from behind. Psycho pulls Axl’s legs down on top of his shoulders, keeping him from connecting with whatever move he had envisioned then placing his hands to the shins of his opposition. He shoves them up into the air, sending Evermore flipping over the top rope and coming down seat first right on top of Faust’s shoulders. He spins around and snaps back, hitting a hurricarana to a tremendous reaction from the fans.
Douglas: Ah, even more insanity in this triple threat, I’m not even sure I just saw what I saw!
Mayne: Psycho pushing Axl over the top rope into a hurricarana onto Faust, there, I just described the move without making it sound so melodramatic.
Dan: I often wonder if you have a pulse at all.
Billy: Nonsense, in order to have a pulse that would imply that I’d have a heart.
Evermore drags Faust up to his feet and rolls him into the ring under the ropes, hopping onto the apron in the process. He begins to stick his head through the ropes only for Psycho to come barreling across the canvas, delivering a straight boot to his sternum. Evermore is sent flying off the apron and crashing spine first into the barricade as he now falls onto his seat. The crowd convened in the Manhattan Center grimace over the impact yet Axl tries to get up, beginning to stir despite the bad shape his back happens to be in at this point. Inside of the ring Psycho has pulled Faust to his feet and is rifling off forearm strikes to the jaw of his opposition, the Vampire Lord falling spine first against the ropes. He is now drilled across the sternum with a knife edge chop before being whipped across the ring into the opposite ropes. Evermore begins to pull himself up onto the apron while Faust bounces off the cables and comes back in at Psycho who goes for that deadly lariat. Faust ducks it though then flips forward into a headstand, the heels of his boots connecting with the face of Evermore on the apron and the back of his legs bouncing off the ropes. The bounce from the cables sends him falling forward, landing on his feet then lunging into the air as he twists and connects with a blistering, brutal buzzsaw kick right to Psycho’s face. The fans respond with cheers at the sight of both these moves knocking out his opposition.
Mayne: Faust showing some real flexibility! If my previous wives would learn some of these tricks I probably wouldn’t be divorced so often.
Douglas: Faust’s fast feet have just put him in the driver’s seat.
Faust turns and crawls into the cover on Psycho, hoping to eliminate him and do so quickly.
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Psycho gets his shoulder up, keeping himself alive in this bout. The Cartel Champion takes the hair of the burly behemoth and rolls him to his knees, delivering shot after shot to his face and now taking him around the neck. He pulls Psycho up to his feet and points in the direction of the turnbuckle, rushing forward for a shiranui as he steps up the cables only to have his large opposition place his hands to his opponent’s spine. He lifts him up into the air and physically lobs him over the top rope, sending him crashing with tremendous force to the outside mats.
Dan: AAAAAAAAAAHH!
Mayne: Faust thrown like a stone!
Faust arches his spine from the mats and reaches for his back, agonizing from that deadly fall while Psycho turns in the direction of Evermore. Axl is painstakingly pulling himself up to the apron, grabbing the top rope in the process and then pulling himself over cables. Psycho steps forward and turns though, catching him on top of his shoulders then rushing across the ring. He drives Axl spine first into the turnbuckle and then pushes him over out of the DVD position into a tree of woe against the corner. Psycho ties his legs around the top rope, making sure he is stabilized before stepping back to the center of the ring and then rushing forward. He drops down into an attempted baseball slide dropkick only for Axl to sit up in the corner, causing Psycho to slip under him. Psycho is unable to stop his momentum as he twists and crashes testicles first under the ropes into the exposed turnbuckle post. A gasp comes from Psycho and the fans as he reaches for his testicles and crawls out of the corner slowly in the direction of the center of the ring.
Evermore is sitting up on the turnbuckle, trying to free his legs yet is unaware of Faust rising to the top rope above him. Faust now jumps into the air and comes down with a double stomp right to Axl’s sternum, knocking him back down into the tree of woe. The Vampire Lord falls spine first against Axl’s chest while he sits on the canvas, the crowd going insane over what they just witnessed. Suddenly Psycho comes barreling across the ring and throws himself, all of his weight right into Faust’s chest, creaming him against Evermore in the process.
Dan: What insanity!
Mayne: Damn these spotfest three way dances.
Psycho grabs the leg of Faust and drags him out of the corner towards the center of the ring, dropping down into a cover.
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Faust gets his shoulder up from the canvas, barely kicking out in time while the Sadistic One pulls him to his feet and then drops back into a belly to belly release overhead suplex. Faust crashes with violent force against the canvas while the Sadistic One gets to his feet and then takes him by the hair again rolling him to his knees. Faust is placed another front waist lock then thrown through the air with another belly to belly suplex. Faust slams with force against the canvas while the Sadistic One rises to his feet, grimacing throughout the process. His attention deviates from his downed opponent and transfers to Evermore trying to sit up in his corner, favoring his frame in pain. Psycho steps up behind him and delivers a swift open hand chop right to the small of his back before dragging him down into a reverse fireman’s carry. Psycho now pulls his opponent off of the corner, running across the ring for what looks like the reverse DVD only to have Evermore transition his body around so that he’s seated on top of his opponent’s shoulders. It looks like he’s going for the hurricarana but Psycho charges forward, about to powerbomb him right into the turnbuckle. Axl places his hands to the top of Psycho’s head and shoves himself over top of it, landing on his feet right behind the Sadistic Savage who continues forward into the turnbuckle. He spins around with his spine wedged to the corner when Evermore spins and comes barreling forward, lunging into the air with a crisp, picture perfect dropkick that connects right on the button.
Psycho appears horribly, horribly dazed while Axl rises to his feet, shaking off the numerous blows he’s withstood in this contest. Just as he gets up though the equally as battered Faust barrels across the ring directly at the Fully Loaded member. Faust side steps him, pushing his opponent right along shoulder first into Psycho’s abdomen. The fans react favorably while the reigning Cartel Champion now staggers backwards into the waiting arms of Evermore. Axl places him in a half nelson and now lifts him into the air. Before he can hit the move that he’s looking for Faust transitions in mid-air and twists his body, coming down behind Evermore then shoving him forward right at Psycho. The Sadistic One rushes out of the corner with a lariat in mind only for Axl to duck it, causing Faust to instead almost have his head ripped asunder from his body by the blow. He is sent into a corkscrew then comes crashing down onto his back while Psycho shows no remorse and instead turns back towards Evermore who has jumped onto the turnbuckle. He now flies off the second rope, landing on top of Psycho’s shoulders, pulling him over into a big hurricarana takedown.
Mayne: Now Evermore is controlling the pace of this confrontation. It seems like all three of these men have spent brief patches dominating this insanely fast paced foray. This has had more alterations than Ann Heche’s sexual preferences.
Douglas: I’m not even sure if that comment can be dubbed a pop culture shot anymore, maybe back in the start of the millennium it would have been funny, but your off by like a decade.
Billy: I prefer to live in the past, Dan, it gives me an excuse to wear my mood ring, paw at my pet rock, and adorn my legs with the ever fashionable bell bottoms. And let’s not even discuss the goldfish in my shoes.
The crowd is still cheering while both Faust and Psycho are struggling to reach their feet, the two individuals appearing dazed, confused at battered thanks to this quick, violent exchange of moves. As soon as they stand Axl springs to the middle rope in front of them and then flies backwards into a double elbow to their sternums. Both men tumble to the ring while Axl lands beside them. Again he lifts his fingers into the air and gestures towards himself, resulting in yet another “A-X-L” chant from the crowd.
Mayne: Quit showboating!
Evermore rolls over backwards onto his feet now as his eyes cut between both sprawled out opponents and his head begins to nod. Instead of going for Psycho he opts to finish off and eliminate Faust, taking him by the hair then rolling him to his knees. He now hooks both of his arms and drags Faust up to his feet, as if setting for the Flipside. He lifts him up for the modified falcon arrow when Faust arches his back and falls on top of Axl’s shoulder then slips over it, landing on his feet behind him. Faust now jumps into the air and reaches back with his legs, placing them under Evermore’s armpits while landing palms first on the canvas. He shoves himself up into the air then falls forward, flipping Axl over backwards into a sunset flip driver. Axl crashes hard across the back of his head and shoulders against the canvas while the official makes the count.
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Billy: He’s outta there!
No! Evermore kicks out at the last second, rolling over in reverse onto his knees then trying to stand up as fast as he can. Unfortunately it’s just quick enough as Faust steps in and places him in a front chancery, quickly dropping down into the Darkness DDT. Axl’s skull collides with force against the canvas before he rolls onto his back, Faust again crawling into the cover.
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Axl gets his shoulder from the ring a second straight time, preventing his elimination from this good old fashion three way dance. Faust rises to his feet and spots Psycho trying his best o get up, forcing himself to his knees while his eyes flutter. The Vampire Lord steps in, delivering a shot to his jaw, followed by another strike. The blows almost take Psycho down to the canvas before Faust backs up then rushes forward with a pump-kick right to the scarred features of his opponent. Psycho is knocked to the canvas now while Faust turns to face the rising Evermore. He comes barreling towards him and jumps into the air, spinning around into a head scissors only to have Axl catch him under the gut, pushing his body out into a straight line. He now drops to his knees and causes to Faust to fall face first into the canvas with a hard splat.
Douglas: A quick witted counter by Evermore!
Mayne: There’s nothing witty about Axl! Nothing witty at all I hereby declare!
Dan: When did you transform into John Adams all of a sudden?
Billy: Either since that HBO special started or when I realized how delicious his beer tasted.
Douglas: Um, oh never-mind.
A winded Evermore rises to his feet, exhausted by the sheer pace of this contest as he now turns the struggling Psycho, bolting straight for him. The former Cartel Champion side steps Axl though and throws him up high into the air. Evermore catches tremendous height then crashes down face first into the canvas with just as, or even more of a devastating splat than Faust endured at his hands. Axl rolls onto his back, looking unconscious after that collision while Psycho takes him by the hair and leads him up to his knees. He pulls him across his knees towards Faust, who he also takes by the hair. Both men are forced to their feet and locked in a double front chancery, Psycho dropping back into a stereo vertical suplex. He now floats over on top of both their sternums, hoping to eliminate them at the same time.
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Axl and Faust both get heir shoulders up simultaneously, Psycho rolling off of then and quickly becoming frustrated. He now pushes Faust over onto his stomach and then grabs Axl by the wrist, rolling him over on top of the Vampire Lord. He steps over both their backs and pulls up on their chins, establishing a double camel clutch. Both Evermore and Faust roar in pain while the crowd is screaming with cheers at the sight of this unique submission predicament.
Douglas: Psycho has got a double camel clutch cinched in ladies and gentlemen!
Mayne: Where do these guys keep getting all these nifty moves in this Three Way Dance?
Although both men are in an incredible amount of pain neither wants to or has the fondest desire to tap out. Psycho rears back maliciously on the double hold, fire burning in his eyes as he wishes to reclaim what he deemed to be stolen from him. When he realizes that neither of his opponents are tapping out he releases the hold, allowing them to drop to the canvas then approaching the nearest corner, which he quickly begins to scale. The behemoth gets to the top cable with his ample back facing his opposition and then steadies himself before taking flight. He soars through the air for a big moonsault only to have Faust and Axl roll out of the way, causing him to crash with great force sternum first against the ring. He bounces up to his knees and remains there in a semi-conscious state while his opposition rises in front of him. Faust and Evermore both rush forward without even thinking about it and simultaneously connect with a double front dropkick to Psycho’s jaw, knocking him almost unconscious as he now tumbles onto his back.
Psycho rolls under the ropes and spills to the outside mats onto his knees. Inside of the ring Faust and Evermore get to their feet, starting to exchange knife edge chops with one another. Evermore connects with a shot to the sternum of Faust who responds with a stiff strike of his own. Both men grab each other by the back of the heads and begin to deliver forearm strikes. Faust throws a forearm at Axl who ducks under it into a forward roll, reaching his feet then spinning to face the Vampire Lord. Outside of the ring Psycho is reaching under the squared circle and to a huge ovation is dragging a table out. He slowly begins to set up the wood at ringside.
Douglas: Uh oh, Psycho bringing a table into this three way dance!
Mayne: This isn’t a hardcore rules match Psycho. Right?
Douglas: In this three way dance format there are rules, albeit relaxed ones.
Inside of the ring Faust turns back to face Evermore who comes barreling forward with a lariat attempt of his own. Faust ducks under the shot and quickly stands up, placing his opponent in a reverse neckbreaker position. However, Evermore spins around and places Faust in a front chancery, reaching out and hooking his leg in the process. He quickly lifts him up into the air for a fisherman buster of some sorts only to have Faust flip out of it, landing right on his feet with grace behind Axl. Evermore and Faust turn to face one another with fists clinched when Psycho barrels across the ring and levels them both with a double clothesline. They crash to the canvas at his sides while Psycho staggers forward, a truly menacing expression on his face. He now approaches Evermore and takes him by the hair, rolling him to his feet then backing towards one of the turnbuckles. The massive psychopath climbs up the corner in reverse and points to the table set up at ringside, causing the fans to start screaming in shock.
Douglas: Oh no, Axl is about to be thrown through that table!
Mayne: Psycho is finally going to kill him. Lord knows he’s been trying over the past couple of months.
Axl is dragged up the tunbuckle slowly while Psycho stands on the very top rope, setting up to awesome bomb Evermore through that table and effectively end his career perhaps. Just then a figure jumps onto the apron at Psycho’s side, placing his hand to the portly posterior of the Sadistic One then shoving him off the corner. The crowd is shocked at the sight of Riggs sending Psycho flipping forward and crashing with force through the table, which smashes to smithereens.
Douglas: AAHHHH!! Riggs just came out of nowhere and has sent Psycho plummeting through that table at ringside!
Mayne: Why the hell did Riggs just do this? Not that I’m complaining, but why?
Dementia seems to permeates the eyes of Riggs as he glares down at Psycho who lies a destroyed mess amongst the chunks of broken wood. He jumps off the apron now and approaches the Sadistic One, taking him around the neck and dragging him up to his feet before rolling all of his dead weight into the ring.
Douglas: Now Riggs is putting him back into the ring, what is going on here? Why is Riggs doing this to Psycho?
Mayne: I’m just as clueless as you are. Okay, maybe not that clueless.
The fans are still watching on in bafflement while Riggs steps around the ring, watching what is occurring inside with possessed eyes. The sluggish Evermore crawls into the cover on his ample opponent, hooking his leg in a exhaustive state with the fans screaming.
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Riggs eyes twinkle with malicious delight as the hand comes down for the three count.
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Everyone inhabiting the Manhattan Center screams as Psycho has just been eliminated from the three way dance, bringing it down to just Faust and Evermore.
Douglas: What is going on here tonight with all these surprises? Now Riggs has just cost Psycho his chance at regaining the Cartel Championship with seemingly no motivation for doing it.
Mayne: This has been a wild and crazy night, just like those crazy foreign stereotypes on Saturday Night Live.
Riggs takes one last look at his handy work before being enveloped by the curtains and the shadows of the backstage area. Inside of the ring a battered, bruised Psycho rolls across the ring and spills under the ropes to the outside. In the meanwhile Faust rises to his feet, agonizing from head to toe, much like Evermore. Axl spots Faust and now flips over into a cartwheel, going for something big only to have the Vampire Lord deliver a dropkick to the side of Evermore’s head while he is turned upside down. The stiff impact echoes throughout the arena as the Fully Loaded member crashes down onto his back, lying there motionless for several moments. Faust stands up sluggishly and makes his way past him in the direction of the turnbuckle, moving up the corner slowly. He reaches the top rope, clearly setting up for the Night Flight (450 Splash) when Axl shockingly gets up in front of him then jumps into the air, landing gracefully on the top rope. He wraps his arm around Faust’s neck and his thigh before dropping back into an exploder from the top of the turnbuckle. The crowd goes nuts as Faust flies across the ring, crashing with force spine first into the turnbuckle, then setting up with an incredibly dazed expression on his face. That last move seems to have taken all the energy out of Axl’s sails as he just lies there, trying his best to recover.
Douglas: AN EXPLODER FROM THE TOP ROPE!
Mayne: I don’t care if Faust is superhuman or not, he’s finished after that one.
Neither Faust nor Axl are moving after that last maneuver, their bodies completely sprawled out across the canvas motionless. After several moments they begin to turn, their bodies aching from the brutality they’ve inflicted on one another thus far. As soon as they get up Evermore steps forward and delivers a swift blow right to Faust’s ribs, doubling him over forward. Axl now hooks his arms, setting him up for the Flipside to a loud reaction from the crowd. Faust suddenly twists his body around though, turning to face Evermore then placing him in a front chancery. Faust drops down and connects with the Darkness DDT. Faust’s face crashes with force against the canvas before he flops onto his back Faust falling onto his as well, quickly trying to recover. That exploder has done a lot of damage to his body though, leaving him in bad shape as he tries to get up and finish Evermore off, as thus ensuring his title stays exactly where it is. He backs up slowly now, fighting of the pain that courses through his frame and bending forward with his hands pressed to his knees. The energy, the passion returns to his eyes as he sets to deliver the Blood Lust (Spear). All of those crammed into the Manhattan Center are standing up, growing anxious as they wait for Faust to deliver his devastating finishing move.
Douglas: Faust is setting up for the BLOOD LUST!
Mayne: Good, then this match will effectively be over and I can stop napping. Having some scary dreams involving the Cabbage-Patch Kids.
Faust slowly bends down with his hand pressed to his spine, prepared to end this contest once and for all while Evermore is trying with everything he’s got to get up and mount a comeback. He gabs the official’s shirt, using him as a crutch to get up, the referee is desperately trying to pull free while Axl gets his legs beneath him. Faust is about to rush forward when Pat Evans slides into the ring behind him, scooting across his knees up behind the Cartel Champion. To the outside of everyone in the building Pat delivers a low blow directly to the testicles of Faust.
Mayne: Hahahaha, Pat Evans just gave Faust a low blow from behind! He came out of nowhere!
Douglas: Oh come on! This is ridiculous, someone else interfering in this three way dance now.
Mayne: Pat is avenging what Faust did to him earlier, which is just wondrous.
Pat rolls quickly out of the ring as Faust remains doubled over, gripping at his genitals and unable to express his anguish. He staggers forward slowly on instinct while Evermore stands up in front of him. He slowly stumbles forward and locks Faust in a front chancery, lifting him into a vertical suplex position before turning him around into a stunner, connecting with the shotgun to a loud reaction from the crowd. Faust’s jaw bounces off of Evermore’s shoulder, sending him flying in reverse and crashing onto his back. Axl quickly turns and crawls into he cover.
Douglas: THE SHOTGUN! Evermore just nailed his finisher!
Mayne: Please be over!
The referee drops to make the count while Evans storms through the crowd, pushing them aside and not even looking back to observe his handiwork.
1
2
3!
All those in the Manhattan Center start screaming in outright shock as Evermore sits up, his fists raised high in the air in victory.
Douglas: New Champion, a new champion has been crowned, Axl Evermore has just won the Cartel title!
Mayne: Another title change here tonight! Faust has lost his belt thanks to Pat Evans, who ironically was the man who helped to screw Axl out of the title in the first place.
The crowd is still buzzing as a battered Evermore rises to his feet, being handed the Cartel Championship which he painstakingly raises into the air. He winces in pain while lifting the belt up high to a mixed reaction from the crowd, many pleased to see him holding the belt and others infuriated that he Faust has lost the gold. Faust begins to snap out of it, rolling over with his hand over his testicles and pure rage setting into his eyes. Axl drops to his knees and thrusts the belt over his shoulder, taking several deep breathes, completely unaware that his former rival has just helped him regain the gold he lost so many weeks ago.
Douglas: And yet again we see another shocking occurrence on tonight’s Riot!
Mayne: I don’t know how many more surprises I can withstand. But I guess my heart is going to have to take some more, because ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed, Orlando’s secret will be revealed next!
Dan: Oh joy.
Axl steps towards the ropes, scaling to the middle cable and lifting the Cartel Championship up high while it glistens and sparkles. Faust rolls to the outside of the ring, doubled over forward and brimming with anger as to what just transpired.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
THE DARKEST SECRET
“Gone Forever” starts to play over the PA system, leading into a loud outburst of rage from the Manhattan Center crowd. Everyone rises to their feet slowly with their eyes focused on the entry way where the curtains part to reveal the ever so lovely yet incredibly vindictive Sallie. She saunters in a sultry manner onto the stage, overlooking the fans while wearing all black, almost as if dressed for a funeral. A microphone is already gripped in her hand as she overlooks the fans with a raised nose then starts down the ramp towards the ring.
Mayne: Are you ready for this Dan, are you prepared for the truth?
Douglas: Something tells me I’d rather be castrated slowly with a dull butter knife.
Billy: I think that’s a rites of passage in some countries Dan.
A smirking Sallie swings her hips while moving towards the ring, a pep in her steps derived from the excitement she tries to hide beneath grief. She moves up the steps in her pumps and onto the apron before slipping through the ropes, her degenerate eyes examining the booing fans. Nobody wants to hear what she has to say tonight but it’s clear she’s going to say it otherwise.
Mayne: Man I’m so excited for this, I’m positively giddy. The secret is going to be revealed after all these months.
Douglas: I’m sure it’s nothing to be quite so excited about. Just like Orlando told Nathan earlier tonight, he’s got absolutely nothing to worry about.
Billy: Or so he may think.
Her spiteful gaze observes the fans in all their vicious splendor before Sallie gets on with it.
Sallie: Go ahead, get it out of your systems….
She rotates her finger repeatedly to instruct them to continue hassling her, which is exactly what they do.
Mayne: How dare these fans, blasted New Yorkers and their lack of manners.
Douglas: Wait, just wait a second, are you actually insulting others for not having any manners? That’s certainly the pot calling the kettle black.
Billy: Hey now, I will not stand for such racial slurs.
The crowd continues to center their rage on Sallie who strangely smiles as a result.
Sallie: You know what, just keep it up! This is music to my ears people, because in just a few moments you’re going to regret everything you’ve said. Each and every one of you disrespectful fans will be sorry for the way you’ve tried to slur my name, and for supporting Orlando Cruze throughout all these years.
The mere mention of the Icon sends the crowd into a loud ovation to which Sallie derives much disgust. Nevertheless she kicks her hair back and continues.
Sallie: There you go, proving my point again. You’re all so fickle, you support a man of zero principles, a man who has no right to call himself a HERO! And do you all want to know why? Why Cruze is no more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing? Rather you want your eyes opened to the truth or not that’s exactly what is about to happen. I’ve hid a secret for far, far too long and frankly I’m sick of keeping the truth buried to protect Orlando’s wholesome, goody, goody appearance.
Mayne: It’s about time!
Douglas: Would she just get it over with already so we can all have a good laugh?
As she grins at the thought of ruining Orlando’s life a tear can also be seen in the corner of her eye.
Sallie: What I’m about to say will be a truth that sets you all free but imprisons Cruze in his lies. I’m about to tell a secret that will tear Orlando’s perfect little family apart, that will make his precious wife never be able to look him in the eyes again. His child will never be able to take pride in calling Cruze daddy after I spill the whole pot of beans. Of course, if anyone of them and any of you people had brain one in your heads you would have been able to piece the truth together long ago. I was sure Billy would reveal Orlando’s dark little secret whenever he caught Hurse coming to my dressing room with balloons or calling me to ask the rules to Candy Land.
Mayne: Huh?
Douglas: Leave it to you to fail to grasp something, but I certainly do not like where this is headed.
The fans become a little more quiet, seeing if they can figure it out themselves.
Sallie: Jeez, you people really are dense aren’t you? Billy even reported in his gossip column seeing Orlando’s dark secret alongside the World Champion and I on numerous occasions. Are you that ignorant!?! Do you really think our employer is a midget, that me and Steven have been hanging out with a little person? Well, your only partially right if you made that assumption, because when Orlando Cruze abandoned me……
She lowers her head and snivels, working up the courage to finally tell the truth. Suddenly her head raises with a snap and the words come flying out.
Sallie: I was pregnant!
A baffled hush comes over the crowd, none of them quite sure how to respond to this stunning revelation. Many look around waiting for the cheesy soap opera jarring tune to play.
Douglas: WHACHA, HUH!?!
Mayne: I knew it, I knew it!!
Sallie takes a deep breath and smiles with satisfaction as if feeling a tremendous weight lifted from her shoulders.
Sallie: So now you all know Orlando’s secret. He left me with a bun in the oven and not a cent to my name. He abandoned me and his daughter because we didn’t fit into his plans, because he was trying to build a family with Kloe. So you see, your hero is nothing more than a scoundrel, a liar, a slut, and a no good all around bastard!
The crowd’s reaction is altered drastically at the sound of these cruel insults, beginning to boo a highly emotional Sallie.
Sallie: I didn’t target Orlando just because he left me; I targeted him because he left his daughter! And I know how he’ll once again try to lie his way out of this and claim that my girl isn’t his, but there’s no escaping his lies this time. No, no, because when I had him take that urine test several weeks ago, I also had a paternity test done without his knowledge. Using just a small piece of his tissue, and thanks to funding from my mystery benefactor, the top DNA specialist were able to determine, without a shadow of a doubt that Orlando does indeed have a daughter. A daughter I shall introduce right now, my sweet little innocent angel, and Orlando’s bastard, Becca!
Every eye in the arena transfers to the stage where Krissie McMorris is emerging with a little girl holding her hand. The adorable little lady is barely able to keep up with Krissie as her stubby little legs kick and her eyes overlook the fans, clearly not having any idea what is going on at her young, toddler like age. Krissie tugs on her hand to speed her up as she smiles and skips a little at McMorris’ side. Sallie looks with pride upon her daughter as she is assisted up the stairs and into the ring amongst a mixed, confused reaction.
Douglas: This is one of the most surreal moments I’ve ever witnessed.
Mayne: I dare say that anyone who guessed that Orlando’s secret would be inconsequential is regretting believing as much.
Little Becca is led to Sallie, who takes her child’s hand into her own then drops to a single knee at her side.
Sallie: Look at her Orlando, look at her sweet, angelic face. It’s a face you’ve never seen, a face you’ve never wanted to see. This is Becca Cruze, this is your daughter, this is the girl you left behind so long ago because you didn’t want to deal with the hassle of helping her mother. She’s why I’m here, she’s why I’ve been tormenting you for so long. What you subjected her to is barbaric Orlando, absolutely barbaric. She’s grown up without a father by her side. She’s faced heartbreak since the day I forced her from my loins. A day you were out banging that slut you call a wife no doubt.
Becca smiles wide and waves to some of the fans.
Sallie: This poor child has suffered because of you Orlando, because of your neglect….
Orlando: Sallie, Sallie….
The crowd’s reaction drastically changes yet again at the sight of Orlando Cruze marching down the ramp with no music on this occasion. A dreary and confused expression weighs down his face and inhabits his eyes. They are focused on little Becca who turns with bewilderment towards the man who is apparently her long, lost daddy.
Mayne: What is this negligent parent doing out here? Shouldn’t he be arrested for not paying child support or something?
Douglas: From the look on Cruze’s face I don’t even think he knew he had a daughter with Sallie.
Billy: That’s what unprotected sex will do to you.
Dan: This isn’t an after school special.
In disarray Orlando continues to move down the ramp before he finally hops onto the apron, Sallie protecting Becca by wrapping her arms around her tightly. Krissie also steps around her for added protection.
Orlando: What is this shit!?! Are you telling me I have a, a, a daughter?
Sallie: Yes Orlando, you do. A daughter you ran away from and left me to raise.
Orlando seems to swallow his pride as he slips through the ropes into the ring. His head is racing with thoughts and confliction as he stares down into the smiling chubby cheeks of the daughter he never knew existed.
Orlando: Sallie, if you would have told me any of this….
Sallie: You wouldn’t have listened!
This comment actually seems to sting Orlando a little.
Sallie: You still would have turned your back on her like she were nothing. You’re a real piece of work Orlando.
Cruze has stopped listening to her as he drops to a knee in front of Becca, a smiling coming to the Icon’s confused face. Sallie doesn’t like what she’s seeing in the slightest.
Sallie: What are you doing?
Orlando: Something I would have done if you hadn’t kept this from me Sallie.
He leans forward slowly to stare into the little girl’s twinkling eyes.
Orlando: Becca, I’m your…
Without warning the World Title belt cracks into the back of Orlando’s head, sending him crashing forward into the canvas. The crowd responds with pure rage at the sight of Hurse standing over top of the Icon with the championship dangling from his grasp and a devious smirk on his face.
Douglas: Oh no! Hurse assaulting Orlando from behind with the World Title and doing so right in front of the daughter he never knew.
Mayne: I love these bonding moments.
Sallie pulls her daughter’s back against her sternum, watching with a smile on her face. It’s clear Becca has no idea what to make of this all as Hurse grabs Orlando around the neck, pulling him to his feet then rushing at one of the turnbuckles. He steps up the ropes and then flips over backwards into the contra code. The back of Orlando’s head slams with force against the canvas while Hurse gets to a single knee over top of him, his smile extending from one ear to the other.
Douglas: ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!
Mayne: Hurse must really despise bad parents.
The World Champion is shaking as he looks down at the number one contender for his title, running his shaking hands through his hair. Cruze is entirely out cold at this point, barely moving after taking that deadly contra code, a shot from the World title, and suffering the shock of finding out he has an illegitimate daughter. Hurse turns towards the Icon’s lost seed with that same smile on his face before Sallie finally lets Becca go. She runs forward right into the arms of the World Champion, wrapping herself around him with a big hug that sends the Manhattan Center into a rage. Hurse laughs hysterically while rubbing her little back and glancing down at the laid out Orlando repeatedly. Sallie now steps over top of the Icon and lifts the mic back to her shaking lips.
Sallie: You may have abandoned Becca, but she’s found a new father figure, my best friend, Hurse!
The fans are jumping all over both Hurse and Sallie, outraged over the plot that has been revealed here tonight. Hurse continues to hug Becca, not out of love, but out of spite.
Dan: This is the most repulsive thing I’ve ever witnessed.
Mayne: It’s beautiful actually. Hurse has become a father to a child who isn’t even his.
Douglas: That’s Orlando’s illegitimate daughter, you can’t tell me he actually cares about her. This is all just to rub in Orlando’s face. I’m sickened by all of this, go to commercial, do something.
Billy: Calm yourself, your getting as pouty as Mike Tenay.
Orlando’s eyes flicker as Sallie steps to the sides of both Becca and Hurse, rubbing her daughter’s hair affectionately. Hurse just continues to laugh a maniacal chuckle and Krissie claps proudly over what she is seeing from the far corner.
DON’T TAKE THE BAIT
We cut to backstage, in a generic hallway, as Max Craven, with his green-sleeved black Fully Loaded team jacket on and teammate Domino Rouge by his side, is warming up for his upcoming match with Independent legend Desolation.
Domino: Are you absolutely SURE about this? The man isn't known to pull his punches...
Max: Look, he tries to hurt one of MY people, tries to put one of my performers out of commission, and I've got to step in...even if he IS sort of my boss.
And just at that moment, a smirking Desolation approaches them, prompting Domino to get in a defensive stance and Max to step in front of her to shield her as Desolation very casually, unconvincingly, and in a perfunctory manner, gestures for him to ease up and calm down.
Desolation: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Listen, Vomit-zilla...I'm...NOT going to bother to take you out HERE before the match.
Max is understandably suspicious of this statement...
Max: ...Why not?
Desolation: BECAUSE...although it WOULD result in a much quicker night off for me, it would deprive me of the pleasure of having EVERY SINGLE ONE of these ungrateful unwashed masses see me completely and utterly DESTROY yet another generic cult leader in a completely and utterly vile fashion...not to mention the fact that your complete and utter destruction would serve as a GREAT cautionary tale to any...OTHER...adult-film "performers" who think that they might even have a snowball's chance in hell to step into the ring as a sports-entertainer, let alone a legitimate wrestler.
Desolation coldly eyes Domino as he says this, sending a sub-zero chill through her very being. However, Max narrows his eyes as a smirk begins to form.
Max: ...Then you better ask for OVERTIME, because I'm not going to just melt like one of those snowballs. And since I know that you aren't some cream-puff in the ring yourself, I'M going to use this match as an opportunity to show YOU that my big dick isn't going to be the ONLY reason tonight that my nickname is "The Big Stiffy".
Desolation: Oh, SPARE me the innuendo and the bravado and just be a damn WRESTLER tonight! Even a sports-entertainer if you have to! Just do your damn job and get your ass handed to you in the ring by me like EVERYONE ELSE in this company has done before. ...IN FACT, let's make it INTERESTING: put that ridiculous "Deadly Games Title" of yours on the line against me, so's I can add it to my PILE when I Curb Stomp the ability to fellate amateur kathueys out of that clichéd kisser of yours.
While Domino almost begins visibly shivering, Max almost breaks out in uproarious laughter, holding it back to a muffled chuckle.
Max: Are you SERIOUS? Look, you may be the General Manager of UNSANCTIONED, but you aren't contracted as a WRESTLER there! You CAN'T legally win any of those titles, no matter WHERE it happens! And BESIDES...what makes you think you'll even--
Desolation: --EH, EH, EH. DON'T...YOU...DARE finish that sentence. Because we BOTH know what's going to happen: since I completely and utterly destroyed you in the promo packages for this match, I get to completely and utterly destroy you in the match and further cement my heel status as the ACTUAL most sadistic bastard in the history of this company. Or perhaps you haven't heard any of my previous rantings about the Booking Team...? Hmm? Or perhaps you're wondering, or SHOULD be wondering, why even the NEW staff writer is putting ME over in this segment and making YOU look like a complete and utter FOOL? Even while I'm completely and utterly over-using the phrase "completely and utterly"??
Max is at a complete and utter loss for words as Desolation condescendingly puts a hand on his shoulder to "reassure" him, causing a cold chill to now resonate through MAX'S very being, his words just as chilling.
Desolation: Don't worry, Max. You of all people will come to know THIS soon enough: we're just in the Twilight Zone.
He's about to go, but stops himself and quickly turns back to Max to get one last dig in.
Desolation: After all, how else do you explain losing to Henry F. Bumblefuck by a ROLL-UP? But just to make YOUR fragile ego feel a LITTLE BIT better...I'LL even do the polite thing and go out there first.
He finally turns to go, but not before looking at Domino and making a sudden feint motion, causing her to flinch, and him to laugh hysterically as he leaves to enter the match first.
Max: Dammit...
COMMERCIAL BREAK
NOW AVAILABLE ON DVD
MAX VS. DESOLATION
The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Red lights flash and mist appears on the Jumbotron. The harsh, synthetic guitars of "Fever Dream" kick in.
Mayne: What a way to come back from commercial break, probably the best way you can do so in fact. Desolation is about to arrive and do even more damage in the ring. This is the greatest possible way to cap off a wondrous night.
Douglas: You make it sound like Riot! has been a fucking Disney movie, Billy. If it were I don’t think they’d cast Desolation in any prominent roles, besides maybe the guy who shoots Bambi’s Mother.
The Jumbotron show a pair of black jackboots marching in time with the beat. In the faded mist past atrocities committed by the Dark Man, Desolation can be seen.
A red serpent's eye pulses with a red glow in the background, the glaring, sinister smiling face of Desolation appearing in the center.
Red lights flash on and off in time with the tune, and a column of red flame explodes in the center of the entry ramp,, revealing the Dark Man in the entryway.
Desolation walks to the ring, head lowered. He climbs up into a kneeling position on the ring apron, arms entwined in the ropes, a sadistic smile on his face as he holds the pose for a few moments.
He gets to his feet and slowly raises one fist into the air before stepping through the ring ropes. He wears a cynical smile on his face while backing to the center of the ring and eying the entry way in anticipation of his opponent’s arrival.
Mayne: Look at the malicious twinkle in his eyes, it’s almost too terrifying to stare at for long.
Dan: Much like your face Billy, and deformities will be the reoccurring motif of this bout. Max and Desolation are about to collide under hardcore rules.
Billy: Isn’t a No Holds Barred bout technically the exact same thing?
Douglas: Um, yeah?
Mayne: Oh, well, we had one of these earlier then, but I guess it’s completely different since the name is changed. Anyway, Desolation should ensure this one is far more entertaining.
Desolation’s eyes penetrate the curtains like a broomstick handle in the grasp of a sexually frustrated housewife. The house lights melt down to black as a major-key alto-soprano Gregorian chant begins...but instead of an actual Gregorian chant, they talk-sing the following...
I-RA-TUUUUS...ANTI MAAAAACHINAAAAAA...DEEEEEUUUUUS...EEEEEX MAAAAACHINAAAAA...IN MAX WE TRUUUUUUST...AT THE CHUUUUUURRRRRCH...OF HOT ADDIIIIIIIICTIONNNNNN...
It cross-fades into "Church of Hot Addiction" by Cobra Starship, and the lights begin flashing green, gold, white, and black. The Cartel-Tron, meanwhile, shows green code raining down on a black background, forming words and phrases to match the chants. A black-with-green-trim-robed figure emerges from the back as the music gets to the first verse.
Just let me ask you--"HEY..."
He is accompanied by another robed figure, quite a bit smaller, and her hood is lowered, revealing Mercy Heaven. They reach the center of the stage.
"...Have you heard of my RELIGION??"
They pause and lower their heads as Mercy goes behind the robed figure.
"It's called the 'Church of Hot Addiction', and we believe that God has lust for ev-er-y-one...cuz NOW..."
The robed figure thrusts his arms out and the robe suddenly "flies" off his body into Mercy's hands, accompanied by outward-shooting pyros from either side of the ramp, revealing a grinning MAX in the middle of the spark-storm.
"...The time has come for your DEVOTION...and you already got the NOTION...of what I need; so give it, just give it, just give it to me...(you're will-ing, I'm wait-ing...turn out the lights!)"
The lights melt down during that line, then they begin flashing even faster on the next line as MAX runs to the ring at medium speed, Mercy walking behind him with the robe over her shoulder. He slides in under the bottom rope and humps his way back up to his feet.
"To-NIIIIIIIGHT...I am the drug you can't deny! To-NIIIIIIIGHT...G-A-B-E gonna get you high...my light is ELECTRIC..."
He climbs the near corner and crosses his arms over his head, mouthing the words "TWO WORDS!", but they can't be heard over the crowd and the music.
"HEY HEY HEY! My light is ELECTRIC, yeah...HEY HEY HEY! My light is ELECTRIC...HEY HEY HEY! My light is ELECTRIC, yeah...HEY HEY HEY! My light is ELECTRIC!"
MAX hops down from the 2nd rope, spinning around and spinning grandiosely (with arms thrust out) to the center of the ring, where Mercy has made her way, still wearing her robe, but HIS is on the floor now. He kneels, looking up toward the heavens with his arms out, then delivers a series of crotch chops, which prompt both Mercy's sudden casting-off of HER robe (revealing a tight, form-fitting ensemble of green halter top and tight black leggings with thigh-high black boots over them) AND a short series of "X" pyros behind them, to the cheers of the crowd. MAX hops back up to his feet and gives her a peck on the cheek as she grabs both robes and sexily walks her way out of the ring, MAX "appreciating" the sight of her shapely rear the whole time. He waves his hand in one of those "Owwwww, that's HOT" motions with his mouth saying the same thing, as he backs into a corner to wait. Desolation has rolled to the outside of the ring throughout the process, his arms crossed over his chest and his head titled to the side. The grin hasn’t left his face.
Mayne: Hahahaha, like this porno star has any chance in hell. Look at him, the last time he caused someone to bleed is when his lower endowments entered the wrong hole. The Alpha Generation have been full of surprises tonight, and I think Max is in for one as well.
Douglas: That’s a possibility considering the numerous swerves that the AG have pulled off this evening, Max better be prepared for anything. And he is more than capable of causing the crimson to flow, being the reigning Deadly Games Champion in Unsanctioned.
Billy: That’s a real wrestling company? I thought it was just used as the occasional obscure reference.
Max steps forward out of the corner to the center of the squared circle, where he is held at bay by official Stuart Wright. Craven looks past him right into the features of the devious Dark Man, who starts forward slowly. He climbs up onto the apron slowly, resting their knee first while gazing through the ropes into the features of Craven. The Fully Loaded representative seems to be getting a bit impatient, eager to inflict some punishment on Desolation who enters the ring with almost a slither. Stuart turns and calls for the bell as Craven immediately starts forward and extends his arm, Desolation slipping through the ropes dropping to the mats. His back is facing the ring while he gets that same twisted glint in his eyes, enjoying the mental strain he is taking on Craven.
Douglas: Desolation using the same strategy Hurse was earlier but for completely different reasons.
Mayne: Thanks for reminding me of that match earlier tonight with Brooks, Desolation and Hurse shocking the world.
Dan: The more I think about it, the sicker I get.
Billy: Thinking about Kathy Griffin has the same effect on me.
The methodical maniac that is Desolation turns back towards the ring when Max flies over the top rope, coming down right on top of his sternum with a crossbody. The crowd jumps to it’s feet as does Craven who steps back with pint up hostility being released.
Douglas: What a big way for Max to start this match, he’s showing Desolation that he isn’t willing to play the waiting game.
Mayne: But I like the waiting game, you can win without doing anything.
Desolation is somewhat surprised yet still grinning slightly as he turns onto his knees, Craven stepping in with a jab to his face. He now takes him by the back of the head and pulls him forward face first into the barricade. Desolation bashes off the steel nose first and turns, falling against the steel spine first. An energetic Craven drags the Dark Man up to his feet and steps to his side before being pulling him backwards with a Russian Leg sweep spine first into the barrier. Desolation arches over the barricade backwards, grimacing and yet grinning in pain while Craven lunges into the air and dropkicks him right to the face. Desolation flips over top of the barricade in reverse, tumbling to the outside mats in the process.
Mayne: Can Desolation please have one match where his opponents don’t throw him at the fans?
Douglas: Max taking this Hardcore brawl into the crowd, catching Desolation off guard initially much like Silencer did last week.
Craven steps over the barricade and continues after Desolation, who has just risen to his feet. He receives a hard clubbing blow over the back though, sending him staggering forward in minor agitation. The fans clear a path for this brawling banditos, who in retrospect probably don’t possess an iota of Mexican blood. Desolation spins around and receives a hard right hand to the face, almost knocking him down while Craven presses the advantage. He steps back and requests the use of the chair, which is quickly handed to him by an elderly female fan. Max snatches it from the bearer of an obvious bad hip and turns to swing it at Desolation’s skull. Before he can connect Desolation delivers a savant kick right to the chair, driving it backwards into his face. Craven staggers backwards but isn’t taken down, the chair falling to the concrete at his feet. Although spiraling in reverse Max remains upright long enough to take a blistering buzzsaw kick right to the chest, a truly sternum shattering shot.
The impact sends him staggering backwards, spilling back first over the barricade, flipping over and landing knees first on the mats. He coughs violently and has trouble breathing as he holds his sternum, Desolation grabbing a chair and fighting with that same elderly lady over it. Desolation finally drags it free from her arthritic hands and sets it up in front of the barricade. He steps back waiting for Max to stand, who after several seconds gets to his feet. As soon as he is in an upright base Desolation barrels forward, stepping onto the chair then onto the barricade, launching himself forward into a knee strike right to Craven’s face.
Mayne: Impressive isn’t even a word that can be used to describe that move! So I’ll come up with a new word to describe it. It was supertacular!
Douglas: A flying knee strike off the barricade by Desolation! His aerial capabilities and agility mixed with that deadly technical arsenal is what makes this man so threatening.
Billy: Besides the fact that he can kill you, your whole family, your dog, your cat and rape your goldfish with a single glance.
Max is struggling to get up after that stiff strike to his face, his knees buckling as he positions himself. As soon as he does this he’s taken around the waist, Desolation dropping in reverse and connecting with the back drop driver on the thin protective mats. The crowd reacts with outright disgust over the way Max’s body comes down across the back of his head and his frame flips over onto his seat. His eyes are completely glossed over as he falls to his back, lying there incapable of mobility.
Dan: Ahhh! Desolation just gave Craven a Morishima style back drop driver right on those thin mats!
Mayne: That was hardcore! Just like that movie I stared in while going to college to make ends meet.
Douglas: And you probably still can’t sit down without pain afterwards. But we need help out here for Max I think, I don’t see him continuing after being planted on the mats like that.
Desolation gets to his feet and rubs his face with the back of his hand, making sure he isn’t bleeding after those punches to the face. He now glares at Craven as if amused by his agony, watching him try to turn to his elbows and knees to force himself up. The official is powerless to do anything about what he’s seeing, realizing he’s only there to make a three count. His eyes are glued to Craven trying to utilize the barricade to stand up, his hands taking hold of the steel as he labors to reach his feet. Some of the fans are pleading with Craven to stay down while the vast majority are cheering in support. He finally gets up when Desolation takes him by the back of the head, pulling him towards the ring then yanking his face down into the apron. His skull collides viciously with the ring, his eyes again rolling to the back of his head as he somehow holds himself up by gripping the bottom rope. Drool seeps from the corner of his mouth, as if serious head trauma may have been inflicted by that back drop driver.
Desolation pushes him spine first against the ring, using it to prop him up then delivering another swift, vicious buzzsaw kick to his chest. Craven doubles over, coughing uncontrollably while the Dark Man pushes him up onto the apron and now climbs onto it himself. Max gets to his elbows and knees on the apron, beginning to stand when Desolation forces him all the way up then clamps his arms around his waist. Desolation is setting up for the back drop driver off the apron as the fans scream, covering their mouths in horror.
Douglas: No, no, no! This is crazy!
Mayne: Desolation, there are cameras rolling, you can’t just kill someone on national television. Unless you improperly spell the words blood and rage.
Dan: This will be crossing new lines for Desolation, which is something I thought I’d never hear myself saying.
Desolation starts to fall back to connect with the move to high pitched teenage female screams only for Craven to wrap his arms around the top rope. Apparently he’s still coherent enough to hold on in order to prevent his destruction. His coherency is tested as Desolation blasts him over the upper back several times then turns, placing him in a front chancery. Desolation drops to the outside of the ring, connecting with a DDT that plants Craven’s head into the apron. He bounces off it forcefully before he rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring, the crowd responding with utter despair. As Craven ends up on his back he finds himself clinging to consciousness just barely, his eyes awkwardly fluttering. The Dark Man slides under the ropes into the canvas then crawls up beside Craven, grabbing his bangs and pulling his head up off of the canvas. He now palms his face and pushes his head down backwards into the canvas, his skull cracking against it to the dismay of many.
Craven wraps his arms around his cranium and rolls away from Desolation, desperately trying to create some space. Unfortunately he can’t get far from the malicious and sinister Dark Man who takes him around the neck and pulls him up to his feet. Craven now finds himself locked in the neck cravat, his head being twisted and squeezed in the process as well. Max’s eyes begin to flicker with hope, on the verge of getting his second wind perhaps when Desolation drops back, throwing him through the air with a neck cravat suplex. Max slams into the ring side first, his skull again colliding with the ring and sending him popping up onto his knees. He remains there just for a moment before tumbling to the canvas face first, looking almost dead at this point.
Mayne: What your witnessing here Danny boy, is no longer a match, this is a massacre.
Douglas: Max has taken numerous blows to the head and that seems to be Desolation’s focal point in this hardcore encounter.
Billy: Oh well, at least Max is in a line of work where looks aren’t important as long as your well endowed. Just look at Ron Jeremy, the guy has the face of an otter for crying out loud!
As the Dark Man stands up he cracks a smile upon looking at Craven convulsing slightly on the ring. He now steps over him, not even going for the pinfall as he moves towards the ropes. He slips through them and drops to the outside mats, lifting the ring tarp into the air then reaching under it. The crowd begins to react with disgust and dismay at the sight of a Singapore cane clutched in Desolation’s palm. He twirls it around his hand then climbs up onto the apron, his ravenous eyes focused on the unmoving Max. He slowly steps up to Craven’s side and raises the cane into the air, savoring this moment.
Douglas: Oh no, oh no, Desolation’s got a cane….
Mayne: Was that a crack at his age? I’m telling.
Dan: Could you stop being sophomoric in every capacity for a moment? Desolation is about to bust Craven’s already damaged head with that cane.
Desolation braces himself and then lifts the cane above his head, swinging it down with delight at Craven’s head only to strike nothing but canvas. Max rolls out of the way, avoiding the shot then ending up in the ropes. He uses them to stand up when Desolation swings the cane at him again, Craven side stepping it. Desolation spins in a circle and lobs the foreign weapon at Max’s head only for him to do a matrix style backwards bend to avoid the shot. As the Dark Man twists away from him Craven bridges back to his feet, turning towards his opponent who tries to slap him low with the cane. Max jumps over top of the weapon then rushes at Desolation, delivering a step up enzugari to the back of his head. The stiff strike echoes throughout the arena while Desolation drops the cane, staggering around in a dazed state. As he ends up standing over top of the dropped cane, Max takes both ends of it and raises it into the air, straight to the Dark Man’s testicles. Desolation hunches over and gawks from the pain coursing through his testicles. Craven stands at his side and swings the cane with incredible force right over Desolation’s back, causing him to arch it and stagger forward.
Douglas: Max Craven is swinging for the fences!
Mayne: This is not the ending to Signs, firstly it’s not boring as hell and there’s no anticlimactic closing twist, secondly this is even worse! How did Craven get hold of the cane!?!
After taking another shot over the spine Desolation stands up, grimacing in rage then spinning to face Craven. He rushes right at him mouthing obscenities when Craven takes him down with a shot so stiff that it shatters the cane again Desolation’s face. The fans are going absolutely nuts as Desolation tumbles onto his back, everyone jumping from their seats with their arms thrust high into the air. The Alpha Generation rep is sprawled across the ring with broken chunks of cane lying all around his head. Max now throws the handle into the stands and although stumbling slightly steps over Desolation in the direction of a turnbuckle. He slips through the ropes and almost looses his footing before starting up the turnbuckle, reaching the top cable. Still dazed he launches himself from the top rope and connects with a frog splash right on top of Desolation. A loud eruption comes from the crowd as he hooks the Dark Man’s leg, going for the pinfall in what has been a vicious encounter.
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Desolation lobs his shoulder forth from the canvas.
Mayne: Desolation kicking out even after suffering from a brain altering cane shot, but just ask his mother, his head is as hard as a stone, she would know after passing it through her nether regions.
Douglas: I imagine it was a long delivery as even before birth his head was already overly inflated to hold his ego.
Craven almost looses his footing as he stands, blinking his eyes awkwardly after all those blows to the head. He turns and rushes into the ropes at Desolation’s side, bouncing off of them and then dropping into a forward roll. He flips out of it into the rolling thunder back first splash right across the Dark Man’s sternum and face. Again he leans back and hooks Desolation’s leg.
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Desolation forces himself out of the pinning predicament with yet another kick out. Becoming angered with his inability to pin Desolation, Craven takes him by the hair and rolls him to his knees in front of him. Desolation is dragged up to his feet then spun around and pulled to the canvas with the Hangman’s Neckbreaker. The back of his head hits the ring with force while Max nips up to his feet then rushes into the cables before his seated prey. He charges in and jumps into the air, nailing a perfect shining wizard right to the Dark Man’s back, knocking him to his spine. Craven turns, lunging into the cover yet again.
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To the shock of many Desolation physically presses Craven off of him then sits up, albeit incredibly dazed and confused. Max rises to his knees behind him, briefly holding his head which is still killing him while he scoots up behind the Dark Man. He takes him by the arm and places him in a cobra clutch, dragging him up to his feet as he sets for the Half-Cocked Clutch (One and Only). The crowd is cheering as they realize this is what he’s setting up for, forcing Desolation up to his feet when the Dark Man falls back to his seat, pulling Craven down into a jawbreaker. This drastically alters the crowd’s reaction as Max stands up straight, gripping at his jaw with both hands. Desolation falls onto his back and lifts his legs, placing them around Craven then dragging him down into a roll up. Craven ends up on his back with Desolation seated on his sternum only to suddenly roll in reverse onto his feet. He takes Max by the hair, dragging him up to his feet and placing him in a reverse DDT position then connecting with the rolling diamond cutter.
Mayne: Another blow to the cranium after a brilliant, beautiful, ever so enchanting counter.
Douglas: Billy, stop pinching your nipples! It may have been a miraculous counter but it’s nothing to touch yourself about.
Desolation sits on the canvas, breathing uneasily and trying to gather himself after taking all those strikes from the cane. Nevertheless he stands and approaches Craven who is attempting to sit up. Just as he shows a glimmer of hope Desolation turns him over onto his knees then delivers an incredibly brutal buzzsaw kick to the side of his skull. The fans respond with outright rage as Craven looks to be dead yet grasping to consciousness. He tumbles forward to the canvas, laying there in a sprawled out, motionless state while the Dark Man steps back, thinking out the proper way to inflict more damage. Finally he steps forward and jumps into the air, coming down with a double stomp to the back of Craven’s head. But wait Max rolled out of the way, Desolation’s feet hitting the canvas while Craven stands up at his side slowly. He comes rushing forward only to be hit under the jaw with a very violent mafia style kick. The shot sends Craven staggering backwards and then falling through the ropes. However his shins hit the top rope, sending him into a ricochet back onto his feet, rushing towards the stunned Desolation then jumping into the air with a heel kick right to his face. The crowd responds with cheers at the sight of Craven busting out a Desolation like leg lariat that sends both men crashing to the canvas. They lay sprawled across it recovering.
Douglas: Craven with a rebound leg lariat!
Mayne: How in hell did he just deliver that move? Does he think he’s British, does he think he’s got spiky hair, does he think he can get injured every week yet still remain champion…
Dan: Where are you going with this?
Billy: I’m not sure I had a point to begin with.
Referee Wright continues to overlook both individuals with shock in his eyes yet isn’t able to make a ten count with this being contested under Hardcore rules. Desolation stirs, snapping out of his dazed condition then rising to his feet sluggishly while Craven is trying to do the same. The condition of Craven’s head leaves him incapable of standing though, rising to a single knee when Desolation stands in front of him then rushes forward with a running buzzsaw kick. Max ducks into a forward roll, avoiding the shot as the Dark Man stops behind him. He spins around as Craven ends up on his seat then rolls over backwards, lifting his legs up into the air. He wraps them around Desolation’s neck, setting up for the spinning head scissors. However, the Dark Man places his hands to the back of Max’s thighs, shoving down on them and sending his legs crashing down into the canvas. He is now laid out in front of him as Desolation begins to set him up in position for the Curb Stomp. Screams emanate from the fans as Desolation tries to get Max in position to deliver his finishing move. Max is squirming back and forth, attempting to prevent being locked in position for the Curb Stomp as Desolation has still yet to get the legs entangled around his own. Finally Craven is able to flop onto his back and place his feet to his opponent’s sternum, pushing him off and sending him staggering backwards into the ropes.
Mayne: Argh!!
Douglas: I hope your not auditioning for a pirate role here in the IWC, I’m sure it will kill your career faster than Paul Burchill’s.
Desolation bounces off of the ropes as Max rolls towards him, causing the Alpha Gen member to leap over his opponent. He drops into a forward roll onto his feet then spins to face the rising Craven, charging with full force right at him. Craven side steps Desolation, taking him by the back of the head and pushing him along into the cables, throwing him over them to the outside of the ring. Desolation flips over, crashing into the thin protective mats spine first and then grimacing in pain. Max steps across the ring while gripping at his skull but then glances over his shoulder at the struggling Desolation. As soon as he reaches the center of the ring he turns and bolts across the canvas towards the rising Desolation, diving through the ropes for a suicide headbunt. As soon as he begins to fly through the cables Desolation jumps into the air, his shin connecting with a violent kick to the top of Craven’s head. Max falls lifelessly across the middle rope, hanging there in an unconscious condition.
Billy: Can Desolation not counter everything that is thrown at him? He is simply amazing.
Douglas: So are the levels of your idiocy. That was a tremendous counter by Desolation that seems to have completely taken Max out of this Hardcore encounter.
Desolation climbs onto the apron and grabs the top rope, pulling himself over it into a sunset flip, taking Craven around the waist in the process. He is rolled over in reverse onto the back of his shoulders in a pinning predicament only to have Craven roll through onto his feet then dive forward into a front dropkick. Desolation takes the full impact of the blow as he tumbles onto his spine, Craven landing on his back beside him. The crowd is groaning from that shot while Craven gets to his knees, grabbing at his head then taking hold of Desolation’s hair. He is sat up on the canvas before Craven comes rushing forward, going for the Big Stiffy. However Desolation falls onto his back to avoid it, lifting his legs for a monkey flip only to Craven jump over him into a cartwheel straight onto his feet. Desolation turns to his knees and stands up while Max jumps to the middle rope, springing off it and twisting as he lands on his opponent’s shoulder. He is pulled around into the hurricarana, sending Desolation flipping over and slamming into the ring spine first.
Mayne: What was that!?! How dare you Craven, how dare you go flipping all around the ring like you are the gymnasts that I fantasize about late at night. God bless you Kerrie Strug.
Douglas: Your obsessions deeply, deeply bother me. Anyway Craven hitting the springboard hurricarana on Desolation in what has been one of the most brutal hardcore encounters I’ve seen.
Billy: How can you call it brutal, there’s not even any blood, yet.
Dan: Blood and weapons aren’t needed to make a match brutal.
Desolation rolls over slowly to his knees when Craven takes him around the neck. He leads him up to his feet and then takes him around the neck, rushing forward as he delivers the bulldog. Desolation’s face is slammed violently into the canvas, forcing him to pop up onto his knees as a result while Craven rolls across the ring under the ropes and onto the apron. He stands up slowly as does his opposition. As soon as Desolation gets up while holding his nose Max springs to the top rope and flies across the ring, delivering a flying back elbow right to his sternum. Desolation plummets to the ring with Craven landing beside him and rolling away with a reinvigorated expression on his face. As soon as he gets up the crowd starts to go nuts, Craven stepping back and forth while thrusting his arms into the air to get them just as energized as he is.
Finally he turns back towards Desolation, stepping in and kicking him to the gut as he’s trying to stand. He now puls him forward into his shoulders, setting up for the falcon arrow out of the fireman’s carry position. Before he can hit it the Dark Man elbows him to the side of the face, breaking free and sliding off of his shoulders. He lands on his feet right in front of Craven then pulls him forward into his own shoulder. He stands up holding Craven in position for the Brand X, getting the fans screaming as a result.
Mayne: Hahahaha, yes, yes! Hit the Brand X, Desolation, give me a cheap thrill!
Douglas: He isn’t your mother Billy.
Desolation is having trouble holding his opponent in position for the Kryptonite Krunch when Craven switches his body around, catching hold of both his arms. Craven drags Desolation down into a crucifix pinning predicament.
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Desolation kicks out, dropping over backwards onto his feet. As soon as Craven gets to a crawling base in front of him, Desolation steps in delivering a straight upward punt kick directly to his already battered skull. Max rises to his knees, his eyes fluttering before he tumbles lifelessly forward into the canvas, Desolation falling spine first into the ropes after his vicious kick. The Manhattan Center crowd is reacting with dismay as Desolation now falls through the ropes to the outside of the ring. He lifts the tarp hanging from the apron and reaches under it, retrieving a steel chair.
Mayne: Uh oh, a chair coming into play yet again tonight.
Douglas: The last thing you want in Desolation’s hands is a weapon.
Billy: Let’s just hope this ends up better than when he tried to use the Singapore Cane.
Methodically taking his time, Desolation rolls under the ropes and slowly begins to approach Craven. Max has rolled away from him almost to the opposite side of the ring as the Dark Man steps around him, making sure he can’t go any further. As his back faces the entry way Desolation raises the chair above his head, about to bring it down into Max’s skull and inflict permanent damage. Just as it is about to be swung into the cranium of Craven a set of hands takes hold of the chair from behind. Desolation is unable to stop Domino from removing the chair from his hands then dropping to the outside mats amongst a wave of approval.
Douglas: Domino coming out here to the aid of Max! She, um, it, took the chair right out of Desolation’s hands.
Mayne: Is he, um, uh, God damn Domino’s gender ambiguity! Is “it” crazy!?!
Dan: Domino returning the favor I guess after Max saved “it” last week.
The fans are still going nuts as Domino turns away from the ring, Desolation smiling sinisterly as he reaches through the ropes and takes hold of “it’s” hair. The mood in the Manhattan Center changes drastically as Domino is dragged up onto the apron kicking and screaming, she is then pulled through the ropes still holding the chair.
Billy: Oh no, Desolation is about to make it even more difficult to determine Domino’s gender as he prepares to destroy “it” right before our very eyes. You don’t even get this type of entertainment from soft core porn films on late night Cinemax.
Douglas: This is wrong, leave Domino alone dammit, What is wrong with you Desolation?
Desolation snatches the chair from Domino’s hands and continues to grip her hair while she is positioned on her knees before him. Delight emanates from the Dark Man’s shadowy eyes as he bends forward to glare into Domino’s eyes, relishing in this moment.
Desolation: You should have kept your Chyna penis in the back Domino, because now you’ve caught me in a bad mood!
Desolation lifts the chair above his head as Domino looks on in terror only to have Max roll the Dark Man up from behind into the school boy. The crowd is screaming as Craven has got the shocking roll up.
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Desolation kicks out, dropping over onto his knees while Craven gets up and immediately moves towards Domino. He insists he/she gets out of the ring right away before it’s too late, only briefly taking his eyes off of the Dark Man. As soon as he turns around though, Desolation slams the steel chair over top of his head with tremendous, skull splitting force.
Mayne: Ouch!
Douglas: Oh Jesus! Desolation just slammed a chair over the previously battered cranium of Craven!
Billy: We can only hope it’s inflicted long lasting damage.
Screams still emanate from the shocked crowd as Max lies on the canvas absolutely motionless, Domino watching from a corner with shock in his/her eyes. The dented chair is dropped to the canvas at Desolation’s feet as he backs up with an emotionless expression on his face, observing the now busted open Max. He reaches down and takes hold of his legs, rolling him over onto his knees after that unprotected chair shot and beginning to set up for the Curb Stomp. Just as he is about to pull him up to hit it his expression changes, a crude smile coming to his face. He now releases Craven’s wrists, breaking the Curb Stomp position then stepping in front of him. He hooks both of Craven’s legs while dragging him to his feet then lifts him into the air with a double underhook before turning the move into a falcon arrow right on top of the chair. Domino wails as he/she watches Craven be slammed into the chair with such force, Desolation using one of Axl Evermore’s moves to inflict pain on his Fully Loaded partner.
Douglas: Dammit, Desolation hitting Evermore’s Flipside on Craven!
Mayne: Desolation is an expert at rubbing it in.
Dan: Max was already left quite helpless after that chair shot to a head that has been targeted throughout this contest so what was the point of this?
Max is completely sprawled out at this point as Desolation falls down on top of him, watching Domino in the process of pinning Craven.
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The Manhattan Center responds with jeers as Desolation rises to his knees, a placid expression on his cold, calculating features.
Dan: Mercifully Desolation has now ended what was an intense one on one encounter before that deadly chair shot.
Mayne: The Dark Man showing that he can overcome even the biggest, or well in this case, the smallest, obstacles.
A grimacing Domino crawls out of the corner towards the down Max, taking his head into her/his palms, pinning over Craven’s condition. Desolation steps around them as his music hits, beginning to step towards the ropes to vacate the ring.
Mayne: Desolation is ever so magnanimous. He defeated Craven here tonight and did so with style.
Douglas: He has a steel chair to thank for his win this evening and the unintentional distraction of Domino. He…..HEY!
Desolation quickly spins around and grabs hold of Domino’s hair once again, the crowd starts to scream with outrage while his/her eyes fill with horror. Desolation drags him/her off of Craven and towards the center of the ring, beginning to wrap his/her legs around his own to set up for the Curb Stomp.
Dan: No, no Desolation don’t, don’t!
Mayne: He’s about to do to Domino what he did to that Knoxx winch, and we’ve never seen her since she took that Curb Stomp.
A maniacal Desolation takes her by the wrists, glancing towards the entry way as if expecting someone. Domino is shaking his/her head and screaming as she is pulled up in position for the Curb Stomp, Desolation wedging his foot between her shoulder blades. That’s when the fans’ reaction alters drastically, Axl Evermore rushing down the ramp towards the ring.
Dan: It’s Evermore! He’s coming out here to put a stop to this barbarism!
Mayne: What can he do? It’s right there in writing in his UNSANCTIONED contract, he can’t put his hands on Desolation.
Axl rolls under the ropes and snatches the chair off of the canvas, lifting it up into the air as he turns to face the smirking Desolation. Almost on cue he lets go of Domino’s wrists, letting her/him fall back to the canvas then roll towards the ropes quickly. Domino ends up on the outside of the ring looking in, wondering what is going to transpire next. Axl has the chair lifted out to his side, prepared to use it while shuffling his feet and mumbling something under his breath. Surprisingly Desolation actually steps towards him with a smile forming on his face followed by a deep, disturbing chuckle. He bends forward slowly to look into the rage that clouds Axl’s eyes.
Desolation: Axl, Axl, Axl, what are you going to do with that chair there? Planning to hit me are you? Well go right ahead, swing for the fences, take my fucking head off.
Desolation tilts and twists his head in front of Evermore, who is fighting his temptation to swing the chair with every muscle in his body. He breathes uneasily, shaking in fact as he grips the chair legs tighter than before. The still smirking Desolation now sticks his hands behind his back.
Desolation: Look, I’ll make it easy for you Axl.
He drops to a single knee with his hands interlocked behind the small of his spine, looking up into the furious features of the Fully Loaded member.
Desolation: Come on Axl, quit worrying about tomorrow and gratify yourself now! I just beat and humiliated your partner with your very own move. I almost Curb Stomped Domino’s Adam’s Apple so far down his/her throat that it gave it him/her a third testicle. I screwed you out of your Cartel title and watched with pleasure as you were beat down again and again. Your blood has to be boiling Evermore. You’ve got to be enraged! So go ahead, do it! Swing! To hell with your job! GIVE IN!
Every inch of Evermore is shaking as sweat now forms on his brow, so very eager to smash in Desolation’s face with the chair. He swallows with difficulty and his eyes are lit with fury yet he keeps reminding himself that he’ll lose his job, that he’ll lose everything should he swing the chair for Desolation’s cranium. Despite all of the repercussions, inflicting pain on Desolation has a strong allure.
Fans: HIT HIM, HIT HIM, HIT HIM, HIT HIM!
Axl looks ready to strike Desolation finally, which causes the Dark Man to grin from ear to ear, eagerly anticipating his lose of control. Suddenly the chair drops to the canvas, a highly emotional Evermore stepping back as he tries to soothe himself via deep breathes. Desolation lowers his head slowly and begins to shake it, as if deeply, deeply distraught. Domino appears almost happy on the outside of the ring, realizing that Evermore made the right choice. The Fully Loaded member doesn’t remove his eyes from Desolation as he approaches the down Max, taking him by the arm and placing it over his shoulders. He helps Craven up to his feet and begins to assist him in the direction of the ropes. All the while Desolation remains on his knee, shaking his head in a truly despairing state, saddened that Evermore didn’t use the chair. As Axl helps Craven through the ropes and the two drop to the outside mats Desolation approaches the opposite cables, insisting he be handed a microphone. One is bestowed upon him while Domino steps under Max’s other arm, she and Evermore assisting his battered body to the back.
Desolation: Again you disappoint me Axl.
A cold chill goes down Evermore’s spine as he looks over his shoulder at Desolation, who is still trying to entice him to strike.
Desolation: You had me in the perfect position to exact your revenge, yet you’re too cowardly to seize the opportunity once again. And you wonder why I won’t waste my time by facing you in a one on one match? I think you just demonstrated once more that squashing you, much like I just did to Craven , wouldn’t even offer me the most minuscule of entertainment. But I know what will….
His cheeks twitch with the prospect of a smile, Evermore’s eyes locking on him sternly.
Desolation: I had an idea so brilliant earlier tonight that it’s a wonder my head didn’t implode and send colorful confetti made of shredded pages from H.P Lovecraft novels flying in all different directions. It was an idea I shared with one Krissie McMorris just a few short moments ago, and of course this brilliant notion of mine revolves around a match for next week. It’s a match that’s designed to alleviate some of my more animalistic tendencies. For on the next Riot! it shall be Desolation on one side of the ring, and the gender bender itself on the other. It’s going to be Desolation versus Domino on the very next Riot!
The crowd reacts with shock, nay disgust as Desolation’s malicious eyes focus on both Evermore and Domino who are both shaking their heads. Domino is shaking and glancing fearfully at Evermore, who grows all the more intense. Desolation can see the fury in his eyes as he raises the mic to his lips.
Desolation: I know what you’re thinking; Domino isn’t a contracted wrestler in the IWC? Well, there are always easily exploitable loopholes when you’re in a position of absolute power. Domino will be given a one time opportunity to compete in this ring, and if she doesn’t face me, then your contract will be ripped to shreds Evermore, just like Max’s body. And to think, you could have avoided this all, if you had simply given into your inner darkness and obliterated me with that chair. Now you’ll have to sit and watch as I mutilate Domino more than her numerous plastic surgeons.
The mic is dropped to the canvas as Desolation backs up wearing a grin of twisted delight. His eyes meet with the remorseful yet enraged gaze of Evermore before briefly transitioning to the fear inhabiting Domino’s expression.
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