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 Jackson Adams smiling pompously into the camera before shifting to a bloodied grinning 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 to Commander V lifting his Nintendo gloved fist above his head. 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. Denile Partis and Riggs stand mono a mono 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!
To the significant joy of the fans IWC commences with yet another telecast of Riot!, symbolizing as such with a loud eruption of fireworks. They shoot from the stage, the titontron, the turnbuckles, and the rafters, sending bright pyro showering down almost directly upon the screaming fans, possibly opening the IWC up to numerous lawsuits, on top of the many sexual harassment claims they’ve already been hit with.
Dan Douglas: Another edition of IWC Riot! is now here, and we’re just three shows away from the biggest payper-view of the year, Paranoia V!
The camera continues to observe the numerous fans, who are quite overjoyed with the impending spectacle. 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.
Douglas: And we’re kicking things off tonight almost immediately, with the mysterious Riggs set for in ring action.
Billy Mayne: Is anyone going to let me get a word in edgewise?
Dan: We’re trying hard not to.
RIGGS VS. AURORA ROSE
Riggs slips through the ropes and apathetic plunks his seat in the corner, leaning back first against the turnbuckle while his eyes shoot towards the entry way.
Douglas: This is a gentlemen who certainly has a lot of explaining to do after last week’s Riot! when he shoved Psycho from the top rope through a table and cost him the Cartel Championship.
Mayne: Riggs doesn’t have to explain anything to anyone, his motives are all his own.
Dan: Why must you constantly disagree with me?
Billy: It amuses me, and besides Riggs’ madness would be far to hard for us to decipher. Just accept it, he screwed over Psycho, move on.
Douglas: I refuse to accept it when there is absolutely no rationale for such an assault. But one way or another we’ll get an explanation, because I have it on good authority that immediately following this match Susie Moore is going to try and get a word with Riggs.
Riggs continues to glare towards the entry way when “Coming Undone” By Korn blares throughout the building, coinciding with a mixed response from the speculative crowd. It’s obvious by the reaction from the fans that they aren’t so quick to forgive the damsel strolling through the curtains, the seductive Aurora Rose. Her expression is that of mostly despair and confusion as she overlooks the fans and then lowers her head, moving towards the ring. Despite their reaction Aurora jumps onto the apron and climbs onto the second rope, thrusting her arms above her heads into a classic rock gesture.
Billy: And here comes our usual equal opportunity employment charity case.
Douglas: Would you please stop jumping all over Aurora’s case simply because she left Pat Evans?
Mayne: Um, noooo…
Dan: This woman is a phenomenal athlete, and I’m glad to see her stepping out onto her own and getting away from the manipulator that is Evans.
Billy: It was by far the stupidest move she’s made since associating with those vampire guys. Has Aurora actually ever made a wise decision?
The entire arena is reciting their rage as it relates to Riggs and Aurora, who they’ve yet to forgive for her previous misdeeds, no matter how far she distances herself from Evans. The demonic eyes of the shadowy Riggs rest on Aurora’s face as she slowly steps out of the corner and insists that his bout be begun. As the bell rings Riggs steps out of the corner with a twisted head, observing Rose from head to toe. He then bends down graciously in a true gentlemanly manner then spins around, trying to connect with a spinning kick right to Aurora’s ribs. She catches him around the ankle though, and shakes her head with an actual grin forming on her face.
Douglas: Riggs trying to sucker Aurora with a showing of sportsmanship.
Mayne: Aurora is an every day sucker so I’m surprised she didn’t fall for it.
Aurora pushes the foot down then steps forward with at kick of her own aimed right at Riggs’ ribs. However, he catches hold of her foot now and grins maliciously as he shoves it down to the canvas. As soon as her foot hits the ring, Aurora twists her body into a head stand, pushing herself up with one palm and striking Riggs to the side of her head with a hard kick. The shot staggers Riggs while the vicious vixen stands in front of her then jumps into the air, wedging her feet to her opponent’s ribs before dropping back into a monkey flip. Riggs twists through the air and actually lands on his feet to the shock of all those in the Manhattan Center before he goes rushing forward into the cables. He bounces off and comes back in at Aurora who stands and leapfrogs her inbound opponent. She lands on her feet behind him but Riggs quickly spins around, wrapping his arms about her waist in a reverse bearhug.
Aurora quickly performs a standing switch though, getting behind her opposition and then clamping her arms about his waist. Riggs quickly drops down onto his seat and falls to his back, reaching up with his legs as he tucks them under her armpits. Rose is pulled down into a forward roll with Riggs seated on her sternum, gripping the back of her legs.
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Rose kicks out, Riggs rolling in reverse onto his feet then rushing at her only to have Aurora nip up to a standing base. As soon as she lands she flips over backwards into the pele kick. Her boot collides violently with Riggs’ skull, sending him tumbling to the ring.
Douglas: What a nice move by Aurora, connecting perfectly with that pele kick.
Mayne: It was nice, but only deserving of a minor applause if any.
Dan: Are you impressed by anything?
Billy: If it doesn’t involve nudity, then no.
The ever so mysterious Riggs rolls across the ring to his knees while Aurora steps to his side and places her arms around his neck. She is establishing position for the Sinful Desires (Stratusfaction). She begins to rush forward only to have Riggs shove her off and send her charging into the cables. She grabs the top rope and jumps over it, twisting as she lands on the apron feet first. With Riggs still disorientated before her, Aurora springs to the top cable and now takes flight, soaring through the air right into the flying forearm strike. It connects perfectly to Riggs’ face, sending him plummeting to the ring spine first yet with a smile on his face.
Douglas: Aurora again coming into this match a little more vicious. She dominated Johnny Kingdom early on last week as well.
Mayne: But it didn’t pan out very nicely for her now did it? Just like John Travolta’s repeated attempts to make a comeback.
The fans have a mixed reaction while Aurora flops onto her back and then nips up to her feet amongst screams of joy from the sold out crowd. She turns in the direction of Riggs who is willing himself up to his feet and again takes him around the neck. She points to the ropes a second time, insisting that she will hit her finishing move on this encounter. She begins to rush forward when Riggs digs his shoulder into her spine and lifts her into the air, twisting her so that she comes down spine first across his knee with the back breaker. The fans respond with shock as Aurora bounces off of the knee violently then flips over backwards, landing in a crawling base. She pushes herself up to a kneeling base when Riggs spins around, rushing forward right into the shining wizard. His shin connects viciously against Aurora’s face, sending her crashing onto her back as Riggs now turns and dives into the cover.
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Aurora shoots her shoulder from the canvas, kicking out of the move to some screams of joy from the fans. Riggs derives little appreciation from her kick out, forcing him to stand then deliver a quick leg drop across Aurora’s throat.
Douglas: Riggs taking control of this encounter with that back breaker followed by the shining wizard!
Mayne: I told you, Aurora got herself burnt out too quickly.
The grimacing Riggs rushes into the ropes at the side of Rose and comes charging back in. He lunges into the air, catching tremendous height then extending his leg as he drops it again across Aurora’s throat. Her body begins to convulse as a result of this while Riggs takes her by the hair and rolls her to her knees. Riggs hooks both of her arms, setting up for a modification of the Crimson Glory, without the use of a chair on this occasion. He lifts her into the air for the Double Arm Implant DDT when Aurora throws a knee upward right into Riggs’ ribs, causing him to double over in pain. Aurora lands on her feet in front of him then goes into a headstand, wrapping her legs around Riggs’ neck. She is setting up for the head scissors when Riggs reaches out and wraps his arms around her waist, lifting her up into the air onto his shoulders then dropping back. Aurora lands throat first against the top rope, bouncing off the cable and then staggering backwards. She is spun around and lifted into the air, being nailed with the brainbuster. Aurora’s skull smashes against the ring violently before she sits up, looking incredibly dazed. Riggs now takes her by the shoulder and drags her down into a pinning predicament.
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Again Aurora kicks out, maintaining her opportunity to win this bout.
Mayne: Aurora sure is persistent isn’t she?
Douglas: Well, she actually wants to win, you know?
Billy: If she desires victory the last thing she should be doing is competing in a wrestling ring. She should be in a pie eating competition or something.
The brain scattered Rose rolls to her knees, desperately trying to get up while Riggs slaps his shin, symbolizing his shining wizard is coming. He rushes in and jumps into the air for the move when Aurora ducks his inbound leg, causing him to land on his feet behind her. Aurora stands and catches his arms, dragging Riggs down into a back slide pin.
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Riggs kicks out, dropping over onto his knees while Aurora stands up in front of him, delivering forearm strikes to the side of his head repeatedly. The blows cause Riggs to get to his feet, flailing his arms as he attempts to stay upright. With quickness she kicks him to the gut, doubling him over before her then placing him in a front chancery. She is setting up for the DDT only for Riggs to grab her by the wrist placed under his chin then spin around in a full circle. He turns to face Aurora and drags her forward into a hard running STO. The back of Aurora crashes violently into the ring while Riggs rolls away from her, trying to gather himself after those shots to the head.
Douglas: Another counter by Riggs.
Mayne: This guy is full of talent.
Douglas: He’s full of something, and I don’t think I’d call it talent.
A battered Riggs rises to his feet and takes hold of Rose’s ankle, pulling up on it and sending her rolling in reverse. She ends up on her feet as Riggs hoists her into the air onto his shoulder for the Hopscotch when she surprisingly slides off of it and lands on her feet behind him. She jumps into the air, extending her legs and placing them under Riggs’ armpits before falling to the canvas in reverse. She now rolls Riggs backwards onto his shoulders while she sits on the back of his thighs for the pinfall.
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Riggs kicks out, sending Aurora charging forward into the cables. Again she jumps over them and lands feet first on the apron, taking hold of the top rope in the process. A very intense expression resides on her face before she springs to the top rope and takes flight. Riggs stands and turns though, catching Rose on top of his shoulder then dropping her with the Hopscotch to the shock of everyone in the arena.
Douglas: WHAT A COUNTER!
Mayne: The Hopscotch!
Aurora is laid out across the canvas in a completely unconscious condition as Riggs quickly crawls into the cover, hooking both of her legs.
Douglas: Is this how it’s going to end?
The referee’s hand slaps the canvas repeatedly.
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All those packed in the Manhattan Center scream with disbelief over what has just transpired, Riggs picking up a surprising victory.
Douglas: Riggs victorious here tonight after a surprise counter that caught Aurora completely off guard.
Mayne: And yet a bigger threat lies ahead when he encounters Psycho here tonight after what he did on the last Riot!
The painted apparition rolls out of the ring and drops to the outside mats, allowing his hair to hang in front of his shadowy face. Aurora sits up in the ring, realizing she was defeated and looking to slowly snap, her eyes opening widely with no emotion within them. As Riggs moves up the ramp Susie Moore now emerges through the curtains with a microphone gripped in hand and smile on her face. Several of the male fans cheer at the sight of her.
Douglas: Susie Moore on her way out here ladies and gentlemen, to get an explanation out of Riggs finally.
Mayne: Krypto the Super-dog would have a better chance of getting answers from Riggs.
With his head slightly lowered Riggs moves up the ramp, the ditzy yet delighted Susie stopping in front of him, holding a palm to his sternum to keep him from moving to the back. His angered eyes shoot towards her palm, filling with scrutiny.
Susie: IWC fans and those who randomly just tuned in because you saw my hooters, I’m standing out here right now to talk with the conundrum that is Riggs. And yes, I spent several hours looking that descriptive word up.
Riggs closes his eyes and shakes his head as Susie steps a little closer to him.
Moore: Riggs, the fans want to know, I want to know, the whole world with the exception of North Korea wants to know, why did you attack Psycho last week?
The mic is thrust out in front of Riggs’ face as he examines it closely with his eyes. His observation continues for several moments before he shoots a chilling glare towards Sallie then turns, marching towards the curtains. His back faces Susie who is shocked that she was snubbed. The crowd is booing over the fact that no explanation was offered.
Mayne: Told ya so.
Douglas: Damn, Riggs walking away without so much as saying a word. Why must be insist on remaining so secretive?
Billy: Because mystery is cool, and sexy, it’s what sells.
Susie continues to blink her eyes awkwardly as she watches the mysterious force storm through the curtains to the back. Inside of the ring Aurora’s face is buried against the canvas with her hands placed over the back of her head.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
COMING SOON TO DVD
LIFE LESSONS
A game of checkers seems to be in progress, as the camera would insinuate via opening upon the many red and black pieces that are gathered across a squared board. However, there appears to be many more black checkers than red, which creates much annoyance for World Heavyweight Champion Hurse. The fans react with despair at the mere sight of him, especially as he proudly boasts the most sought after title over his shoulder. Nervously he rubs at the back of his head and examines the board placed on a table before him, nervously extending his hand towards one of his few red checkers then pulling it back quickly. He tentatively decides on a course of action, reaching out for a checker then looking across the board at the opposing player, quickly withdrawing his hand from the field of play as a result.
Robin Brooks: Would you just make a move already!?!
Although she’s been standing behind Hurse’s back the entire time, hands reassuringly placed on his shoulders, the Black Widow grows quit annoyed with his hesitation. She goes as far as to painfully flick him in the back of the head before he glances over his shoulder in anger.
Hurse: You know this isn’t as easy as it friggin looks, I tell you, she’s cheating.
The camera pulls out to reveal his opposition as none other than Becca Cruze, seated on a stack of phone books and swinging her legs with delight as she overlooks the board before her. Robin blows a stray strand of hair from her face as she leans her chin against her palm and buries her elbow annoyingly into Hurse’s shoulder. He again cautiously reaches out and grins with delight as he finally makes a move, quickly looking at the smiling Becca.
Becca: Sure Papa Steve?
Hurse leans back with a smug expression on his face, reaching up and rubbing the cheek of his villainous vixen. Becca now shrugs her shoulders and grabs one of her black checkers, jumping the Champion’s moved piece, then another, and then a third. She eliminates them all in one fatal swoop then grins brightly in the direction of the Champion, her face lighting up.
Becca: I win.
Hurse: CHEATER! YOU GOD DAMN CHEATER!
In anger Hurse leans forward and swipes all of her checker pieces from the board, causing Becca to recoil in fear.
Hurse: You’re just like that son of a bitch whose warped penis you sprung from. ARRGGGHH!
All Robin can do is roll her eyes as she observes the Champion knock the board over and stand up almost threateningly towards Becca, who doesn’t know what to think. The door to the VIP dressing room swings open at this point, changing focus to the entering Sallie, who surveys all this scene with an eye of scrutiny while sliding a cellphone into her pocket.
Sallie: What’s with all the commotion?
Hurse puts on a sweet expression and scoops a shivering Becca up into his arms, she instinctively wraps her arms around his neck.
Robin: Steven was just instructing your daughter on the finer points of sportsmanship.
Hurse: Yeah, YEAH! That’s exactly what I was doing. Don’t want that filthy Orlando blood in her DNA to start corrupting her you know?
Sallie thinks about it for a moment then grins, buying their shameful excuse.
Hurse: So did you get your business taken care of?
Almost begrudgingly she nods her head.
Robin: Honestly Sallie, I don’t see why you’d try to placate Orlando like this. With you being someone of such esteem and respect, he should have to take your word for it.
Sallie runs her hand through her hair and smiles over the somewhat condescending remarks made by the Black Widow.
Sallie: Well, sweety, at least this way Orlando will have no outs. He wants his doctors to perform a paternity test then they can, we’ve got nothing to hide, do we Becca?
With a slight snivel, still affected by Hurse’s outburst, Becca shakes her head no.
Hurse: Of course you don’t. Orlando is the only one keeping secrets around here, and I’ll ensure that his past mistakes come back to haunt him at Paranoia V.
Sallie’s face contorts briefly, wondering what Hurse meant by “mistakes.”
Sallie: Well as long as he’s forced to face up to his past that’s all that matters to me. That and his constant suffrage.
Robin: Suffrage that Steven will no doubt continue to inflict on Orlando tonight.
Hurse smiles from ear to ear at the thought of this while Sallie briefly looks uncertain.
Hurse: Yes, after Robin and I deal with that New York trash, Axl Evermore and Max Craven, I think it’s time that we teach Becca a really important lesson.
Sallie: Oh?
Hurse: It’s my fatherly duty to teach Becca the lessons that Orlando has failed to. To think she’s gone this long without a strict father figure being there to instruct and guide her is just sad, but leave it to Orlando to welch on his responsibilities, to go on living some blissfully ignorant life while his poor little pretty daughter has suffered for so long….
Hurse takes Becca under the jaw and raises her face so that he can see her into eyes.
Hurse: But as the dominant male role model in her life it’s time for me to teach her the first all important lesson, that there are consequences for your actions. I want her to see first hand what happens to those who abandon responsibility because their too busy living the high life. I want you, Sallie, to make sure she’s there to watch what Robin and I do to Orlando Cruze, tonight.
It’s quite clear that Sallie has no problem with this, smiling and nodding her head in agreement.
Robin: Your such a better father than that negligent Orlando could ever be.
She pats him softly on the head, like he were a spoiled puppy.
Hurse: That’s right, because unlike Cruze, I’m a real man, I don’t run away when the going gets tough. Now here Becca, go to mommy, you don’t smell very good right now.
Hurse thrusts Becca out to Sallie, who graciously takes hold of her daughter, Robin continuing to reassuringly rub at the World Champion’s shoulders.
RYAN MILLS VS. SILENCER
The guitar riff can be heard through the arena. As the guitar blares throughout, smoke begins to come across 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. However, his expression at this point is quite the contrary, appearing truly enraged as he moves onto the ramp. 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 still displaying the signs of Silencer’s beatdown from last week. 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 then slips through the ropes into the squared circle, turning into a spin. He bends forward with his fists placed to his knees and his ravenous eyes locked on the entry way. Fury permeates every inch of his frame at the thought of getting his hands on Silencer here in just a few moments.
Douglas: Ryan Mills out for revenge tonight. After what happened to him at the hands of Silencer last week it’s quite clear he’s bent on vengeance.
Mayne: I’m shocked he’s even here after the brutality that Silencer inflicted on him. He should be at home recuperating right now or something. Watching some old episodes of my Two Dads or what not.
Dan: You have that whole show don’t you?
Billy: On laserdisc.
Ryan continues to step back and forth in the ring, anxious for an encounter here tonight, eager to get physical with the man who assaulted him last week.
“GO AHEAD….. SILENCE ME ….”
Those packed in the Manhattan Center show only disgust and disdain as a result of these words playing throughout the building’s PA system. Ryan gets a little more rabid, almost frothing at the mouth as he stands in the center of the ring, motioning repeatedly for Silencer to bring it.
Douglas: Silencer is on his way out here, and let’s hope that just for once we get a straight up match out this guy.
Mayne: I don’t see why we should be granted such an honor, unless that match is against Johnny Kingdom. I tell you that we don’t deserve to see…
Dan: Hold that thought BILLY!
Mills is suddenly superkicked to the back of the head by Silencer, the fans responding with disgust at the sight of the former World Champion sneaking into the ring behind his opponent. The shot knocks Mills forward, sending him landing chest first against the middle cable while Silencer now turns in a circle, overlooking the fans with rabid eyes.
Douglas: Dammit, I knew we were expecting too much out of Silencer when we asked for just one straight up match.
Mayne: I didn’t ask for anything, and I find this to be more brilliant than my commentary. Actually, I shouldn’t go that far. Blows away any of your comments though.
Mills continues to lean against the middle rope for support, agonizing as he reaches for the back of his cranium in pain from that unexpected superkick. Silencer now steps up behind him and methodically blasts him over the back with a clubbing blow, followed by another shot and another. Mills is finally left leaning with his throat and chest against the middle cable, his arms dangling over it to the outside of the ring. Silencer now rushes forward, jumping into the air and back flipping off of Mills’ upper back right over onto his feet. This move pressed Mills’ throat with even more force against the cable before Silencer rushes forward, stepping between his opponent’s shoulder blade and using it as a perch to jump into the air. He flies over the top rope and twists, coming down and grabbing the back of Mills’ head, pulling him throat first with force against the middle cable.
Billy: How impressive.
Douglas: I might be impressed as well with Silencer’s athleticism if it weren’t for the fact that he’s such a twisted asshole.
Mayne: But that’s what makes him so loveable.
Mils rolls to the center of the ring, now clutching at his throat while Silencer stands up on the apron then takes hold of the top rope. He lays in wait with a twisted grin on his face before springing to the top rope and taking flight. He soars through the air when Mills stands and unexpectedly nails him with a fist right to the ribs. Silencer lands on his feet, doubled over forward from the jab while Ryan gets up and lunges into the air, twisting into a kick right to the back of the former World Champion’s cranium. The crowd is going absolutely nuts as Silencer is sent staggering forward into corner, falling against it for support.
Mayne: How did this happen?
Douglas: Mills actually firing back against Silencer!
Billy: I didn’t think he was capable of that after the beating that Silencer laid on him.
A traumatized Mills stands up with his hand still gripping the back of his head before he unleashes a primal roar and charges forward at the prone Silencer. He jumps into the air and delivers a twisting back elbow right to Silencer’s sternum, the shot causing the former Champion to stagger forward out of the corner. He is bent forward and slowly turning towards Ryan who now rushes out of the corner all fired up and motivated only to be caught across the sternum. Silencer flips over backwards into the Break the Silence (180 Degree Twisting Downward Spiral). Mills’ face crashes with force before he flips over onto his back, Silencer turning and crawling gingerly into the cover. He hooks Ryan’s leg and leans back apathetically.
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The Manhattan Center crowd boos rather vindictively as Silencer sits up, yawning as he obtains yet another victory.
Mayne: And just like that Silencer wins again.
Douglas: Just terrific. I don’t think there’s anything worse than a Silencer victory. It’s probably worse than hemorrhoids.
After emerging victorious from this encounter the vicious Silencer rolls across the ring and onto the apron. He slowly makes his way down the steps and moves in the direction of Kaily Wolf, demanding the use of her microphone. She timidly hands it over while the former World Champion spins back towards the ring, moving towards it with smoldering eyes inlaid in his intense face.
Douglas: Great, just terrific, Silencer is going to hit us all with yet another rant. Does this son of a bitch ever stop talking?
Mayne: Why should he? It isn’t like anybody else has anything better to say.
The angered, vengeful Silencer enters the ring and steps over the badly battered torso of Mills, the microphone shaking slightly in his hand. Finally it lifts to his grimacing lips, words spouting forth between them only to learn that no sound is reverberating throughout the arena. The mic is pulled away from Silencer’s lips as he glares at it in outrage. The fans begin to cheer, laughing somewhat in fact as they come to understand that the mic has been cut, leaving Silencer incapable of saying what he desires.
Dan: Thank God, someone has cut the microphone.
Mayne: What!?! That’s not fair. Johnny Kingdom gets to come out and run his mouth, but why not Silencer?
Douglas: Well, Johnny hasn’t made it his goal to ruin the IWC like Silencer has. He’s getting exactly what he deserves here tonight.
Silencer continues to glare at the microphone spitefully while a group of security guards now emerge from the backstage area. A contingent of five guards stand shoulder to shoulder, marching upon the controversial competitor in the ring who drops the microphone. He tilts his head and crosses his arms over his sternum, knowing full well what is happening here as security surrounds the ring, demanding he vacate it.
Mayne: Booooo! Silencer being forcefully removed from the ring yet again.
Douglas: This time before he could do anything truly maniacal. Instead of waiting for him to do something else tonight, security is going to remove him from the arena for a third straight week.
Billy: This has got to be a new record, but if anyone thinks this is going to keep Silencer away from Kingdom forever, then they’re clinically retarded.
Dan: I wouldn’t go that far.
Surprisingly, yet again Silencer plays along, shrugging his shoulders and moving towards the ropes. He slips through the cables and drops to the mats with security quickly surrounding him, and leading him towards the back. The fans are booing at Silencer as he strolls carelessly towards the back with a grin on his face. The serious guards stand on all his sides, ensuring there is no possibility of escape as he’s led to the backstage area.
Douglas: Good riddance.
BETTER JUDGMENT
Christian Savior stands in his lockeroom overlooking a rather expensive suit which is still loaded upon a hanger. Behind his back is an ensemble of various outfits, all hanging from his locker and pouring over into several other lockers as well, taking up more than just his allotted space. As he overlooks a black tux he sighs and shakes his head then holds it up to both title belts that are draped over his shoulders, trying to decide rather they clash or not.
Savior: Hmm, this one will go into the maybe pile. I’ve got to look fabulous for tonight’s debuting Twilight Zone.
He turns, hanging the suit back up when a palm slaps down on his upper back. This causes him to lunge forward, turning with fists raised in the direction of the fanged force that is Faust. Those packed into the Manhattan Center erupt into a loud ovation at the sight of the former Cartel Champion, who stands just a few inches removed from his brother.
Faust: Expecting someone else?
Savior’s fists lower but remain clinched, well aware of his brother’s tendency to switch moods.
Faust: A certain Jon Rich perhaps?
The mere mention of the man he robbed of the N.H.B Championship sends Savior into a fit of maniacal chuckles.
Savior: Oh please. Do you think he’d have the gall to come looking for me after the condition I left him in last week?
With a smile Faust reveals his intimidating fangs.
Faust: I think it’s a pretty safe assumption that he’s going to be out for blood tonight.
Savior: Well then, you and he would have something in common then wouldn’t you? But if you’ll excuse me I have a talk show and some clusterfuckish foray to prepare for.
He begins to step around Faust with his titles shimmering brightly before Faust catches him by engulfing his chest with his palm.
Faust: Hold on there Christian, where’s the fire? You and I need to have ourselves a talk.
Christian: Do we now? Well, submit your concerns in writing and maybe I’ll look over them later when my hectic schedule permits.
Faust: Okay then, I’ll make this quick. I just wanted to tell you that, frankly, I’m sick and tired of you ruining our family’s good name.
The smile on Christian’s face increases in width.
Savior: As if I give two shits about our family’s legacy.
He begins to walk away when Faust grabs hold of his arm forcefully, turning him so that they glare into each other’s distrusting eyes.
Faust: Well I do! And if you continue to drag our name through the mud, then I’ll do something about it.
Christian forces his arm free.
Faust: What you did last week was by far the scummiest sight I’ve ever witnessed.
Christian: Thanks!
Faust: Don’t try to be cute Christian. If you had an iota of respect for yourself, for this family, or for this company, you would have won that N.H.B title straight up….
Savior: Oh please, we all saw how doing things straight up panned out for you last week.
Faust’s features tense up.
Christian: Face it, your just jealous you didn’t do the same thing with your Ultimate Incentive deal. Instead you had to go out there and actually put time and effort into a title match instead of being smart like me, instead of being an opportunist and waiting till the precise moment that would ensure the least amount of work with the greatest reward.
As laughter emits from Savior, his brother reaches out, snatching him by the throat. A truly threatening rage inhabits Faust’s eyes while Christian cringes.
Faust: Maybe you’re right Christian, but unlike you, I have honor, I have dignity. When I win a title, I don’t want my accomplishments to be remembered for the controversy that surrounds them, but for the world I put in, which makes the pay off all the more sweeter.
Faust lets go of Christian’s throat, who again smiles maniacally.
Faust: But you’re going to reap the repercussions of your actions Savior. You may bask in the glory of your title theft now, but when Jon Rich makes you suffer for your opportunism, I won’t be there to save your ass like I have in the past. When he leaves you bloodied from head to toe, I won’t be around to lick your wounds. Have fun with your talk show tonight, but make sure you have eyes in the back of your head. That is of course if Jon doesn’t get to you before your little “clusterfucksih foray” as you referred to it.
This last threatening comment is made as Faust moves around Savior, eyeing his brother closely as he departs. Christian watches him walk off with deeply rooted disgust, rubbing at his Adams’ apple throughout the process.
Christian: Yeah, we’ll see where your sanctimonious act gets you tonight, bro.
A smile extends from one end of his face to the other.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
We do not condone self mutilation, unless it’s funny. This has been a public service announcement.
NOT PLAYING ALONG
To the shock of many the camera opens to find numerous security guards scattered across the floor in the backstage area, seemingly right behind the curtains. Several of them are bloodied and wear tattered shirts as they lie groaning in anguish on the cold concrete. As one guard turns, with a large welt formed over his eye and his arms crossed over his possibly battered ribs, it becomes clear that these are the same security force that were designated to lead Silencer out of the building tonight.
Mayne: What in the world? Did Spider-Man attack our security force backstage?
Douglas: Oh no, those were the guys who were taking Silencer out of the building. Does this mean Silencer is still here tonight?
Billy: Oh, so it wasn’t Spider-Man? Shit, there goes my one chance to get an autograph.
The guards continue to agonize, painfully tossing and turning on the ground as the camera returns to the ring, which is prepared for more action.
NATHAN CREED VS. CHRISTIAN SAVIOR VS. JON RICH VS. JACKSON ADAMS
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The crowd starts booing as the countdown continues, as it signifies the arrival of a certain superstar.
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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 over one shoulder, while the other is covered by his newly won N.H.B belt. 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
Slowly, Savior makes his way down the ring, ignoring what words are being shouted by the audience. He lifts both belts briefly into the air while continuing forward.
Rushing back to me
Memories they haunt
As the city sleeps
So afraid of what I will find
From deep inside
Sliding into the ring, Savior looks around for a few moments before getting to his feet, clear egotism shining through his eyes.
Every broken man
I'm coming home
Comes to understand
that he'll never find paradise
When all that he wants
Was there all the time
I'm coming home
Suddenly, Savior separates his arms as the cry of the phoenix is heard.
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
Savior now stands in the ring with both title belts draped over his shoulders, the X-Class and N.H.B Championships sparkling as they remain draped over him. He lifts the N.H.B belt in the air and plants a kiss on it with a diabolical grin forming on his face.
Douglas: Despite what we just saw backstage, which clearly indicates that Silencer is still in the building this evening, we’ve got to continue with the in ring action as this repulsive Christian Savior makes his way to the ring for a four way encounter.
Mayne: Now I can not only call him the greatest champion in all of the IWC, but I can call him the greatest double champion in all of the IWC.
Douglas: Your pompous ass kissing never ceases to astound me. It’s not like I can even look at Savior as a legitimate champion given the way he won that N.H.B title.
Billy: Don’t you downplay the single most awesome moment in all of IWC history. Hell, when Savior took that belt from Rich, it was like God’s hand reached own from the heavens and blessed us with the greatness that is another Christian title reign.
Dan: More like God’s vomit.
Mayne: Careful how you talk about our ratings grabber, who later tonight will continue to boost the ratings when he premiers the Twilight Zone.
Both championships continue to be held high in the air while Savior grins egotistically. His grin falters however when “Unbreakable” by Bon Jovi hits the PA system, sending everyone out of their seats into a wave of excitement. Christian’s eyes turn anxiously towards the entry way as Jon Rich storms through the curtains, one of several competitors slated to due war in this loaded four way. He stops on the stage, his eyes furiously locked on Savior, who confidently smirks and raises the N.H.B title above his head, motioning towards the gold. Shockingly Jon smirks before bolting towards the ring at full speed.
Douglas: Rich is going right after SAVIOR!
Mayne: Doesn’t anyone wait for the bell to ring around here?
Savior’s confidence wavers as he lowers the belt he was egotistically showing off. Now Rich slips under the ropes and charges at him, Christian releasing the X-Class title and swinging the N.H.B belt right at the face of it’s former owner. Rich ducks it and as Savior turns towards him he’s nailed with a step up enzugari to the back of the head. The crowd goes nuts as Savior stumbles forward into the ropes, spilling through them to the outside of the ring.
Douglas: Jon Rich with a big enzugari to the back of Savior’s noggin. He is feeding off of what happened to him last week as he obviously prepares to rip Christian limb from limb.
Mayne: That wouldn’t be very cordial.
Dan: Huh?
A shocked Savior rolls across the mats to his knees, gripping at the back of his head while Rich quickly steps through the ropes, keeping after him. Christian, who is trying to recover, takes off with Jon in hot pursuit, chasing after the man who stole his championship. With a wild eyed look in his eye Rich follows him right around to the end of the ramp when he is suddenly blindsided by Jackson Adams. The crowd starts to react with vicious, slanderous remarks as Rich tumbles to the canvas and Jackson stands over him appearing very intense.
Mayne: HAHA, look, it’s Jackson Adams, our savior!
Douglas: Adams getting the drop on Jon Rich, and you better believe that these two are no strangers to one another.
Billy: It’s that son of a bitch Rich who put Adams on the shelf. I hope he permanently injuries Jon tonight, like he did to Adams.
An intense looking Adams forces Rich up to his feet and takes him by the back of the head, bouncing his skull off of the apron. Inside of the ring Savior is standing with both his belts in his hands again, having retrieved his X-Class title and barking out orders to Adams, acting like he’s calling the shots here. Jackson doesn’t listen as he spins Rich around and begins to blast him repeatedly to the face with closed right hands, taking full advantage of the fact that this match hasn’t started yet.
"Pain, Without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all"
The crowd is going absolutely nuts as Nathan Creed now rushes through the curtains and storms towards the ring, making a B-line for Jackson Adams.
Douglas: Now here comes the fourth competitor in this four corner survival, Nathan Creed!
Mayne: I don’t like the way he’s looking at Adams!
Dan: Jackson is in some serious trouble here in his first official match back. He laid Creed out with a baseball bat attack last week, and now he’s about to suffer.
Adams turns to face the inbound Creed and steps towards his long time nemesis only to be blasted across the chest with a sternum crushing knife edge chop. Jackson now tumbles onto the outside mats with force back first, reaching for his chest as he rolls to his knees. As soon as he stands up Creed waffles him with yet another chop that sends the returning Adams tumbling to the mats.
Mayne: Leave Adams alone, Nathan! Or at least choose an original move to try and hurt him with.
Douglas: Creed, much like Rich, is out for some payback tonight after what happened to him last week.
Jackson holds his blood red sternum as he rolls across the mats, trying to recover yet Nathan is lying in wait. Well, at least he was until Savior dives through the ropes and takes him out with a suicide headbunt that causes a mixed reaction to emanate from the crowd. Both Christian and Nathan crash into the mats while Rich slowly pulls himself up onto the apron, grabbing the top rope in the process. Adams finally gets up and drags Nathan over to his knees, forcing him to his feet and chopping him across the chest now. He delivers a straight jab between Creed’s eyes while Savior gets up and blasts Nathan over the upper back with a clubbing blow. All three men have no idea that Rich is jumping to the middle rope and now flipping backwards into the asai moonsault, crashing down on top of them.
Douglas: OHHHH!
Mayne: Nice, Rich already trying to kill himself and everyone at ringside along with him.
The fans are screaming with raw excitement while Rich begins to stand up, gripping at his tender mid-section. He steps towards the now rising Savior and drills him to the jaw with a forearm strike. Christian is rolled into the ring under the ropes, trying his best to stand up while Rich climbs onto the apron, waiting to deliver what should be another aerial dive. Before he can hit anything Jackson reaches out and grabs him by the ankle, trying to drag him down off of the apron. Rich turns and kicks at him, sending Jackson staggering away then springing to the top rope and taking flight. He soars through the air only to have Savior move out of the way at the last second, causing Jon to have to change things up by landing on his feet with all the grace of a feisty feline. As soon as he lands though, Savior rushes up behind him and delivers a classic chop blow to the back of Jon’s knee, sending him tumbling onto his back.
Billy: Absolutely brilliant.
Douglas: The ever opportunistic Savior taking advantage of that brief Jackson Adams created distraction to deliver a Ric Flair like chop to the back of Jon’s knee. Is there nothing this man won’t stoop to?
Savior stands and begins to stomp at the knee of rich repeatedly, who yells out in pain with each blow. It appears that Christian is really enjoying himself before he’s taken around the waist from behind shockingly by Nathan Creed. The Future drops back, delivering a German suplex that gets the crowd to their feet yet again. An angered, almost primal Creed rolls to his knees and drags Savior along with him, beginning to stand up as he prepares for yet another German suplex. Before he can connect he’s blasted over the back with a clubbing blow from Adams, who now steps forward and hooks both of Creed’s arms. He turns him around into position for the unprettier while Savior rolls to the outside of the ring. Unfortunately for Adams, Nathan breaks his head free and now clamps his arms around Jackson’s waist, hoisting him over backwards into another German suplex. Jackson crashes into the canvas across the back of his head then flips over in reverse onto his knees, appearing dazed as he tries to get up.
Nathan lays in wait before he turns and spots the standing Rich who is working the kinks out of his knee. Both men nod to each other and take hands, rushing forward at Adams who stands only to be double clotheslined over the top rope. He is sent flipping over backwards and crashing face first off of the apron to a loud reaction from the crowd.
Mayne: This isn’t fair, they’re acting like this is some kind of a tag team match, and although I’m too lazy to confirm that it isn’t, I’m sure it’s not.
Douglas: Creed and Rich taking out their combined frustrations on Adams by dumping him to the outside of the ring. It sure is nice to see that there isn’t any hostility between Rich and Creed in regards to the tag title situation.
Creed turns and lifts his fist into the air, Jon nodding then knuckling up. As soon as he does this Creed delivers a dropkick to his knee. A roar comes from Rich, who tumbles to all fours while Creed stands up at his side and grabs hold of his ankle. He lifts the leg into the air then pulls Jon down knee first right into the canvas. Jon’s kneecap bashes with force against the ring, again causing him to call out in pain. On the outside of the squared circle both Savior and Adams have reached their feet. Jackson is staggering towards one of the ring posts while the opportunistic Savior bends down behind him, looking for a spear. He charges forward for it when Adams turns and leapfrogs over him at the last second, as a result sending Savior charging face first into the post. But wait, he catches himself before hitting it, now standing and turning towards Adams who rushes at him only to be pushed along face first into the exposed post. Jackson bounces off of the steel then crashes onto his back while in the ring Nathan has already pulled Jon’s leg up into the single Boston Crab, looking for a quick submission.
Douglas: Chaos inside the ring and outside of it here in this loaded four corner survival. But it looks like neither of these men are adhering to the tag format of this match and instead going at it without control.
Mayne: Neither of these men give a hoot about the way this match is structured. They care more about their hair highlights than playing by the rules.
Jon pushes himself up onto his elbows and yells from the pain coursing through his knee. Without warning he turns his body though over onto his back, Nathan spinning to face him in the process then being pulled down into a small package.
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Savior is quickly in, stomping the back of Creed and breaking up the pinfall. He pulls him down out of the small package by his tights then grabs his former rival’s wrist, using it to force him up to his feet. As soon as Nathan stands Christian catches him around the neck for the diamond cutter. Before he can hit it, Nathan pushes him off sending Savior charging right at a standing Rich who back drops him high into the air and over the ropes. Savior turns inside out and slams with force side first against the thin protective matting while Nathan charges forward at Rich. Jon takes him out with a quick running back elbow to the face though. The crowd reacts with cheers as Nathan is laid out across the canvas, Rich jumping over him and rushing into the ropes. He lunges to the middle cable, about to flip over backwards as he winces in pain from the knee. However, Jackson jumps to the apron in front of him, catching him around the back of the head then pulling him down throat first into the top rope. Rich flies backwards, crashing into the ring and lying there motionlessly at this point with the fans responding in shock over what they just witnessed.
Creed spots this and rolls under the ropes, ending up right in front of rising Adams on the apron. As both men get up Jackson charges forward right into a hard boot to the face. The stiff impact echoes throughout the arena while Jackson looks completely dazed, stumbling in reverse yet trying to keep himself up. Now Nathan barrels towards him only to have Jackson step forward and hit a running STO on the apron. A loud groan is heard from the crowd as Nathan’s back slams with force into the apron, thanks to the cunning Adams.
Billy: Oh, ho, ho, ho, you talk about sheer brilliance, I think we just saw it from Adams. He doesn’t look like he’s got any ring rust at all.
Douglas: It certainly wouldn’t appear so after that crafty move he just pulled off on Nathan. There’s almost so much action going on in this contest that I can’t keep up with it all.
The smirking Jackson points to his temple before climbing up onto the apron, having the audacity to now stand on top of Nathan’s ribs. Creed sits up grimacing in pain from Jackson’s weight as the pompous returning star watches Jon fight his way up in the ring. He is bent forward in front of the cables, Jackson jumping off Nathan’s ribs then flipping over the top rope and catching Jon around the waist. He pulls him down into a sunset flip.
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Rich kicks out and rolls over backwards onto his feet, Jackson sitting up to catch him. As soon as he gets onto his posterior Jon delivers a sickening buzzsaw kick right to the side of his face. The fans respond with screams as Jackson falls onto his back, his eyes looking as glazed as crispy cream donuts.
Mayne: Ahh, that makes two shots to the head that Jackson has taken thus far! Someone bring this man out a football helmet.
Douglas: His head has to be in bad shape after that shot, that’s for sure. Of course, who knows what shape it was in to begin with?
Jackson continues to look dazed as he forces himself to his feet, stepping forward right into a hard right hand to the face from Rich. The shot sends him right back down to the canvas, rolling across it then standing up when Rich charges in and levels him again this time with the point of his elbow. Again Adams rises to his feet as Jon turns and charges forward with a combination knife edge chop forearm strike across the chest. Jackson plummets to the ring and convulses while Rich turns to spot Nathan pulling himself up onto his knees on the apron. Rich quickly rushes across the ring and has no qualms as he dives feet first through the ropes into a front dropkick to Nathan’s face. The strike echoes throughout the Manhattan Center and sends Nathan flying off the apron, twisting as he crashes off the announce table.
Mayne: JESUS! This is why I hate these AWOL randomly booked clusterfucks! They put me at unnecessary risk.
Douglas: That’s probably why he books them so frequently.
An incoherent Creed lies on the mats while Rich rises to his feet and shakes his leg, working out the kinks long enough to step up behind the kneeling Adams and kick him hard to the lower back. Jackson scoots forward across his knees into the turnbuckle, falling sternum first against the second rope. Rich now rushes in and takes hold of the top rope, pushing his lower body into the air, then swinging himself knee first into the back of Adams. Jon staggers backwards and again shakes his knee while Jackson roars in pain from the blow to his spine, remaining pressed chest first against the second rope. Jon steps back and now rushes forward again, reaching out and taking the top rope as he kicks his lower body into the air. Unfortunately Savior has re-entered the ring and steps under Rich’s legs, catching them on top of his shoulders. He places his hands to his shins and shoves then up into the air, causing Rich to flip over the top rope and crash back first into the thin protective outside mats. The crowd is screaming as Rich violently hits the mats and now rolls across them reaching for his kidneys.
Mayne: Hahaha, now Rich taking a nasty tumble to the outside mats. It doesn’t feel so good does it Jon?
Douglas: This fast paced action continuing here with as Billy just described, a nasty landing on Jon Rich’s part.
Savior steps back, teeming with egotism as Adams pulls himself up against the turnbuckle in front of him. The maniacal Christian rushes forward, running face first into the boot of Adams. The shot sends Savior staggering in reverse while Jackson pulls himself to the second rope backwards then jumps off into a twisting European Uppercut. It connects right to Savior’s jaw, removing him from his feet while Adams comes down to his knees beside him. The winded Jackson stands up slapping his chest with a big grin on his face. A grin so vile it results in outright negativity from the fans who are certainly not impressed by his antics. He now turns back to face the rising Savior, who has just gotten up by instinct alone when he is chopped with force across the sternum. He staggers backwards while Adams again chops him to the chest then spits into the palm of his hand and rushes into the ropes to get a running start. The confident Adams comes charging back towards Savior who lunges into the air, catching him with a dropkick right to the face. The fans react with shock at the height Savior got and the sheer impact of the dropkick.
Mayne: Another shot to the head of Adams. Won’t people just leave the man alone?
Douglas: He, much like Savior have big targets on their backs tonight. Which makes it all the more ironic that they’re in the ring tearing each other apart right now.
Savior crawls quickly into the cover, hooking Jackson’s leg for the pinfall.
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Adams pushes Savior’s back off of his sternum and kicks out with a few seconds remaining. A somewhat flustered Savior stands up and stomps Jackson to his face, then does it once again before jumping into the air and drilling him to his features with a knee strike. Jackson’s body kicks up into the air as a result of this collision while the double Champion takes him by the hair and rolls him over to his knees, standing him up quickly. He now takes him by the wrist and whips him across the ring into the ropes behind his back. Jackson bounces off of them and comes back in at Savior who turns to meet him with a fist to the face. However, Adams drops into a baseball slide between his legs then jumps to his feet, catching Savior around the neck and pulling him down into a layout reverse DDT. The crowd starts to boo as Jackson now climbs into the cover.
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Savior kicks out, getting his shoulder from the ring in the nick of time. Adams appears just as flustered as Savior was a few seconds ago, rising to his feet with quickness and then taking his opponent by the hair. Christian is dragged to a standing base and then whipped across the ring right into the turnbuckle. The quick Savior turns the tables on Adams though by reversing the whip, instead sending Jackson into the corner. Adams turns and hits the turnbuckle spine first with his arms tumbling over the ropes as Savior steps in and wedges his shoulder against his gut. The frazzled Adams is lifted and seated on the top rope as Christian delivers a hard open hand palm strike to the side of his face. The shot almost sends Jackson tumbling off the turnbuckle as Savior climbs up it in front of him, applying a front chancery. He is now setting up for a top rope suplerplex.
Douglas: Savior has a superplex in store for Adams.
Mayne: No, don’t do it Christian, why won’t you two work together for Pete’s sake?
Dan: Either man is far too diabolical to trust the other.
The crowd is buzzing before Nathan slaps Savior hard over the lower back. The strike causes Christian to yell out in anguish as Creed now steps up the corner behind him and wedges his shoulder to his spine. It’s clear that he’s setting up to back drop suplex Savior from the turnbuckle but Christian is still holding onto Adams with a front chancery for dear life. Suddenly Rich jumps to the apron then lunges over the top rope, adjusting as he springs off the second cable inside of the ring then twists upside down and catching Nathan with a sunset flip powerbomb. This causes Creed to pull Savior off the corner with a back drop and Christian drag Adams along into the superplex. The fans rejoice as all four men hit the canvas, lying there in an exhausted heap of humanity.
Fans: IWC! IWC! IWC!!
Douglas: A Tower of Doom just performed by the four sensational athletes in this frantically passed match up!
Mayne: That move was more intricately set up than any twist in a Dean Koontz novel.
Jackson is turned onto his side with his palm pressed to his back, roaring in pain while Savior arches his spine from the canvas and Creed rolls in circles. All the while Jon sits with his spine pressed to the corner and now takes hold of the middle ropes, pulling on them to flip his body off the canvas up to a seated position on the top of the turnbuckle. The fans begin to cheer, realizing that he is going for something big as he stands up and still winces a little from the pain in his knee. His eyes are locked on all three of his struggling opponents who are trying their best to get up, but more importantly focus right on the staggering, struggling Savior. He flies off the top rope, soaring through the air and connects with a crossbody block on Christian who crashes into the canvas with Jon draped over his sternum. Shockingly though Christian rolls in reverse, pulling Jon over onto the back of his shoulders with Savior on top of him now, hooking his legs for a sneaky pinfall attempt.
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Nathan dives into the fray and drops an elbow across the back of Christian’s head to break up the pinfall. The crowd cheers at the sight of this, realizing that this match is still going as Nathan now begins to force himself upwards. As he stands Jackson does the same, now rushing right at him only to be caught across the shoulder and forced over backwards into a STO back breaker. Adams bounces off of the knee and grits his teeth in anguish as he drops to the canvas sternum first, reaching for his spine all the while. Nathan turns around as Rich gets up and charges in only to be caught with a twilt a whirl into the back breaker to more screams from the crowd. Jon bounces off of the knee, flipping over sideways then spilling to the canvas while Nathan stands up, building some confidence. That’s before he’s spun around by Christian who takes him around the neck, again looking for the diamond cutter. Nathan catches him under the arm though and lifts him into the air, dragging him down into a urange back breaker. The fans are cheering their heads off at the sight of all these back breaker variations just used by Creed.
Billy: Great, thanks to Nathan, all three of his opponents will have to visit a chiropractor now.
Douglas: Indeed, after Nathan just gave them all some form of the lethal back breaker. This guy is such a crafty, cunning IWC veteran.
Mayne: I wouldn’t say that simply because he knows how to drop people on his knees.
Jackson is still yelling out in pain as he rolls over and tries to get up with his hand pressed to his spinal column. The intense Nathan steps towards him when Jackson blatantly flicks him right to the eyeball, causing the crowd to become quite alright. Creed spins away from Jackson into a full circle, his hand pressed to his eye before turning to face Adams who kicks him to the gut and hooks both of his arms. Nathan is hoisted into the air then dragged around into the Angel’s Wings! Creed’s face slams against the canvas he now rolls over onto his back, Jackson beginning to stand up with some confidence forming. He’s still too dazed it seems to realize he could have the pinfall as he turns around to face Savior who rushes in and jumps into the air, catching him with the codebreaker. Adams’ face bounces violently off of Christian’s knees, sending him flying in reverse and crashing into the canvas. Christian now rolls to his knees and spots Jon trying to get up, bending forward and rushing at him with the spear. Jon sidesteps Christian though, who flies forward and bounces off the middle rope chest first. It sends him bouncing off back to his feet while Rich rushes into the cables behind him, springing off the middle rope then twisting around and catching Savior with the Up and Over to a huge reaction from the crowd.
Douglas: Wow! This four way match is outright insanity! All four of these men exchanging their trademark maneuvers.
Mayne: Get up Savior or Adams or Savior or Adams, damn these matches twist my loyalities harder than the boys at highschool did to my nipples.
The Manhattan Center crowd is really fired up as again all four men lay spread across the canvas recovering as a result of all the moves they’ve delivered in this incredibly fast paced encounter. Savior is rolling across the ring now and spilling under the cables while Rich desperately tries to get to his feet, reaching for his knee in the process. When he gets his legs beneath him Creed materializes behind him, locking him in position for the German suplex. Before Creed can hit it Adams delivers a low blow to Nathan from behind. The fans react with disgust as Jackson rolls across the ring to spill to the outside mats, Jon performing a standing switch and setting up for the Get Rich Quick. He drops to a knee, pulling Nathan’s skull directly into the other one. The crowd reacts with screams of joy while Adams is getting the referee’s attention by reaching into his trunks and removing a thing of bass nucks. He climbs up onto the apron, trying to re-enter the ring with the weapon but the referee is standing in front of him, refusing to allow Adams to enter the ring with that weapon.
Douglas: Jon with the Get Rich Quick! He could have the win if the referee wasn’t distracted keeping Adams from entering the ring with those brass knuckles.
Mayne: This isn’t fair! Adams just wants to use some brass knuckles, is that really such a bad thing?
Dan: OF COURSE!
Rich has the leg of Creed hooked still with the crowd cheering, slapping his palm on the canvas to get the official’s attention, who is still busy arguing with Adams. Suddenly, the N.H.B Championship strikes Rich right in the back of the head, the crowd responding with absolute outrage.
Douglas: HEY!!
Mayne: Savior just knocked Rich out with his former title belt! What great, genius timing.
Jon rolls off of Nathan, holding the back of his head while Savior throws his belt to the outside of the ring and falls into the cover on Creed. All the while the referee has grabbed the brass covered fist of Adams and forcefully removes the foreign weapon, throwing it away. Jackson drops down to rush after his weapon while the referee turns and spots the cover, dropping to make the count. The crowd is reacting with utter disgust as Savior is stealing Rich’s pinfall.
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The entire arena reacts with despair as Savior has just pinned Creed, capitalizing on all of Rich’s hard-work for his own gain.
Mayne: Yes, mwahahaha, yes! Savior overcame all the obstacles!
Douglas: Bullshit, Rich had the cover but then he was knocked out with his stolen N.H.B Championship. Christian stole his victory out from under him.
Billy: Déjà vu.
Adams has grabbed the brass knuckles from the mats and turns towards the ring, shocked as he sees that the three count has been administered. Rich rolls to his elbows and knees, gripping at the back of his cranium when he spots Savior standing up victoriously, holding the N.H.B Championship in the air. As soon as Jon gets to his feet with his legs wobbling, Savior slips through the ropes, dropping to the outside mats, demanding the X-Class title be brought to him. It is handed to him by the time keeper as he now lifts both championships into the air, smiling widely through his pain towards an infuriated Rich. Jon falls against the ropes, glaring over them into the features of Savior who backs up the ramp with gold decked over his laughing body.
Douglas: Savior’s actions tonight were downright appalling. I can’t wait till Jon Rich gets his hands on him.
Mayne: And this isn’t the last we’ll see of Christian tonight, as he’ll be hosting his very own talk show this evening.
Dan: I think I just heard a thousand televisions simultaneously change the channel.
Rich rolls to the outside of the ring, standing at the end of the ramp and glaring at Savior with primal hostility brewing beneath his eyes.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Manipulation
A grainy video begins to play featuring Orlando Cruze hitting the Rock Bottom on Hurse in the ring and standing with the World Championship above his head. Sallie’s voice over can now be heard as the video switches to her standing on the stage with a microphone in hand.
Susie: There were traces of opiates in Orlando’s drug test….
A brief clip features Hurse handing Orlando a poppy-seed muffin that he briefly sinks his teeth into.
Susie: Therefore Orlando’s title reign is stricken from the record, so still World Champion, Hurse!
Rage fills Orlando’s eyes as he disappointingly drops the belt back onto the motionless body of Hurse.
Susie: When Orlando left me, I was pregnant!
Dramatic music is heard in the background as this grainy video continues to play, now featuring little Becca Cruze standing at Sallie’s side in the ring. The video cuts to Becca running and jumping into the arms of a laughing Hurse.
Betrayal
The closing moments of the Paranoia IV main event are featured in black and white as the bloodied Orlando, Desolation and Hurse fight over the title belt, all three men moments away from passing through the cage door and winning the match. Suddenly Desolation turns and kicks Orlando right to the face, knocking him unconscious and allowing Hurse to win the World Title. The Dark Man and Hurse are featured loaded on the shoulders of the Alpha Generation as they celebrate their swerve.
Brutality
The lyrics of Savior by 30 Seconds to Mars begins to play as Orlando is shown giving Hurse the spinebuster before cutting to the World Title belt being rammed into the back of Cruze’s head. Hurse is shown being decked repeatedly across the face by Orlando before transferring to a shot of the Alpha Gen representative giving the Icon the Disinfectant.
Culmination
Orlando’s wild eyes shoot towards the camera, followed by a scene depicting Hurse standing on a stage and raising the World Title into the air as it extends between both of his hands. With a plain black backdrop both men are now shown stepping face to face, the Paranoia V graphic superimposed over top of them.
SUPERIORITY
To some annoyance, and some cat calls from the fans, Susie Moore’s adorably repetitive face stands before the camera. A microphone is gripped in her hand and her lips are upturned into a smile while she stands before the basic IWC interview area. Although grinning slightly, she timidly and meekly glances off to her a side, where a figure is impatiently waiting to be questioned. As she slowly raises the mic to her lips with uncertainty the Dark Man himself steps to her side, sliding his thick arm over her quivering shoulders.
Desolation: Ah, reunited once again, aye Sallie?
Although even she realizes the risk of correcting him she does so anyway.
Susie: Actually Desolation, it’s Susie.
Desolation sighs.
Desolation: Oh well, it’s not like it matters. Besides, it gets confusing with so many Sallie’s running around here and women with names that insufferably end in that generic “ie” vowel construct.
The backstage correspondent blinks her eyes awkwardly, finding Desolation’s logic impossible to follow, therefore she goes on with her questioning.
Susie: Okay Desolation, do you feel up to answering a few questions about your match with Domino?
For a moment Desolation thinks about it.
Desolation: Hmm, I do have a few moments to kill, so I guess it wouldn’t be too much trouble to elaborate on what I’ll do to IWC’s surprisingly least masculine supposed female. Although it’ll probably take me longer to describe the physical brutality I’ll inflict on she/he than to actually do it in the ring tonight.
Susie: Hehehehe, yeah.
Her voice is noticeably shaky as she forces out some generic laughter.
Susie: So um, uhhh, ahhh…..
Desolation: What do I intend to do our special little hermaphrodite?
Susie nods eagerly.
Desolation: What a brilliantly repetitive and completely generic question to ask of me Susie.
Susie: Thanks?
Desolation: Let’s see. I could go to the ring, Curb Stomp his/her face to the point where it makes it even more difficult to determine Domino’s gender. I could go out there and toy with Domino for a few hours to ensure that Axl Evermore’s blood pressure rises higher than Dick Cheney’s. Or I could spend the entire match, twisting and contorting Domino’s body until his/her penis embarrassingly interacts with his/her clitoris forcing the janitors to have quite the mess to clean up. There are limitless possibilities, for both the match and Domino’s choice of sexual preferences. But all of these contingencies have but one payoff, a rather barbaric victory for myself, and an increase in Evermore’s suffering….
Tisk, tisk, tisk….
A half grin settles on Desolation’s face as he tilts his head and observes the approaching former World Heavyweight Champion that is Johnny Kingdom. The Manhattan Center reacts rather positively at the sight of him, as he now stands yet just a few inches removed from the face of the carnivorous Desolation. Many in the building derive excitement from the interaction of two IWC legends who never stood toe to toe in the confines of a ring.
Johnny: The great Desolation resorting to beating on the closest thing we have to a female here in the IWC, such a shame.
The comment amuses Desolation, while Susie only grows even more concerned for her well being.
Desolation: Johnny, how nice of you to come along and conveniently interrupt yet another of my poorly handled segments. I suppose you’ve come along to try and show your mental and moral superiority?
Kingdom: I certainly don’t have to “try” now do I? I’m not the one facing a mixed-gendered tranny with the ultimate goal of tormenting Axl Evermore.
Desolation: Come off it Kingdom. Silencer would be the second closest thing we have to a female in this company given how he’s always droning on about his feelings and his emotional states, constantly whining more than a character in a Grace Metalious novel. So although I don’t find it insulting for you to insinuate that your morally superior to myself, you are being a tad hypocritical. You are the one who tried to hilariously severe Sheryl’s head from her body not to long ago, and you certainly have a long history of misogyny do you not?
Johnny is jarred by such an accusation.
Johnny: Um, Desolation, you do realize what company we work for right? I think everyone on this roster has at least one misogynistic episode in their past, just look at your World Champion. Let’s not discount the ever expanding pile of dead fetuses this company has produced.
The Dark Man shakes his head at the thought.
Desolation: I wish I could forget. The point is Johnny; you have no room to pass judgment on my lack of morals or the fact that I have no qualms about brutalizing Domino. And you have even less room to infer that your intellectually or physically superior to myself, where I’m sure this conversation is headed.
Kingdom: That’s where I’ll have to disagree with you Dessy. Judging by the fact that I am the longest reigning World Champion, a reign that eclipses your ever so brief periods of championship glory mind you, I think it’s clear who the better intellectual and physical specimen is between us.
Desolation: Ridiculous. We all know your lengthy title reign was based on three “P’s,” Parodies, politics, and poppycock. Your World Championship reign was handled worse than my own, so that proves nothing. In terms of sheer physical superiority, I find it laughable than even at your peak you were capable of posing a challenge to me, least of all now that you’ve been out of the ring for so long that even Aurora Rose almost takes you to your limit.
Desolation steps up close to a smiling Kingdom.
Desolation: But if you want a true demonstration of what makes me so vastly superior to yourself, watch me do tonight what I do better than anyone else, inflict deep mental scars on those foolish enough to oppose me.
Kingdom mulls over what he’s hearing.
Kingdom: Nah. I think during your match there’s an episode of Dr. Quinn Medicine Woman on the Hallmark Channel, so I’ll have to pass.
Desolation: Why Johnny, that was almost amusing, I guess there is a first time for everything.
The Dark Man passes by Johnny who turns to watch him leave with a slight grin on his face. As the menacing Dark Man prepares for the violence he’ll no doubt inflict on Domino tonight, Kingdom offers up one last comment.
Kingdom: Truer words have never been spoken…
Kingdom turns towards Susie standing in the shadows behind him and cups his hand over the side of his mouth.
Johnny: By the way, Susie, that’s foreshadowing.
Confusion again settles on Susie’s features as Kingdom now strolls away, wondering what in the world he meant by that last comment.
FULLY LOADED VS. ROBIN BROOKS & HURSE
There is a house in New Orleeaannnss
UHHHHHHH!!!
They call the Rissssiinnng Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And lord I know I’m one…
To the disgust of many the lyrics of EverEve’s “House of the Rising” Sun kicks in harder, coinciding with the arrival of both Robin Brooks and the World Heavyweight Champion Hurse. The duo stroll through the curtains with a confident swagger, Robin leading the way and crouching down in front of the Master of Control. As she crouches she points up at the title belt hanging from Hurse’s grasp, which he raises into the air with a confident protrusion of his lower lip. The fans continue to express their rage as Robin jumps to her feet, an explosion of pyros emanating from the stage behinds herself and the Champion. The Alpha Generation start towards the ring with egotism oozing from their features before Hurse jumps onto the apron and sits himself on the second rope. He separates the cables for Robin to enter as she does so with a sultry shake of her body that causes many of the fans to react with anger, while others derive brief arousal. Finally Hurse enters the ring and steps to the center, dropping to a single knee, lifting the other into the air which Robin sits on top of. She places her cheek against Hurse’s while he again lifts the World Title into the air.
Douglas: And here are the two most repulsive figures I think I’ve ever had the dishonor of being swerved by. I don’t think I can ever look at Robin Brooks the same way again after she plaid us all for fools.
Mayne: You maybe, but certainly not me. I knew the plan all along, I’m beyond the capability of being shocked.
Douglas: Oh please, you’ve spent the past few months doing nothing more than ridiculing Robin every single chance that you get. So how could you possibly insinuate that you were in on their disgusting plan?
Billy: Because you have no real evidence that proves I wasn’t. Anyway, it’s great to see these two back together and about to destroy Desolation’s pathetic nemesis.
The arena lights go down as a shrill voice similar to Angus Young's shrieks out over the PA system:
STAND UP FOR ROCK AND ROLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!
And "Stand Up for Rock 'n' Roll" by Airbourne hits over the PA as the fans stand up and cheer, throwing rock fingers in the air as the lights flash blue and yellow all over the arena. Soon, Axl Evermore & Max Craven enter through the curtains, wearing their Fully Loaded team jackets, to a huge cheer from the crowd. They stand at the center of the stage, with the Cartel title wrapped around Axl’s waist then look around the arena, before thrusting their arms up in the air and point to themselves in tandem as the crowd chants along, "ROCK...AND...ROLL!"
Kaily Worf: On the way to the ring...hailing from NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK...
The hometown crowd gives a huge cheer.
Kaily Worf: ...at a combined weight of 466 pounds...Axl Evermore...Max Craven...they are FULLY LOADED!
Evermore and Craven punch each other's fists, point to the crowd, and jog down the ramp to the ring, hopping up to the apron then running around to opposite sides of the ring, turning out to the crowd, and pointing to them, which gets a quick cheap pop as they cup their ears to hear the reaction. They hop over the ropes into the ring, Max doing a straddle jump while Axl does a standard jump, and climb diagonally opposite corners, pointing to themselves, shouting out encouragements to the crowd, and generally enjoying the loud crowd pops before they raise their arms, close their hands into fists with their thumbs stuck out, and point to themselves once more as the crowd once again chants "ROCK...AND...ROLL!" They hop down and punch fists again as they go to a corner and hop in place, warming up for the match. Hurse and Robin Brooks watch this from the outside of the ring, discussing strategy and appearing mostly disgusted by the entrance of their opponents.
Douglas: Words cannot express just how much joy I derive from seeing both Axl Evermore and Max Craven reunited as Fully Loaded.
Mayne: Words can express how I feel; sickened, repulsed, disgusted, and most importantly, apathetic.
Dan: That’s no surprise; the only way you get excited is when battery cables are used. Fully Loaded is looking to earn a huge victory here tonight, and send a possible message to the third member of the Alpha Generation, Desolation.
Axl removes his Cartel Title and hands it off to referee Stuart Wright, who begins to step across the ring with the strap glistening in the palms of his hands. Suddenly Hurse slips through the ropes and slaps the Cartel title out of the referee’s hands, sending it crashing to the canvas. He now turns and punt kicks Axl’s title out of the ring to the disgust of the crowd, Hurse turning around quickly as he lifts his World title into the air. He motions towards it while approaching an apathetic Evermore.
Hurse: This is a real title belt, BOY!
Robin is cackling with laughter in her corner while Evermore shrugs his shoulders, as if he can’t argue with the point of the World Champion then proceeds to slap him devastatingly across the face. Hurse drops his belt and tumbles onto his backside, looking absolutely shocked by that slap which echoes throughout the arena, sending the crowd into a loud ovation.
Mayne: What a disrespectful way for this match to get started! Has Axl no respect for anyone?
Douglas: Are you fucking kidding me? Hurse just completely disrespected Evermore’s Cartel Title.
Billy: But it’s funny when Hurse is disrespectful.
Axl now reaches down and grabs the World Championship off of the canvas, thrusting it up high above his head to a loud reception from his hometown fans. They put their hands together while Evermore stares down at Hurse arrogantly, the real holder of the World Title growing irate. He quickly rises to his feet and steps towards Axl, going for a kick right to his testicles only for Evermore to drop the belt and catch his opponent’s ankle. Hurse now hops up and down on one foot and puts his hands together in prayer, begging Evermore to let him go. Axl thinks about it for a second before jumping into the air and connecting with a spinning heel kick right to his opposition’s face. Robin covers her mouth as Hurse tumbles onto his back, rolling across it towards the ropes. As soon as he stands up Evermore meets with a stiff chop across the sternum then slaps him across the face yet again. Hurse staggers away from Axl in disarray, turning right towards Craven, who reaches over the ropes and slaps his opposite cheek. The crowd screams with joy as a dazed Alpha Gen member turns towards Evermore who bends forward and catches him against his shoulder. He hoists Hurse into the air, sending him flipping through the air then crashing onto his back. A scream of pain emanates from Hurse as he sits up, reaching for his back only to have Axl step up behind him and deliver a vicious buzzsaw kick right to the small of his spinal column.
Douglas: Hurse is absolutely being dominated by Evermore thus far. Who is possibly avenging the way he was eliminated from the gauntlet at Redemption Roe thanks in large part to a low blow from the World Champion.
Mayne: All he’s doing is making Axl expel more energy, weakening him properly.
Dan: Do you listen to your bullshit?
Billy: Most times, no.
A stunned World Champion rolls across the canvas trying to make his way towards his corner where Robin is eager for a tag. Unfortunately for him Axl takes Hurse by the ankle, keeping him from moving any further forward. He now pulls Hurse back to the center of the ring and drops an elbow right into the small of his back. Hurse again convulses and rolls away from Evermore, his arm falling over the middle rope, which he uses to start pulling himself to his feet. As soon as he stands Mr. N.Y.C steps in to press the advantage only to receive a blatant rake of the eyes. Axl cringes and steps back, rubbing at his eyes before Hurse grabs hold of his exposed nipples and twists them violently. Evermore yells out in pain from the lethal purple nurple, bending forward as he covers his sternum, Hurse stepping forward and delivering a hard big boot right to his face.
Dan: Um….
Mayne: Yes, Hurse just implemented the lethal titty twister in this match.
Axl crashes onto his back, blinking awkwardly as he sits up, Hurse stepping towards Robin and slapping her outstretched hand. As soon as he does Brooks jumps over the top rope, twisting and landing on her feet, beginning to rush towards a rising Evermore before Hurse gives her a reassuring slap on the ass. Brooks turns around and glares at Hurse who gives her two thumbs up. This causes Robin to roll her eyes before she turns and rushes at Axl who catches her with a huge hip toss over onto the canvas. She crashes onto her back while Evermore turns towards an angered Hurse who is now charging forward. However, Axl jumps into the air and meets him with a dropkick that sends Hurse tumbling to the canvas. Evermore now turns and goes into a headstand, flipping up onto his feet then slapping the outstretched palm of Craven.
Douglas: Axl tagging in Max.
Mayne: Great, as if Evermore wasn’t bad enough.
Craven grabs the top rope and flips over it, landing with the back of his legs on top of Axl’s shoulders. He pulls him up into a powerbomb position and turns towards the struggling Brooks. He pushes on the back of Craven’s thighs and sends him flipping over into a moonsault right on top of the Black Widow. He quickly hooks Robin’s leg with the crowd cheering.
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Brooks gets her shoulder off of the canvas. As a result Max takes her by the hair and rolls to her feet, quickly snatching her by the wrist then whipping her across the ring into the cables. She bounces off of the ropes, barreling back towards a bent forward Craven only for her to stop just short of him, delivering a hard upward kick to his face. Craven stands up and staggers backwards before Robin charges at him when Max lunges forward into a diving European Uppercut. Robin crashes onto her back with Max coming down beside her. Max now rises to his feet and steps back, motioning for Brooks to rise repeatedly, which is exactly what she begins to do on sheer instinct alone. As soon as she gets up Craven springs to the middle rope and take flight, twisting around in mid-air to nail her in the face with a flying knee strike. Robin tumbles onto her back while Craven rolls across the canvas to his feet, appearing more motivated than ever tonight. On the outside of the ring a desperate Hurse is fighting with Kaily Wolf over her chair, trying to bring it into this match to save Robin, however, he can’t get it away from the petite time keeper much to his frustration. Finally he gives up and steps towards the ring, shouting for Robin to get up while Evermore is scaling his team’s corner. He gets to the top rope and motions towards himself with his thumbs.
Fans: N-Y-C!
The chant seems to fire Craven up anymore who steps towards a rising Brooks, drilling her to the back of the head with an elbow then spinning around into a hard jab to her jaw. Robin tumbles onto her back as a result while Craven takes her by the ankle, lifting it into the air and sending her rolling over in reverse onto her feet. When her feet get beneath her Craven spins around into another discus punch only for Robin to catch him around the neck. She drops to her knees, hitting a franchisher style jaw breaker which causes Craven to stand up, staggering backwards in a disorientated state. He regains himself quickly though then rushes forward at Brooks who nails him to the shin with a front dropkick. Craven drops to his elbows and knees while Brooks rolls away from him to her feet, charging into the cables behind him. She bounces off of the ropes and comes back in, stepping up Craven’s spine then stomping down on the back of his head. Max’s face hits the ring hard, causing him to bounce up to his knees as Robin turns towards him, stepping in and locking on a front chancery. She drops back into a DDT while Craven was still kneeling, bouncing his head off of the canvas then sending him rolling onto his back.
Douglas: A nice offensive flurry from Robin Brooks.
Mayne: It’s about time you gave her her due.
Dan: You’ve been tearing her down for months while I’ve been supporting her up until her turn to the darkside. So your previous statement makes no sense.
Billy: Don’t use logic Dan, there’s no place for it in professional wrestling.
Craven is completely laid out while Robin steps up onto his stomach and jumps into the air, double stomping him to the ribs. She then ducks her head and rolls forward across the canvas onto her feet, rushing into the ropes and bouncing off them spine first. She now charges forward and flips through the air into a back first standing senton bomb right across Max’s mid-section. She rolls forward to her feet then performs a standing moonsault, crashing down onto Craven and hooking his leg.
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Craven kicks out while Robin gets to her feet and slaps on a front chancery, dragging him towards her corner. She slaps Hurse’s palm, tagging him in as he jumps over the top rope and comes down with a clubbing blow to Craven’s back. Max drops back to his knees, holding his spine while Robin and Hurse both step forward, connecting with buzzsaw style kicks to his chest and his upper spine. The shots cause Craven to drop to the canvas convulsing in pain while Brooks rushes into the ropes behind Hurse. She bounces off them and comes back in at Hurse who catches her with his shoulder to her spine, lifting her into the air then throwing her down back first right on top of Max’s mid-section. Robin rolls off of Max who drops onto his back, Hurse stepping forward then lunging into the air with an extension of his leg, planting it right across Max’s neck.
Mayne: What tandem team work from the Nation of the Alpha Generation.
Douglas: I’d highly advise Max to make a tag ASAP.
Billy: No one takes your advice Dan, that be like a hunter taking advice from a grizzly bear. Hahahahha.
Dan: What was that suppose to mean?
Mayne: Hahaha, I don’t have a clue.
Hurse turns around and throws himself melodramatically into the cover on Craven, desperately hooking his legs.
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Max kicks out, getting his shoulder up in the nick of time while Hurse rolls to his feet then jumps into the air. The bottom of his foot comes down right into Max’s face to boos from the staunch Fully Loaded supporters. The World Champion quickly spins around and drops to his knees behind Max, taking him by the arm and folding it over backwards behind his head, locking in a textbook but very effective submission hold.
Mayne: Hurse wisely slowing things down by going to work on that arm, creating another long stalling period.
Douglas: Well you can’t discount Hurse’s technical abilities. If he wasn’t such an all around jackass maybe we’d all be able to take his skills a little more seriously though.
Billy: The story of your life Dan.
Hurse really has the submission established while Craven forces himself upwards. He gets his feet beneath him and digs his teeth into his lower lip as Axl slaps the top turnbuckle pad and stomps his foot, rallying the people behind him. Craven gets closer and closer to his feet before Hurse switches the hold into a twisting wrist lock, bending Craven over forward in front of him. He now delivers a straight punt kick to Max’s chest, sending him crashing onto his back while Hurse steps over him towards his partner, Robin eager to get in there. He slaps her hand, Brooks jumping over the top rope and rushing up behind the slowly standing Craven. She digs her nails into his back and rakes it, Craven yelling out in pain as he stands up straight and staggers forward. She rakes his back again, causing Craven to roar in anguish before finally stepping to his side and then hitting the Russian Leg sweep into the float over pin.
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Craven gets his shoulder up off of the canvas, turning away from Brooks who wraps him in another front chancery, forcing him to his feet then backing up slowly. Hurse reaches over the ropes and slaps her shoulder, tagging himself back in as Robin stands Craven up then steps out of the way. The Champion pulls himself over the top rope into a shoulder block to Craven’s chest, knocking him to the canvas while he comes down beside him. He rises to his knees and glares towards a vengeful, increasingly agitated Evermore. The anger in Axl’s eyes amuses Hurse, who takes Craven by the hair and rolls him to his knees. He now slaps him across the face playfully while glaring towards the Cartel Champion.
Hurse: Deso’s going to do the same thing to that tranny he-bitch tonight. Hahahaha.
He turns back towards Max gloating when he’s slapped to the cheek with force from Craven.
Mayne: Ouchie!
Douglas: Hurse took his eye off the ball and now Craven is making him pay for it!
Billy: There’s been so many slaps in this match I feel like I’m in the middle of a Mexican soap opera.
Max stands up slowly and slaps Hurse to the other side of the face, hitting him with some hard open hand palm strike. Craven now goes for a boot to Hurse’s gut only for the World Champion to catch him around the ankle, shoving his foot down. Max goes into a full spin, turning to face Hurse who kicks him to the gut, dragging his head under his seat and calling out for the Sanitizer (Styles Clash). The crowd is reacting with repulsion while Robin whistles loudly from their corner. Suddenly Craven goes into a spin, freeing his head then turning to face the World Champion who grabs him by the wrist and pulls him forward into a short arm clothesline. Max ducks it and reaches out, wrapping his arm around Hurse’s neck then doing a quick hip grind before hitting the Craven Awakening. Hurse’s head crashes into the canvas before he sits up, looking incredibly dazed. Max rolls away from him in a very groggy condition, having hit that desperation counter and slowly making his way towards Evermore. Axl’s arm is as extended as far as possible, his fingers twiddling as Craven gets closer and closer, desperately trying to make the tag. He extends his hand when Robin Brooks jumps into the fray, dropping elbows into the back of Craven’s head. The crowd starts to react with anger as Robin stands up and begins to stomp at the back of Craven’s head repeatedly, then drops an elbow into it.
Douglas: Craven so close to making the tag but Robin villainously interceding it.
Mayne: She takes some cues from her boyfriend’s handbook, which is always a smart move.
Dan: For those wearing helmets and knee pads everywhere they go I guess it might sound like I wise move.
Robin rises to her feet and is backed across the ring by the threatening Stuart Wright, who is vehemently opposed to her interruption of these proceedings. She slides back into her corner while Hurse slowly approaches the down Craven, grabbing him by the hair and forcing him up to his feet slowly. He kicks him to the gut several times while dragging him forward into a stunner position then pointing towards the ropes. His gaze is shot towards Evermore, mouthing off throughout the process.
Hurse: It’s time to Disinfect this son of a bitch.
Evermore shakes his head as Hurse rushes at one of the corners, dragging Max along for the Disinfectant (Contra Code). Just as he is about to hit it Max drops down free though, catching Hurse by the tights and rolling him over backwards into the school boy to a loud reaction from the crowd.
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Hurse kicks out while Craven turns, diving at Axl and slapping his hand. The crowd screams with delight as Evermore slips through the ropes then rushes right at the standing Hurse. The World Champion just gets up when Axl hits him with a left jab combination then finishes it off with a right hand punch that sends Hurse crashing to the canvas spine first. The fans scream at the sight of the Golden Gloves.
Dan: Axl in and he nails a humdinger of a series of jabs!
Mayne: Axl isn’t a boxer, and he doesn’t have any golden gloves. Hell, Ricky Hatton knock him on his ass.
A dazed World Champion sits up in a groggy condition while Robin jumps over the top rope and comes barreling towards Evermore. Axl steps forward and catches Robin though, dropping back into the Exploder suplex. Robin slams into the ring then rolls across it while Evermore nips up to his feet, turning in time to spot Hurse getting up and staggering forward. Axl catches him as well, delivering another exploder suplex.
Douglas: Axl is lighting up the Alpha Generation.
Mayne: The only thing he lit up was probably what he smoked before the show, damn New York hippie.
The Black Widow and the Master of Control are both convulsing while Evermore rises to his feet, motioning for them to stand up. As soon as they stand up Evermore rushes forward, catching them around their necks and dropping back into a stereo DDT. Both Robin and Hurse crash head first into the canvas then drop onto their backs, completely laid out as Evermore gets to his feet and turns to face them, motioning for them both to get up again. As soon as Hurse gets up he turns in a dazed state towards Evermore who nails him with a hard running chop across the chest. It sends Hurse into a spiral, turning to face Craven who has re-entered the ring, delivering a step up enzugari to the back of Hurse’s head. This causes Hurse to go into another spine, turning away from both men when Axl bounces off the ropes and catches him by the back of the head, jumping into the air with a face buster. The World Champion crashes face first into the ring then flops onto his back, lying there completely motionless at this point. Evermore and Max jump to their feet and bump knuckles, really taking it to the Alpha Generation at this point.
Douglas: And Axl and Max just dominating the Alpha Generation!
Mayne: Why hasn’t the damned referee got control this match yet? Max and Axl shouldn’t be allowed in the ring at the same time. It’s a conflict of interest.
Dan: I have trouble believing you actually understand the words coming from your own mouth.
Billy: Most the time I don’t, I just know they’re damned pretty.
The World Champion desperately turns onto his side and tries feebly to stand, the official stepping towards him as Hurse grabs hold of his shirt. He uses the referee to drag himself to his feet while the official tries to free himself, all the while Max and Axl have turned, beginning to stomp their feet as they set up for a double superkick.
Billy: Don’t get up Hurse, don’t get up!
Suddenly Robin scoots up on her knees behind both Fully Loaded members and gives them a stereo low blow. Axl and Max double over forward, reaching for their genitals while Hurse steps towards them with cat like quickness. He delivers a straight kick to Max’s face, knocking him onto his back then turns towards Evermore and charges in, grabbing him around the neck. Axl is pulled down into a swinging neckbreaker as Hurse sits up, smiling as if truly proud of himself. All the while Robin forces Max to a standing base, throwing a forearm into the side of his face then backing him into one of the corners, where she holds him in place with her foot wedged to his throat. The Champion stands up and turns towards the prone Craven in the corner, rushing forward and bending down to drive his shoulder into his ribs. Suddenly Craven slaps Robin’s foot away and steps aside, causing Hurse to dive through the ropes and drive his shoulder into the exposed turnbuckle post.
Mayne: AHHHH!!
Douglas: Craven too quick for the World Champion!
The quick Craven turns to face Robin who comes barreling towards him and jumping into the air. He side steps her as well and pushes her along into Hurse standing up in the corner, causing Brooks to big splash her own boyfriend. The fans cheer wildly while Robin staggers backwards into Max who takes her around the neck then rushes forward, stepping up Hurse’s sternum before pushing off into a tornado bulldog. Robin’s skull collides violently into the canvas while a winded Craven gets to his feet then bolts straight at Hurse, jumping into the air and wedging his feet against his ribs. He seems to be setting up for a monkey flip but Hurse reverses, catching Max around the legs then twisting as he sits him on the top rope. He now goes for a right hand to Max’s face only to have his fist kicked away, Craven placing the World Champion in a front chancery then jumping off the corner, twisting around into the tornado DDT. Hurse bounces head first from the ring and flips over to his seat right beside the laid out Brooks.
Douglas: LOOK AT CRAVEN GO!
Mayne: How is someone so small dominating so many?
Evermore has now recovered, backed into one of the turnbuckles and leaning against it for support. Max slips through the ropes and onto the apron, extending his arm out over the cables and begging for the tag as he is clearly on fire and possibly on the verge of pinning the Alpha Generation. A dazed Evermore steps forward and slaps his partner’s shoulder as Robin comes charging forward. However, Axl reaches over the top rope, hooking Max’s arm then pulling him over the top rope with a hip toss where his legs land right on top of Robin’s shoulders. He now drops down and hurricaranas Robin right through the ropes, sending the Black Widow crashing to the outside mats. The fans are going absolutely insane while Axl now charges into the opposite ropes, building up a great deal of speed. He charges across the ring as Robin begins to stand up on the outside, diving through the cables into a tope con hilo. The fans respond with a dramatic ovation as Axl bounces off of Robin’s shoulder then lands on his feet, stepping forward and thrusting his thumbs towards himself.
Fans: N-Y-C!
Everyone in the Manhattan Center continues to cheer while Craven gets to his feet, turning to face Hurse who is desperately trying to stand yet again. His eyes flicker from the tornado DDT while Craven slips through the ropes onto the apron, springing to he top cable then taking flight as he goes for the Big Stiffy Blockbuster. Hurse drops down out of the way at the last second, causing Craven to have to fall into a forward roll where he ends up on his feet. The Champion now stands up and rushes at Max who turns and catches Hurse against his shoulders. He now delivers the Cupid’s Arrow (Fireman’s Carry into a Falcon Arrow). Hurse slams violently against the canvas while Craven comes down beside him and then crawls into the cover, the crowd screaming at the prospect of a Fully Loaded victory.
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Somehow Hurse lobs his shoulder from the canvas, kicking out as Craven rises to a knee, looking absolutely flabbergasted.
Mayne: That nearfall made my heart skip a beat.
Douglas: Craven seconds away from defeating the World Heavyweight Champion.
Billy: There would have been a riot in this city if that big of an upset transpired.
On the outside of the ring Axl pulls Robin up to her feet and then drags her into his shoulders, calling out for an F5 right on the thin protective matting. This gets the crowd cheering even louder before Robin slips off of his shoulders, landing on her feet behind him then shoving Evermore forward face first right into the exposed turnbuckle post. He bounces off it with force before tumbling to his spine across those same thin mats, the crowd’s reaction drastically changing. The Black Widow could care less as she climbs onto the apron slowly, crawling across it towards one of the corners. Craven now slips through the ropes, not spotting Robin as he stands on the apron, glaring at the laid out Hurse who is in perfect positioning. He now springs to the top rope and takes flight, flipping through the air into a springboard shooting star press which squashes the Champion. The fans scream with delight as Craven briefly holds his ribs then falls forward into the cover.
Douglas: It’s over, it’s got to be over!
Mayne: I’m protesting!
The referee drops down and begins to make the count dramatically.
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Just as it seems that Craven has the win, Robin soars through the air and crashes down on top of him with the Flying Star (Shooting Star Press). Max arches his back and roars in pain as he drops off of Hurse, Robin grabbing her boyfriend by the wrist and dragging him over on top of Craven.
Mayne: Yes! YES! The Flying Star out of nowhere!
Douglas: Robin’s shooting star press not to be out done by Craven.
Hurse’s arm is now draped over Craven’s sternum as the official makes the count.
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3!
The Manhattan Center crowd responds with dismay as the Alpha Generation have just snuck in the back door and secured another victory. Axl had made it onto the apron and half way through the ropes but couldn’t get there in time to stop the pinfall, anger now setting into his features as a result.
Douglas: Terrific, the Alpha Generation have just stolen yet another victory from Fully Loaded.
Mayne: What a win for the mighty Alpha Generation.
Robin reaches under the ropes and drags Hurse to the outside of the ring in his near unconscious condition. He falls immediately to his knees in front of Brooks, who helps him up to his feet only for him to continuously almost tumble. Axl has entered the ring and stands over his partner, bending down and placing a hand on Craven’s shoulder, trying to help him up while glaring penetratingly to the outside of the squared circle at the Alpha contingent. Robin smiles deviously back at Axl through her deep breathes, holding Hurse up against her like she were a crutch.
Hurse: Did we win?
COMMERCIAL BREAK
If your going to job, at least look good doing it. This has been a public service announcement from the IWC
THE TWILIGHT ZONE
The show returns live to the ring, which is lavishly decorated for the first public airing of Christian Savior’s new talk show, the Twilight Zone. Several stools have been set up in the middle of the ring, one with Savior planted directly on top of it. His presence leads to the dismay of the crowd, especially since he is now lavishly dressed and holds two Championships over both of his blue jean covered knees. A pompous air seems to radiate around him as one of half of his face wears a big grin, lifting a microphone to his lips.
Savior: Ladies and gentlemen, I bring you following in the footsteps of such shows as Larry King, Light Night with Jay Leno, and Jerry Springer, yet surpassing them all in terms of sheer greatness, THE TWILIGHT ZONE!
Savior’s arms are extended out to his sides, drawing attention to his elaborate set while pyros explode from the corners and from directly behind him. They send multi-colored sparks dissipating through the air which only further aggravates the migraine Savior is giving the fans.
Christian: And what makes this show better than all the rest? Well isn’t it obvious, ME!
As he points obnoxiously to himself the fans respond with anger. Their boos only increase Savior’s confidence, taking great joy in their irritation.
Savior: You can’t have a great talk show without a phenomenal host. So you can take the humor of Lettermen, the charisma of Conan O’Brian, the compassion of Maury Povich, and the controversy of Jerry Springer, mix them all together and get me, Christian Savior, your soon to be Emmy nominated host for the Twilight Zone.
Again everyone in attendance reacts vilely, but the double champion quickly moves along.
Savior: Although I can sit out here and increase the abysmal ratings by simply discussing my own brilliance, unfortunately for you, I do have a guest eager to be interviewed, she just doesn’t know it yet. So without further ado, and considering she really deserves no hype, I bring you the very first guest of the Twilight Zone, the Villainous Vixen, the Black Widow, the woman I easily defeated to become X-Class Champion, ROBIN BROOKS!
To the collective outrage of the entire fanbase, Disturb’s “The Game” plays over the PA system, coinciding with the immediate arrival of Robin Brooks. The curtains part to reveal the Black Widow, who saunters almost seductively out onto the stage. She kicks her hair back, running her fingers through it and places her other hand on the small of her back. She now bends forward to blow the fans a kiss but then turns the loving gesture into an up yours taunt that exacerbates their rage. Amongst the negativity from the sold out crowd she strolls towards the ring, still running her hands through her hair and giving Savior the evil eye. He wears an apathetic expression on his face at the sight of the number one contender for his X-Class Championship. As she hops onto the apron and again gives the crowd the good old stink eye Savior places a microphone on the stool beside him.
Fans: YOU’RE A SKANK HOE! YOU’RE A SKANK HOE!!
Robin doesn’t listen to the reaction from the fans as she steps towards the stool with the microphone placed on top of it, snatching it up and tilting her head as she examines the sinister smirk that comprises Savior’s expression. She slides into the stool now a little reluctantly.
Savior: Although I’m really not, I’m obligated to say that it’s a pleasure to have you as a guest on the first telecast of the Twilight Zone. Welcome Robin.
His statement amuses her.
Robin: Thanks sweety. It’s an even greater displeasure for me to be here. In fact, I would probably prefer to continue battling Axl or Max instead of breathing the same air as you, Christian.
Now Christian finds himself the one amused.
Savior: Congrats on your victory by the way Robin, I see that your still a little winded and sweating like a pig after carrying Hurse’s out of shape ass to a win moments ago. I’m not going to catch any venereal diseases from your sweat am I?
Brooks: Nothing your mother hasn’t already given you.
The crowd chuckles a little over both vicious comments while Savior finds himself laughing a little as well.
Christian: Wow Robin, what a shock, whoever would have thought you were capable of showing wit. But over the past couple of weeks we’ve seen you display a lot of qualities that we didn’t think you were capable of. And I’m not just referring to the fact that you were able to feed yourself, walk upright without dragging your hairy knuckles across the floor, and actually win the number one contendership for my title….
Robin: Pardon me, honey. But I do believe that belt actually belongs to me.
Savior: That’s funny, as the belt is currently in my possession and I do seem to recall pinning you rather effortlessly to earn it. That’s besides the point though, let’s talk about what you did last week.
Brooks: What do you mean?
She shrugs her shoulders and acts as if she has no idea what Jon is referring to, as if nothing significant happened on the last Riot!
Savior: Nice try playing nonchalant, but I imagine your just as poor of an actress in the sack. I’m talking about how you showed a new malicious, treacherous side of yourself by hilariously betraying Jon Rich and Killjo….
Brooks: Whoa, whoa, whoa!
Savior’s eyes widen as Robin responds so angrily, rising from her stool and now standing before the man who took her championship.
Robin: I betrayed Killjoy?
Christian: That’s what the cue cards tell me.
Brooks: You’ve got it all wrong sweety, Killjoy was the one who stabbed me in the heart a long, long time ago.
Savior: Oh great, we’re not going to have one of these Terms of Endearment moments are we?
Robin points a trembling finger at Savior’s face, insisting that he zip it.
Robin: Killjoy thought he could just come in and out of my life all he wanted and that every time he did so I’d just throw myself at his feet like I have no self respect. He treated me like I wasn’t even a human being, he disrespected me time and time again by leaving, by abandoning me. He just thought he could come back and pick up where we left off, no, NO! There was no fixing what he broke; there was no getting back with the ever so desirable, ever so delectable Robin Brooks. He ruined the greatest thing in his life when he left me the last time, and I made him pay for it.
Savior: Indeed you did. So what your saying is that you set up Killjoy because you quashed your feelings for him?
Robin finds this laughable.
Brooks: Please, you’ve got it all wrong Christian….
Christian: Impossible, after all, I am pretty much infallible.
Robin:….I betrayed Killjoy because he was an idiot, because he thought I’d bend over backwards to placate him every time he came back into my life. I betrayed him because he was so fucking stupid. He just came moseying on back into the IWC, back into my life and thought I’d walk away from what was a good thing….
Savior: By good thing your referring to your relationship with Hurse?
This thought makes him squeamish.
Christian: I think herpes might be considered a better thing than being with Hurse.
Robin: Then you’d be just as retarded as Killjoy. Neither you, nor Deakin, have even a quarter of Hurse’s passion. He’s as sweet and docile as a baby lamb….
Savior: Which was probably his last girlfriend.
Brooks: You don’t know what you’re talking about Christian. For once I’m in a relationship where I call the shots, where I’m not treated as a doormat, as insignificant. Say what you will about Steven, but he’s always been there for me through the good times and the rough times. He doesn’t run away like Killjoy whenever things got difficult. Steven was there when I came up with a plan to make Killjoy suffer for his ignorance. He was along with me every step of the way as this plot developed, as we pulled Killjoy and Jon Rich into my web. And the rest, is history.
Savior smiles even wider at the thought of Robin betraying Rich.
Christian: Okay, so you explained why you betrayed Killjoy, but why Rich? Was he just collateral damage?
Just like Christian, a broad smile forms on her face as she tucks hair behind her ear.
Robin: Oh, poor little naïve Rich.
Savior: He is pretty gullible isn’t he?
Brooks: Of course. Frankly I grew fed up with his whole dark and brooding act, I got sick of being the glue that held him in place. I was tired of constantly propping him up and getting no credit. He acted like it was such an indignity to team with me. But I made him pay, just like Killjoy, he suffered for his ignorance. And believe me Savior, those two won’t be the only ones who suffer at the hands of the Black Widow.
The words sound threatening which further amuses Christian.
Christian: Is this the part where you threaten to take back the X-Class Champion and leave me flopping around on the canvas like a dried out fish?
Robin: You know me so well, don’t you Savior?
Savior: Unfortunately. But you know what Robby, since I beat three individuals earlier tonight with little to no effort, I figure, why not do your rematch for the X-Class title, right here, right now, as a fitting ending to what is sure to be the highest rated segment in IWC history?
The crowd cheers wildly at the thought of seeing these two collide for the X-Class title right here and right now. Robin looks around at the fans with a grin before shaking her head and turning her piercing sight to Savior’s pompous face.
Robin: You’d like that wouldn’t you? Considering I just now competed in a match and am still a little tired. No, when we face off for MY belt, it will be when we’re both at one hundred percent, and there will be no possibility of excuse….
Savior: Oh why don’t you grow a sack? Ha, that’s right, I forgot, you already have one.
Savior stands as Robin gets right up into his face.
Robin: Your one to speak, compensating for your lack of manhood by trying to win titles…
“Unbreakable” by Bon Jovi roars throughout the arena as both Brooks and Savior stop their diatribe, their eyes snapping towards the entry way. The crowd inside of the Manhattan Center are going nuts as Robin and Savior drop their pointlessly bickering, preparing for the arrival of Jon Rich. Neither of them are aware that Jon has jumped over the barricade from the crowd and is sliding into the ring under the ropes. The fans are going nuts as Savior is spun around and slugged right to the jaw from the vengeful Rich. The shot sends him tumbling to the canvas spine first while Brooks stands back, watching this all with wide eyes. Savior rolls across the canvas and gets to his feet still holding both of his belts when he’s jabbed to the forehead again, knocking him backwards into the top rope as he almost trips over his own stool. Jon is all fired up as he connects with more shots to the face of the man who stole his N.H.B Title. Suddenly a stool cracks over his back, Robin standing behind him with a big grin on her face. The shot almost knocks Jon over before he stands up tall and turns towards her with primal rage in his eyes. The stool shakes in Robin’s hands before she looks panicked, dropping it to the canvas and quickly fleeing from Rich who goes right after her.
Brooks dives through the ropes to the outside and quickly jumps over the barricade into the fans who are yelling furiously at her. Jon now turns around to face Savior who has rolled under the ropes and is backing up the ramp as well, both belts hanging from his grasp still. Rage consumes his features just like Jon, who is turning back and forth, motioning for Robin and Savior to get back in the ring and face him.
I HOPE YOUR SATISFIED!
The entire arena reacts, rather it be negatively or positively as AWOL’s entrance music plays over the PA system. Savior turns quickly and glares up the ramp with anger in his features, Jon doing the same. Brooks pushes some fans away from her while staring over the barricade and towards the entry way where AWOL is emerging. He has a microphone held up to his lips as he shakes his head, stepping far enough down the ramp so that he is side by side with Savior.
AWOL: That’s it, I’ve seen enough of this bullshit. It’s not fair that Savior is constantly being attacked by the two of you.
His finger points between Brooks and the angered Rich. This statement makes a grin form on Savior’s face, nodding his head eagerly, pleased that AWOL is supporting him. AWOL turns and winks reassuringly at the Rising Phoenix.
AWOL: This needs to end, and it needs to end now.
Savior: Damn straight.
AWOL: Therefore, I’ve decided that the three of you are going to settle this at Paranoia V.
Jon smirks slightly, liking the sound of this while Robin tilts her head in confusion. It’s obvious that Christian doesn’t like what he’s hearing.
AWOL: At Paranoia V, it’s going to be Jon Rich versus Robin Brooks versus Christian Savior in a triple threat match, and to sweeten the pot, and since Savior is a defending champion, both of his title belts will be on the line!
The entire arena reacts with a loud ovation as Savior is shaking his head, not having agreed to this. He stomps his foot and vehemently opposes this as AWOL holds his palm up to him and assures him that everything will be okay.
AWOL: Oh, and also, it’s going to be a LADDER MATCH!
This garnishes even a loud reception from the fans as AWOL smiles towards Savior and then pats him on the shoulder. The General Manager now turns and strolls up the ramp while Christian is seething, turning towards the ring where Jon is standing on the second rope. When their eyes meet Jon nods, grinning and chuckling to himself, realizing that he’ll have Christian exactly where he wants him at Paranoia V. Robin is staring over the barricade, shaking her head as well, not liking the fact that she’ll have to face Jon Rich at the biggest payper-view of them all.
REUNITED AND IT FEELS SO GOOD
With a condescending smirk on his face General Manager AWOL saunters backstage, quite pleased with the huge announcement he just made and the mental pangs it’s inflicted on the trio of individuals involved. As he continues down the corridor in a menacing, yet confident fashion he suddenly stops dead in his tracks, both eyes narrowing in anger. His pupils fixate with much annoyance upon a figure who lurks before him yet off camera.
AWOL: Great, and here I thought, nay hoped, I was suffering from some more war induced delusions, but here you stand, in the flesh.
The crowd responds rather vindictively at the sight of the one and only, Jackson Adams. He wears a smug grin on his sweaty features while a towel is draped over his exposed shoulders, not having bothered to get out of his wrestling gear as of yet. Strangely casual, Adams stops directly in front of the GM, the man he’s waged quite a lengthy feud with in the past.
Jackson Adams: Come on now, you should know that you can never get rid of me.
AWOL: Yes, but it certainly won’t stop me from trying.
The comment amuses Adams, briefly recalling the tremendous encounters they’ve waged against each other in the past and his innate ability to bounce back from them.
Adams: You have to admit, AWOL, you’ve kind of missed me haven’t you? After all, there’s no one else as good as I am at keeping you in check.
AWOL rolls his eyes before responding.
AWOL: Sure, your presence is just as welcomed as a colonoscopy, but I know you didn’t cut me off to talk.
Adams: Heh, of course not. I mean, you are the type that uses your fists to do all your talking for you.
AWOL: Aren’t we all?
Adams thrusts a finger to his chin then nods with a smug grin.
Jackson: Maybe. Anyway, I wanted to ask for a favor.
AWOL: HA!
Jackson’s sheer audacity causes AWOL to chuckle for perhaps the first time in years. This was certainly not the response that Jackson was expecting, yet he goes on anyway.
Adams: I think that with my spectacular return that I deserve to be part of a high profile match at Paranoia V. I really didn’t need to come back mind you, I mean, I’m gracing this company with my presence not out of necessity but based off the fact that you guys are lacking serious star power and ratings grabbers. You need me. So I think I deserve, no, am entitled to a prominent role on the biggest payper-view of them all, in fact, you should add me to that triple threat ladder match you just booked, at least then people might be interested in it.
Tilting his head as he thinks, the GM seems to consider Adams’ proposal.
AWOL: Hmmm, that is an idea.
Jackson: Better than any you’ve ever come up with. Just think about it, who can carry a match better than Jackson Adams? Hell, I even carried your fat ass to something half way watchable at the last Paranoia, that in and of itself should guarantee me a huge main event level match this year.
AWOL: I see your point…
Adams grins.
AWOL: Even if it is entirely full of shit.
Adams frowns.
AWOL: You know what; I think I have a better idea. It might not be the match that you want, but it will certainly be one the fans want to see, and one that properly torments you for being such a jackass.
Jackson tries to get a word in edgewise but AWOL cuts him off.
AWOL: There’s another person you’ve waged quite an epic rivalry with over the years, that also culminated at Paranoia, so it’s only fitting that such a feud be revisited at what is being dubbed the greatest Paranoia of them all.
Jackson: I don’t like where this is going.
AWOL: At Paranoia V, we’re going to see Jackson Adams standing on one side of the ring, and Nathan Creed standing on the other yet again. But this time, instead of being repetitive and making it a singles match, you and Creed will be team captains. Over the next few shows building into Paranoia V, you’ll both pick a team of four to face off in a classic 8 man tag team match, and as thus you’ll yet another opportunity to rip each other apart. And yes, that will provide me some amusement.
Loosing his nerve Adams runs his palm down his sweaty face. Finally he makes his feelings known in an angered outburst.
Adams: You can’t do that, I deserve better than this. I can beat Nathan Creed, and any team of geriatrics that he assembles any day of the week and twice on Sunday.
The furious rant is cut off by the open palm of AWOL lunging in front of the face of his long time nemesis.
AWOL: You know what, tough shit. You signed a contract, your back, that means I get to book you in whatever situation I wish, deal with it. And if I were you, I’d start trying to find some people who are actually batshit retarded enough to team with you. There’s only two Riots before the payper-view, so I’d hop to it, bucko.
As he passes Adams he slaps him hard on the shoulder, marching down the corridor. An flustered Jackson watches him walk away, taking deep breathes and realizing that he’s in quite a jam, now being forced to face a man who will certainly be out for his blood come time for Paranoia V.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
FAUST VS. ORLANDO CRUZE
The show comes back to the ring, settling on the excited face of Billy Mayne and the flustered expression of Billy Mayne.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, if your just joining us you missed some major announcements. Two big matches just added to an already loaded Paranoia V line up, and I can’t relate just how excited I am getting for what looks to be the greatest show in IWC’s history.
Mayne: I don’t know how you could possibly be so enthusiastic over the prospect of the two matches AWOL has booked, both of them are designed to screw over someone over.
Dan: A triple threat ladder match has been announced in which Christian Savior will defend both of his titles against Jon Rich and Robin Brooks, plus an 8 person tag team match has also been booked with Nathan Creed and Jackson Adams serving as team captains. This lineup is getting huge.
Mayne: I think I’ll echo the sentiments of one Mark Comeau and simply say that “I hate Paranoia.”
The opening notes of 'Bloody Tears' rips through the audience sending shivers down their spines as Electric guitar rock mixes with organ. As the notes blast, a coffin is raised from the middle of the ramp which also spills red mist all over the ramp and around the ring. The crowds cries grow even louder as the coffin opens to reveal the Heir of the pure 'Vampire Bloodline'... The Vampire Lord... Faust.
He wears battle attire emblemed with the clan of his ancestors as well as a cape typical of his bloodline. He walks out of the coffin, which lowers behind him. He stands there, his cape wrapped around him by his hands. When the coffin is fully lowered, he extends his arms, releasing his cape behind him. Faust slowly journeys towards the ring until he steps onto the apron. He turns to face the audience. As they cheer he opens his mouth, exposing his fangs. He then steps to the nearest turnbuckle, removing his cape and placing it on there.
He gets into the ring and walks to the opposite turnbucke before leaping to the top and standing with perfect balance where he poses for the fans. Then in an instant, he hops to a seated position on the turnbuckle and lets his back fall making him upside down facing towards the rampway... like a bat.
He smiles as he awaits the arrival of his opponent.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen we’re ready for yet another of our big main events here tonight, as Faust collides with Orlando Cruze, and this should certainly be a spectacular one on one encounter.
Mayne: Says you. I’m taking more an apathetic approach to it myself. After all, this match just consists of Faust and Orlando Cruze, nobody really worth my time or my interest. Actually, two old ladies playing shuffle board would probably be more entertaining than what we’re about to see.
Dan: Why must you always do this same old song and dance routine whenever we have a face versus face match? This should be an intense encounter given the fact that these two do have quite a history. Either man could emerge victorious from this one tonight.
Faust drops down to his feet and turns his back to the corner, facing the entry way with a grin still depicted on his face. “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornel blares throughout the building, sending the crowd into a righteous reaction as the lights dim and 'Cruze' flashes rapidly on the video screen. Down either side of the rampway white strobe lights flicker as Orlando strides through the curtain and to the top of the ramp with his Tag Team Title glistening over his shoulder. He looks one way and then the other before walking down the rampway and to the ring, each strobe light extinguishing, and the arena lights getting bright with every step. As he reaches the bottom he slides under the bottom rope and stands center of the ring, belt glistening and the crowd going nuts at the mere sight of him, everyone sympathetic towards his plight as of late. However, Cruze doesn’t allow himself to think about what’s transpired lately, instead keeping his focus centered on Faust standing in the corner, anxious for the impending altercation.
Mayne: Here comes baby daddy Cruze….
Douglas: Why must you be so repulsive?
Billy: Because it comes so naturally to me.
Dan: Well, despite your ignorance, we’re about to see an intense encounter, not about titles, not about revenge, but just about pride.
Faust flashes his fangs in the direction of Orlando in the form of a smile, which doesn’t seem to set well with the incredible intense Icon. As the bell chimes in the background neither man hesitates, immediately rushing forward into a collar elbow tie, jockeying for position right from the get go. With no holding back Faust drops down out of the collar elbow and takes Orlando around the ankle, lifting it up into the air. The Icon crashes onto his back while Faust stands up and tries to lock his legs around one another as he goes for the Four Leaf Clover Hold (Texas Cloverleaf).
Douglas: Faust already going for his almost unbreakable submission!
Mayne: Yes, end it now, end it quick, end my misery!
Faust doubles over the legs, trying to tie them up when Orlando bends his knees, pulling his opponent forward then grabbing his arm. He slides around in a circle across his back then pulls down on the arm of Faust, dragging to the canvas as he sets him up for the crossface. The fans respond with a loud ovation at the sight of this counter, Orlando now going for one of his trademark submissions.
Douglas: Faust countered into the crossface. What a quick, frantic way to start off this match.
Mayne: Good, no boring pussyfooting around, now tap Faust.
Faust keeps Orlando’s hands from interlocking in front of his jaw, fighting it with all of his strength as he begins to force himself up to his knees. As soon as he reaches this position Orlando breaks up his crossface attempt and instead sits up behind him, trying to lock Faust up into position for the MMA elbows. As soon as he goes to drive the point of his elbow into Faust’s head, the Vampire Lord reaches out, catching it with the palm of his hand and blocking the shot. He pushes the elbow away and now turns around on his knees, reaching out and grabbing the back of Orlando’s legs. He lifts up on them, causing Cruze to crash onto his back then standing up and trying to step through the Icon’s legs to lock in a sharpshooter. The Manhattan Center crowd starts to scream yet again when Orlando buries his feet to Faust’s sternum and pushes him off backwards, sending his opponent crashing to the canvas. He rolls across it onto his knees and stands while Orlando does the same, both men stopping as they eye each other closely. The fans start a loud cheer at the sight of both these men having a classic stand off.
Douglas: What a way to start this encounter.
Mayne: Yeah, yeah, yeah, counter after counter, same old jazz.
They step forward with no more hesitation now, finding their noses nudged against one another’s and doing some trash talking. Suddenly Faust throws a forearm into Orlando’s jaw only to have the Icon respond with one of his own. Faust is staggered backwards by the shot before he lunges forward into another forearm shot of his own, the crowd screaming as both men continue to exchange these blows, really lighting one another up. Finally Faust steps in with a European Uppercut that stumbles Orlando who responds with a charging lariat only to have his smaller opponent duck under it. He steps behind Cruze who spins to face his crafty opponent only to be hit with another forearm that sends him staggering in reverse towards one of the corners. Faust now steps in for another stiff forearm only to be kicked to the gut and whipped towards one of the corners. Somehow the crafty Faust is able to reverse the whip though, instead sending the Icon charging into the turnbuckle, which he bounces off of back first. He begins to stagger forward while Faust rushes into the cables at his side, ricocheting off then catching the Icon by the back of the head, looking for a face buster. Orlando pushes him off though and falls spine first against the corner, the Vampire Lord dropping down into almost a baseball slide then hopping back to his feet, charging right at the prone Cruze in the corner.
Orlando bends forward and catches Faust coming in, elevating him into the air and trying to back drop him over the ropes only to have his quick opposition grab the top rope, landing gracefully on the apron. A shocked Orlando turns towards Faust who reaches over the ropes, taking him by the back of the head and dropping to his knees. Orlando is choked against he top cable, sending him twisting and tumbling on his seat with his back wedged to the corner. Faust stands up on the apron, taking the top rope and then jumping over top of it, reaching out and catching hold of the perpendicular top cable as well. He pulls himself down into a swinging front dropkick right to the seated Orlando’s sternum.
Douglas: A beautiful move just nailed by Faust!
Mayne: So he’s agile, so he’s…..wait, that was the only complimentary thing I could think up to say about him. Unless having those ridiculously corny fangs can be considered a good thing. It must be hell to floss them.
Dan: I assume your just speaking now to hear the sound of your own voice.
The Vampiristic competitor rolls backwards across the canvas onto his feet and now steps towards the still seated Orlando, beginning to stomp him repeatedly to his sternum. He takes him under the jaw and pulls the Icon up to his feet, lobbing a quick forearm into the side of his jaw then stepping back. He rushes forward jumping into the air with a diving forearm smash into Orlando’s face. He drops to his feet, backs up and repeats the same move only to have Orlando step out of the way this time. As a result Faust’s forearm hits the top turnbuckle pad hard, causing him to turn around and groan in pain. As soon as he does this Orlando steps in with a vicious knife edge chop across his sternum. The strike sends Faust into a slight spin, stepping out of the corner then wedging his spine against the ropes. Orlando steps in now and delivers another absolutely vicious knife edge chop to his sternum that actually sends the much lighter Faust flipping over the top rope. His frame crashes with force against the mats while the crowd reacts with a “woo!”
Douglas: WHAT A CHOP!
Mayne: The repulsive number one contender almost staked Faust right through the heart with that chop. Hehehehe, God I love my intentional puns.
Douglas: You’d be the only one.
Faust slowly begins to stand up with his arms crossed over his sternum, aching from the pain of that vicious chop. Orlando slides to the outside of the ring and grabs the back of Faust’s head, forcing him towards the ring then pulling him down face first into the apron. Faust slams off of it and staggers backwards into the waiting arms of Cruze, who rushes him at the ring and rolls him in under the ropes. Orlando slides in after him, crawling quickly towards Faust and then taking hold of the arm that hit the corner. He extends it out to Faust’s side then jumps into the air, dropping a knee right to the point of the elbow. The Icon stands up and jumps into the air, falling with a leg drop right across the bicep of the Vampire Lord, who reaches for his arm in anguish. He turns onto his back while Orlando drops to the side of his opponent, establishing a quick arm bar. He pushes down on Faust’s shoulder while dragging up on the arm with all of his strength, slowing down this match considerably at this point.
Dan: Orlando grounding his much quicker and agile opponent, which is a very smart thing to do as he works over that arm.
Mayne: Why must Cruze constantly try to show that he’s not one dimensional?
Douglas: Because we’re not all like you.
The fanged force is in a lot of pain throughout his arm yet slowly begins to rock his body, trying to find a quick escape. Finally he rolls over in reverse right onto his feet when Orlando stands and swings around under his opponent’s arm, applying a quick arm ringer. He yanks down violently on the arm, almost ripping it from the shoulder socket and causing Faust to drop to his knees. With Faust down Cruze steps in and drives the tip of his elbow into the back of his shoulder. Faust places the arm across his sternum and grimaces in pain while Orlando steps to his side then dropkicks him right to the shoulder. Again Faust is knocked over onto his back, reaching for his arm in pain while he rolls in the direction of the cables.
As Orlando steps towards him Faust sits up and grabs the front of his trunks, falling towards the ropes. He pulls Cruze down and sends him flying through the cables to the outside of the ring where he crashes onto the canvas spine first. A groan emanates from Orlando as he rolls to his feet and reaches for his spine, Faust standing up in the ring, his eyes observing the screaming fans who can tell he’s setting up for a dive. He now bolts across the ring and falls into a baseball slide dropkick only for Orlando to clear out of the way, slipping back into the ring. An angered Faust jumps onto the apron, sticking his head through the ropes as he tries to re-enter the ring. Unfortunately for him Orlando is waiting, reaching out and catching him by his damaged arm. He steps back so that Faust’s ankles are draped over the middle rope with his body hovering above the ring. The Icon now drops into an elevated arm breaker, pulling Faust down off of the ropes with his arm cracking against Orlando’s chest as well as the canvas. He immediately flops onto his back, reaching for his shoulder in a great deal of pain while Cruze crawls into the cover.
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Faust kicks out in time, reaching for his shoulder in the process.
Dan: Faust’s arm continuing to be dissected at the hands of Cruze with a modified divorce court.
Mayne: Pfft, there’s always some long, drawn out psychological match on these shows. What I wouldn’t give for some deviation.
Douglas: You certainly can’t tell as much judging by your commentary.
The shoulder of the Vampire Lord is inflamed with pain as he turns away from Cruze, who again establishes the modified arm bar. He lifts up on Faust’s arm while pushing down on his shoulder, really getting it locked in this time. The flickering eyes of Faust fill with dedication though, refusing to submit in this back and forth encounter. He again begins to rock his body back and forth, trying to find a quick escape from the hold while a solid portion of the crowd supports his efforts. Orlando grits his teeth and puts even more emphasis on the submission yet Faust’s rocking causes him to stand up. He is bent forward over the arm now when Faust shockingly nips up to his feet then falls away from the Icon, pulling him down into an arm drag. Cruze ducks his head and rolls forward across the canvas, getting to his feet then turning towards Faust who nips up to his feet yet again. As soon as he stands he turns towards Orlando who rushes forward into a hard lariat to his throat. Faust goes into a corkscrew, crashing into the canvas back first while Orlando crawls into the cover on him.
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Faust gets his shoulder off of the canvas, kicking out with the crowd screaming.
Mayne: Faust just took the full strength of Orlando’s lariat yet still kicked out, therefore my suffrage continues.
Douglas: As does mine since I have to sit here beside you.
Orlando pushes Faust over onto his knees and then takes hold of his arm, trying to force him down into the crossface when his opponent drops into a forward roll across the canvas. He reaches his feet in front of Orlando who rushes forward only to be caught with a jumping leg lariat to the throat. Orlando crashes onto his back while Faust lands beside him, rolling across his side onto his feet yet again. He now charges into the ropes at Orlando’s side, bouncing off and coming back in when Cruze rolls towards him, causing Faust to have to jump over his opposition. The quick Faust rushes into the opposite cables, bouncing off of them while Orlando stands and charges at him for a shoulder block. However, Faust stops dead in his tracks and bends over backwards into a full matrix pose, causing Orlando’s shoulder to miss him. He now turns around towards Faust who pushes himself up into a headstand with his shins falling on top of his shoulders. The crowd screams as Faust pulls Orlando around into a head scissors, snapping off and sending the Icon flipping forward.
Douglas: Faust getting back into what has thus far been a hell of an encounter here..
Mayne: Damn his agility and speed, it’s such a nuisance. He’s like an ant who you just can’t squash with a rolled up porno magazine.
The Vampire Lord rises while doubled over his arm, watching Cruze aspire to reach his feet as well. As soon as he stands Faust steps up behind him, and grabs hold of his arms, setting up for the Skeleton Key (Vertibreaker). When he stands Orlando flips over backwards though, landing on his feet right behind Faust who turns into position for the Rock Bottom. Cruze catches him across the chest then lifts him into the air when Faust counters, twisting around and wrapping his legs around Orlando’s waists. Cruze wraps his arms about the mid-section of Faust who falls forward to he canvas, pushing himself off of it with his palms, and then reaching in reverse, going for a wheelbarrow bulldog. However, Orlando catches him by the arm, Faust falling to his feet in front of him and now trying to prevent being locked in the crossface. The crowd is screaming as Orlando’s back is pressed to Faust’s ribs, the Vampire Lord suddenly jumping into the air, twisting with his body and wrapping his legs around Cruze’s far shoulder. Shock emanates from the Manhattan Center fans as Orlando is dragged down into a crucifix.
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Orlando kicks out, falling over onto his knees then standing quickly albeit bent forward. Faust rises and bends down over Orlando’s upper back, grabbing his arms then twisting around, pulling Cruze down into a back slide pin.
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Orlando kicks out, dropping over onto his knees in front of Faust, both men quickly getting up. As soon as they stand Faust swallows a hard forearm strike that staggers him before he jumps forward with a shot of his own. Orlando is stumbled by the shot before he turns and delivers a forearm with such force that it sends Faust crashing to the canvas. He rolls over to his feet then jumps forward with a forearm strike that now sends Orlando tumbling off of his feet.
Douglas: Both of these men exchanging equally as vicious blows with one another, taking this match right back to square one.
Mayne: You mean it’s starting over? Sweet Jesus no.
Faust motions for Orlando to stand in a fired up manner, the Icon slowly getting up. The Icon rises when Faust rushes forward for another forearm strike only to have the Icon side step him and get behind the fanged force. He lifts him up into the air and connects with the back drop suplex, planting Faust hard into the canvas. The Vampire Lord begins to convulse while Orlando crawls into the cover.
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Faust gets his shoulder up off of the canvas now with surprising speed. A somewhat flustered Orlando realizes that this match is doing exactly what it is meant to do, taking it’s toll on him, forcing him to try and end this quicker. He grabs Faust around the chin, rolling him to his knees then forcing him to his feet when his opponent lunges forward into a knee strike to his ribs. Cruze doubles over forward while Faust places him in a front chancery then reaches out, hooking Orlando’s leg, setting for the Excalibur (Fisherman Brainbuster). He begins to lift Orlando who shifts his weight and comes right back down onto his feet in front of him. Orlando suddenly goes into a spin and places his back to Faust’s chest, wrapping his arms around his neck then jumping forward into a modified diamond cutter. Faust’s face bounces from Cruze’s shoulder with particular force, leaving both men laid out on their backs.
Douglas: Both Cruze and Faust busting out some very unique counters to one another’s trademark moves.
Billy: Somebody get the advantage already.
Orlando is a little too winded to make the pinfall while Faust rolls away from him to his knees, holding his jaw in pain. A flustered Icon stands up across from him and now rushes forward, looking for a boot to the head perhaps. However, Faust reaches out, catching him by the back of the legs and lifting up on them. Orlando drops onto his back while Faust flips over top of him into the jackknife cover.
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Orlando sits up and sends Faust flipping over backwards, landing on his knees in front of the seated Icon who quickly stands catching his opponent around the head. He stuffs it under his seat then lifts Faust into the air with a powerbomb position, beginning to rush forward only to have his opponent push himself over the cranium of Cruze, landing on his feet gracefully behind him. He rushes into the cables in front of him while Orlando does the same, both men bouncing off and coming back in at one another. They suddenly connect with a double lariat that sends them both crashing to the canvas.
Mayne: Hahaha, what a couple of idiots. They just leveled one another, hopefully they’re knocked out now.
Douglas: Faust and Cruze both had the same idea and it led to devastating results, they’re down and the official has no other alternative but to possibly count them out.
Billy: Yes, that would be nice, as I really don’t want to see either of these two men get a win tonight. They’re misery greatly amuses me.
The referee steps forward and just begins the count when the crowd reacts with disgust at the sight of Pat Evans sliding into the ring. He is quickly flanked by Desolation, Robin Brooks and Hurse.
Douglas: HEY!!
Mayne: Hahaha, yes, yes! It’s the Alpha Generation, plus one.
Dan: What the hell do these four think they’re doing out here!?!
Simultaneously Evans and Hurse commence with stomps to their respective rivals. As a result the official forces himself through great pain to turn and motion for the bell, throwing out what was turning into a great match between Faust and Cruze.
Douglas: Dammit, the referee is throwing out this match thanks to this outside interference! What a crock of….
Mayne: Come on now Dan, don’t say something you’ll regret, just enjoy the violence that continues to escalate this evening.
Strangely Desolation stands on the outside of the ring, watching what is going on inside as Evans continues to stomp repeatedly at the sternum of Faust, who is trying to defend himself even after this grueling one on one encounter he’s been involved in against Cruze. The bell continues to ring in the background while Orlando rolls to his knees and starts to fight back against Hurse, throwing fists into his ribs repeatedly. The World Champion is doubled over in process while Cruze stands and decks him across the face only to have his arms grabbed from behind by Brooks. She pins his arms in place while Hurse rushes forward and punches Cruze with force right across the jaw. The shot knocks Orlando from his feet down to the canvas while Faust is now beginning to come back against Evans. He stands up and headbunts Pat, sending him staggering towards the ropes, falling against them for support. He begins to move towards Pat when Hurse clubs him hard over the back from behind, sending Faust back down to the canvas where he is stomped repeatedly by the World Champion. Finally, with a sadistic smirk on his face, Desolation reaches under the tarp hanging from the apron and withdrawals a solid steel chair wrapped in barbwire and dripping with some type of substance.
Mayne: Oh yes, oh yes!! Desolation had a little toy in waiting for this moment.
Douglas: Oh no, oh no. Somebody has got to stop this!
Desolation steps up onto the apron and slips through the ropes with the soaked chair in hand, motioning for Evans to stand Faust up. Pat takes Faust by the hair and pulls him to his feet, turning him to face the barbwire wrapped chair which is slammed with violent, devastating force right into his face. Faust crashes onto his back with the crowd screaming over what they just witnessed.
Douglas: NOOO!!
Mayne: There goes Faust’s good, yet feminine looks.
Dan: A steel chair wrapped in barbwire bashing in Faust’s face thanks to Pat Evans and Desolation.
Faust crashes onto his back, reaching for his ripped open face and surprisingly trying to get up. All the while Robin has dragged Orlando towards the ropes, leaning him throat first against the second cable for the World Champion. Hurse steps toward and places his hands to the back of Orlando’s head, shoving his throat down into the second rope, choking the life out of him. Orlando is gagging for air while through the curtains now strolls Sallie holding little Becca’s hand. Sallie grins warmly while bending down beside the confused Becca and pointing towards the ring, forcing her to watch as her biological daddy is being strangled by her surrogate father figure. Orlando’s face has transformed to a bright shade of pink as Hurse pulls up on his forehead, ensuring he makes eye contact with Becca on the stage.
Hurse: You see that Orlando, that’s what you threw away! That’s my daughter now!!
Robin nods and smiles while Orlando continues to be choked against the ropes, his match with Faust weakening him far too much to put up a fight.
Douglas: How can Sallie force Becca to watch her own father be assaulted at the hands of the Alpha Generation?
Mayne: That’s not her father, Hurse is her papa now.
Dan: Bullshit!
Sallie now has Becca wave goodbye to Cruze as she is led to the backstage area once again. A desperate, enraged glint inhabits Orlando’s eyes as he continues to be strangled. Faust is somehow standing still with blood now rushing down his features, motioning, nay begging for some more. Desolation grins slightly then tosses the chair to Evans, who snatches it out of the air and reaches into his pocket. The crowd reacts with shock as a lighter ignites the chair, sending it into flames.
Douglas: OH MY GOD!
Mayne: They’ve got a flaming chair! That is so cool.
Pat steadies himself and lifts the flaming chair into the air, grinning maliciously at Faust who is leaning on the ropes for support. Blood drips from his face yet Faust merely licks it off and now roars as he rushes forward right into a shot from the flaming chair.
Douglas: AAAHHHH!!
Mayne: YEEEAAHHH!!
The crowd is screaming as Faust lies on the canvas, covering his face with the palms of his hands and rolling around the ring. Evans stands over him with the flaming chair still in his hands before he steps to the Vampire Lord’s side. He lifts the chair and swings it again, this time downward into Faust’s features.
Dan: Stop this Pat, stop this! What the hell do you think you’re doing!?!
Mayne; It was almost like Faust was asking him to do it.
Pat throws down the flaming chair while gazing down at Faust who still covers his face with his palms, blood gushing from between his fingers. As he backs up Evans grins slightly, amused by what he’s done before Desolation spins him around. The Dark Man and the Submission Champion are eye to eye as Desolation slowly extends his open palm, uncharacteristically looking for a handshake.
Mayne: Alright! What a moment this is, not only are we seeing Faust and Orlando being destroyed, but Evans is about to join the Alpha Generation finally.
Douglas: Where is security, where is help for these two athletes being assaulted in the ring?
The crowd is booing heinously as Faust looks down at the extended palm then back into the Dark Man’s twisted eyes. They both stand there for several moments not budging before Evans turns away from Desolation and begins to stomp at Faust repeatedly. The Dark Man doesn’t look phased by this reaction, just grins mildly.
Mayne: What are you doing Pat? Turn around and shake Desolation’s hand! Confirm your entry into the Alpha Generation.
Douglas: This scene just continues to get more confusing and grotesque by every passing moment.
Hurse and Robin both take hold of Orlando’s arms now, who is barely conscious after being choked against the cables. They drag him to the center of the ring, holding him in position and shouting for Desolation to use the still flaming chair on the Icon. Desolation shrugs, not opposed to doing this as he snatches the steel from the canvas, flames still pouring off the barbwire wrapped around it.
Douglas: No, don’t do this to Cruze, don’t do this to Cruze!
Mayne: Orlando is about to be destroyed just like Faust’s face. End him Desolation, end him!
Desolation looks ready to use the chair with Hurse grinning widely, anticipating his Paranoia opponent’s destruction when Jon Rich tears through the curtains. The crowd reacts with a loud ovation as Jon bolts down the ramp straight towards the ring, coming to the aid of the co-holder of his Tag Team titles and going after Robin Brooks for a second time tonight.
Douglas: It’s Jon! Rich is out for vengeance again tonight.
Mayne: Dammit, not him again.
Robin spots Jon entering the ring, letting go of Orlando’s arm then rushing at him. Jon stands and spears her to the ribs, taking her down to the canvas hard spine first. The fans are going nuts as Jon stands and ducks an attempted shot from the flaming chair, which slips from Desolation’s hand and spills to the outside of the ring. After ducking the shot Jon jumps into the air, spinning around and hitting the World Champion with a spinning heel kick, sending him crashing to the canvas. Jon rolls away from him and then stands, rushing at Desolation who almost decapitates him with a clothesline. The crowd’s reaction drastically changes as Jon almost flips over, crashing off the canvas by the back of his head while Desolation comes down to his knees beside him.
Mayne: Hahahaha, so much for Mr. Rich.
Douglas: Jon’s long time nemesis Desolation leveling him with a brutal lariat.
Evans steps away from the bleeding Faust, who has still yet to reveal his face, stepping towards Jon and beginning to stomp him to the sternum repeatedly. Desolation joins in on this assault now while Hurse and Robin are recovering. They both step towards the kneeling Orlando, beginning to drill him over the back with clubbing blows.
WAKE UP, WAKE UP, WAKE UP!!
The entire arena reacts with a huge ovation as Johnny Kingdom comes rushing down the ramp.
Douglas: KINGDOM RUSHING TO THE RING!
Mayne: WHY!?!
The roof has almost come off the Manhattan Center as Kingdom slides under the ropes as Pat Evans comes charging right at him. Kingdom side steps Pat, grabbing him by the back of the head and throwing him over the top rope. Pat turns inside out and crashes chest first into the top rope. Kingdom now turns as a shocked World Champion rushes at him and eats a right hand. Johnny’s former teammate and friend tumbles to the canvas, rolling across it back to his feet in shock over what is happening. Orlando now stands and pops a distracted Robin across the jaw, knocking her backwards into the ropes. He snaps out of his daze and rushes forward, delivering a lariat that knocks Robin over the ropes to the outside of the ring. Desolation pulls Jon up to his feet and kicks him hard to the jaw, knocking him into the cables now, which he falls against spine first. The Dark Man comes barreling towards him when Jon drops to his back, dragging down on the top rope and causing Desolation to be unable to stop himself as he spills over the cables, falling to the outside.
Douglas: The ring being cleared of the Alpha Generation!
Mayne: This is so not happening!
As soon as Hurse gets up he is grabbed by the back of the head by Kingdom who whips him towards Cruze. Orlando turns, catching Hurse against his shoulder then driving him into the canvas with a vicious spinebuster. Hurse begins to convulse as he rolls across the ring and spills under the ropes, Orlando jumping to his feet and finding himself locking eyes with the Team Leader. Rich gets up and looks back and forth at both men with confliction clear in his features. Faust is being aided by EMTs who have gathered around the far end of the ring, trying desperately to get him to pul his hands away from his face.
Douglas: Did you ever think you’d see this Billy; Kingdom, Cruze and Rich standing together in the ring against the Alpha Generation!
Mayne: Orlando and Johnny standing together is by far the most ridiculous concept I’ve ever heard of.
Rich, Orlando and Kingdom continue to exchange glances between one another, all of them taking heavy breathes while the crowd screams triumphantly.
Sallie: What is this? What the hell is THIS!?!
The reception from the crowd is altered as Sallie now storms through the curtains past Pat Evans who is lying on his side at the top of the stage, glaring at the ring in anger. She also passes Robin who is dragging Hurse up the ramp on his knees, the only person absent from the stage being Desolation, who stands at the bottom of the ramp fuming as he glares at Kingdom. Orlando, Johnny, and Rich all seem amused by Sallie’s anger.
Sallie: I’ve had enough of this chaos! ENOUGH! If you three want some action against the Alpha Generation, you’ll get it next week!
Johnny tilts his head as he glances at Sallie’s outstretched finger, which points at himself, the Icon, and Jon.
Sallie: On the next Riot! you three will pay just as badly as Faust just did, because we’re going to test your little alliance. It’s going to be, Hurse, Desolation and Robin Brooks versus Jon Rich, Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom in a six person tag team match!
The entire arena reacts with a tremendous ovation at the sound of this blockbuster six person tag team main event being booked next week.
Douglas: WOW! What a huge match announced for next week.
Mayne: That is huge! But how will Rich, Kingdom and Cruze coexist as a team against the Alpha Generation?
Dan: That’s a very good question.
Sallie backs up through the curtains while the camera shifts to Desolation glaring penetratingly into the ring, filled with hostility. In the squared circle an awkward glare continues to be exchanged between Cruze, Kingdom, and Rich, realizing they will be forced to depend on each other next week on Riot!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Johnny Kingdom, your end is in sight.
Silencer’s eyes shine out from beneath the blackness that obscures his face as the camera briefly and dramatically passes over them. He is shown throwing a bottle at the front door of Kingdom’s lavish house with Johnny emerging from within, a baseball bat clutched in his palms. The voice over of Dan Douglas can now be heard in the background.
Douglas: This has got to be one of the most personal rivalries that has ever been waged in the IWC.
An archive clip is shown featuring World Champion Kingdom looking down into the face of World Champion Silencer, both men wearing titles over their shoulders as they occupy the ring. It briefly cuts to them located across from one another in the squared circle at Redemption Roe now, their intensity escalating at the mere sight of one another.
Silencer: I ruined your blissful existence and now I’ll end your blissful career.
Douglas: We’re going to see the epic culmination, Kingdom vs. Silencer at Paranoia V!
Savior by 30 Seconds to Mars hits in the background as violent images flood the screen. The first one features Silencer and Kingdom exchanging shots with security desperately trying to pull them apart before switching quickly to an image of the sadistic Silencer beating a fan with a leather strap, then doing the same to Sabre. The video now cuts to Johnny soaring off a turnbuckle with a crossbody onto Silencer and security on the outside of the ring.
Krissie: Johnny, if you can beat Silencer at Paranoia V, then the Boss will reveal himself.
A clip is shown featuring Krissie McMorris standing in the ring with Johnny Kingdom as she announces these huge stipulations. Johnny wears a smug expression on his face as he listens.
Krissie: But if you lose, your career is over for good!
The intense tunes of 30 Seconds to Mars cut back in again as the camera zooms in on the contemplating features of Kingdom. Silencer is shown bludgeoning Ryan Mills with a belt buckle then transferring to the Team Leader standing in the ring and pointing at the Paranoia V emblem hanging above the titontron.
DESOLATION VS. DOMINO
Desolation: ENOUGH GENERIC PARANOIA HYPE!
The Manhattan Center crowd is expressing their rage as Desolation steps back and forth in the ring, a microphone gripped tightly in hand. There is no chance for Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne to welcome back the fans as Desolation seems to be on a tirade over what happened to him before the commercial break, never having left the ringside area.
Desolation: And enough shamefully plugging one of Johnny Kingdom’s brief IWC runs, they’re not that monumental or even remotely interesting. The only thing interesting right now isn’t Paranoia V, isn’t the 6 Man Tag booked next week, it isn’t that Robin and Hurse have left the building to fuck and decide who the man is going to be, and it sure as hell isn’t Kingdom, it’s what I’m going to do to Domino. Bring he/she out here Evermore.
The microphone drops from the Dark Man’s grasp as he continues to stroll back and forth across the ring, seemingly losing his patience.
Mayne: What a way to come back from the break, with a Desolation rant and the announcement that his match with Domino is happening right now!
Douglas: Great, as if it wasn’t bad enough that Domino had to face him tonight, but now she’s got to face off against an agitated Dark Man to boot.
Desolation steps back and forth, only briefly finding solace as he looks down at the blood splattering left on the canvas thanks to his assault on Faust. By the time this match is over with, there may be many more crimson stains in the canvas. Desolation now bends forward with his palms pressed to his knees and his eyes locked on the entry way, his pupils fixated in anticipation of Domino’s arrival. A vicious guitar power chord hits, then bombs downward as the Rumble Roses Project's "Yankee Rose" hits over the loudspeaker as hi-hats and kick-drums hit. A talking guitar begins having a conversation with a woman named Teresa...
"Hey there"
"What?"
"What's goin' on?"
"Why don't we roll up onto the sidewalk and take a look, yeah? ...WHOOOOOAHHHH!"
"WOOOOW!"
"She's BEAUTIFUL..."
(wolf whistle)
"I'm talkin' about a YANKEE ROSE..."
(boisterous laughter)
"OOOH, and she looks WILD..."
"Wild?"
"WILD."
"WILD?"
"WILD!!!"
"WILD!!!!!!!!"
The guitar bombs into the song as Teresa sings, red-white-and-blue sparklers triggering from the top of the big screen and raining down onto the stage, when Domino Rouge makes her entrance, raising her fist in the air triumphantly, Axl Evermore marching out to her side still a bit sweaty from his tag team encounter. Desolation appears amused that Evermore is actually coming out with her, as if his presence makes the slightest bit of difference.
"Are you ready for the new sensation?? Well, here's the shot heard 'ROUND THE WORLD; all you backroom boys SALUTE when the FLAG UNFURLS..."
A USA flag unfurls on the big screen timed to that very comment as Domino salutes towards the ring and heads down the ramp, slapping hands with the front row. She only briefly stops though to glare at Desolation a bit cautiously. Evermore is also glaring at the Dark Man, not taking his eyes off of the vicious violator.
"Guess who's back in circulation; I don't know what you may have HEARD, but what I need RIGHT NOW's the ORIGINAL 'Good Time Girl'! OHHHH..."
Domino runs to the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, quickly rolling herself forward to a kneeling position. She looks up straight into Desolation’s face who has his arms crossed over his sternum, as if he is now amused by her willingness to step into the ring. However, Evermore is quick to step between both the Dark Man and Domino, gingerly backing her into the corner.
"She's a vision from COAST to COAST (coast to coast)...from SEA to SHINING SEA (sea to shining sea)! Hey sister, you're the PERFECT HOST (make a toast)! Show me your BRIGHT LIGHTS..."
Domino leans back and raises her right arm high in rock fingers as the arena lights begin flashing red, white and blue.
"(and your) CITY LIGHTS (all right)! I'm talkin' 'bout a YANKEE ROSE! Your BRIGHT LIGHTS (and your)...CITY LIGHTS (all right)! I'm talkin' 'bout it!"
She hops up to a standing position and heads to a corner at Axl’s behest, leaning against it as she nods her head to the tune of the music, waiting for whatever happens next. Obvious fear resides in her eyes although she tries her best to hide it. Axl stands directly in front of her while glaring at his rival and snapping his fingers for a microphone. It is quickly bestowed to him through the cables by Kaily Wolf.
Mayne: I can’t believe it; Domino actually has the audacity to come out here and compete? She should be cowering in fear backstage, hiding in a locker, under a blanket, anything but coming out here to face a flustered Desolation.
Douglas: She has to Billy, or else Axl Evermore will be fired.
Billy: You say that like it’s a bad thing.
Dan: Axl doesn’t look like he’s willing to let this go down here tonight.
The Dark Man continues to stand in the center of the ring, watching Domino peek over the shoulders of her protector, Evermore slowly lifting a microphone to his mouth.
Axl: Alright, you made your point….
Desolation looks intrigued, tilting his head as he listens yet trying to hide a condescending smirk.
Evermore: You’ve got Domino in the ring and according to the stipulations you dreamed up last week while probably high on a mixture of rubbing alcohol and cough syrup, that’s all she’s obligated to do. This match doesn’t need to happen, and I’m here to make sure that it doesn’t.
This comment further amuses the diabolical Desolation. The confrontational Evermore steps out of the corner, coming closer to his now bitter rival.
Axl: If you want to get to Domino, not to be cliché, but you’ve got to go through me Russell. And we all know the second you lay a finger on yours truly, then the gloves are off and that means you’ve accepted my challenge for a one on one match.
Desolation begins to act nervous, scratching at the back of his head and taking, deep, uneasy breathes. Evermore grows in confidence.
Evermore: That’s the only way you’ll get your hands on Domino tonight. So what’s it going to be Desolation, are you ready to stop hiding behind some ridiculous contract? Are you ready to face me like you have a set of balls that aren’t made of silly putty? Are you ready to prove you have more than a Vienna sausage in your Hello Kitty tighty whities? Come on Desolation, do it, you know you want to. Hit me, Dark Man, hit me and let’s see what your really made of.
Oddly enough Desolation actually looks panicked which causes Domino to grin widely, realizing that Axl has painted him into a corner.
Axl: Here, I’ll make it easy for you Russell…
Axl puts his hands behind his back just like Desolation did last week, leaning forward with his jaw stuck out as far as possible. When the Dark Man fails to seize the opportunity Evermore lifts the mic back to his lips.
Evermore: You’ll never be rid of me until you give in Desolation, until you give in to my demands! So DO IT! HIT ME!
The microphone is lowered to Axl’s side while Desolation takes a long, uneasy breathe, his palm running down his long, intense face. Finally he lifts his own microphone to his lips.
Desolation: Axl, Axl, sweet little naïve Axl. Do you think you could actually back me into a corner, that I wouldn’t plan for this contingency?
Evermore shakes his head, realizing that the Dark Man isn’t going to give him what he wants, that he’ll find another loophole.
Desolation: I outthink you in every conceivable way. There’s no forcing me into giving you what you want, Axl. So instead of allowing you to stand out here any longer and try to reverse the roles we were playing last week, I’m just going to go ahead and have Krissie McMorris’ private security force remove you from the ring.
Axl looks up at the rafters with closed eyes and his head shaking back and forth as Sallie and Krissie’s private security force emerge from the backstage area. A huge force of individuals dressed in full riot gear, including helmets with tinted face shields move down the ramp with batons threateningly gripped in their hands.
Douglas: Come on Desolation, what’s the point of this? You know we all want to see you and Evermore lock it up.
Mayne: Desolation could give a flying fuck about what you want. He’s not going to let Evermore get the better of him, ever.
Domino looks back and forth at Evermore’s spine and the security force moving towards the ring, terrified now at the realization that she will indeed be facing Desolation. The Dark Man approaches Axl, getting almost face to face with him without actually touching.
Desolation: Are you finally starting to understand Evermore? You’re never going to get the best of me. If you used your head even once you’d realize this was coming, that I’d have a counter for your little plot, that I’d have these underpaid security guards just waiting to remove you when you became a nuisance. The fact that you didn’t foresee this, just reaffirms why I should never give you the chance to face me. Now go, get, GET!
Desolation thrusts his finger out towards the entry way as he barks out these orders. Despair overtakes Evermore, his head dropping, staring down at the canvas in a defeated manner then turning to vacate the ring. His feet drag across the canvas as he can’t even bring himself to look at Domino while passing her by. Domino is screaming at him asking what she should do but Axl has no answer, slipping through the ropes onto the apron. He doesn’t even take the time to look back at the ring before dropping to the mats, two particularly large riot security guards stepping to his side and leading him to the backstage area. The other two guards, one large figure, and the other much smaller remain at ringside with their backs pressed to the apron, ensuring no one else can interfere.
Mayne: That’s right, get that stupid son of a bitch out of here. You don’t try and get the better of Desolation, it’s futile to attempt doing so.
Douglas: The Dark Man proving tonight that he was a step ahead of Evermore, who just looks devastated that he couldn’t see this coming, and that now Domino has no other choice but to face Desolation.
Domino is leaning against the top rope, yelling over it as Axl who is led through the curtains to the backstage area much to everyone’s chagrin. Suddenly her hair is grabbed forcefully by Desolation, who yanks her backwards towards the center of the ring as she unleashes a scream.
Douglas: Oh no, don’t do this Desolation, this is appalling, absolutely appalling!
Mayne: Why, it’s not like he’s assaulting a real woman or something.
The crowd is still screaming in anger as Domino’s terrified features turn to face the disturbingly chilling eyes of Desolation. He suddenly lets go of her hair though and reassuringly places his hand on her shoulder, patting it while mouthing the words, “everything is going to be okay.” For a second Domino wants to believe him before Desolation delivers a vicious spinning back first right to the side of her head. The shot echoes through the packed building and causes many of the fans to jump from their feet, shouting vile rhetoric at the smirking Dark Man. Domino falls to the ring, laid across it with fluttering eyes that try to remain open as he/she clings to that last vestige of consciousness.
Douglas: Nooo, for Christ sakes, what are you thinking DESOLATION!?!
Mayne: He’s enjoying himself in there.
Domino is still sprawled out on the ring as Desolation steps to her side, bending forward and glaring into her borderline unconscious face. He suddenly spits right between her eyes then jumps into the air, stomping Domino directly to her/his features. Domino’s body kicks up into the air with the crowd still reacting with outrage while Desolation. He grins slightly and then takes hold of her hair, puling Domino over onto her chest and stomach then stepping behind the poor Domino, who isn’t that experienced of a wrestler to put up a match here against the disturbed former World Champion. Desolation now takes hold of Domino’s legs, tying them around his own as he lifts her up for the Curb Stomp, the crowd still screaming. High pitched squeals emanate from the females in the audience while Desolation nestles his foot between Domino’s shoulder blades, about to finish him/her off already. Strangely though, the Dark Man hesitates.
Douglas: Don’t do this Desolation, please don’t do this!
Mayne: This is what you’ve been waiting to do for a month Desolation, don’t let Domino evade your Curb Stomp yet again.
It strikes Desolation that Axl is probably backstage watching therefore he drops Domino and breaks the Curb Stomp position, not letting her off that easily. He takes Domino by the hair and pulls her up to her feet as she screams, trying to free her locks from his fingers. In a diabolical manner he whips her towards the corner by the hair, Domino turning and hitting it hard spine first, her arms falling over the cables. He/she remains upright as Desolation grins and barrels forward into a big splash only to have Domino move out of the way to a loud reaction. Desolation crashes into the turnbuckle chest first then staggers backwards when Domino jumps to the second rope, springing off and twisting into a crossbody. Domino connects, taking Desolation down to the canvas with the fans going nuts, in disbelief that she’s gotten the better of the Dark Man. Domino looks around with wide eyes then falls into the cover, hoping she’s done enough to pin him.
Douglas: DOMINO GOING FOR THE PIN!
Billy: NO WAY!
The ref drops to make the count with the crowd screaming.
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Desolation pushes Domino off of him, sending her flying through the air then landing on her elbows and knees. He rolls to a standing base then charges forward at Domino who stands and dives in, catching the Dark Man by the back of the pants then pulling him over into a school boy.
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Desolation kicks out again, the crowd screaming while he rushes to his feet, a little angered now. As soon as he steps forward Domino side steps him and catches his arms from behind, desperately trying to pull him down into a back slide pin. However, Desolation buries his feet to the canvas then turns, pulling Domino around to face him before almost ripping her head off with a lariat. Domino crashes into the ring across the back of her/his head, folded up completely while the crowd again reacts with disgust.
Mayne: Hahahaha, so much for Domino’s brief little comeback, aye?
Douglas: What we just saw was the least bit funny, Billy.
Billy: Where’s your sense of humor?
Desolation doesn’t even bother going for the pinfall, instead he rolls Domino over to her feet, standing her up then delivering a vicious open hand slap across her cheek. The fans react with even greater disgust as the slap echoes throughout the arena, Domino turning away from Desolation and staggering into a corner. She falls spine first against it when Desolation steps in and delivers a sickening knife edge chop right across her surgically enhanced bosom Tears of pain stream down her face as she falls out of the corner, covering her chest with her arms. Desolation steps up beside her and kicks her to the head in a toying fashion. Desolation steps forward with a yawn then bends forward, slapping the back of Domino’s head repeatedly.
Desolation: Come on, get up, try to do one of your forced comeback spots.
Domino suddenly throws a punch into Desolation’s ribs, leaning him over forward he is popped to the side of the face with a hard right hand immediately afterwards. He backs up forming a grin then turning and delivering a vicious buzzsaw style kick right to Domino’s skull. She plummets forward into the canvas, lying there motionless, completely incapacitated. The majority of those in the Manhattan Center continue to react with pure disgust over his actions while Desolation slowly approaches her legs, reaching down and taking hold of them. Domino’s legs are now wrapped around his own while he stands straight and yawns.
Desolation: Bored now.
The destructive Dark Man grabs the wrists of Domino, pulling up on them and savoring this moment as he prepares to finally connect with the Curb Stomp. A grin settles across the Dark Man’s face as he relishes this moment, finally ready to finish Domino off once and for all.
Douglas: This has gone too far.
Mayne: Domino’s destruction is now imminent, mwahahahaha. Oh God, my diabolical laughter just gave me a migraine.
The sadistic Desolation begins to push down with his foot in order to drive Domino’s face against the canvas, possibly obliterating her/his features when a baton cracks over his back. The fans are shocked at the sight of the smaller security guard who remained at ringside, attacking the Dark Man with his nightstick.
Mayne: HEY!!
Douglas: One of the security guards is stopping Desolation, I suppose even he couldn’t stand what he was seeing.
Desolation arches his back and staggers forward from the shot before receiving yet another blow between the shoulder blades from the baton. The guard clad in riot gear reaches up, removing his helmet now and pulling back his protective face shield to reveal himself as Max Craven.
Douglas: It’s Max! Max Craven was hiding behind that riot gear this entire time!
Mayne: Yowzers! Damn, when did I turn into Inspector Gadget? Is Max crazy though, he’s incurring Desolation’s wrath.
Desolation spins around as the baton is swung at his face again, this time getting his knee up right into the somewhat padded mid-section of Craven. Max is doubled over as Desolation slugs him to the side of the face, then does so again turning to get a running start now. As soon as he spins around and rushes at the cables, he walks right into a big boot from the larger security guard decked out in full riot protection gear. Desolation crashes to his back while the massive figure takes off his helmet, showing his face as that of JT Knight.
Mayne: AHHH! THIS WAS A CONSPIRACY!
Douglas: Axl knew Desolation was going to use Krissie’s security force, so he switched them out with his friends, all of which have a bone to pick with the Dark Man.
Billy: This isn’t right, Desolation was set up!
Dan: For once Axl Evermore and Fully Loaded have out thought the Dark Man.
Even after taking the brutal big boot Desolation rolls to his knees and starts to get up only to have Max swing the baton directly into his ribs. Desolation is doubled over, wrapping his arms around his ribs while Knight steps up to his side, delivering a shot with his baton straight to the upper back of the former World Champion. Desolation turns away from him while Domino starts to stand up, staggering and stumbling around, Max tossing her an extra baton he’s retrieved from his belt. In her disorientated condition Domino catches it then drives the very edge of it into Desolation’s chin.
Billy: This isn’t right, this isn’t right! Desolation is being assaulted by three different people.
Douglas: Three people he’s tormented and screwed over during the past couple of months, he’s paying for what he’s done to all of these individuals tenfold.
Desolation is struck again by Knight with the baton into the shoulder, causing him to turn right into Craven who lays him out with a sickening shot right to the forehead. Desolation tumbles onto his back with Craven, Knight and Domino standing over him wearing smiles on their faces, deriving some satisfaction from their revenge. To a loud ovation now Axl Evermore emerges from the curtains and jogs towards the ring with a smile on his face.
Mayne: There’s the son of a bitch responsible for this set up!
Douglas: Evermore played this off masterfully.
Axl now hops onto the apron, leaning chest first against the top rope. His eyes take great joy in watching as Desolation is walloped from all sides with batons from every person he’s wronged over the past couple of weeks. Max, Domino and JT Knight strike every inch of his frame over and over again before turning him onto his knees, Craven sticking his baton under Desolation’s chin to hold his face up. He is only somewhat conscious as he spots Evermore now standing on the apron, leaning over the ropes with a huge grin on his face.
Evermore: You were saying?
Those packed into the Manhattan Center now explode into cheers as Craven allows Desolation to fall to the canvas across his sternum. Evermore’s compatriots stroll around the laid out Dark Man now, Domino stopping only briefly to stomp Desolation to the posterior. They all slide through the ropes onto the apron beside Evermore, everyone taking one last look at the individual they’ve pummeled with their batons. Desolation pushes himself up onto his elbows desperately, his eyes brightly enflamed by what just happened.
Douglas: What another shocking turn of events here tonight on Riot! Desolation being forced to suffer for his sins. It’s about time Evermore got the better of this bastard.
Mayne: Oh he’s going to pay, oh how he’s going to suffer! Everyone of these conspirators are in for hell when Desolation recovers.
All four individuals drop off the apron in synchronism before moving up the ramp. Only Evermore keeps his eyes locked on the ring though, backing up the ramp and watching as Desolation writhes on the canvas. As Domino is assisted up the ramp by Max, the Dark Man regains some functionality, looking up slowly into the eyes of Axl. Saliva seeps from the corner of the former World Champion’s mouth as his skin pulsates, planning exactly what he is going to do to the smiling Evermore. Strangely a grin begins to come to Desolation’s face, a truly disturbing, diabolical smile, mouthing some words rather dramatically.
Desolation: Finally.
MAN OF THE HOUSE
Again the features of Susie Moore come into the camera’s frame, timidly glancing to her side. She cowers away from the figure who is present off camera, as if he’s truly threatening at this time. As she stands in front of the IWC symbol in the standard interview area her lower lip trembles in fear, the microphone shaking in the palm of her hand.
Susie: Um, ladies, gentlemen, it’s me again, it’s um, uh, shit, what is my name again?
Susie looks genuinely panicked, wanting to get this interview over as soon as possible when a trash can flies into the set behind her. She gets out of the way as the steel bashes against the set and all the contents within spill out across the floor.
Pat Evans: Who does that son of a bitch think he is!?!
Those packed into the Manhattan Center react with anger at the sight of Pat Evans storming into the interview area with his skin a bright shade of red. Actual emotion is depicted in his eyes for once, albeit a very negative, vengeful emotion. Susie keeps her distance yet has to make sure her microphone remains in front of Pat Evans’ lips, to catch vile rhetoric that he produces. With eyes full of passion and intensity he speaks, his words cruel and threatening.
Evans: Are you clinically insane Kingdom!?!
The crowd has a loud response at the mention of the Team Leader’s name, which only further escalates Pat’s hostility.
Pat: Have you lost your mind? Your getting yourself into issues that don’t involve you, and more importantly, your really starting to get on my nerves.
His words come out through a grit of his teeth that causes saliva to splatter across the camera lens.
Evans: You caught me at a really bad time Johnny, and as a result, I don’t know what I’m going to be capable of doing to you in that ring tonight. I can guarantee you this much though, Johnny, what happens to you will be far worse than what I did to Faust. You, just like he, will be carted out of this building and regret interfering in business that doesn’t involve you! The fact that you waltz in here and act like you own the place simply because your considered a legend, and can push around guys like me who have been busting their asses week in and week out is no longer tolerable.
The Submission Champion steps even closer to the camera, so that his features and words pack more of a threatening impact.
Pat: You may have been a World Champion, Johnny, but that was like three years ago. Nobody gives a shit anymore, and after I finish you off tonight, you’ll be just as forgotten as all of your accomplishments.
Evans slaps the microphone out of his face and takes several deep breathes while continuing to glare into the camera. Finally he turns and storms out of frame, leaving behind a fearful Susie. She steps forward and fans herself off with her hand, cooling down after that heated exchange. With a slight sweat beading down her forehead she glances towards the camera to make a standard parting comment.
Susie: I’m not going to complain about getting this much airtime, but would someone seriously give me like a rape whistle or whatever for protection?
Her head now turns to watch Pat Evans storming down the hallway, ready to viciously assault Johnny Kingdom. The camera follows her gaze, situated on Pat’s back as he steps past a table, stopping to knock the contents off of it. Strangely, as he steps past an adjacent hallway, a figure emerges from it. He steps into the hallway Evans is storming down, watching him walk away with a Singapore cane placed over his shoulder. When his features turn towards the camera, the smirking painted face of Silencer comes into view.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
We condone overselling, when it’s funny. This has been a public service announcement from the IWC
DENILE PARTIS VS. PSYCHO
The show returns to ringside where Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne are seated, stewing in quiet anticipation.
Billy: Welcome back to ringside peeps, on a night that has simply been, well, batshit insane?
Douglas: I think that’s a good description given what we just witnessed.
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 while a brace is noticeably seen wrapped around his neck... He walks menacingly down to the ring with an icy cold glare in his eyes. The fire now ignites all the way down the ramp as he walks down the fiery corridor towards the ring. He slides into the ring underneath the ropes and de-robes himself, he throws the garment over the ropes to the outside and crouches down in the corner and grasps his hands together and waits...
Douglas: Psycho sporting the effects of that plummet through a table from last week at the hands of Riggs. In what was a completely unexplained assault that cost Psycho the possibility of winning back the Cartel Championship.
Mayne: That was one of literally a dozen shockers last week, and yet another surprise that has gone completely unexplained.
Dan: I thought maybe we’d get some answers tonight during Riggs’ match with Aurora, but he failed to explain anything. I guess we won’t get answers until Psycho puts his hands on Riggs and beats a confession out of the mysterious competitor.
Billy: Yeah, fat chance of that happening, especially now that Psycho has got an injured neck. What a true idiot he is for competing here tonight with that injury.
Psycho reaches for his neck in discomfort while his ravenous, rage imbued eyes focus on the entry way in anticipation of his opponent’s arrival. 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 rolls under the bottom rope and moves around the ring getting ready for his fight.
Douglas: Partis finding his way to the ring tonight, this time without a giant foam finger.
Mayne: That’s rather surprising, but lucky for the fans he didn’t mistakenly plant himself in the front row or make some other egregious error, such as mistaking their laps for a urinal.
Douglas: He’s not you Billy.
Billy: I was high on pain killers dammit, and it was that fat woman’s fault for having such bowl like legs and pale, porcelain skin.
Partis spins in a circle when Psycho barrels across the ring right into a knee lift to Denile’s mid-section, lifting him up off of his feet and throwing him backwards. He lands on his elbows and knees while the maniacal, infuriated Psycho steps in and takes Partis by the back of the head, forcing him up to his feet then hooking him up under the arm. Denile is shocked as he’s charged forward by the ever aggressive Psycho and thrown across the ring with a hip toss. The nimble Partis catches tremendous height then tumbles spine first into the ring. He bounces off of the ring and arches his back as he turns over onto his elbows and knees. Just as he gets into this crawling base Psycho rushes forward with a powerful kick right to Denile’s ribs, lifting him up off of his feet and sending him flying through the ropes onto the apron.
Douglas: Psycho channeling his primal rage against Partis! He is assaulting him viciously right from the onslaught of this encounter.
Mayne: Oh, same grumpy old Psycho, always pissed at someone.
A startled Partis is rising to his feet, wondering what the hell he’s gotten himself into the middle of while Psycho storms towards him. Denile now bends forward and drives his shoulder through the cables into Psycho’s ribs, doubling him over forward. He reaches for his neck in a bit of pain while Partis takes hold of the top rope and pulls himself over it, twisting his body around and burying his knees into the Sadistic Savage’s sternum. He falls to his back and pulls Psycho’s chest down into his knees, causing his vicious opponent to stand up and stagger in reverse into the corner. He falls against it for support while Partis rises to his feet and fights through the pain that has been inflicted on him, now barreling towards the Sadistic One and jumping into the air. He twists around into a spinning heel kick to Psycho’s sternum. It connects as Partis flies over his opponent and twists around so that he lands feet first on the apron. The blow sends the Sadistic One staggering forward and gripping at his face when Denile takes the top rope, springing to it and then flying forward. Psycho turns around and catches Partis across his sternum, spinning him around into a vicious powerslam.
Douglas: Partis was answering back with a nice offensive combination but Psycho with that raw power and intensity just snatches him out of the air and slams him back down to the canvas.
Mayne: This is such an uneven match, Psycho is lard ass and Denile is lighter than a pencil.
Psycho drags Denile to his knees then forces him to his feet, whipping him right into one of the turnbuckles. Partis slams spine first against the corner when Psycho comes barreling across the ring and engulfs him with a big splash. Psycho steps back and allows Partis to drop out of the corner with an incredibly dazed expression on his face. As he tumbles to the canvas Psycho steps to his side and grabs him around the neck. He forces him up to his feet and then lifts him into the air, sitting him on the top rope.
Douglas: Uh oh, Psycho looking to destroy Partis already.
Mayne: Oh well, Denile should have known better than to collide with such a brute. The guy is literally smaller than a Leprechaun, and twice as ugly. Bazziinnng.
Psycho steps forward towards the seated Partis when Denile catches him with a boot to the face. The strike causes the Sadistic One to stagger backwards towards the center of the ring when Partis stands on the second rope and launches himself off. He turns his back towards Psycho and reaches in reverse, wrapping his legs around his opponent’s waist then pulling him down into a forward roll. He sits on his sternum and pulls down on the back of his legs to the shock of many in the arena.
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Psycho kicks out, sending Partis rolling over backwards onto his feet. All the while his opposition rolls to his feet and attempts to stand up when Partis lunges forward with a pump kick right to the Sadistic One’s face. Psycho is knocked onto his back while Partis turns his spine towards his hefty opponent. He now flips over backwards into a standing moonsault, hitting it perfectly while hooking Psycho’s leg.
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Despite the condition of his neck Psycho presses Partis off of him. As soon as he sits up Partis steps up behind him and delivers a hard stomp right to the back of the head, more to the neck area that anywhere else. The Sadistic One turns over onto his knees as Partis now slaps on a neck cravat, twisting at the cranium of his opposition. The hold rips and tears at the muscles in Psycho’s neck as he reaches up and tries to pry the arms away, gritting his teeth throughout the process.
Mayne: Are you kidding me? Partis is actually going to work on the neck. He knows psychology?
Douglas: Yes, why must you be so surprised? Partis has constantly shown himself to possess overwhelming technical abilities.
Billy: He doesn’t even know what city he’s in.
The behemoth that is Psycho begins to force himself upwards while Denile twists and rips at his neck with all of his upper body strength. Even with the brace supporting his neck muscles and his spinal column the former Cartel Champion forces himself up to his feet and now goes into a full spin, freeing himself. He turns towards Partis and takes him around the wrist, pulling him forward into his shoulders. He has him in the fireman’s carry when Denile pushes himself around almost immediately, taking him around the neck then dropping down into a devastating DDT. Psycho’s cranium collides with the ring as he now rolls onto his back, Denile crawling with quickness into the cover.
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Psycho launches his shoulder from the ring yet again, forcing Partis to sit up with a flustered expression residing on his twisted features. He stands up quickly though and steps across the ring in the direction of the cables, slipping through them then scaling the corner. He gets to the top rope with Psycho laid out before him and now takes flight, flipping through the air with a 450 splash only to turn it into a senton bomb, nailing the 620 variation. The crowd reacts with screams, shocked by the aerial display by Partis which leaves Psycho curling into a fetal position and roaring in pain. Denile turns, crawling into the cover yet again, hoping he finally has enough to get the win.
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Again Psycho kicks out, grimacing in pain throughout his neck as he turns away from the seated Partis.
Douglas: A beautiful aerial move just nailed by Partis, but it still isn’t enough to finish off Psycho, who is really feeding off the rage of the circumstances that have befallen him over the past few weeks.
Mayne: He’s prolonging yet another eventual loss is all.
Dan: You have zero faith in anyone.
Billy: Not true, I whole heartedly have faith in myself, especially when in the sack with a hot little number.
Douglas: Unfortunately that doesn’t happen often enough to test your confidence in yourself.
Psycho gets to his elbows and knees, trying to stand up when Partis takes him around the neck yet again, beginning to twist at it with the cravat. He quickly changes it up though, stepping behind the former Cartel Champion and bending his head over backwards into a dragon sleeper. Some actual confidence seems to be building beneath Partis’ otherwise befuddled eyes as he puts a great deal of exertion into the hold. Psycho grits his teeth and tries to force himself upwards, Partis putting all of his energy into the hold at this point. He has Psycho completely bent over backwards as the savage reaches his feet, the crowd clapping loudly in support of him. However, Partis has other ideas as he drops down into a layout reverse DDT, the back of his opponent’s head crashing with force against the canvas. He sits up reaching for his braced neck while Denile stands, jumping into the air and dropkicking him to the back of his injured body part. Psycho begins to convulse, dropping to the canvas then rolling across it in a tremendous amount of pain.
The quick Partis rises to his feet and steps over Psycho’s back, pulling his head up and placing him in a camel clutch at this point. Many of the fans almost find it comical for a man of Denile’s extremely tiny proportions to be dominating his much larger opponent, yet it’s easier to swallow given the terrible shape of Psycho’s neck. Nevertheless he again tries to find an escape from this hold, attempting to rise to his feet.
Mayne: Partis staying on the neck, it’s nice to see him being a little more vicious than usual.
Douglas: Unfortunately it’s not a case of being vicious, it’s just that Psycho has a huge bullseye on his neck because of that required brace. But they wouldn’t allow him to compete in this match without it.
Billy: Do medics or doctors know how completely ignorant that is, or are they just wanting to give Psycho’s opponents something to target so that when he gets further injured they’ll make more money? I guess I’m not the only one amused by the suffrage of others.
The Sadistic One is forcing himself up to his feet with Partis seated on his back, bending forward and wrapping his arms around his braced neck. He maintains the sleeper hold position, hanging from Psycho’s back as he tries desperately to force the submission, yet the Sadistic Savage will not give up. He stands tall now and begins to rush backwards with Partis still holding on, driving Denile spine first right against the turnbuckle. A groan emanates from Denile yet he maintains the hold as Psycho steps out of the corner then drops back. He falls with all of his weight coming down on top of his opponent, who is squished beneath him. Partis begins to agonize while Psycho rolls off of him, his eyes fluttering as they attempt to remain open. He slowly spins around and crawls towards Partis who is in the process of working his way to his feet. As he gets within inches of him Denile lunges into the air, looking to drop a leg to the back of the injured neck. Psycho gets to his knees and avoids it, causing Partis to crash onto his seat and call out in pain. He slowly turns over onto his knees now and stands up, stepping towards Psycho who is on his back and dropping an elbow right at him. Psycho rolls out of the way of it as well, causing Partis’ elbow to hit the ring as he now sits up and agonizes.
Douglas: Psycho avoiding the quick and crafty Partis.
Mayne: Constantly being on the defensive isn’t going to win you a match though.
The demented psychopath gets up slowly while Partis stands in front of him and now rushes forward, going for a step up enzugari to the back of the neck. Psycho ducks the foot though and causes Partis to land on his elbows and knees in front of him. Now the burly beast lunges into the air and drops the full weight of his spine into Denile’s back, connecting with the senton splash. Both men begin to shake and writhe in anguish as a result of this, Psycho gripping at his neck while Denile clutches at his lower back. The Sadistic Savage turns to his knees slowly with his furious eyes focused on the agonizing Partis, completely unaware now that a familiar figure has strolled through the crowd and stands behind the barricade. The fans have a very mixed reaction at the sight of Riggs located behind the steel, turning his head in a methodical, somewhat maniacal manner as he observes Psycho in the ring.
Mayne: Well, well, looks like Psycho has a very interested observer. I guess there’s a first time for everything.
Douglas: With the exception of the loss of your virginity. Riggs, the very same man who sent Psycho tumbling through the table last week is now standing behind the barricade and his eyes are locked on the action inside of the ring. This cannot be good for the Sadistic One.
Still gripping at his neck Psycho stands and approaches Partis who is trying to get up. As soon as he gets within a few inches of him though Denile dives forward, the top of his head driven into the Sadistic One’s ribs. This doubles his opponent over forward as Denile stands, blocking the pain in his back as he rushes at the ropes in front of his opposition and springs to the second cable. He takes flight, twisting in mid-air and flying at Psycho who catches him across the chest, shoving him down into a standing STO. Partis crashes into the canvas across the back of his head and shoulders, flipping over in reverse onto his elbows and knees while Psycho takes him around the head, shoving it under his seat. He wraps his arms around Denile’s waist then lifts him up into the air into a vicious powerbomb, leaning down into the back of Partis’ legs for further emphasis. Riggs tilts his head, looking mildly, only mildly mind you, impressed.
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Partis lobs his shoulder from the canvas, kicking out just in the nick of time but infuriating the Sadistic One enough to step over his back and hook his arm. He has him in a half nelson as he lifts Partis up off of the canvas and onto his feet then drops back, throwing him opponent through the air. Partis flips over, crashing into the ring across the back of his neck then flipping over in reverse onto his knees, standing up on instinct alone in a truly dazed condition. Psycho stands up and turns, spotting Partis on his feet then rushing forward with a roar, drilling Denile right to the face with a big running boot. The blow takes Denile off of his feet and sends him crashing into the canvas across the back of his head and neck.
Douglas: Ouch, what a boot right to the face of Partis. It turned him completely inside out!
Mayne: Well isn’t this nice? We’ve got ourselves another match that’s trying to be a show stealer. When will this insanity end?
A traumatized Psycho turns onto his elbows and knees, about to crawl into the cover on the down Denile before his eyes shift to the painted features of Rigs, finally spotting him. Almost immediately his features transform to a dark shade of red and begin to tremble with outright intensity. He slowly gets to his feet while Riggs wears a falsely sympathetic expression. As Psycho gets to his feet and approaches the ropes he leans over them, casting his finger directly into the painted features of the individual who screwed him out of the Cartel Championship. Suddenly Denile spins Psycho around, kicking him to the gut and placing him in a front chancery, calling out for the Roses (Twist of Fate). He swings around to hit it when Psycho pulls his head free, taking Partis around the neck then snapping back into the Psychotic Episode.
Douglas: The Psychotic Episode!!
Mayne: I guess Riggs being here has lit a Bunsen burner under Psycho’s ample butt cheeks.
Psycho turns on his knees, dragging Denile along with him, pulling him to his feet then snapping back into yet another Psychotic Episode. Partis crashes into the canvas across the back of his neck a second time before the Sadistic One stands, delivering a third Psychotic Episode. Finally, Partis roars in pain and shouts out the words “I Quit!” The crowd responds with a loud ovation as Psycho immediately releases Denile, sitting up and reaching for his braced neck in pain.
Douglas: Partis submits to the Psychotic Episode.
Mayne: I think he’s the first person to do that in like three years. I completely even forgot what the Psychotic Episode really was.
As the bell sounds Psycho rolls across the ring, under the ropes and to the mats, slowly approaching the barricade that the disturbed Riggs lurks behind.
Billy: Hey now Psycho, don’t get too big for your breeches, and seeing as he already shops at the big and husky store I imagine he’s done that quite a few times.
Psycho steadily approaches Riggs on the outside of the ring who beams an apathetic expression in the direction of the former World Champion. Both men breathe heavily as Psycho nears him, ready to unleash all of his animalistic tendencies on the dark, mysterious figure who has caused him such torment in such a short amount of time.
Douglas: It looks like Riggs and Psycho are about to go at it after what happened on the last Riot! And just like I said earlier, I hope Psycho beats a confession out of this man.
Mayne: Come off it now, if anyone is going to receive a beat-down it’s Psycho, and he deserves it, for well, being Psycho.
Dan: These monsters are about to collide right here and right now ladies and gentlemen.
Psycho is almost nose to nose with Riggs as he fumes with hostility when…
I HOPE YOU’RE SATISFIED
These words are screamed over the PA system before the entrance music of General Manager AWOL follows. A loud mixed reaction can be heard from the crowd, many of them perplexed over this tune playing throughout the PA system, unsure of why it is airing now.
Douglas: What is this all about now? Why is GM AWOL coming out here?
Mayne: Isn’t AWOL allowed to grace us with his presence occasionally? Well, actually, probably not, as I’m not sure I can listen to his long winded spiels without becoming suicidal.
Dan: As if you need actual motivation to become suicidal.
As AWOL emerges through the curtains, clad in a nice suit and sauntering towards the ring, Psycho turns to stare at him with vicious intent lurking in his eyes. They are filled with passion and hostility at the sight of AWOL, the man he challenged several weeks ago, who without any caution continues down the ramp. However, he quickly realizes that he’s been distracted, turning back towards Riggs who has snatched a chair from the front row, turning it long ways then driving the edge right into Psycho’s throat. The fans react with repulsion as Psycho immediately tumbles onto his back, reaching for his braced neck and stomping his heels.
Douglas: DAMMIT NO!
Mayne: Riggs just hit Psycho right in his injured neck with that chair! Maybe it will make his voice more masculine.
The Sadistic One gags as he turns onto his knees, trying to stand up with his hands cupping the brace about his neck. However, Riggs steps over the barricade and moves to his side, slamming a chair straight over his back. Psycho writhes in anguish as AWOL now reaches the end of the ramp, towering over the Sadistic One. In a groggy condition Psycho tries to turn his aching neck to look up into the face of the General Manager, who merely smiles with delight. As the former Cartel Champion reaches up to get his hands on his former mentor, another steel chair shot sends shockwaves of pain throughout his upper back. As a result of this Psycho is knocked to his sternum, lying there in horrid agony. AWOL now slowly looks up into the face of Riggs who sends a twisted gaze back into the face of the GM.
Douglas: Hold here a second, what is this all about?
Mayne: Uh oh, I think we’re finally figuring out what AWOL meant when he claimed that Psycho was in for a lot of fun. Although by fun I assumed it would have something to do with line dancing.
Riggs and AWOL continue to glare at one another awkwardly at first before the General Manager forms a sly smirk across his face. He slowly lifts his hand into the air as Riggs extends his own, both men shaking them together over top of the laid out Sadistic One. He is barely moving after those chair shots which have sent a great deal of pain flowing through his neck.
Dan: Oh no, I hate to say it, but your right Billy. This must have been part of AWOL’s plan, the re-emergence of Riggs, and the screwjob that was perpetuated last week that robbed Psycho of his Cartel title opportunity. Riggs has been working in league with the General Manager this entire time.
Mayne: What a masterful stroke of genius by both of these men. Riggs found his redeemer, and AWOL is getting his revenge on Psycho for not following orders all those months ago as it relates to Robin.
Both Riggs and AWOL continue to shake hands when the GM finally breaks away by bending down and grabbing the brace around Psycho’s neck. He quickly rips it off and throws it into the stands, the fans screaming as a result while AWOL places his foot on top of Psycho’s head, holding it in position. Riggs steps to the laid out Psycho’s side and lifts the chair into the air, swinging it with violent force right over the injured neck of the former Cartel Champion.
Douglas: NOOOOO!!
Mayne: If Psycho’s neck wasn’t hurt before, I dare say it’s destroyed now.
Dan: These two men may have just ended Psycho’s career with that one fatal chair shot.
The disturbed Riggs drops down onto his knees beside the convulsing Psycho, his face hovering over the head of his now unconscious opponent. He grabs him by the hair and holds his head up, twisting and turning his cranium as he glares into the fluttering eyes of the Sadistic One. AWOL bends down with his hands on his knees, observing this destruction as well.
Riggs: You should have followed the path that AWOL set you on Psycho. Maybe then the man who offered me my redemption, would have been a little lighter on your death sentence.
Riggs drops the head of Psycho while AWOL chuckles menacingly to himself. The gothic Riggs rises to his feet and steps to AWOL’s side who pats him supportively on the shoulder. He now reaches down and takes Riggs by the wrist, lifting his arm up high and pointing towards him while the shadowy sadist glares down upon the possibly permanently injured Psycho. AWOL’s eyes twinkle with the prospect that Psycho’s career may be over, and that his former pupil is truly suffering for his apparent betrayal.
REDEMPTION?
A mirror reflects the downtrodden face of Aurora Rose. A reflection she can barely find herself to so much as glimpse at. She leans forward with her palms pressed to a counter in the vacant female lockeroom, still breathing hard from her earlier encounter with Riggs, and devastated by the outcome. With her eyes only half opened she begins to look up at her reflection only to find herself jarred by the presence of Nathan Creed. The fans rejoice throughout the Manhattan Center as Nathan watches Aurora’s astonished reaction. She turns; hand pressed over heart and gasps at the sight of Creed.
Creed: Through feeling sorry for yourself?
Clearly Aurora wasn’t prepared for such a question, responding with anger.
Aurora: Are you allowed to be in here? This is the women’s lockeroom.
Creed blinks his eyes yet displays no other physical reaction.
Nathan: Why is there a female lockeroom when there’s only two women on the roster?
For some reason Aurora had never stopped to ask herself this question, therefore she can only shrug her shoulders as an answer. Nathan carelessly steps to Aurora’s side now, crossing his arms and placing his back to the same counter she’s leaning against.
Nathan: I didn’t come back here to ask rhetorical questions.
Rose: Then why are you here?
Her voice is harsh and demanding, making Nathan smile only slightly.
Creed: Because I’ve been watching you lately Aurora, I’ve kept my eye on you.
Aurora: Say no more, I’ve already dealt with enough stalkers for one lifetime.
She motions for him to leave before Nathan chuckles.
Nathan: No, not that type of watching Aurora, I mean I’ve been scouting you.
Rose: Scouting me?
Creed: Yes, because I want you to be the first person to join team Creed for that eight person tag match against Jackson’s team at Paranoia V. I seem to recall that you and Adams are no strangers to one another.
Aurora is more confused than flattered by such an offer, yet it dawns on her that the last thing she should be doing is getting herself affiliated with others.
Aurora: Have you not noticed how many times I’ve lost lately, Creed? Maybe you should be asking someone else to team with you, someone more reliable?
Nathan shakes his head immediately.
Nathan: Nope, I think your one of the best choices.
This reply leaves Aurora dumbfounded.
Aurora: Are you sure you realize who your talking to?
Nathan: Of course Aurora. Think about it, we’ve both been in this company for a long time, and we’ve been at odds on numerous occasions, yet despite the outcome, despite all that’s happened to you, you’ve stuck it out. Aurora, you refuse to be bested, you refuse to give up, and that’s exactly the type of person I need on my team. I’m offering you a shot at redemption here Aurora, to make up for the mistakes you made when you were manipulated by Evans. I’m extending the olive branch here, so just think about it, please.
Creed tilts his head so that he can look up into the lowered face of Aurora. The sincerity on Creed’s part touches Aurora, who had abandoned hope of finding those on the IWC roster who still had hope for her.
Aurora: Okay, I’ll think about it.
Nathan: You know where to find me when you make up your mind.
A tired Creed steps forward in the direction of the door then stops and takes one last look at Aurora, who is turning to face her reflection in the mirror. She now has the courage to look into the eyes that are reflected back at her. Creed smiles slightly, opens the door and steps out into the hallway, marching off towards an unknown destination. As the door closes, Krissie McMorris is revealed standing behind it. The Manhattan Center crowd boos viciously while Krissie leans shoulder first against the hallway wall, watching Creed walk away unaware of her presence. Her face is twisted into a pouting, angered expression. Clearly she had been eavesdropping on the conversation between her former lover, and Aurora Rose and she does not like what she heard.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
EARLIER TONIGHT
The show comes back from commercial break with a frozen image of Faust loaded on top of a stretcher with concerned EMTs surrounding him. A towel is placed over his face with blood noticeably leaking through it. The video finally comes to life, featuring the EMTs anxiously wheeling Faust up the ramp on the stretcher and towards the curtains. Obviously they need to get him to the hospital and do so pronto.
Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, if your just joining us, which is pretty stupid considering we’re like five seconds away from our main event, then you missed a positively grizzly act earlier tonight, which resulted in who knows how much damage being done to Faust.
The EMTs are shown pushing him through the curtains as the fans cheer loudly; glad to see that he could be moved without incident.
Mayne: Pat Evans sent a message to Faust earlier tonight, the loudest and clearest message one can send. With the help of Desolation, he demonstrated that you don’t mess with the Submission Champion.
Dan: What a violent night this has been, Faust wasn’t the only one taken out of here via medical help. Psycho was just assaulted as well and rendered incapable of leaving the building of his own accord given the shocking beat-down on his neck at the hands of Riggs and AWOL.
Mayne: And don’t forget the disgusting assault on Desolation. I tell you a few people are going to suffer dearly for that one. Also, in regards to the assault on Faust, you heard what Evans had to say earlier, even that beatdown will not be comparable to what he does to Johnny Kingdom tonight.
Douglas: The main event is next ladies and gentlemen, and something tells me we’re going to see violence, personified.
PAT EVANS VS. JOHNNY KINGDOM
As the fans settle down from what has occurred throughout the night the camera suddenly shifts to the entry way as “Outsider” begins to play. The crowd responds with outright negativity at the sight of Pat Evans’ maniacal eyes inhabiting the titontron, and with little wait the Submission Champion marches out onto the stage. A very intense aurora inhabits his maniacal gaze which locks on the ring, starting towards it at a brisk pace.
Douglas: Pat Evans prepared to compete in perhaps his biggest match to date here in the IWC, as he collides one on one with Johnny Kingdom, and boy is he ever fired up.
Mayne: And what makes it so huge is the possibility that he’ll effectively end Kingdom’s career permanently.
Dan: He has the chance to succeed where Nathan Creed and Aurora Rose failed. Speaking of Aurora, she is yet again absent from Pat’s side here tonight, and I wonder if it will provide any type of distraction, especially given the conversation she just had with Nathan Creed backstage.
Pat steps up the stairs and onto the apron before sliding through the ropes and carelessly throwing his belt to the official. He quickly turns around and bends forward with his hands pressed to his knees, ravenous eyes locked on the entry way in anticipation of Kingdom’s arrival.
Billy: Ewww, Pat looks even more fired up than usual, Kingdom is in for a world of pain. Much worse pain than one could derive from listening to a Britney Spears album.
Douglas: Don’t make me cringe Billy.
The intensity in Pat’s eyes only escalates as “Wake Up” by the Lost Prophets hits the PA system, sending everyone in the arena into a loud uproar. The packed Manhattan Center rejoices at the sight of the Team Leader sauntering rather casually out onto the stage. His eyes cut back and forth, examining the fans who are cheering so loudly for him with confusion, not quite use to such a roof blowing response. He steps down the ramp now while Evans is swaying back and forth in anticipation, his hands still pressed to his knees as rage fills him at the sight of the Team Leader.
Douglas: Here he is ladies and gentlemen, the longest reigning World Champion in IWC history, Johnny Kingdom!
Mayne: And these fans have finally pulled their collective heads from their asses and realized what a joy it is to have him back.
Dan: I wouldn’t necessarily call it a joy, but I will say it’s been a treat to watch Kingdom return and collide with some top notch talents, and what a match it should be that we’ve learned about next week.
Mayne: Assuming of course that Kingdom is capable of making it to that event to team with Orlando Cruze and Jon Rich.
Johnny Kingdom continues to look rather puzzled over the crowd’s response as he moves towards the ring, his feet crashing down with force to the mats. Finally he lunges to the apron and before he can even prepare for the encounter at hand, Pat Evans barrels towards him, throwing a right hand. It is blocked by Kingdom however, who quickly takes Evans around the back of the head and drops down off the apron, pulling Pat throat first into the top cable. He staggers backwards, reaching for his throat in pain while Kingdom slips into the ring under the cables.
Douglas: Again Johnny Kingdom is being attacked before the bell could even ring.
Mayne: Is he ever going to have a match just starts after the bell with twenty minutes of filler chain wrestling that builds ultimately to nothing of actual merit?
The intense Team Leader gets to his feet and rushes up at Evans who takes him down with a quick back elbow to the face. Kingdom crashes into the canvas then rolls across it, gripping at his jaw in a state of shock. As soon as Evans moves towards him Johnny reaches out and catches the back of his legs, lifting them into the air and sending his opponent crashing onto his back. The crowd starts to cheer as Kingdom crawls on top of Pat and begins to lob repeated fists into his face.
Douglas: This match is really getting off to a heated start after both of these men have spent the past two weeks jaw jacking with each other.
Mayne: It’s amazing how bad blood can be forged in the matter of days.
Kingdom continues to slug Evans repeatedly to the face before Pat pushes him away, rolling over to his knees. As soon as he gets up Evans rushes forward and drives his shoulder into Kingdom’s ribs, powering him backwards into one of the turnbuckles. His arms fall over the top ropes while Evans stands up and delivers a quick knife edge chop across his sternum. The crowd unleashes a “woo” at the sound of the stiff blow before Evans connects with a second chop. The crowd responds in the same way before Johnny steps out of the corner with a chop of his own to Pat’s chest. Evans staggers before being chopped again across the chest, then again. The blows cause him to stumble in reverse with Johnny fighting his way out of the corner in a true Ric Flair fashion. He now takes Pat by the wrist and whips him towards the turnbuckle only for Evans to reverse. As a result Kingdom crashes right back against the corner he just fought his way out of, Pat unleashing a roar as he rushes forward and jumps at him for a big splash. Johnny steps out of the way and Evans flies over the corner, crashing forehead first into the top of the exposed turnbuckle post.
Mayne: Ahhh, Evans’s beautiful face may have been damaged by that impact with the ringpost!
Douglas: Beautiful face? I’ve seen more beauty in a shaven chimp’s spread open ass cheeks.
Shockingly Evans lands on his feet on the mats, throwing shadow punches at make believe figments. His eyes awkwardly blink as he turns around to face Kingdom in the ring, who is being held at bay by the official. He puts his palms up and insists that he’ll play by the rules and stay right here in the ring. The official nods towards him and then turns to glare at Evans, which allows Kingdom to drop to the ring and roll under the ropes, betraying the referee’s confidence in him. Pat turns, stepping in front of the steel steps when Kingdom moves in, slugging him repeatedly to the forehead. Evans falls back first against the stairs as he’s drilled repeatedly between the eyes with closed right hand after closed right hand. The referee is begging both men to get back into the ring while Johnny steps away from Evans, choosing to get a running start for his next shot. As soon as he moves towards Evans though, Pat catches hold of his ankle and drop toe holds him face first right into the steel stairs. Johnny’s features collide brutally with the steel and he crashes onto his back immediately afterwards.
Mayne: Now Johnny’s ravishing good looks possibly ruined by that impact with the steps.
Douglas: I’m really starting to worry about you Billy.
Billy: God, your being just like my mother, only with bigger tits.
Dan: Yes, and probably a much smaller penis.
The Team Leader blinks his eyes sporadically, trying to keep them open as Pat takes him around the neck, forcing his frame to his feet. When they get up Pat takes Johnny by the wrist and the back of the head, rushing him right at the stairs. Johnny’s head is ducked forward as he slams across the back of it and his shoulder against the steps, sending them flipping over as a result. Johnny tumbles over the bottom half of the steps, leaning against them for support while he tries to snap out of his perpetual daze. He starts to stand when Pat takes him around the back of the head, turning him around then rolling him into the ring under the ropes. He now climbs up onto the apron and pulls himself over the top rope, transitioning his body in mid-air then coming down with an elbow drop. It is planted perfectly into Johnny’s ribs, Evans turning onto his knees with a smirk settling on his otherwise intense features.
Mayne: Pat Evans is now in control, physically dominating Kingdom like a brazier does to bosoms.
Dan: Damn your breast fixation.
Evans steps up to Kingdom’s side and buries his boot to his throat, strangling the very life out of him. Johnny is trying to shove the foot away from his throat, gagging badly in the process while the official starts a five count. He reaches four when Pat removes his boot and drops to his knees at the legendary competitor’s side, now strangling him with the palm of his hand. He licks his lips in morbid satisfaction as he continues to choke the very life out of Kingdom’s body. As the official steps in to start another five count the Team Leader grabs hold of Pat’s arm, forcing it with all of his strength away from his throat. Evans gets to his knees, growing enraged as he forces his hand towards Kingdom’s throat with all of his strength. Kingdom suddenly slides across his back though and then sits up behind Evans’ arm, trying to force it down into the crossface to a loud reaction.
Douglas: Johnny is going for the Lesson in Leadership!
Mayne: And Pat looks like he wasn’t prepared for it in the slightest.
Evans is trying to fight it as he slides across his stomach in the direction of the ropes, sticking out his foot which drops over the middle cable. The official again steps in commencing with another five count, getting out of breath he’s counted so much. Johnny breaks well before the five count and gets to his feet beside Evans, starting to stomp him repeatedly to the back of the head and shoulders. Johnny seems more fired up tonight than usual, perhaps having something to do with the way this show opened as he takes Pat around the neck and forces him up to his feet. As soon as Evans gets up he’s chopped with force across the sternum by a highly motivated Kingdom. The Team Leader takes him by the wrist and whips him across the ring only for Evans to turn suddenly and place the breaks on it. He now drags Kingdom forward and catches him across the sternum, lifting him into the air for the Spinal Tap. Kingdom transitions in mid-air though, sliding free then landing on his feet behind Evans who spins around and walks right into a kick to the gut. Johnny now steps forward and grabs him around the neck, establishing position for the Exodus Finale (Brainbuster DDT). Evans suddenly drops down out of the front chancery and grabs Kingdom around the ankle, lifting up on it and sending Johnny tumbling onto his back.
Mayne: A variable counter fest here leading into Evans now setting up for the ankle lock!
Douglas: What a fast paced bout this has been thus far and now Kingdom has to fight for dear life to avoid being placed in this hold.
Johnny squirms back and forth then places his feet to Pat’s sternum, shoving him off backwards. He crashes onto his back then rolls across it to his elbows and knees while Johnny gets to his feet before him. He steps in quickly and launches his foot into the air, trying to connect with that stiff punt like kick only for Pat to catch him around the ankle yet again. The fans are screaming as the former World Champion hops up and down on one foot, Pat standing in front of him as he tries to apply the ankle lock. Suddenly the Team Leader lunges into the air, twisting and nailing the enzugari to the back of Pat’s head, properly avoiding the ankle lock as a result. The stiff shot to the back of the skull staggers and stumbles the Submission Champion. He tries to keep his feet beneath him while his opposition rises to his feet and now rushes up at to his side. Evans bends forward in front of him, Kingdom catching his head then twisting around into a swinging neckbreaker.
Douglas: Pat avoided taking that punt kick to the face which sets up for the Exodus Finale but he did not block the enzugari.
Mayne: Nor the swinging neckbreaker.
Dan: Nice follow up.
Billy: If you can state the obvious, so shall I.
The Career Killer rolls away from Evans into the ropes, utilizing them to stand up while Pat is trying to force himself to his feet in front of him. As soon as he gets up Kingdom rushes forward with a lariat that Evans ducks, stepping behind his opponent. He spins around and rushes forward when Johnny lunges into the air, planting his heel to his face with a modified leg lariat. Both men are taken down to the canvas with Kingdom turning and crawling into a quick cover.
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Evans launches his shoulder from the canvas, kicking out with a dazed expression on his face. He doesn’t get much time to recuperate as Kingdom rolls him to his knees and launches a quick knee into the top of his head. He does so once again utilizing the other leg this time before forcing Evans up to his feet. He jumps into the air and nails Pat to the features with a knee strike which causes him to stand up straight in front of him albeit incredibly dazed. Kingdom now lunges forward with a straight big boot planted directly between the eyes of Evans, sending him crashing to the canvas spine first. The fans put their hands together at the sight of this lethal boot yet find themselves shocked at the sight of Evans rolling to his knees, trying to stand back up almost immediately. Kingdom turns around and rushes forward with another boot only to have his leg caught over the shoulder of Evans, who now lifts him into the air, delivering the capture back breaker. Kingdom bounces spine first off of the knee of Pat and then flips over backwards onto his elbows, wincing as he reaches for his kidney area. Pat stands up and steps over Johnny’s head, hooking both of his arms then throwing him up into the air as he delivers a sit-out tiger bomb.
Mayne: What a nice combination by Evans!
Douglas: He caught the Team Leader with some high impact moves there but he looks too dazed to capitalize in this fast paced foray.
Evans drops onto his back, lying there unable to make the pinfall after those shots he took to the head. Both men finally begin to stir after that last series of moves, Kingdom turning to his elbows and knees with pain coursing through his spine and Evans fighting through the effects of his cranium collisions. As both men get up Johnny steps forward with his hand on his spine, lobbing a boot at Pat’s ribs only to have his ankle captured. Evans pushes down on his foot and sends Kingdom into a spin, turning to face Evans then stepping forward with a punch lobbed at his head. Pat ducks it, Kingdom spinning around then rushing forward only to be caught with a spinning powerslam from Evans, who hooks the Team Leader’s leg with quickness.
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Johnny kicks out to screams from the fans, the crowd a bit worried by that two count.
Evans gets up slowly and takes hold of Kingdom’s hair, rolling him to his knees then hooking up both of his arms as he sets for yet another tiger bomb. This time however, Johnny stands up, lifting Pat into the air with a back drop. He lands on his spine behind Kingdom though and grabs him around the waist, pulling him down into a sunset flip.
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Evans kicks out, dropping over in reverse onto his knees while Kingdom stands and rushes towards him. As he gets within arms length though Pat stands and catches his opposition against his shoulders, standing up and holding him in a fireman’s carry. He drops forward into a Finley Roll, crashing spine first across Kingdom’s ribs then sitting up at his side. A satisfied glint inhabits his eyes only briefly before he drops back into the cover.
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Johnny grabs both of Pat’s arms and pulls him over into a crucifix pin to a loud reaction from the fans.
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The crowd is screaming as Evans kicks out, dropping to his knees. The Team Leader begins to stand up with his side facing Evans who lunges to his feet and rushes forward with a stiff knee strike connecting to Kingdom’s face.
Dan: What a strike to the face!
Mayne: What a back and forth battle.
Kingdom stands up in an incredibly dazed state from that knee before swallowing Pat’s foot via a mafia kick. Possibly some teeth have been knocked down Johnny’s throat as he tumbles onto his back. Evans steps over him and stomps down to his face viciously in a fit of anger. As a result Kingdom sits up gripping at his features only to be dropkicked to the back of the cranium by the ever intelligent Submission Champion. Pat rolls Kingdom to his knees and places him in a front chancery as he drags him up to his feet. He lifts the Team Leader into the air, holding him upside down in a stalling suplex position. All the blood begins to flow to Kingdom’s cranium as Pat steps around in circles, holding him in this predicament. The crowd actually starts to count the amount of time that Kingdom is being held in this predicament before Evans finally drops back into the vicious suplex. All of the air is knocked from Johnny’s lungs and body after slamming into the ring with such force, Pat sitting up at his side while swiping his palms together. He turns, crawling into the cover on Johnny and hooking his leg.
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The Team Leader powers out of yet another pinfall attempt, launching his shoulder from the ring despite the blows he’s withstood to his frame thus far.
Douglas: Evans deliberately controlling the pace of this encounter at this point.
Mayne: This is what, Johnny’s third match since returning? It’s only natural that he would have a lot of ring rust.
Dan: You use that same excuse every single week.
Billy: It’s a good one.
An angered Team Leader begins to feed off the brutality that has thus far been inflicted on his body, using it to sit up. Pat quickly takes him around the neck though, rolling him to his knees then dragging him to his feet. As soon as he stands he takes hold of the back of Pat’s head however and drops to his knees, connecting with a jawbreaker. Evans’ chin bounces off the head of his opponent violently, causing him to stagger in reverse while Johnny stands and jumps into the air. He connects with a lunging knee strike right to Pat’s face, sending him reeling down to the canvas. He slams against the ring then rolls across it in the direction of the turnbuckle. He grabs hold of the ropes and drags himself to his feet with his back pressed to the corner when Kingdom comes barreling forward, jumping into the air with another lethal knee strike. He now drops to the canvas beside Pat and wraps his arms around his neck, rushing out of the corner for a diamond cutter. Before he can hit it, Pat pushes Johnny off and catches hold of his wrist, turning him around then pulling him forward and catching Kingdom across the chest. He is now hoisted into the air for the Spinal Tap yet again when Kingdom is able to transition his body in mid-air, reaching out across Pat’s back and wrapping his legs around his far arm. He lets go of one of Pat’s arms with his own arms and then twists his body, sliding down Evans’ back and pulling him over in reverse with the sunset flip. The crowd screams at the sight of this great counter.
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Pat kicks out, rolling over in reverse onto his knees while Kingdom stands in front of him, stepping in with a blistering kick right to Evans’ skull. The reception from those inhabiting the Manhattan Center scream all the louder as Kingdom places Pat in the front chancery then forces him up to his feet, obviously setting up for the Exodus Finale.
Mayne: What an amazing series of counters right into the Exodus Finale!
Douglas: Pat Evans gave it his all but it looks like this match is all but over.
Everyone in the Manhattan Center buzzes with excitement and adrenaline as Kingdom sets up for his finishing move, only briefly glancing over his shoulder at a figure sliding under the cables into the ring. The reaction changes drastically at the sight of Silencer entering the ring with a Singapore Cane in hand.
Douglas: Hey! It’s Silencer!
Mayne: Nobody could keep him out of the building I guess, which is exactly what he showed by beating down security earlier tonight!
Johnny breaks the front chancery and spins around, stepping towards Silencer and stomping him to the back of the head. The bell begins to sound in the background repeatedly as the former World Champion rises to his feet and drops the cane, getting into a slug fest with Johnny. The reaction from the sold out Manhattan Center is deafening as these two finally exchange shots with one another tonight.
Douglas: The referee throwing this match out and now Silencer and Kingdom are duking it out!
Mayne: It’s about time these two got their hands on each other. I was growing bored with them being repeatedly thrown out of the building. Chaos is much better than logic.
Johnny lobs repeated fists into Silencer’s jaw, who responds with equally as powerful shots. All the while Pat is pulling himself up the ropes, recovering from that stiff kick he took the head a few moments ago. Pure rage powers every jab delivered between the former World Champions, with Kingdom’s anger overcoming Silencer’s in the end. Finally Silencer is sent stumbling in reverse as Kingdom lands a particularly powerful right hand, then follows it up with an equally as vicious strike. Silencer throws a punch of his own but Kingdom ducks it then stands and delivers a hard European Uppercut. The shot sends Silencer tumbling onto his posterior over top of the Singapore Cane, Kingdom starting to deliver stomps to him repeatedly. He grabs the top rope and stomps downward over and over again to Silencer’s sternum.
Dan: Johnny viciously laying into Silencer with these stomps. He’s got the better of him in this impromptu brawl!
Mayne: Shockingly Johnny was a little quicker with those right hands even after competing in this grueling encounter with Evans.
The demented Silencer is down and desperately trying to get back up, but Kingdom keeps him on his back with stomp after stomp. He bends forward with right hands to the temple of Silencer, his eyes filled with primal passion to inflict agony. Suddenly Pat Evans blasts him over the back with a clubbing blow, knocking Kingdom forward into the cables. He turns around and starts to exchange shots with the winded Evans now, Kingdom absolutely on fire.
Douglas: Now Evans tried to get the drop on the Team Leader, but Kingdom is taking the fight right to him.
Mayne: Pat still must be a bit loopy after taking that kick to the head.
The Team Leader’s knuckles connect with both sides of Pat’s features, sending him reeling in reverse. When he connects with one more shot Pat turns away from Johnny and stumbles into one of the turnbuckles, falling against it for support. The fired up, intense Johnny spins around to face Silencer at this point only to take a straight shot from the Singapore Cane right between the eyes. The blow echoes throughout the arena and sends Johnny tumbling onto his back, lying there a motionless mass.
Mayne: OHHHH! What a shot from that Singapore Cane!
Douglas: Kingdom’s brains have to be scrambled!
Billy: And not over-easy. Hahaha-hahahaha-ah-hahahaha! Oh I just want to kill myself.
Dan: Your not the only one.
High pitched squeals emanate from the fans as Johnny just lies there on the canvas, completely rendered unconscious from that deadly shot from the cane. Silencer towers over him with the cane hanging from his palm and his eyes slowly shifting to Pat Evans. The Submission Champion beams a glare into Silencer’s direction, their pupils now interlocked with one another. It seems that they’re at the point where fists may fly between them as they step forward slowly, now inhabiting both sides of Kingdom. With a nod they begin to stomp both sides of Kingdom’s body, double teaming him to the repulsion of the crowd.
Dan: What the hell is this?
Mayne: Pat Evans and Silencer are teaming up? Was this spawned by mutual hatred for Kingdom, or was this some kind of planned conspiracy?
Johnny tries to snap out of it and defend himself against this fury of stomps being delivered to both sides of his body. He turns and grabs Pat’s legs, forcing himself to his knees and trying to push Evans down to the canvas. However, Evans slugs him to the side of the face, causing the Team Leader to stand up and turn towards Silencer who swings the cane right to his ribs. Johnny is doubled over forward, grabbing at his mid-section and roaring in pain while Silencer steps to his side, lifting the cane into the air. The fans are begging him not to do it but Silencer doesn’t listen as he delivers another violent cane strike right over the kidneys of Kingdom. A roar of anguish emanates from Johnny, who tumbles to his knees and aches from every inch of his frame.
Mayne: OH JESUS! Shot after shot from the cane!
Douglas: Kingdom is being maliciously assaulted here with the combined efforts of Pat Evans and Silencer in a shocking display here on Riot!
Pat looks up towards the rafters and now motions for something as what looks to be a noose lowers from the top of the building. The crowd is screaming at the sight of it while Silencer steps to Johnny’s side then delivers a superkick right to his face. Kingdom tumbles onto his back after the stiff kick, knocked from his knees to a laid out position. Pat has rolled to the outside of the ring in the process and grabs the tarp hanging from the apron, throwing it into the air. He reaches under the squared circle and grabs another Singapore Cane, the Submission Champion quickly rolling back into the squared circle. Inside of it Silencer is tying the noose around Johnny’s ankles and now motioning for it to be lifted into the air.
Douglas: Oh no, what are these two doing?
Mayne: I can guarantee it’s not going to be pleasant with that noose coming into play.
Dan: Who’s lowering that damn thing in the first place? This had to be set up!
The rope is now tied around Johnny’s ankles as it begins to rise back towards the rafters. As a result Johnny is lifted from the canvas and now suspended in the air upside down. The fans are reacting with dismay as Johnny now hangs from his feet above the ring, his eyes blinking sporadically. Silencer stands on one side and Pat Evans on the other as they tightly grip their canes.
Mayne: Oh God, judging by that look in their eyes these guys must be thinking their at a Mexican fiesta.
Douglas: You don’t mean? Tell me it’s not piñata time.
As Kingdom hangs there unconscious Pat steps in and swings the cane into his body. Silencer now moves forward and strikes Johnny with his cane as well. The Team Leader begins to convulse as he hangs upside down and is beaten like he were a mere piñata, but instead of busting him open with candy spilling out, all that floods from within is claret, and it’s certainly not edible. Kingdom continues to hang as he is beaten savagely with cane shot after cane shot from both Silencer and Evans. As soon as he swings away from one, he’s hit by the other, the crowd screaming and begging this duo to stop what they’re doing, pleading with them.
Douglas: Somebody stop this, please stop this!
Mayne: Silencer and Evans are ensuring that Kingdom isn’t going to make it to Paranoia V.
Silencer’s eyes light up with devious, devilish intentions before he steps forward and cracks his cane into the side of Kingdom’s head. Blood is already flowing from between his lips and dripping down his face as his Paranoia opponent steps back, overlooking his handiwork. A smirk has settled on his face, a truly twisted one while Pat smirks slightly as well, chuckling to himself over what they’ve done to the hanging, bleeding Kingdom. Both he and Silencer now turn away from the swaying, upside down Kingdom and stand side by side, lifting their respective canes into the air. Silencer’s entrance music now hits the PA system as the fans respond with absolute rage.
Dan: What has happened here tonight!?! Have Silencer and Pat Evans joined forces? What condition has Johnny Kingdom now been left in at the hands of these two sadists?
Mayne: This is one of the most heinous assaults I think I’ve ever witnessed, and Kingdom didn’t even have candy inside of him.
The camera zooms in on the unconscious features of Kingdom as he continues to hang upside down, elevated above the ring in a truly brutalized condition. Silencer and Evans stand beneath him smirking maliciously over the barbaric action they’ve performed here tonight.
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