NO FAITH
Immediately Riot! commences, bringing the camera live to the inside of the arena, the lens zoomed in on a figure standing in the center of the squared circle. An expensive suit adorns the massive frame of General Manager AWOL, whose eyes slowly observe the booing spectators gathered around him.
Dan Douglas: Welcome to the first Riot! post Paranoia V, and apparently we’re starting things off without a moment’s hesitation with GM AWOL currently residing in the ring.
Billy Mayne: There’s no better way to open a show, well, with the exception of seeing the Owner reveal his identity, which also happens tonight.
Dan: Perhaps that’s what has brought AWOL so urgently to the ring here this evening.
AWOL’s stoic gaze examines his haters and his few remaining supporters. Many are ardently opposed to the man who has transformed from a fighting World Champion to a corrupt, bitter suit.
AWOL: A lot of things have changed over the years…
He can barely get a word in edgewise while lifting the microphone to his lips, his comments drowned out by the pure hatred of the crowd. However, the General Manager refuses to be derailed from his objective.
AWOL: And of course, a number of things have remained the same. For instance, Desolation still thinks he’s funny or threatening, Christian Savior still sports a hair style taken straight from a Farah Fawcett pinup poster, and Riggs will forever wear mascara that brings out his emerald shaded eyes. Despite this unyielding consistency change is still in the air. Whoever would have imagined that Orlando Cruze would become World Heavyweight Champion yet again?
A loud cheer erupts from the crowd, still adoring the memory of that big title change.
AWOL: I for one didn’t see that coming. Who could have possibly believed that Johnny Kingdom would come out of retirement?
He shrugs, coinciding with another massive reaction from the fans.
AWOL: And who in their wildest fantasies could have foreseen the Big Crazy Bastard, the most hardened of psychopaths, becoming soft?
Upon concluding this statement doubt overtakes the otherwise confident General Manager. The same doubt permeates the crowd’s confused response.
AWOL: Again, it’s something I never thought I’d see. But much like Kingdom’s return to the ring and Orlando’s unexpected title win, it happened. Instead of being the crazed monster that instilled fear in the hearts of all those who opposed me, I’ve become meek and un-intimidating, incapable of even frightening the likes of Axl Evermore or Psycho. I use to come to this ring….
His finger points down to the canvas beneath his feet.
AWOL: And handle my problems with the use of my bare hands.
Every finger curls up as he raises his palm directly in front of his callous yet uncertain eyes.
AWOL: But now I sit behind a desk and dictate others to solve my problems for me. That’s not AWOL, that’s not who I am, or what I’m about. When I first accepted this job, it was because I thought I could effect the very change that I’m talking about; it was because I had faith in this roster. I thought that with my guidance things would improve and that I could elevate these competitors to another level by dragging them out of their routines. Of course, the roster failed me; every superstar from Faust to Riggs has let me down and crippled my misplaced faith. I tried to make changes by taking out the Alpha Generation, as I felt they were dragging this show down to the point of oblivion, but I learned that I couldn’t count on my roster to accomplish that job, we lost. Then I depended on Psycho to remove the individual who had manipulated each and every one of you, and he failed me. And now, I depended on Riggs only to watch him destroy my last vestige of faith.
The GM briefly lowers his head and shakes it.
AWOL: And you wonder why I’m bitter? You wonder why I’ve been so hard on this roster. Sure, I’ve failed to instill the change that I’ve sought, but it isn’t my fault, it’s the rosters. I realize now that I can’t change things sitting behind a desk, I can’t depend on others to effect change. The only way to alter this company, is to do it with my own hands, and unfortunately, I’m not allowed to do that.
After making this statement the Big Crazy Bastard physically begins to shake, looking down at the attire clinging to his body.
AWOL: Look at this, look at what I’ve become. AWOL isn’t about ties…
The tie begins to be pulled off of AWOL’s neck before its thrown to the canvas.
AWOL: I’m not about thousand dollar Italian suits…
Angrily he slips his jacket off of his shoulders then flings it forcefully to the canvas. He now grabs his undershirt and pulls on both sides, bursting the buttons to reveal the pale flesh beneath.
AWOL: I wasn’t designed to sit on my ass and put my faith in others; I was built to do things on my OWN. And since I’m retired from active competition and can’t stand what this job has made me into, there’s only one thing left for AWOL to do.
With a trembling hand he slips his palm over his bald scalp, fuming with anger.
AWOL: Months ago I was told that when the Owner revealed himself that I’d probably be pushed aside, but I’m not going to give him that satisfaction. No, no, you won’t fire me, Boss…
AWOL steps up towards the camera lens, which gets a close up of his fiery, intense face.
AWOL: Because… I QUIT!
The microphone is tossed with force to the canvas while AWOL steps over his expensive duds and moves to the ropes. He steps over them onto the apron while the crowd screams loudly, in shock over what they just heard, AWOL officially resigning his position as General Manager. As he storms up the ramp his shirt is slid from his shoulders then tossed into the crowd. The monster doesn’t even look back while storming up the ramp towards the curtains.
Douglas: What a shocking way to kick off tonight’s Riot!, GM AWOL has resigned.
Mayne: Dammit, just when I was starting to like him too. I have a feeling this won’t be the last surprise we see here this evening.
The General Manager stops right in front of the curtains, his eyes focused sharply now on the figure of Riggs standing right before him. The shadowy Riggs and AWOL exchange a long, intense stare, the crowd watching a little more closely now, wondering what is about to happen. Although AWOL is breathing heavily and his fists are clinched there is no indication that Riggs has come here for a fight. Instead he just stares deep into AWOL’s intimidating eyes, perhaps into the soul of the man who took him under his wing several months ago. Finally the General Manager turns his eyes away from Riggs and moves right past him through the curtains for perhaps the final time. Riggs turns and watches him leave with his dark pupils.
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!
The show returns live to the inside of the Manhattan Center as stagehands remove AWOL’s suit from the ring, carrying it up the ramp to screams from the crowd.
Dan: Welcome back to Riot! and again what a shocking way to commence tonight’s telecast.
Billy: AWOL has officially resigned as General Manager of the IWC, and still yet to come is the unveiling of our new Owner, what an utterly wacky night this promises to be.
ROBIN BROOKS VS. JOHNNY KINGDOM
WAKE UP
The lyrics of “Wake Up” by the Lost Prophets bombards the packed Manhattan Center, sending everyone into a righteous uproar. They lunge from their seats, jumping with excitement as through the curtains moseys one Johnny Kingdom.
Dan: And what a way to bring us back here live to Riot!, Johnny Kingdom on his way to the ring and for the first time EVER I must admit that I’m rather proud of this phenomenal athlete.
Billy: How can you be proud of a man who forced our owner to reveal himself, which is still to come later tonight.
Douglas: And it can’t come soon enough, thank you Johnny.
Those in attendance are still going nuts while the Team Leader makes his way up the steel steps and onto the apron, his feet crashing down with emphasis. He then slips through the ropes and steps to the center of the ring hopping in place and appearing rather smug this evening. Obviously he’s proud of himself, big shock, especially considering that due to his win at Paranoia V, the Boss who will have to step forward this evening.
Billy: I tell you this night is just spiraling into an abyss of absolute suck thus far. First AWOL retires, and now we get this back stabber out here.
Dan: I’m not even going to try and keep track of your constantly fluctuating biasness.
Mayne: Good, because I don’t any.
Johnny turns slowly, eyeing the entry way with a raised eyebrow in anticipation of his opponent, hoping to get this match over quickly.
Tell me exactly
Rah! Rah!
It doesn't really seem
Rah! Rah!
Is she not right?
You always wanted
Rah! Rah!
Is she not right?
Ramidi ma ma ba di ma!
Is she really telling lies again?
Eeeeeeeyow!
Is she not right?
The little bitch,
what am I supposed to do?
Now that I have
allowed you to beat me!
Do you think that
we could play another game?
Maybe I can win this time?
I kind of like
the misery you put me through.
Darling, you can trust me
completely.
If you even try
to look the other way,
I think that I could kill this time.
Rah! Rah!
I'm getting through to you.
Though I see you weeping so sweetly.
I think that you might
have to take another taste,
a little bit of hell this time.
Lie to me!
Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!
Is she insane?
Will she now run for her life
in the battle that ends this day?
Is she not right?!
Is she insane?!
Will she now run for her life
now that she LIED TO ME!
people to remember you.
You leave your little mark on
society!
Don't you know your wish
is coming true today?
Another victim dies tonight.
Lie to me!
Rah! Rah!
Lie to me!
Is she insane?
Will she now run for her life
in the battle that ends this day?
Is she not right?!
Is she insane?!
Will she now run for her life
now that she LIED TO ME!
Ramidi ma ma din do!
Ramidi ma ma ba di ma!
Ramidi ma ma ba di mo!
[all x3]
Doesn't she realize she's in danger?
Is she insane?
Will she now run for her life
in the battle that ends this day?
Is she not right?!
Is she insane?!
Will she now run for her life
now that she LIED TO ME!
she went and she told A LIE!
Now she will never tell another.
A LIE!
The little bitch,
she went and she told A LIE!
NEVER FUCKING LIE TO ME!
The curtains start to move and out runs the energetic yet egotistical Robin Brooks. The boos escalate at he mere sight of her, especially as she is joined by the meek former World Champion Hurse. He cowers at the side of his lover who overlooks the fans with disdain. She briefly glances over her shoulder at Hurse and begins to verbally berate him while the two move towards the squared circle. Johnny watches on from the ring with a raised eyebrow and a slight smirk on his face, his opposition failing to inspire fear within him. Hurse tries to give Robin a reassuring back massage on the way to the ring only for her to swipe his hands away, insisting that he’s not allowed to touch her. Finally she jumps to the apron, glaring through the ropes with a piercing stare while Hurse crawls to her side.
Billy: And here are the two individuals that Kingdom has been incapable of beating since his return to the ring, the mighty Alpha Generation. I’m glad to see Robin Brooks and former, I just got sick, World Champion Hurse out here together. Robin is such a forgiving individual.
Douglas: Robin bringing a little added insurance with her to the ring despite her rage over Steven’s record as of late, including the emotional loss of his belt at Paranoia V.
Mayne: The more you bring that up, the more ill I become. This night has already started off giving me a knot in my stomach.
Steven remains kneeling on the apron, looking into the ring longingly at Robin who barks out orders at the former Champion. She points to the mats, demanding Hurse remain there in order to support her.
Robin: Get your ass out of the ring, I’ll tell you when I need you.
Hurse’s head hangs with sadness while he drops off the apron, looking on the verge of tears due to this emotional abuse. Inside of the ring Robin turns back towards Kingdom who is leaning spine first against a corner with a smirk on his face. He briefly glances towards the former Champion on the outside of the ring, making a whiplash motion with his hand. This gesture doesn’t upset Robin whatsoever as she saunters across the ring and extends her palm, looking for a sportsmanlike shake. Kingdom glances down at her palm then strokes his jaw in contemplation before Brooks suddenly goes to slap him in the face. At the last second Johnny ducks her strike though and wraps his arms around her waist. With a display of brute strength he lifts her into the air, belly to belly suplexing Brooks right over the top rope to the outside of the ring. She flips over and crashes with force to the outside mats amongst a loud response from the crowd. Her posterior strikes the thin mats, forcing her to sit up in pain, Hurse quickly moving towards her to butter up his villainous vixen. As he reaches down for her the Black Widow slaps his hands away, giving him a biter stare.
Robin: THAT WAS YOUR FAULT!
She points to the ring where Johnny is standing and shrugging his shoulders. A more disheveled Hurse lowers his head, backing away somberly.
Billy: Awww, take it easy on the poor little trooper Robin, he’s just trying to help.
Dan: Perhaps she isn’t as forgiving as we all thought.
Finally Brooks begins to stand up while rubbing at her bum, re-entering the ring while the Team Leader stands back. He seems to be graciously allowing her to enter, the Black Widow slipping through the cables and shooting him a spiteful glare. She now rushes forward, both Brooks and Kingdom locking up arms in a collar elbow. The duo struggle for positioning only to have Johnny try to force her down to the canvas with the use of his superior strength. As soon as she is shoved towards the ring Brooks turns, wrapping her legs around Kingdom’s ankle and pulling him down into a drop toe hold. Johnny slams face first into the ring before Brooks turns, jumping to his side then locking in a headlock. The conniving Robin maintains her grip with a sinister smirk.
Mayne: Yeah, look at the little minx go.
Dan: Robin establishing a quick side headlock submission, trying to wear down the Team Leader.
While maintaining the hold Robin glares towards a clapping Steven at ringside then shakes her head “no,” causing him to again lower his head in despair. This brief distraction allows Kingdom to begin forcing himself up to his feet, standing beside the Black Widow then twisting his body free. He steps behind Brooks and hooks both of her arms, applying a full nelson submission hold when she jumps into the air, reaching in reverse with her legs. She wraps them around Kingdom’s waist then falls forward, pulling Johnny down into a roll up. Instead of going for the pin she stands up and steps to the seated Johnny’s side, applying a side headlock with quickness. She seems quite pleased with herself, finding this quick reversal which has trapped the former World Heavyweight Champion, beating him technically.
Billy: What a superior submission specialist Robin has become.
Dan: How I’m the one growing ill over your ass kissing of Robin Brooks, you spent the better part of a year dissing everything about her….
Billy: No I didn’t.
Dan: YES, yes you did!
Johnny suddenly falls backwards into a reverse roll, pushing Robin down as well. Both of them roll in reverse with Kingdom ending up behind the kneeling Brooks, freeing his head then trapping her arms in a full nelson yet again. A loud reaction emanates from the sold out crowd while Robin slowly forces herself to her feet, her head being pushed forward so that her jaw almost touches her sternum.
Douglas: A nice reversal back into the full nelson.
Mayne: No it wasn’t.
Dan: Your arguments have become so childish.
Billy: Nuh uh.
Robin reaches back with her leg, hooking it around Kingdom’s then performing a version of the standing switch. She frees her arms then steps to the Team Leader’s side, establishing a timely counter into the side headlock. Kingdom doubles over forward, finding himself trapped in this hold yet again before he backs towards the ropes, dragging the Black Widow along with him. Both athletes hit the cables back first when Kingdom pushes Robin off across the ring into the opposite cables. She jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope then springs off in reverse, reaching out and catching Kingdom around the neck, pulling him down into a side headlock take over. Kingdom crashes into the canvas back first with Robin landing with her spine across his sternum, maintaining the side headlock submission once more.
Billy: Another very nice counter by the Black Widow who is just dominating the Team Leader with her superior technical capabilities.
Dan: Okay, you’ve already said that she’s technically superior like twenty times in the span of three minutes, I think we’ve got the point. But if Robin thinks she’s going to defeat the Team Leader with nothing more than side headlocks she’s sadly mistaken.
Mayne: Pfft, says you.
Robin keeps tightening her grasp on the submission hold until Johnny’s face has become a shade of red. Intensely Kingdom begins to rock his body, trying to escape before finally turning away from his aggressor, pulling her over top of his body shoulders first down to the canvas.
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She kicks out, dropping over onto her knees while Kingdom stands up in front of her, stepping in for an upward kick right to her face to set up for the Exodus Finale. At the last second Robin rolls out of the way, the boot missing her face by mere inches while Johnny staggers forward. Quickly Brooks scoots up behind him, trying to pull the Team Leader down into the school boy. However, he maintains his footing, balancing himself then reaching down and grabbing Brooks’ arm, the one reaching through and hooking his thigh. He steps over it and turns around to face the laid out Black Widow, pulling up on her wrist and causing her to nip to her feet. As soon as she lands in a standing base she drops to her side, pulling Kingdom down into a rapid arm drag that sends him flipping over and crashing into the canvas.
He rolls forward across the ring ending up on his feet then turning to face the Black Widow, who steps in and takes him around the neck, applying yet another side headlock submission. This time Kingdom counters quickly, standing up and holding Brooks in a back drop suplex position. He appears annoyed as he forcefully throws Brooks forward off of his shoulder, sending her tumbling down spine first right into the ring.
Dan: Kingdom has had enough of the side headlocks already.
Billy: What a cop out, the man couldn’t beat her technically, therefore he’s just using that brute manly strength of his. Did it suddenly get hot in here?
Douglas: Billy, therapist, now.
After slamming into the ring the Black Widow sits up, reaching for her spine while Kingdom swipes his palms behind her, acting as if he just took out the trash. Hurse holds his hands on top of his head outside of the ring, his eyes closed with dismay. Johnny rushes up behind the seated Brooks, jumping over her head and catching hold of the back of her neck. Her cranium is snapped forward while Kingdom rolls across the ring right onto his feet, turning then rushing in with a devastating knee strike right to her face. The blow almost seems to render Brooks unconscious upon impact, sending her tumbling to the canvas, Johnny falling on top of her with a lateral press.
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Right before the final slap of the canvas Brooks defiantly launches her shoulder off of the canvas. This causes the Team Leader to give the referee a rather smug glare before he takes hold of Brooks’ hair. He pulls her to her feet then takes hold of her wrist, dragging her into his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. The quick Kingdom turns towards the corner then dives forward into a Finley Roll, the back of his head crashing into Brooks’ ribs. He immediately rolls onto his feet then jumps into the air, landing with the back of his legs on the top ropes then flipping over backwards into a split legged moonsault. Kingdom crashes down on top of Brooks’ ribs then hooks both of her legs for the pinfall.
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Again Robin defiantly kicks out, getting her shoulder up for a second straight time.
Billy: Yeah, yeah, yeah, you keep going for those pinfalls Kingdom, but it isn’t going to work, that’s no way to beat Brooks.
Dan: Well I have….wait, what!?!
Kingdom rolls off of his laid out opponent then stands, rotating his fingers around one another to signal for the 450 splash. This causes a loud reaction to emanate from the crowd, Kingdom approaching the corner then slipping through the ropes onto the apron. He slowly begins to scale the corner, reaching the top rope then glaring down at the laid out Robin who is still cradled around her mid-section. The former Champion suddenly jumps onto the apron at Kingdom’s side though, reaching up and wrapping his hands around his ankle. He is keeping him from connecting with the high impact splash to a loud bombardment of boos. The referee has his back turned to this blatant interference, checking on Robin who suddenly wedges her feet to his gut, shoving him backwards into the ropes. The official’s portly frame hits the ropes Hurse is standing on the opposite side of, sending him crashing to the outside mats and at the same time pulling down on Johnny’s ankle. This causes him to fall and rack himself on the top of the turnbuckle, shockwaves of pain coursing all throughout his body.
Billy: Robin unintentionally kicking the referee into Hurse who pulled Johnny off of the corner where he landed on no man’s land.
Dan: I’m not sure how unintentional that actually was.
Hurse rolls across the thin mats holding his back while Robin stands up, rushing at the cables and stepping up them. She reaches the top rope then springs off, twisting and connecting with a kick right to the back of Kingdom’s head. The blow dazes the Team Leader as he now sits on the corner, his opponent landing in a kneeling base beneath him. Brooks now does a head stand, flipping forward onto her feet then lunging into the air, landing on top of his shoulders pulling him down into a big hurricarana. Kingdom flips over and crashes to the ring with violent impact, the crowd grimacing as a result.
An incredibly dazed Hurse stands up, trying to clap for his girlfriend but his palms repeatedly miss each other due to his highly disorientated condition. After hitting the canvas Kingdom rolls to his side, slowly getting to his feet when Robin rushes in, delivering a spinning heel kick right to his face. The force of her heels ramming against his face sends the Team Leader tumbling to the canvas, sprawled out with a very glazed over look inhabiting his eyes. Robin turns over onto her knees then lunges forward, landing on top of him.
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Johnny now causes Brooks frustration by kicking out.
Dan: Another kick out by Kingdom even after suffering a barrage of acrobatic moves from this more vicious Black Widow.
Billy: Well, Robin let him kick out, because she umm, uhhh, eerrrr…
Douglas: Just don’t even try Billy, not that you ever do in the first place.
The quick and agile Black Widow takes her opponent around the jaw, rolling him to his knees where she begins to deliver jabs to her jaw. She now takes him the sparse gathering of hair collected on his head and leads him to his feet, attempting to whip him across the ring. However, Johnny turns, placing the breaks on it and instead pulling Brooks towards him. He bends down in order to catch Robin with a back drop only for her to turn her spine towards him. She falls back first right on top of Kingdom’s upper spine as he stands up, sending her flipping over in reverse and landing on her feet right behind him. Brooks quickly lunges into the air, landing on top of Kingdom’s shoulders then pulling him down into a reverse hurricrana that sends Johnny crashing on top of his head.
He bounces off the ring and ends up on his knees, standing up in a horrible disorientated condition, his legs almost cutting out beneath him. The ricochet seems to have propelled him to a standing base when Robin turns, jumping into the air then landing on his shoulders, dropping back into a hurricarana with the pin this time.
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Kingdom gets his shoulders from the ring just barely before the third slap of the canvas.
Billy: I really wish Johnny would stop that.
Dan: What, kicking out?
Mayne: Yes, it’s so annoying.
Growing angry Robin rises to her feet, glaring through the ropes at a still disorientated Hurse. She whispers something bitterly beneath her breathe while approaching the very ropes she gazes at, slipping through them onto the apron. She turns towards Kingdom now, stomping both of her feet in anticipation of him getting to his feet. A battered Team Leader slowly starts to rise, holding the top of his cranium when Robin springs to the top rope, taking flight with a forearm smash that connects straight with his dazed face. The blow sends him tumbling to the canvas across his back, Robin landing beside him then rolling onto her back. She now nips up to her feet, spinning around in a circle to face the struggling Team Leader, smiling through her intensity. She dramatically implores him to get up with an upward thrust of her arm. Obviously she has a big time move in store, watching Johnny deliberately force himself up to a standing base. His body may be ravaged with pain but he finally stands, turning towards Brooks who superkicks him right under the jaw.
Dan: A powerful thrust kick!
Kingdom is sent spiraling backwards into the ropes, falling through the cables in reverse while his legs shoot up into the air. All the while Robin is turning in a circle with her arms thrust out to her sides, grinning from ear to ear, Hurse giving her a big thumbs up. She finally turns back towards Kingdom, who’s shins hit the top rope, sending his feet ricocheting back towards the canvas. They land on the ring as he stands up and rushes forward right into a lariat that almost rips Robin’s head from her body. She is sent flipping over backwards due to the sheer, undeniable impact of the lariat.
Billy: NOO! Kingdom just caught Robin out of nowhere with a lariat!
Dan: Robin hit with a lariat of unbelievable velocity, but it looks like Johnny is too weakened to capitalize on it.
The exasperated Kingdom rolls onto his back, his chest heaving with despair and exhaustion. Brooks’ eyes are fluttering, barely conscious while Hurse slaps the apron, imploring her to get up. She slowly starts to stand while Johnny does the same, both competitors forcing themselves upwards after the brutality they’ve sustained thus far in this opening encounter. As soon as they get up Brooks bolts right at Johnny, who catches her with a tilt a whirl out of nowhere right into the back breaker across his knee. Robin bounces off of the knee then falls to her elbows, arching her back in a state of great pain. Johnny rolls away from her towards the ropes, grabbing hold of them to assist his exasperated body to his feet. Sweat streams down his reddened flesh while Robin slowly begins to get up in front of him, reaching her feet albeit doubled over forward. Johnny suddenly steps towards her, taking hold of her thigh and her neck then lifting her into the air with a gut buster right onto her knee. He now lifts her back up into the air, pushing down on the back of her head, sending her flipping over forward then crashing down back first right on top of Johnny’s raised knee.
Dan: Johnny exploding with offense on Brooks, just taking it to this Villainous Vixen.
Mayne: You just wait till Brooks gets her second wind, just wait, then the whole pace of this opening contest will be drastically altered.
Hurse looks like he’s almost in tears on the outside of the ring, pacing back and forth with his head shaking. Inside of the squared circle Johnny has taken Robin under the jaw, leading her around to her feet. She can barely stand due to the condition of her spine while Kingdom jabs her under the jaw, then connects with a chop to the side of her face. Brooks flails her arms in circles to maintain her footing when Kingdom boots her to the ribs, dragging her head under his seat. He hooks both of her arms then lifts her into the air, holding her upside down, dropping her into the double underhook sit-out piledriver. Brooks’ cranium collides with the ring, causing her to spring from it like she were, well, a spring. She now lands directly at Johnny’s side, the Team Leader crawling into the hook of a leg.
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Somehow Brooks musters the strength to get her shoulder up. Johnny sits at her side, swiping the sweat from his forehead then taking Robin around the neck, rolling her over to her knees. He forces her up to her feet then prepares to rush forward for a diamond cutter. As he begins to charge forward in order to hit the move Hurse jumps onto the apron in front of him, giving his former teammate a spiteful glare. Before he can interfere Johnny lets go of her head, rushing forward and delivering a big boot right to Hurse’s face over the top rope. The strike sends the Master of Control plummeting to the outside mats for a second time.
Billy: HOW DARE YOU KINGDOM!
Dan: Johnny taking his former partner out of the equation with that deadly big boot WATCH OUT!
Johnny turns around when Robin dives forward, connecting with a pump kick right between his eyes. The kick connects with such force that Johnny is sent tumbling to the mats immediately, Brooks turning his back towards him. She now jumps into the air, flipping over backwards into the standing moonsault. She crashes on top of Kingdom, hooking his leg with all her strength.
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Kingdom launches his shoulder from the ring, everyone in the Manhattan Center screaming loudly.
Douglas: Brooks unable to achieve the pinfall, Kingdom again kicking out in yet another tremendous opening Riot! contest.
Mayne: Why is Johnny so damned determined to win, it’s not fair to everyone else.
Dan: I would find a way to refute that claim to make you look like an idiot, but your already doing a good enough job of that anyway.
The vindictive vixen rises to her feet, briefly glancing again at her ringside lover, not pleased with him whatsoever. The badly wounded Kingdom is completely laid out before her as she backs into the ropes, flipping over them in reverse right onto the apron. To the shock of everyone she springs to the top rope then takes flight, soaring through the air with a springboard shooting star press that sends her crashing down right into the canvas. Johnny rolled out of the way at the last second and is now on his feet, stepping forward before delivering a straight upward kick directly to her face. The sound of the kick is reminiscent of a gunshot going off in the arena s Johnny now places her in a front chancery, lifting her up into the air for the brain buster DDT.
Douglas: Johnny avoiding the Flying Star, he’s going for the Exodus Finale!
Hurse slips into the ring, charging right at Kingdom who drops Brooks to the canvas then side steps his inbound rival, taking him by the back of the head. Johnny charges him at the cables, throwing him over the ropes to the outside of the ring, the fans reacting with much applause. However, Robin is regaining her faculties behind the Team Leader who slowly turns towards her when the Black Widow lunges into the air. She spins around into a corkscrew buzzsaw kick only for Kingdom to duck down out of the way of it at the last second. As a result Brooks lands on her elbows and knees in front of him, Kingdom jumping over her back and taking hold of her shoulder and thigh. Robin is rolled over onto the back of her shoulders with an Oklahoma Roll.
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Robin kicks out, dropping over onto her knees while Kingdom places her in a front chancery, dragging her to her feet in preparation once again for the Exodus Finale. Outside of the ring Hurse has snatched the X-Class title out of the hands of the time keeper and now rolls into the ring under the ropes.
Mayne: What is Hurse doing with the X-Class belt?
Kingdom’s spider sense seems to be tingling as he releases Robin from the front chancery, turning towards the belt that is being swung right at his face. At the last second Johnny ducks the inbound belt, causing Hurse to swing the title right into Robin’s face. The gold smacks off of her features as she now tumbles onto her back, Hurse dropping the belt and placing his hands on top of his head.
Billy: AHHH, he screwed up again!
Douglas: Hurse just accidentally clocked Robin with the X-Class title.
Kingdom steps in reverse into one of the corners, leaning against it with a smile on his face as he watches Hurse lose his mind over the accidental blow to his lover’s face. The referee has no other alternative but to turn, calling for the bell, apparently awarding Robin the victory via disqualification. However, Kingdom doesn’t seem to be effected or upset by this decision in the slightest, as he actually chuckles over his former partner’s dismay.
Douglas: What a shock, another match being thrown out here on IWC with Robin skating by by the skin of her teeth, accident or no accident.
Billy: Kingdom doesn’t even seem like he gives two shits about it.
Hurse drops to the ring with a saddened expression on his face, glaring at the Team Leader who stands in the corner. A smirking Team Leader stares down at the crawling Hurse, shrugging his shoulders yet again then mouthing something to his long time nemesis.
Johnny: Looks like someone isn’t getting laid tonight.
The cheers continue to escalate while Kingdom marches right past Hurse, waving goodbye while slipping through the ropes onto the apron. In pain the former Champion crawls towards the laid out Brooks, looking truly remorseful as he takes her around the back of the head, holding it up from the canvas. In despair he glares into her eyes, brushing the hair out of her face hoping that she regains consciousness. However, her reaction upon awakening isn’t what he expected as she grows furious, palming his face then pushing him away. Hurse lands on his rump, glaring at Robin sadly while she rolls to her knees, gripping at her forehead in a state of pain.
Billy: Maybe you should get out of the ring Hurse, Robin looks like she’s having a visit from her Aunt Flow.
Dan: Brooks is a very bitter woman, and she’s taking out her anger on former Champion Hurse.
Hurse grips his hands together in prayer, begging for her to forgive him. All the while Robin bites her lower lip, standing up and ripping at her hair as she screams at him.
Robin: This was all your fault, all your damn fault Steven!
Hurse’s lips tremble as if about to weep, remaining kneeling before his towering girlfriend.
Brooks: Can’t you do anything right!?! You lose the World Title, and now you hit me with a fucking belt? Your hopeless Steven, you’re completely hopeless! You don’t deserve to have a woman like me until you can prove that you’re a real man.
In an increasingly saddened condition Hurse scoots closer to Brooks, pleading with her for some forgiveness only to receive a straight slap across the cheek. A red streak is left on Hurse’s quivering features while Robin storms right past him towards the ropes, slipping through then dropping to the mats. She emphatically shakes her head, marching up the ramp with hard stomps. The Master of Control remains kneeling in the ring, looking to be stuck in a state of absolute shock.
Dan: Things not looking good for Robin and Hurse.
Billy: Hurse needs to pull his head from his ass and start winning again.
The Master of Control seems to have lost all semblance of control as he crouches in the ring, head lowered to the canvas and hands covering his sobbing features.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
No ring can hold Paul London. This has been an IWC public service announcement
CRY ME A RIVER
ROBIN…I’M SORRY!
The camera cuts back to the ring where an exasperated Hurse is kneeling, microphone clutched in his trembling hand. His eyes are slightly wet with tears almost forming, his despair escalating as he glares longingly at the entrance ramp, hoping that Robin will return to him.
Dan: Although I’m sure I just heard the sound of a thousand remotes simultaneously changing the channel those still watching can see Hurse has yet to vacate the ring ever since that last match.
Billy: Kingdom versus Robin has just ended but Hurse is not going anywhere, although I wish he would. Have some respect for yourself for Christ sakes Steven, don’t stand out here crying over being dissed by Brooks. Grown men don’t cry, unless your watching the Little Mermaid.
The otherwise pale skin of the former Champion has become a shade of red, his skin pulsating with dread and hysteria as it relates to what just unfolded before the commercial break. He is so choked up with emotion that he’s barely able to get his words out yet that doesn’t stop him from employing his poor oratorical skills.
Hurse: I’m trying; God knows how I’m trying. All I wanted to do was help Robin, that’s all, I swear. So pllleeeease forgive me, I can change, I can be the winner that you want me to be…
His words become clotted, tears beginning to roll down his cheeks. The sniveling features of the Alpha Generation member tumble to the canvas, burying his face against the ring which becomes drenched with his tears.
Dan: This is just ridiculously melodramatic. Can someone please get this walking disgrace out of the ring?
Billy: Although he is clearly no disgrace, I have to agree that he needs to get out of that ring pronto, he’s making a complete ass of himself.
Tears continue to flow while Hurse brings himself to glare up the ramp towards the curtains, hoping his emotional will register a response in Brooks.
Hurse: Robin, sour apple, chicken dumpling, how many times do I have to apologize? I would still be World Champion if it wasn’t for that damn Alex Ingelson, it was the referee’s fault, you hear, I didn’t lose the belt!!… I, I, I, LOVE YOU!
Words can no longer force their way through his emotion, the microphone thumping against the canvas as his arms tumble to his sides. He looks towards the rafters with more tears forming at his eye ducts when “What I’ve Done” plays over the PA system, eliciting more negativity from the sold out Manhattan Center audience. Hurse’s distraught eyes transfer to the entry way where three figures emerge that he wasn’t expecting. Through the curtains saunter Jackson Adams and Too Magnificent, the former Alpha Generation duo looking towards the ring with clear disgust. Standing behind them in the shadows is Emily Cage who glances between the two outraged men before her.
Dan: Now what brings Jackson Adams and Too Magnificent out here?
Mayne: I’m not sure but they look as repulsed as me. Maybe their going to talk some sense into their former leader.
What is transpiring in the ring leaves Adams with a soured expression while Too Magnificent grins over Hurse’s utter dismay. Jackson slowly lifts a microphone to his lips, trying to put into words the sheer disgust he is experiencing.
Jackson: Steven….seriously…what the hell man?
Hurse looks around at his surroundings, at the fans who are cheering, booing and laughing. Their reaction is just as confusing as his emotional turmoil. Jackson continues while Too Mag places his massive palm on his associates shoulder.
Jackson: I couldn’t stand in the back and let you disgrace the honorable reputation of the Alpha Generation any longer. Look at yourself, look at what you’ve become.
The emotionally unstable Hurse glances down at himself while slowly rising to his feet, trying to wipe the tears from his cheeks.
Adams: You use to be a diabolical mastermind who swerved these fans and the boys in the back time after time. You had the whole world believing you were going to retire, you got Desolation to betray the fans and hand you the World Heavyweight title. You were World Heavyweight Champion for a whole friggin year, and now your nothing more than a sniveling emo.
Jackson shakes his head, too overcome with repulsion to continue. These words only make Steven all the more sadder, his head lowering till his chin touches his sternum and his shoulders sinking almost down to his hips. Adams now becomes a little more animated, angrier as he continues.
Jackson: I can’t allow you to further disgrace the name of the Alpha Generation, the group that I BUILT! The group that I spent two years building up to supremacy is being ruined by your atrocious record and horrible mismanagement. I won’t let you further ruin the reputation of MY group. So starting tonight, Too Magnificent and I, begin to take back what’s ours and to repair the legacy of the Alpha Generation. In fact, our crusade begins right now, Too Mag, take care of this has-been.
A smirking Too Magnificent now starts down the ramp while Jackson backs towards the curtains, strolling through them in reverse. He physically shoves Emily through the curtains as well, although she wanted to stay and watch what was happening.
Douglas: Too Magnificent on his way to the ring at the behest of his partner Jackson Adams, and it looks like we’re about to see him collide with Hurse right now?
Billy: Is this the beginning of a power struggle over the rights to be called the Alpha Generation? Why can’t all these guys just get along and share?
Hurse looks stunned and frightened, like a deer caught in the headlights. His unsure eyes transfer to the intense features of Too Magnificent who is stepping up onto the apron. From backstage now charges referee Alex Ingelson, slipping into the ring under the ropes and motioning for the bell from his kneeling position.
Dan: Too Magnificent versus Hurse, right NOW!
Billy: Not Ingelson!
TOO MAGNIFICENT VS. HURSE
The Master of Control is in a state of disarray yet charges right at his massive opponent while the big man steps over the ropes. He is straddling the cables when Hurse slugs him under the jaw, then does so yet again, each shot rocking the gigantically proportioned competitor. Hurse jumps into the air and blasts him under the jaw before turning and taking off across the ring. The quick Alpha Gen member bounces from the cables and comes back in at Too Magnificent only to run into the massive boot of his opponent.
Billy: Ah, these two have had some bloody campaigns in the past and it looks like we may see another one here tonight.
Douglas: A jaw breaking big boot from the goliath known as Too Magnificent.
Too Mag takes Hurse by the hair now, pulling him up to his feet then delivering a vicious headbunt that sends him tumbling back to the canvas. The former Champion is wide eyed, as if experiencing brain damage from that strike as he pushes himself up onto his side, his eyes fluttering in an attempt to remain open. Too Magnificent steps back with a grin forming on his face before he takes hold of Hurse’s hair, forcing him to his feet. As soon as he’s upright the former Alpha Generation member delivers yet another headbunt that sends Hurse spiraling backwards in the direction of the corner. He falls back first against the turnbuckle, his arms dangling over the cables to keep himself upright.
The brute charges in and splashes Hurse hard against the turnbuckle, sandwiching his frame between Too Mag’s girth and the corner. He steps back then rushes forward with another big splash that engulfs his distraught opponent. After swallowing Steven with his massive frame Too Magnificent steps backwards out of the corner, waiting for Hurse to stumble forward. He staggers towards Too Mag and is caught under his arm, being hoisted into the air then driven into the canvas with a powerful side slam. The monstrous foe rises to his feet and rushes into the cables, bouncing off then coming back in, lunging into the air with an extension of his leg. It drops right across the thin brittle neck of the Alpha Gen representative, sending his entire body flopping upward into the air.
Mayne: Show some mercy Too Mag.
Dan: After all that has transpired between these two in the past, mercy is not an option. Too Magnificent is just decimating Hurse before he can even get out of the gates.
Too Magnificent charges into the cables again, bouncing off and coming back in at Hurse, lifting his elbow then dropping it directly into his opponent’s sternum. Hurse rolls onto his side, coughing uncontrollably while covering his chest with both arms. He is in a state of utter agony, physically and emotionally as Too Magnificent takes hold of his hair, sitting him up on the canvas. The vicious Too Mag rushes into the cables in front of him, bouncing off the ropes then charging back in with a boot delivered right to Hurse’s saddened face. The crowd groans over the sound of the boot colliding so violently with skull.
Billy: Ouch, come on Too Mag, remember that you two use to be partners!
Dan: An alliance that ended when Too Magnificent stabbed Hurse in the back by ironically joining the very group that Hurse is now a member of.
Mayne: The group Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams are trying to take control of.
Hurse lays on his back, his eyes fluttering while Too Magnificent places his boot directly on top of his ribs. The huge figure stands on top of Hurse’s mid-section, possibly shattering the ribs beneath is boots before finally stepping off of him. In a state of physical agony the former Champion sits up wrapping his arms around his battered torso, Too Magnificent again rushing into the ropes in front of him. He comes back in and delivers a dropkick right to his seated rival’s face, knocking both men down to the canvas. The crowd is rather stunned by Too Magnificent’s agility as the big man crawls into the cover, hooking both of his opponent’s legs.
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Somehow Hurse musters the strength to launch his shoulder from the canvas, kicking out right before he could be defeated for the second week in a row.
Billy: Hurse kicks out, but I’m not too sure how wise of a move that was.
Douglas: Given the fact that he’s being physically decimated, I’m not sure kicking out was a good idea either.
Although he kicked out, the dropkick has still left Hurse in a near unconscious state. Too Magnificent further takes advantage of his, umm, advantage by pulling his adversary to his seat then locking on a over hand wrist lock. The massive former AG member kneels behind the seated Hurse, almost ripping his shoulder from its socket in this submission predicament. Ingelson slouches over in front of the pain ridden Hurse, who’s gaze finally spots the official, filling him with enough inner rage to begin standing up. Hurse reaches out for the official who he believes cost him the title by reversing the disqualification, getting to his feet when Too Magnificent spins the former Champion around then pulls him into a devastating short arm lariat. The force of the clothesline almost rips Hurse’s head from his shoulders while he tumbles to the canvas with a loud thud.
Hurse’s eyes now flutter, Too Magnificent reaching down and wrapping his arms around his rival, dead lifting him from the canvas into a fallaway slam position. He immediately drops back, throwing his opponent high over his head before he comes crashing down forcefully into the canvas. After hitting the move the smug yet intense Too Magnificent sits up, chuckling over this beat down thus far. He finally turns and crawls into the cover on the sprawled out Hurse, hooking both of his legs for a second time.
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Hurse launches his shoulder from the ring, turning away from his long time nemesis.
Douglas: Hurse again barely getting his shoulder up before the three count with Too Magnificent just continuing to decimate his former tag team partner.
Billy: You’ve got to be impressed with the intensity of this menacing giant.
Continuing to press his advantage Too Mag takes Hurse around the jaw, leading him up to his feet then blasting him over the back with a forearm strike. The forceful blow sends Hurse dropping back to his knees, arching his spine with pain flowing through every inch of his body. He now steps behind his kneeling opponent, taking him around the neck then lifting him up into the air in a reverse DDT position. However, he drops back into a reverse suplex, slamming Hurse hard into the canvas across his chest and stomach. The impact sends the Master of Control into convulsions, flopping around the ring desperately trying to cover his damaged body. Too Magnificent turns towards him and takes hold of Hurse’s hair, sitting him up on the canvas then folding his arm over behind his head yet again.
Mayne: Why is Too Magnificent so intent on injuring Hurse with that overhand wrist lock? Can’t two Alpha Generation groups coexist?
Douglas: I don’t think that’s a possibility Billy, especially given the animosity that has brewed between these two over the years.
Too Magnificent applies further pressure on the hold, almost shattering the bones in his seated opponent’s arm. Nevertheless Hurse tries to fight free, even if his heart may not be in it. He digs his nails into his palm then slowly begins to force his way upwards, Ingelson stepping in and inquiring rather or not he gives up. Hurse reaches out, grabbing Ingelson’s shirt and using him to force his way up to his feet. He then reaches out and takes Alex around the neck, trying to strangle him before Too Magnificent breaks his hold, hoisting Hurse up into the air with a full nelson slam. The former Champion is driven viciously into the canvas across his back, now laid completely out across the ring. A menacing expression resides on Too Mag’s face as he places his large boot right on Hurse’s sternum. Ingelson rubs at his throat before dropping and making the count.
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Again Hurse finds the strength to kick out, leaving Too Mag noticeably vexed. He snatches Hurse around the neck, dragging him up to his feet then lifting him up into the air with a gorilla press. The Master of Control is held high in the air before being dropped behind Too Mag’s back, sending him tumbling down from a great height and crashing face first into the ring.
Billy: Okay, if someone has a white towel now would be the time to throw it in.
Dan: I’d have to agree, Hurse is just being absolutely decimated at the hands of this brawling giant.
The physicality progresses as Too Magnificent pulls Hurse up to his feet then scoops him up into the air. He charges forward before throwing his rival half way across the ring with a scoop slam, driving him hard spine first into the ring. Pain shoots through every inch of Hurse’s body as he rolls to his elbows and knees, trying to stand up despite all the agony. As soon as he reaches his feet the giant takes him across the sternum, dropping back into a release overhead exploder suplex. Again Hurse crashes into the canvas, his body ricocheting from the ring before finally tumbling back down to it. Too Magnificent sits on the canvas with a raised eyebrow and a half grin, somewhat impressed by himself and his decimation of the former World Champion thus far. The crowd finds themselves utterly befuddled by what their watching as Hurse slowly turns over to his elbows and knees, trying desperately to force himself up even after taking that damaging suplex.
Too Mag stomps towards him and takes Hurse under the jaw, leading him up to his feet before decking him hard right across the jaw. Hurse tumbles to the ring, bouncing from it then rising back to his feet, Too Mag stepping in for another right hand. At the last second Hurse ducks the incoming blow, Too Magnificent turning around into a knife edge chop across the sternum. Hurse is coming back with chop after chop delivered to his massive opponent’s sternum before he steps back then lunges forward, connecting with an step up enzugari to the back of Too Magnificent’s head. The blow sends the giant tumbling forward to his knees while the Alpha Gen member rises to his feet at his side, connecting with yet another step up enzugari to the back of his kneeling opponent’s cranium.
Douglas: Hurse finally getting in some offense.
Billy: It’s about time.
Hurse rolls away from his massive opponent who is still kneeling on the canvas then charges directly at him. Before he can connect with any moves Too Mag stands, snatching Hurse around the neck then lifting him into the air. He delivers a double handed chokeslam that sends Hurse crashing forcefully into the canvas. The ring shakes due to the vicious collision with the ring while Too Magnificent again places his foot on his rival’s sternum for a pinfall.
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To the shock of many Hurse again kicks out, almost coughing up a lung in the process. This further enrages Too Magnificent who wedges his boot directly to the former Champion’s throat, beginning to strangle the very life from his frame. The unbiased Ingelson starts a five count before Too Mag takes his foot away from Hurse’s throat then reaches down taking hold of his opponent’s hair, forcing him over to his knees. Hurse’s head is placed under Too Mag’s armpit as he now signals for the Midas Touch.
Mayne: Goodnight Hurse, although it pains me to say that.
Douglas: Too Magnificent setting up for the Midas Touch to finish this one sided affair once and for all.
Too Magnificent begins to lift Hurse when he is suddenly pulled down into a small package.
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The monstrous Magnificent kicks out, getting his shoulder up right before victory could be snatched from his grasp. Both individuals quickly rush one another to their feet when Too Mag catches Hurse with a hard knee to the ribs, doubling him over in pain. He’s now taken around the waist and hoisted into the air onto Too Magnificent’s shoulder in position for an awesome bomb. At the last second Hurse slips off of his shoulder, landing on his feet behind Too Mag who spins around and gets caught around the legs. Hurse lifts them into the air sending the big man crashing onto his back as the former Champion now pulls him over into the Legend Lock. He gets the submission established only for his spine to overflow with agony, making it increasingly difficult to hold on.
Douglas: Hurse has the Legend Lock applied but after the damage inflicted on his body it doesn’t look like he has the power to maintain the submission!
Billy: Hold on Too Mag, I mean, hold on Hurse, I mean, why must these matches constantly toy with my fragile emotions?
Due to the physical toll this match has had on Hurse’s body, he’s unable to stop Too Mag from crawling towards the cables across his elbows and reaching out, grabbing hold of the bottom rope. An exhausted former Champion staggers backwards, bending over with his hands over his kidneys. The massive Too Magnificent slowly drags himself up the cables, turning his spine towards them when Hurse steps in, delivering a hard right hand to his jaw. He now delivers another shot, and another before stepping back and taking his large opponent by the wrist, trying to whip him across the ring.
Too Mag stops in the center of the ring, turning to face Hurse then pulling his opponent towards him. He catches the Master of Control under his arm, lifting him up into the air for a side slam only to have Hurse flip up and over top of his shoulder. He slips off of it and then lands on his feet behind the giant, charging forward at him when Too Mag turns, catching him around the neck for the chokeslam.
Billy: Not AGAIN!
Douglas: Chokeslam set up for Too Magnificent, this could be the end of this match!
The crowd has a mixed reaction as Hurse deliberating delivers a low blow knick right to the inside of Too Mag’s thigh, failing to hit his intended target. The referee is powerless to do anything about it as Hurse now grabs the bent forward Too Mag’s head, pulling it under his seat and thrusting his arms out to his sides, setting up for the Sanitizer (Styles Clash).
Billy: What a transition into position for the Sanitizer!
Dan: Hurse shockingly coming back in this match, but does he have the strength to lift Too Magnificent?
Hurse reaches down, taking Too Mag around the waist then trying to lift him only to have his back go out on him. In agony Hurse turns away from his massive opponent, gripping his kidneys while the behemoth staggers backwards into the turnbuckle behind him. The official is checking on Hurse, who is still reaching for his back in anguish while Too Magnificent turns, ripping off the top turnbuckle pad in one quick motion. A very banged and dinged up Hurse turns around to face Too Mag in the corner, immediately rushing at him and lunging into the air. Too Mag clears out of the way as Hurse crashes right into the exposed turnbuckle. Wait, no, he caught himself right before hitting the exposed bolt, Too Mag having knocked the official down purposely upon clearing out of the former champion’s path. Hurse turns around and walks right into a huge low blow delivered right to the testicles from Too Magnificent, causing him to double over in pain, covering his genitalia with both hands.
Dan: Hurse getting a taste of his own medicine with that vicious kick right to the testies.
Billy: I think Hurse just turned from an outty to a iney.
Hurse is doubled over in absolute anguish while the referee gets back up, turning to face the action as the former Champion is placed in a front chancery. Before he can stop it he’s hoisted into the air then driven head first into the canvas with the Midas Touch.
Douglas: The Midas Touch from Too Magnificent on Hurse!
Billy: I can’t remember a time that Hurse was such a push over.
The referee drops down and makes the emphatic count.
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Those packed in the Manhattan Center have no idea how to respond to what they just witnessed as Too Magnificent sits up on the canvas wearing a wide, fierce grin. His lifts his arms slowly into the air, his fists clinched throughout the process.
Billy: I don’t believe it, Too Magnificent just beat Hurse, nay, decimated him.
Douglas: The former Champion’s downward spiral continuing here tonight on Riot!, his heart just didn’t seem to be into this contest. Not trying to sell Too Magnificent short, but something is seriously off with Hurse ever since losing his belt.
Mayne: If there’s a war brewing between the Alpha Generation and the old Alpha Generation, this certainly strikes a fatal blow. A rather low blow, if you catch my drift?
Too Magnificent slowly stands up while Hurse turns to his side, covering his testicles which received a nasty, punt like kick from the impressive giant. Too Magnificent backs away from the former Champion who is drenched with sweat and breathing heavily, dread again setting into his eyes as he realizes he’s lost for the second week in a row. The giant slowly bends over top of Hurse with his hands on his knees.
Too Magnificent: Pathetic Hurse, pathetic, I expected more of a challenge than this, hahaha.
He stands up and scrapes the bottom of his boot across the top of Hurse’s head. The former title holder rolls away from him with his hands over his face and also cupping his testicles. The large brute now backs towards the cables, stepping over them to the apron before taking one last confident glance at the agonizing Hurse, his former leader.
Mayne: Hurse falling further and further from grace after his title loss with age old rival Too Magnificent just destroying him in the center of this very ring.
Douglas: Too Mag victorious here tonight, and Hurse had better get his shit together if he ever faces this giant again.
Too Magnificent backs up the ramp laughing while the referee is assisting Hurse out of the ring, the dazed former Champion leaning on him for support.
THE ARRIVAL IS NEAR
The camera suddenly switches backstage to a motorcade moving into the enclosed parking facility. Several police officers are mounted on motorcycles with their multicolored lights flashing off the cement walls as well as the windshields of nearby parked cars. They surround a limo that slowly careens to a stop, several cars coming to a halt behind it. The doors to these vehicles open and a considerable force exits, all of them adorned from head to toe in riot gear. With batons clutched in their large palms they gather around the sleek black limo, protecting its inhabitant from any possible harm. As the camera moves down and zooms in on the situation, one can easily read the front license plate which clearly reads “The Boss.”
Billy: He’s here, he’s here Dan, I’m so excited, I’m star struck already!
Dan: Our mysterious owner is here; ready to end the cloud of deceit that has surrounded them for so many months. But you know what Billy, you know what? I’m not waiting for whoever is in that limo to reveal their identity on their time, no, we’ve waited long enough. Their here now, and I want some damn answers.
RINGSIDE
Billy: What do you think your doing Dan; sit down!
The show cuts rather abruptly live to the inside of the Manhattan Center where Dan Douglas is rising to his feet, fixing his suit and removing his headset. Its clear that Douglas is flustered, quite angered in fact.
Mayne: Oh no, don’t you dare, don’t you embarrass me in front of our new Boss. I only have one chance to make a good first impression, and you know how I constantly fuck those up. Remember when I first met your wife and accidentally groped her boobs for ten minutes? Don’t ruin another of my first impressions, please!
The pleas from Billy fail to appeal to a determined Douglas, who saunters around the announce table and towards the ring.
Mayne: Why must Dan ruin everything? First he commits verbal abortion on commentary and now he’s going to sully my good reputation to the owner, now I know how Robin Brooks feels.
Dan continues to head up the steel steps towards a ring that is vacant after the surprisingly quick previous encounter. The courageous commentator slips through the ropes and strolls to the center of the squared circle.
Billy: I’m being told we’re taking a commercial break, but when we come back, apparently we’ll have the revelation we’ve been waiting for, the Boss will be unveiled and I’ll be passed out on blood pressure medication.
Dan signals for a microphone, which is bestowed onto him by an eager Kaily Wolf, who is also interested in the true identity of the owner.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
AN UNINVITED INTERUPTION
The show returns live to the inside of the Manhattan Center where Dan Douglas is currently residing, an air of intensity surrounding the commentator. A microphone is gripped in his palm and his eyes are focused rather sternly on the entry way.
Dan: Ladies and gentlemen, I was urged to vacate this ring during the commercial break, and I’m sorry but that just isn’t going to happen until the truth is revealed here tonight.
A loud reaction commences from the Manhattan Center crowd, who are just as eager to discover the truth as the dedicated Dan is.
Mayne: I’m imploring you Dan, don’t do this, vicariously your making a fool out of me.
The crowd still stands behind Dan, who’s aged, yet wise eyes observe the screaming fans piercingly. Finally the mic is raised back to his lips once the reaction simmers down.
Douglas: For a whole year I’ve been waiting, the wrestlers in the back have been waiting, and these fans have been waiting for some answers, and frankly, none of us are content with waiting any longer. That’s why I’m asking, no, demanding that our owner, who just showed up backstage before the commercial break, reveal his true identity and face the consequences of his many misdeeds.
Again the crowd is swept up into a wave of pandemonium upon the conclusion of this powerful statement.
Billy: Dan please! I’ll give you twenty bucks if you come back to the announce table. Wait, all I have is a dollar and I need that to catch the bus after the show. Okay, Dan I’ll give you a, a, a, M&M that’s been gestating in my pocket for the past two years, just please STOP THIS!
There is no faltering in Dan’s determination, his feet firmly planted to the ring and his eyes vehemently locked on the curtains in the entry way.
Douglas: The time for mystery is over, we want a revelation, and we want it right no….
Just as his finger thrusts downward towards the canvas “Falling in the Black” Hits the PA system, resulting in a loud outcry of boos. Through the curtains swaggers one Christian Savior, the N.H.B Championship still adorning his broad shoulder.
Mayne: I’m usually ecstatic to see Christian out here, but now I’m even more so happy.
Savior saunters rather confidently onto the stage, adorned in his wrestling attire for the evening and glaring rather egotistically at a bewildered Douglas in the ring. Finally he starts to mosey towards the ring, jumping onto the apron then slipping through the ropes, his entrance music continuing to play hypnotically in the background. Douglas fails to vacate the ring, even if it would be the smart move while Christian strolls past him, requesting the use of a microphone. One is tentatively placed in his hands by the frail Kaily Wolf.
Billy: Wait a minute, could this mean that Savior is the owner? I sure hope so, because then we can finally have mandatory perms.
The cold eyes of Douglas continuing to follow Savior’s every movement, not taking very kindly to such an interruption. Christian fails to feel threatened by such a gaze, confidently strolling to the area right in front of the veteran commentator and former in ring competitor.
Savior: Dan, I just got one question for you….
The intrigue of the crowd is peeked while Douglas stares at this physical interruption in confusion.
Christian: Who do you think you are?
Hatred is derived from the crowd at this point while Douglas becomes all the more flabbergasted.
Savior: Do you honestly think that after a years worth of build up and deceit that our Boss is going to show himself in front of a peon like yourself?
Douglas is growing all the more angered, as is the crowd while Savior’s confident smile only escalates.
Mayne: You tell him Christian, you tell him good, if he won’t listen to me, at least he’ll listen to you.
Despite being enraged by Christian’s comments Dan can do little or nothing about it besides take the insults. He begins to lift the microphone to his lips though, perhaps wishing to refute the claims only to have it slapped out of his palm by Savior.
Savior: No, you no longer get to speak, Dan, this is my time and I’m not going to allow your poor verbal skills to ruin it. Like it or not our Boss isn’t going to come out here and reveal himself at your behest, because I’ve already got him exclusively booked for the Twilight Zone, later tonight.
A mixed reaction commences from the sold out crowd, Savior licking his lips with anticipation.
Christian: After my match has concluded and right before the final credits roll, the world will get their answers on the highest rated segment of every Riot!, my talk show.
He steps back, extending his arms out to his sides then looking towards the rafters with a confident grin, eliciting pure animosity from the gathered masses.
Billy: Wow, the Boss is going to reveal himself on tonight’s Twilight Zone? What an announcement, and one that I actually care about for a change.
Douglas looks a little depressed by this revelation before Christian turns back to eye him.
Savior: Your still here? Your presence is no longer required, go, vamoose.
He motions with the back of his fingers for Dan to vacate the ring which the saddened commentator does. With a lowered head Douglas slips through the ropes and approaches the commentary table where a smiling Billy Mayne is waiting. Savior now turns towards the entry way with his hand stroking the N.H.B belt rather pompously.
Christian: Now that we’ve got that out of the way and cleared the ring of all the rift raft, it’s time for me to address another plaguing issue, my alliance with Faus….
“Bloody Tears” rips throughout the arena, sending the crowd into a loud roar of approval. Savior’s vindictive eyes cut to the curtains, not liking the fact that he was interrupted as through the curtains marches his brother Faust. The N.H.B Champion smiles at the sight of him as Faust turns briefly in a circle to overlook his screaming admirers and now strolls towards the ring.
Billy: What audacity, how dare he interrupt Savior right when he was in the middle of an important statement.
Dan: I didn’t hear you complaining when Savior interrupted me.
Mayne: Oh, your back, I didn’t even notice you were here, with you being such a peon and everything.
Douglas: Way to rub it in.
Billy: It’s what I’m best at.
Savior’s smile does not waver the closer that Faust gets to the ring. He finally springs up onto the apron, glaring over the ropes into the confident features of his brother then licking his lips, slightly revealing the fangs protruding from the roof of his mouth. His music begins to die down in the background while slipping into the ring, stepping up straight towards Christian who lifts a microphone to his smirking lips.
Savior: Just the man I was about to call out here and explain…
Before he can get any further the microphone is forcefully pried loose from Savior’s hand. Faust steps back with the mic now raised to his own lips and a set of horrifying eyes locked on the smarmy features of his bro.
Faust: Yadda, yadda, yadda, blah, blah, blah, I’m Savior, I’m better than you, you should feel honored that I picked you as my tag team partner, generic egotistical comment, generic egotistical comment. Is that about the gist of what you were going to say.
Savior merely chuckles as Faust continues.
Faust: I’m not out here to listen to your superficial statements and your boring rhetoric about why I was chosen as your tag team partner tonight. I already know why you chose me, because you realize that nobody is better at carrying your sorry ass to victories than your very own big brother.
Cheers emanate from the sold out crowd, enjoying Faust’s tirade on Savior, who merely laughs off the comments.
Faust: But I don’t consider teaming with you for some pathetic tag titles to be an honor, I find it downright insulting. In fact, any association with you is insulting. I agreed to this match not to load you on my shoulders and carry you to another title win, I agreed to this match to avenge that ridiculous blemish on my otherwise fine record at Paranoia V. I agreed to team with you one more time simply so I could beat Pat Evans.
Mayne: How dare he.
Dan: Hahaha, I like what I’m hearing from Faust tonight.
Billy: You would.
Savior continues to chuckle while slapping his palm on the N.H.B belt, trying to rub it in his brother’s face.
Faust: I’m not going to let you run me out of this company like you did to Riddick, therefore, after tonight, Tag Titles or no Tag Titles our little alliance is…..
A forearm is thrown into the back of Faust, sending him tumbling forward into Christian. The crowd reacts rather viciously at the sight of Silencer and Pat Evans now occupying the ring, assaulting Faust and Savior before they were even ready.
Mayne: Well here we go, Pat Evans and Silencer not waiting for this argument to end, they want this tag match to start right now!
Dan: The brutality underway between both these teams, with Evans and Silencer trying to get an early advantage.
SILENCER & PAT EVANS
VS.
FAUST & CHRISTIAN SAVIOR:
TAG TITLE CONTENDERSHIP
Savior rolls to his feet and stands up when Evans slugs him right between the eyes, knocking him back first into the cables. Pat now begins to stomp him repeatedly to the ribs while Faust begins to stand up, Silencer moving in with a chop across his sternum. The stiff strike knocks Faust from his feet and onto his seat in the corner, Silencer wedging his foot against his throat, choking the very life out of him. Referee Stuart Wright has slipped into the ring, calling for the bell to officially start this match.
Dan: This is certainly not the way I thought this match would begin.
Billy: This entire night hasn’t adhered to any type of schedule so why should this match? Evans and Silencer doing the smart thing by starting this contest and getting out to an early advantage.
Savior and Evans have rolled to the outside of the ring with a stunned Christian continuing to be decked between the eyes from Pat. He falls seat first onto a chair set in the corner of the barricades where Pat proceeds to drill him repeatedly between the eyes with closed fists. Inside of the ring Silencer has dragged Faust to his feet in the corner, stomping him again and again to the legs and ribs. He now lifts his leg, placing it directly to his adversary’s throat, strangling the life out of his body.
The Submission Champion has dragged Faust out of his chair, taking him by the wrist then whipping him right towards the far barricade. However, Christian suddenly reverses, sending Pat into the barricade instead. Evans actually flips forward, crashing upside down back first right into the steel, leaving an indentation of his body in the protective plating. Inside of the ring Silencer backs to the center of the ring then charges right at his prone opponent, jumping into the air then twisting for a back first splash. Faust side steps him, Silencer crashing back first right into the corner then staggering forward. He reaches for his kidneys while his intense opposition strolls up behind him, taking hold of his arms and lifting him into the air for the Skeleton Key (Vertibreaker).
Billy: No, not the Skeleton Key, oh wait, I mean yes since he’s teaming with Savior.
Dan: Your indecisiveness in these matches are no longer amusing.
Silencer flips over backwards, landing on his feet right behind his opposition then spinning him around. He takes Faust around the neck for the Break the Silence only to be kneed to the ribs, doubling him over forward. Faust now places him in a front chancery, lifting Silencer up into the air for a vertical suplex only to have his opposition float over his shoulder, landing on his feet behind his back. He buries his shoulder to Faust’s spine then lifts him into the air for a back drop suplex. At the last second his quick opposition flips over backwards, landing on his feet behind Silencer then rushing forward, taking him by the back of the head. Both men charge towards the cables when Faust jumps over the top rope, pulling Silencer down throat first right into the cable.
His throat bounces from the rope, sending Silencer stumbling backwards as Savior springs off the top rope behind him. He soars through the air and catches his opponent by the back of the head, pulling the former World Champion down face first into the canvas with a bulldog. The fans give a mixed response to what they are seeing as Silencer rolls away from his adversary, Savior quickly rising to his feet and spotting a disorientated Evans climbing up onto the apron. He is about to capitalize on Evans’ dazed state only to be grabbed by the shoulder and spun around by Faust. The two brothers now come face to face, again giving each other a menacing glare.
Billy: This crazy match continuing but it looks like Faust and Savior again moments away from coming to blows.
Dan: Beat the hell out of him Faust, go on.
Mayne: Hey now, I’m suppose to be the biased one here.
The brothers eye one another suspiciously when Evans steps up behind Christian, hooking his arm then lifting him into the air for the Spinal Tap. At the last second Savior squirms free, transitioning in mid-air then landing on his feet right behind Evans, shoving him forward into Faust who catches Pat with a huge sky high spinebuster. Evans slams into the ring right between the seated Faust’s legs, leaning forward into the pin.
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Pat lobs his shoulder from the canvas, leaving Faust somewhat agitated. An angered Savior steps in and shoves his brother out of the way, dropping down into the cover on Pat himself now.
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Faust grabs Savior by the ankle, dragging him off of Evans.
Dan: These two are just incapable of co-existing.
Billy: Where’s the brotherly love?
Douglas: Is that guy still alive, his abnormally red face always frightened me.
Mayne: Not Brother Love, brotherly love, clean the cum out of your damn ears.
Again Savior and Faust get eye to eye, their fists clinched as if prepared for a war. They’re unaware that Evans has rolled to his elbows and knees, Silencer charging forward and stepping right off of Pat’s back, launching himself forward into a double front dropkick. His feet connect with Savior and with Faust, knocking them both in reverse right into the cables. Neither man is able to stop themselves as they spill through the ropes and onto the apron. In a state of disarray they forget about their hatred for one another and start to force themselves up to their feet, Pat and Silencer stepping towards them quickly, going for a simultaneous jab. Before they can connect Faust and Savior both bend forward, launching their shoulders through the ropes right into the ribs of Silencer and Evans, causing both men to double over in pain. Christian and Faust launch themselves over the top rope at he same time, Savior wrapping his arms around Pat’s waist, and Faust catching hold of Silencer’s mid-sections. Both men pull their opponents over into a double sunset flip, garnishing a surprisingly loud reaction from the crowd.
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Evans and Silencer roll over backwards onto their feet then rush forward, Pat connecting with a running knee strike right to Savior’s face and his partner nailing a front dropkick to the seated Faust’s cranium. Boos escalate from the crowd at this point while Silencer and Evans now stand over top of their laid out opponents, smirking diabolically.
Dan: Tandem offense from Silencer and Evans. The referee is just completely unable to get control of this tag team grudge match.
Billy: What a wild brawl we’re seeing here between these two duos, but only one team can go on to challenge for the Tag titles.
Douglas: Duh’, I swear your getting worse than Mike Adamle.
Referee Wright finally starts to get some order in this contest, physically forcing Evans backwards into a corner while Faust rolls out of the ring, leaving Savior inside. Christian turns to a crawling base before Silencer stomps him hard to the back of the head then jumps into the air, gaining tremendous height. He extends his leg and drops it right across the back of Savior’s head, driving his face into the canvas as a result. Christian falls onto his back while Silencer rolls in reverse right onto his feet then turns, grabbing the top rope and jumping over it onto the apron. He keeps hold of the upper most cable, springing to it and launching himself off into a frog splash. At the last second Christian rolls out of the way, causing Silencer to connect with nothing more than canvas.
Douglas: Silencer and Savior now the two legal men in this tag team encounter with Silencer trying to put on an aerial display.
Billy: But the awe inspiring genius that is Savior, avoiding as much.
Holding his ribs as he stands up, Silencer gets to his feet, albeit doubled over while Christian rushes in and jumps into the air, landing with the back of his leg across his opponent’s head. Silencer is pushed down face first into the ring with the famouser. Silencer bounces from the canvas then back to his feet when Savior comes charging in, flying through the air with a knee strike straight to his adversary’s face. Both men crash to the canvas while Savior ends up in a kneeling base, his confidence beginning to swell. A startled Silencer starts to get up when Christian moves in, blasting him under the jaw with a forearm, then a chop across the sternum then a jab to the cheek. The former World Champion’s arms swing out to his sides in order to keep himself upright before he is chopped once more right across the sternum.
Faust sticks his hand over the top rope, requesting a tag only be blown off by the Rising Phoenix, who has the audacity to scoff at his older brother. He turns back towards Silencer who suddenly spins around into a hard back heel kick driven right into his opponent’s ribs. Savior doubles over and is then kicked hard right to the chest, causing him to stand up only briefly before Silencer dives forward, his heels planted right into the N.H.B Champion’s face with a spinning kick.
Mayne: What a lethal series of kicks from Silencer, this guy has got educated feet.
Dan: Why must you steal every line from JR or Jerry Lawler?
Billy: Because it makes my job easier.
Silencer glares down at Savior with a malicious grin on his face before approaching Pat Evans, who eagerly has his hand thrust out, anticipating a tag. The former Champion takes hold of Savior’s wrist, pulling up on it and leading him to his feet. He swings around under it, applying an arm ringer then dragging him towards Evans, reaching out and slapping his hand. Pat enters the ring then delivers a straight boot right to Christian’s bicep, causing him to turn away from the Submission Champion who quickly steps in, taking him around the arm. Evans establishes the arm ringer once again then delivers an elbow right to the back of the bicep. A grimace overtakes Savior’s features while he staggers forward into the cables, falling against them for support. The menacing Evans takes hold of his wrist, pulling his arm around the top rope then dragging his forearm through the cables. He pulls back on the arm, wrenching it around the top rope while Savior tries not to verbally relay the anguish he is.
Douglas: Evans and Silencer working over the arm now, and using the ring to assist in doing so.
Billy: These two are such masters of their crafts. Just like me.
Dan: Billy, your only craft is making macaroni and cheese art.
Mayne: And I’m damn good at it too.
The official reaches four before Evans breaks his illegal hold, stepping back and shooting an intimidating stare towards Wright. Stuart steps back with his hands in the air while Evans moves towards Savior, who turns, raking his eyes blatantly. Before referee Wright can admonish Savior he rushes right at the momentarily blinded Evans, going for a lariat. Pat ducks it however, reaching back and catching Christian by the back of the neck, pulling him down into a reverse neckbreaker. As soon as they hit the canvas Evans maintains his grasp on the neck, rolling to his side and pulling the Rising Phoenix along into a standing front chancery. He backs towards his corner, slapping the hand of Silencer who quickly enters the ring. Just as he does the Submission Champion lifts Savior up in a vertical suplex position only to drop him forward right onto Silencer’s knee.
Christian lands ribs first across Silencer’s knee as Silencer takes him around the neck and the thigh. He lifts him up into the air off of his knee and shows surprising strength by pushing down on his head, flipping him over forward so that he comes down spine first right across the raised knee of Evans.
Douglas: What a unique sequence by Silencer and Evans, and I for one can’t complain about the torture Savior is currently suffering.
Billy: For the short period of time that Evans and Silencer have been teamed you’ve got to be amazed by their cohesiveness. They’ve gelled just like the stuff between my toes.
Savior reaches for his spine while Silencer drops down behind him, grabbing hold of his arm then placing it in a hammerlock. The arm is twisted at a unique angle while Pat steps towards the ropes with his palms up in the air, acting innocent in front of the official. He vacates the ring while Silencer twists and rips at Christian’s arm, continuing to twist it at a very awkward angle until the elbow almost pops. A troubled Faust looks on, finding the thought of losing to Evans for a second straight time to be unbearable, therefore he tries to instill Savior with determination. Some of the fans are actually cheering for Christian due to the hot start this bout got off to and due to the overall spirit of competition.
Overcoming this hold is harder than it seems as Silencer has it established pugnaciously. However, Christian begins to will himself upward, rising steadily to his feet while his opposition gets up behind him, still maintaining the hold. Savior goes for a back elbow to break free only to have Silencer duck the intended blow, releasing him from the submission. Therefore Christian turns to face his opponent who wedges his shoulder to his ribs then powers him back first into the corner.
Evans reaches over the ropes, grabbing both of Christian’s arms and pulling them in reverse, holding him in place. That’s when Silencer comes barreling forward, jumping into the air and connecting with a knee strike right to Christian’s face.
Billy: Although they’re beating down one of my all time favorite wrestlers I got to say that Silvans is doing a good job of isolating Christian.
Dan: Silvans?
Mayne: Yes, I combined both Silencer’s and Evans’ names because I’m too lazy to repeatedly say them both.
After hitting the knee strike Silencer drops to his feet, tagging out to Evans who enters the ring backing to the center of the ring. He barrels forward, jumping into the air and extending his knees, planting them right into Christian’s sternum, blowing the oxygen right out of his body. Savior drops to his seat in the corner while Evans steps back to Silencer’s side, both men putting their arms over one another’s shoulders. They both rush forward, connecting with a double running knee strike at the same time right to the seated Savior’s face.
The crowd grimaces over the double impact while Silencer exits the ring and Evans reaches down, taking hold of Christian’s legs, placing them over his shoulders. He lifts Savior up into the air then drops to his seat, hitting a sit down powerbomb out of the corner. Christian is driven hard into the ring while Evans leans forward into the back of his thighs for a pinfall.
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Christian forces his shoulder from the ring, kicking out right before the three count. A somewhat unsettled expression overcomes Pat’s face as he stands up and steps on top of Christian’s arm, reaching down to take hold of his wrist. Savior turns onto his side and kicks Evans to the back of the thigh, then does it once again, trying to break free. However, Evans drops down elbow first right into the bicep of the injured arm, ceasing the attempted Savior come back. He then stands up, pulling up on the arm and seating Christian on the canvas. He forces him all the way to his feet then tucks the arm around behind Savior’s back, wedging his shoulder against it. Using his brute strength he lifts Savior up into the air in order to back drop suplex him onto his arm. At the last second Christian slips off of Pat’s shoulder and turns, falling down on top of Evans’ chest with a crossbody that drives his opponent back first into the canvas. The aching Savior is unable to go for the pin, rolling off of the laid out Evans right into the cables, leaning on them in a kneeling position.
Douglas: Savior with a big crossbody counter.
Billy: Now would be the time for the mandatory hot tag and babyface comeback.
Faust is now stomping his foot on the canvas, shouting with anger for Savior to make the tag already, getting red in the face all the while. In pain Savior rises to his feet when Silencer comes rushing across the apron, throwing a lariat over the top rope at his opponent’s throat. Christian ducks the strike though then flips over backwards, connecting with a version of the pele kick right to the back of Silencer’s skull. The shot sends his opposition flipping off of the apron, crashing back first right into the outside mats.
After connecting with the kick Savior gets up holding his arm, staggering backwards into the waiting arms of Evans who drops back into a release German suplex. Christian flips over though, landing right on his feet then charging into the cables in reverse, bouncing off of them. He comes back in at Pat who turns to catch him only to have the Rising Phoenix jump into the air, wedging his knees against Evans’ chest. Evans crashes onto his back with Savior coming down knees first right onto his shoulders. He then ducks his head, rolling forward onto his feet then charging right at the ropes, diving through them with a forward flip where he crashes right into Silencer’s sternum.
Douglas: The tope con hilo from Savior after a double knee sternum breaker. I don’t care how much you hate this man, and I really do, you’ve got to be impressed by that.
Mayne: I’m impressed by every step he makes and every breathe he takes.
Dan: Creepy.
Silencer lays on the mats, his eyes fluttering and Christian trying to get up, gripping at his shoulder in anguish. Slowly he pulls himself up onto the apron, turning to face his struggling opponent when Pat shockingly grabs his arm, dragging it out over the top rope. He then drops back into a divorce court arm breaker, pulling Savior’s shoulder down into the top cable. A groan emanates from the crowd as Savior’s arm bounces off of the top rope, causing him to turn around to face Silencer who is climbing up onto the apron. Silencer rushes forward and catches Christian with a running STO right onto the apron. His back is driven down violently into the thin, hard portion of the ring, leaving him in absolute anguish.
The ravenous Submission Champion reaches under the ropes, grabbing Savior’s weakened arm then dragging him under the ropes to almost the center of the ring, immediately dropping down into an arm grapevine. Savior’s features contort from his agony, stomping his feet to the canvas while his arm is almost ripped from its socket by the intense Submission title holder. Faust shakes his head on the outside of the ring, pacing back and forth on the apron, calling out in anger for his brother to fight through the pain despite the glee he may derive from Christian’s suffrage.
Billy: This very basic grapevine has to be causing a world of pain for Savior given the condition of his arm.
Douglas: We could see Christian tap out if he can’t tag out to his brother.
Mayne: He’ll never make the tag to Faust, not after the way he was verbally slaughtered by Faust.
Faust continues to pace and shout for Savior, who lifts his hand into the air, looking to be on the verge of tapping out. He balls up his fist, sinking his teeth into it though to give him another source of pain to concentrate on. Evans continues to wrench violently at the arm, really clamping his legs tightly around the shoulder. Finally Savior begins to rock his frame back and forth, trying to free himself before rolling towards Pat, pushing him up onto the back of his shoulders. Christian stands over top of him, leaning down into the back of his thighs as his arm is still trapped in the hold.
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Pat breaks the hold, but maintains his grasp on Savior’s wrist, falling to his side in the process. He now stands up behind Christian’s arm, taking him around the bicep and trying to force him down into a fujiwara. Before he can establish it, Savior ducks his head, rolling forward across the canvas right onto his feet only to have Pat keep hold of his wrist. As the N.H.B Champion gets to his feet he turns to face Evans, who pulls him forward for some type of high impact move. However, Christian jumps into the air, landing on his opponent’s shoulders and puling him around into the hurricarana. Pat flips over, crashing viciously spine first into the ring and actually sending the crowd into a wave of cheers.
Douglas: A hurricarana!
Billy: A loud excited outburst!
The veins in Faust’s temples are pushing through the flesh as he again calls out for Savior to make the tag. Christian turns onto his knees, glaring at his brother and holding his shoulder which is throbbing in pain. His intense eyes focus on Faust, debating his options, wondering rather he should bury his pride and make the tag or grit this out himself so to make a statement. He stands up continuing to stare down Faust before finally extending his hand to a loud reaction. Faust slowly raises his palm and emphatically slaps Savior’s, tagging himself in.
Dan: Savior shockingly doing the right thing by tagging in Faust.
Mayne: Christian doing the right thing, impossible!
A stunned Evans slowly begins to get up in the ring while Faust jumps over the cables, standing side by side with Savior. Both men continue to glare at each other then rush across the ring, simultaneously hitting a double diving back elbow to both sides of the Submission Champion’s sternum. They land on their backs on opposite sides of the laid out Evans then both nip up to their feet simultaneously. Again the brothers glare at each other when Silencer comes storming towards them. Faust turns and catches Silencer with a hip toss, throwing him over top of the laid out Evans when he’s caught on the shoulders of Savior, who sit-out powerbombs him right on top of Pat’s sternum. Silencer bounces off the chest then rolls over backwards towards Faust who catches his legs, lifting him into the air with a wheelbarrow then throws him down with a splash right on top of the Submission Champion.
Dan: Amazing, I never thought I would see this, Savior and Faust working as a team to take out Silencer and Evans…
Billy: Silvans…
Douglas: Ugh, okay, Silvans, isn’t that the name of a college?
After landing on his partner, Silencer rolls across the ring and Faust steps over the battered frame of Evans, sticking out his foot. He places it in the cupped hands of Savior, who lifts up on the leg and sends Faust flipping over in reverse with a huge moonsault. The light Faust crashes down onto Pat then hooks his legs.
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Somehow Pat is able to push his shoulders from the ring, kicking out right before the three count. The crowd is stunned that he got his shoulder up, especially after the endless barrage of moves he was just hit with.
Douglas: Faust on the verge of victory only to have Evans get his shoulder up.
Billy: Pat steals another win from the clutches of Faust.
Dan: He just kicked out, he didn’t pin him.
Mayne: It’s just a matter of time, tag Savior back in and at least there’s a fifty, fifty chance at victory.
Faust gets to his feet and turns towards Silencer, who quickly steps in for a superkick. The blow is avoided by the nimble athlete, who quickly ducks the impending blow. He now turns and steps up Silencer’s back, hitting an enzugari to the back of his cranium. Silencer is sent staggering forward and falling sternum first into a nearby corner. The ever so quick Faust turns towards his dazed opposition in the corner, motioning for him to get up while Savior has slipped through the ropes back into his corner. Silencer slowly pulls himself up the cables when Faust comes barreling forward, jumping into the air with what looks to be a big splash. At the last second Silencer drops down out of the way, causing Faust to change up his move, instead landing feet first on the middle cable. The former ULW World Champion steps towards the center of the ring, turning towards Faust who now flies off the second cable. He twists around into a crossbody only to have Silencer drop down out of the way, causing Faust to crash down onto the waiting Pat Evans’ knee. Pat got into perfect position behind his partner’s back to set up for this move.
A groan emanates from Faust who grabs at his ribs, Evans standing up and placing him in a front chancery. He lifts him up into the air in a vertical suplex position while Silencer rushes in and jumps into the air, wrapping his arms around the upside down Faust’s waist. Both men pull Faust down hard into the canvas with almost a vertical suplex, side slam combination.
Douglas: Faust’s offensive comeback cut short by this impressive teamwork from Silencer and Evans.
Billy: These two demonstrating their sheer tag team superiority.
Evans floats over into a lateral press.
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At the last second Faust gets his shoulder up. Silencer has again vacated the ring while Pat takes Faust by the hair, forcing him up to his feet then whipping him towards one of the corners. Evans follows him in as Faust reaches out and catches the top rope, sticking out his legs which land directly on top of Pat’s shoulders. Evans places his hands to Faust’s knees though, pushing up on them and sending his opponent flipping over the top rope, crashing down back first with devastating force on the outside mats.
The crowd grimaces over the loud impact of Faust’s body with the mats, the six time SCW Champion writhing in anguish. Evans now turns when Savior comes barreling across the apron, connecting with a lariat to the throat of the Submission Champion. Evans crashes to the canvas while Savior turns, grabbing the top rope and pulling himself over into a slingshot senton that fails to connect. At the last second Pat rolled out of the way under the ropes and onto the apron. This causes Savior to crash hard spine first right into the canvas, rolling to his elbows and knees in anguish. Evans stands up on the apron, grabbing the top rope then preparing to pull himself over when Faust shockingly grabs hold of his ankle, pulling down on it. Pat is dragged down off of the apron, crashing face first into the outside mats, bouncing off of them.
The more aggressive Faust drags Evans to his feet, coming to blows with him when Silencer comes rushing across the ring at a crawling Savior. He steps off of Christian’s back and launches himself over the top rope, lifting his leg into the air to clear the cables then crashing down back first on top of Faust and his own partner. All three men tumble to the mats while Savior slowly begins to stand up in the ring, holding his arm in pain.
Douglas: Bodies flying everywhere in this fast paced tag team brawl.
Billy: Would everyone just please focus on beating up Faust?
Silencer rolls away from his laid out opponents, getting back to his feet then approaching the ring. He slowly climbs up onto the apron, sticking his head through the ropes when Savior steps in and jumps into the air. He wedges his knee right under Silencer’s jaw, pulling him down into a codebreaker before he could even fully enter the ring. The crowd cheers accordingly as Silencer’s face bounces from the knee, and his damaged body tumbles to the canvas. Savior now hooks Silencer’s leg only for the official to remind him that neither he, nor Silencer are the legal men in this contest.
Savior sits up, appearing rather enraged over this revelation, rising slowly to his feet and beaming an intimidating glare towards the official. The referee steps out of the way when Evans rushes up behind Savior, jumping into the air and driving his knee right between his shoulder blades. Christian is knocked forward and sent spilling through the ropes to the outside of the ring as Evans now turns towards the inbound Faust. The nimble Faust has sprung to the top rope and is now taking flight, soaring across the ring and landing on top of Pat’s shoulders. He drops back for a hurricarana only to have Evans stabilize himself, planting his feet hard against the ring. He uses his strength to lift Faust back up onto his shoulders in a powerbomb position.
Mayne: Faust is in for it now!
Douglas: He’s trapped in a very dangerous powerbomb predicament.
Evans barrels across the ring and throws Faust spine first right into the turnbuckle with a powerbomb. His small body bounces from the corner with force, his back arched as he comes down to his feet then stumbles forward into Evans. Pat steps behind his opponent, hooking his arm then lifting him into the air for the Spinal Tap. The crowd is screaming wildly as Faust reaches back with his legs, wrapping them around Pat’s waist then pulling him over forward into a roll up pin out of nowhere.
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Evans kicks out, launching his shoulder from the ring and sending Faust rolling over in reverse onto his feet. He stands up as Savior slides into the ring beside him, both men stomping their feet then moving towards a kneeling Evans. They connect with a simultaneous superkick right to Pat’s jaw, knocking him to the canvas amongst a wave of actual approval from the crowd. Savior now turns towards his brother, he and Faust giving each other a long, intense stare. Savior now lifts his hand into the air as Faust surprisingly reaches out with his fist, bumping knuckles with him.
Dan: Look at this, it appears that the brothers have actually put their differences aside here tonight for the greater good.
Billy: Well, I guess it’s slightly nice to see that…
Savior suddenly rushes forward and almost rips his own brother in half with the spear. The crowd is shocked and stunned as Faust is taken off of his feet and launched back first into the canvas. Savior now kneels at his side, wearing a truly diabolical expression on his face.
Douglas: WAIT! NO!
Mayne: Savior just speared his brother and tag team partner, WHY!?!
The fans are floored by what they just witnessed, right when they started to believe that the brothers were capable of co-existing Savior pulls a move like this. He stands up and glares down at the laid out Faust, who is unconscious after taking the full brunt of the Blaze of Glory. Christian steps towards the laid out Evans and grabs his arm, dragging him across the ring then placing him on top of the laid out Faust.
Dan: What are you doing Savior!?! I knew this guy couldn’t be trusted.
Billy: He just speared his own brother, and now he’s putting Evans over the laid out body of Faust, what are his motives for doing this? It’s almost like he wanted to lure his brother into a false sense of security, make him believe that maybe Christian had changed, then BAM, he takes him out.
Savior moseys away from the ring carelessly, slipping through the ropes then dropping to the outside mats. He looks back at the ring with a smug grin as the official drops down, making the quick, emphatic count.
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Evans and Silencer have won the Tag Title contendership, the crowd reacting with complete dismay.
Douglas: Unbelievable, Silencer and Evans are now the number one contenders, mostly thanks to Savior who betrayed his own flesh and blood tonight.
Mayne: Him wrestling most of this match was an elaborate rouse I guess.
Savior backs up the ramp, grinning pompously while Silencer crawls to his partner’s side, taking Evans around the neck then pulling him to his knees. He lifts Pat’s hand into the air, pointing at him with a huge grin on his face. The disgust from the onlookers only increases as the two celebrate their victory. Christian has stopped on the stage and for some reason is clapping his hands looking more smug than ever.
Douglas: We have new number one contenders for the Tag Titles, but why did this have to happen tonight, why?
Billy: The only man who knows the answers to those question is Christian Savior.
A truly diabolical light shines in Savior’s twisted gaze. Silencer and Evans get to their feet with the Submission Champion glaring down at Faust then up at Christian in absolute bewilderment, wondering how the hell his team just won this match.
HERE, HELLKITTY, HELLKITTY
We cut to a locker room where the new Cartel Champion, Desolation, is sitting and having a heated debate with a special guest for tonight, his wife (and former ULW World Champion) Hellkat.
Desolation: ...And THAT'S why Ralph Malph was the cooler of Richie Cunningham's two friends, it's just common sense.
Hellkat: And I'M telling you POTSIE was the cooler one. He was like the "sexy nerd" of his day! Seriously!
A knock on the door...
Desolation: Enter...unless you're Nathan Creed trying to sneak attack me before our match.
The door opens, and a wide-eyed, grinning face pops in...that of former Cartel Champion, Axl Evermore.
AE: Knock, knock!
Desolation: Oh...right. YOU.
Hellkat: Oh hush up, you! (to Axl) SO! Axl! Why on this emerald rock called Earth have you asked for me to show up tonight when I COULD be spending the night--
AE: --You bring your daughter here all the time, you two just usually keep off-camera, helping yourselves to the craft services.
Hellkat: SHHH! The VIEWERS don't need to know that!
Desolation has a good chuckle at that. Apparently, he still seems in good spirits tonight, despite Evermore's "intrusion" and the impending sure-to-be-a-technical-slugfest between himself and Nathan Creed later on.
AE: ANYWAYS...yeah, there IS a reason I asked for your on-camera presence tonight.
It is then that he brings his arms into view; he's carrying a small black bag...with the "UNSANCTIONED" logo sewn onto it.
AE: THIS...is for you, Kat. Congratulations.
Hellkat: For what?
He opens the bag and pulls out...a championship belt.
Hellkat: I already have a waist ornament. See? A happy heavy-metal skull!
Desolation: Yeah seriously, what's this about?
Evermore enters the locker room and sits in front of them on a nearby stool.
AE: Well, I'll be frank with you...
Hellkat: Okay, Frank!
AE: Brilliant. In any case, YOU, Katherine, are now the UNSANCTIONED World Champion.
Hellkat: ...What the hell're you talking about? You two jokers haven't even started any shows yet.
AE: ...*TSSSSCH* Yeah, I've been kinda lagging on getting shows booked.
Desolation: Yeah, when ARE you getting started on that? Besides, I'm just the ridiculously overpaid on-camera GM...Mr. Snatches-Defeat-from-the-Jaws-of-Victory over here's responsible for all the nitty-gritty.
Evermore just scowls at his sinister grinning face.
AE: (to both) I'll let you know when we get started. (to Hellkat) In any case, with no World Champion for UNSANCTIONED, your victory over me in the El Rey del Anillo tournament back in December seemed as good a reason as any to award you with the belt.
Hellkat: ...Cool! So I have a belt to go with my trophy. (mock wistful) And I must say...it's an HONOR to be named the first World Champion for UNSANCTIONED...
AE: ACTUALLYYYYYY...you're the THIRD.
He shrugs as Desolation derisively "HMPH"s and Hellkat looks at him with a confused expression.
Hellkat: THIRD?? Well, what happened to the other two???
AE: The first was a class act who unfortunately got injured, and the second...well, the second was a jack-off who threw the belt away. But that's all in the past, and YOU are the present, and hopefully future, of UNSANCTIONED.
Desolation and Hellkat look at each other, and after a second that seems so long you could plop an entire cheesy and inspirational 8-minute Emerson, Lake, & Powell song in it, break out in raucous laughter.
Desolation: Do--hee hee--you have ANY idea--hoo hoo--how RIDICULOUSLY CORNY that sounded?? AHHHHH-HAHAHHAHA!
Evermore's face scrunches up in dismay.
AE: (dryly) Well, I'm glad you two could find the humor in the fact that I believe so strongly that you can carry my company. REALLY appreciated, right here. Seriously.
Desolation reaches over and heartily slaps him on the back.
Desolation: RELAX! You're so STIFF lately! Loosen up a little, and maybe--JUST MAYBE...you might get taken seriously again.
He glances with his good eye towards the camera, and a smirk slowly forms on his face as he looks back at Evermore.
Desolation: Maybe even enough to be considered a contender for this Cartel Title again...
Evermore just stares at him somewhat blankly with narrowed eyes, then glances at the camera too, and the same smirk slowly forms on HIS face now.
AE: ...Oh, I can GUARANTEE it. You just get through tonight against Creed first...
Evermore stands up with a smile on his face and heartily slaps Desolation on the back.
AE: ...PAL.
He exits the locker room like he's the goofy neighbor on a sitcom, and Desolation and Hellkat are left staring blankly towards the closing door. After a second, Hellkat looks downwards at the UNSANCTIONED World Title on her brightly-attired-striped-tattooed lap, creating a humorous contrast.
Hellkat: ...Well, at least the belt looks cool and shiny...
Desolation: True...
COMMERCIAL BREAK
RESTORING THE GOLDEN GLORY
The show comes back live to the inside of the arena when out of the blue an explosion of multicolored pyrotechnics erupt from the stage and the titontron. As soon as the smoke clears from the pyro “You Know My Name” erupts through the PA system, resulting in a loud outcry of cheers from the crowd. Almost every seat is vacant, every fan on their feet with their arms raised high in excitement.
Douglas: Well, we go from one World Champion to another. The moment we’ve been waiting on is here Billy!
Billy: Time for a bathroom break?
Dan: Noooooo. We’re about to see the new World Heavyweight Champion.
Mayne: Oh, then it is time for my bathroom break.
Douglas: After what just transpired in the ring, and the fact that the owner has still yet to reveal their identity this is certainly a welcomed change of pace.
The curtains part to reveal Orlando Cruze, surprisingly eliciting an even louder reaction from the packed Manhattan Center crowd. An expensive suit clings to his body and the World Heavyweight title is draped securely over his shoulder, sparkling brightly. His eyes peer out from behind a set of rather lavish designer shades which he pulls to the edge of his nose to get a better glance of his screaming spectators. He now commences with perhaps his biggest march to the ring as of yet, weighed down by an extra five pounds of gold. Upon reaching the ring he jumps to the apron then moves across it straight to the turnbuckle, scaling the corner then lifting the Championship up high above his head. He receives a standing ovation at this point, the majority of those packed into the Manhattan Center showing their appreciation for his well deserved victory.
He drops back to the apron then slips through the ropes, sauntering to the center of the ring as balloons now begin to shower downward from the rafters. The gold is hoisted into the air as the Icon turns in circles, balloons beginning to fill the ring and cascading upon Orlando’s screaming admirers. They bat the balloons around excitedly while a grin stretches across Orlando’s otherwise stoic face, a microphone being handed to him by Kaily Wolf.
Dan: The moment I thought I’d never see again has come to fruition, Orlando Cruze stands in the center of the ring as the World Heavyweight Champion.
Billy: *Kurplunk!* That was the sound of the ratings crashing.
Douglas: That wasn’t a crashing sound, it was more of a gentle tumble.
As the gold glistens around the Icon’s shoulder and he continues to be bombarded by balloons, Orlando slowly raises the microphone to his lips.
Orlando: Ladies and gentlemen, I want you all to take a second and feel this moment.
The belt is lifted high above his head, resulting in another loud reaction from the packed Manhattan Center crowd.
Fans: ORLANDO, ORLANDO, ORLANDO!
Billy: If I feel this moment any more I swear to God I’m going to hurl.
Finally the gold is lowered back to the broad Icon’s shoulder, where he proudly covets it.
Orlando: We stand here in the Manhattan Center on a truly auspicious night. General Manager AWOL has resigned….
A loud mixed reaction commences from the crowd.
Cruze: And the Owner is on the verge of revealing himself….
This statement results in boos while Orlando’s eyebrow raises for a second then his head starts to shake.
Orlando: Wait, wait, wait.. I mean he’ll reveal himself in a way that won’t get us sued and have standards and practices up our collective ass-cheeks, hopefully.
Momentary laughter is heard from his staunch supporters.
Orlando: But all of those moments pale in comparison to what you see in this ring right now, Orlando Cruze standing here as the NEW CHAMPION!
Intensity overtakes his previously light hearted demeanor, the Manhattan Center again lavishing him with praises.
Billy: If this spiel goes on any longer I swear I’ll need a barf bag.
Douglas: Orlando making a powerful statement.
Again the Icon allows the reaction to die down before continuing.
Orlando: I’ve waited years for this moment so you better damn well believe that I’m going to ham it up. I know what you’re thinking, but Orlando, you’ve been champion three times before, so why is this win any different? Frankly, my previous Championship victories failed to reflect the hard work, the determination, and the drive that went into this one. This title win…
Orlando drapes the belt over his outstretched palm, staring at his reflection.
Cruze:… is the culmination of all my perseverance and dedication. This belt is the embodiment of years of sweat, blood and suffrage. I never had to overcome as many obstacles to call myself Champion as I have on this occasion. For years everyone and everything tried to derail my road to the gold; ranging from a band of squabbling brothers to backstage politics, but they all failed. I’ve fought through the manipulation of the Bitches of Eastwich, the ego maniacal ravings of a lunatic owner, and beat down after beat down to again raise the prestige of this BELT!
The shades are removed to show the fire and passion inhabiting his eyes. He motions towards the twinkling belt gripped in his opposite palm.
Orlando: You have no idea what kind of honor it is to realize that I’m not only Champion, but that I also concluded the infamous reign of one Hurse. Once again the title can be looked on with pride, instead of being shamefully disgraced while in the clutches of a feeble minded, emotionally unstable, power hungry tyrant. And now that I’ve taken this strap from his clutches I’m making it my goal in life to restore it’s glory, to reclaim it’s honor, and repair the damage done to it by the former title holder.
Again a loud reaction emanates from all those packed in the Manhattan Center.
Cruze: It took me literally years to stand here before you and make such bold claims, but in the end, they just won’t be claims, they’ll be FACT. If you think I’m going to lose this belt faster than it takes Bob to eat a ham, or Ron Raeth to play that disturbing Deliverance tune then your dead fucking wrong. After all I’ve been through I’m not about to let this gold slip through my fingers again. You’ll be calling Orlando Cruze, “World Heavyweight Champion” for a very, very, very long time. I’m not going to stop pouring everything that I have, physically, emotionally, hell even spiritually, into defending this belt. It’s time for people to remember why I earned that “the Icon” moniker and its time for the world to see what kind of champion I can be.
He steps up close to the camera which zooms in on his reinvigorated face.
Orlando: I’m not going to be the champion who ducks challengers. I’m not going to be the champion who hides behind the protection of their bosses. And I’m not going to be the champion who cheats his way to victory in every confrontation. I’m going to be the champion who rights the wrongs set by his predecessors. I’m going to be the champion who faces every single challenge and rises above them not through cheap tactics but through actual skill. And most importantly, I’m going to be a champion who you can RESPECT!
The response from the crowd only escalates, swept up by his vigor and his determination.
Cruze: Tonight, when I defeat Jackson Adams, it’s only the beginning.
The microphone slips through Cruze’s hand while he hoists the World Championship belt high above his cranium. Another loud reaction is derived from the sold out crowd, coinciding with Orlando’s exiting of the ring. He stands on the apron, wearing the gold on his shoulders and giving every fan amassed around him a stoic, confident gaze.
Douglas: A powerful statement just made by our NEW World Heavyweight Champion.
Billy: A statement that is going to back fire when Jackson Adams beats Orlando here tonight. Thank God he’s out of here, I don’t think I could possibly feel anymore ill.
“You Know My Name” plays over the PA system, Orlando dropping to the mats and now marching up the ramp with a proud air surrounding him.
STIPS, STIPS, STIPS GALORE
To another loud reaction Nathan Creed’s face comes into the camera’s view. He seems to be as confident as Cruze was just a few moments ago as he marches in the direction of the ring, seconds away from possibly putting gold around his waist, and joining the Icon in the prestigious club of champions.
Dan: We go from Cruze right to his partner Creed, as Nathan makes his way to the ring scheduled to compete for the Cartel title up next.
Billy: I spoke too soon when I said that I couldn’t possibly get anymore ill. At least Desolation will save the segment.
Eagerness oozes from the Future the closer he gets to the squared circle and perhaps destiny. However, all of his focus, all of his dedication is ruined by a frighteningly familiar nagging tone.
Oh sweety pookins.
Creed’s stops cold, his chest heaving with dismay and his eyes slowly turning to observe a figure hidden in the shadows of a corner. She uncrosses her legs and rises from a chair, slowly moving into the light, revealing herself as the most detested human being in Nathan’s eyes, Krissie McMorris. Seductively she strolls towards Creed who continues to beam an intimidating glare in her direction.
Nathan: Well look at what the crack whores dragged in. Can we save this little back and forth banter till after I win the Cartel title?
Creed turns to leave before Krissie has the audacity to grab hold of his shoulder. A somewhat offended Nathan looks over his shoulder into the batting eyes of McMorris.
Krissie: That’s no way to talk to a woman you were about to marry at one time.
Creed: Pain killers make people crazy enough to do anything. Now if you’ll excuse me…
Forcefully he pulls himself free and begins to walk on only to have McMorris pursue him.
Krissie: It’s real cute that you try to hide your feelings for me, it really is. Let’s be frank though, I’ve tried real hard to suppress my desires for you, but I just can’t help myself anymore….
A foul look overtakes Creed’s contorted features, absolutely disgusted by this revelation. He stops only momentarily to glance over his shoulder at a somewhat unconfident Krissie, who bashfully brushes her hair behind her head.
Nathan: I can’t say that I’m not surprised, or that I care.
This response leaves her outraged.
Krissie: Oh, you will care mister man, because in order for you to get this Cartel title match against Desolation you have to agree to a certain stipulation. A stipulation that states that if you lose then you….
Creed: Save it for someone who gives a shit.
Nathan puts his finger over her lips to make her shut up.
Nathan: I don’t need to hear the rest of your convoluted stipulation, because there’s no way I’m going to lose here tonight. Just like Orlando vowed to raise the prestige of the World title, I’m vowing to save the Cartel title from that son of a bitch Desolation. So I don’t need to hear another word, choke on it.
After making his feelings known Creed turns, marching down the corridor and leaving Krissie standing there, her eyes overwhelmed with emotion. However, her despair oddly transforms to a large, unsavory grin.
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DESOLATION © VS. NATHAN CREED
Douglas: Things continuing to spiral out of control on this edition of Riot!, and we now know that the owner is present backstage. They’re here Billy, but how long do we have to wait for the Twilight Zone to get some answers?
Billy: Whenever the owner feels like it, your not going to pressure him or her into revealing himself or herself, Jesus, it feels like I’m commentating another Domino match.
Dan: Indeed, but gender ambiguity aside, coming up next we’re going to witness Desolation defend his Cartel title for the first time against Nathan Creed.
Mayne: But gender ambiguity can be fun, sometimes, and expensive.
Tension fills the air in anticipation of the next superstar to enter the ring when the lights dim down. Adam Gontier's soothing voice cuts the tension swiftly
"Pain, Without love
Pain, I can't get enough
Pain, I like it rough
Cause I'd rather feel pain than nothing at all"
The drum beat kicks in for Three Days Grace's song 'Pain' and the lights flash syncronized to the beat. Nathan Creed walks from behind the curtain, his expression stoic as he stares down at the ring. He snaps his neck from side to side whilst ringing his wrists. The song takes a change in mood and softens as Creed starts a slow walk towards the ring accompanied by a low blue light that replaces the strobes
"You're sick of feeling numb,
You're not the only one,
I'll take you by the hand,
And I'll show you a world that you can understand,
This life is filled with hurt,
When happiness doesn't work,
Trust me and take my hand,
When the lights go out you will understand"
As the verse nears its end Creed reaches the ring and slides under the rope. He bounds to his feet as the song changes beat as the chorus hits and the lights change again into a flash of bright strobing lights
"Pain, without love,
Pain, can't get enough,
Pain, I like it rough,
Cause I'd rather have pain than nothing at all"
The start of the chorus causes Creed to scream, throwing his arms to the side in a Dreamer-esque pose. He stretches his arms by tugging on the ring ropes and begins a quick warm up technique before pacing around the ring, eyes sharp and focused, waiting for the technical display, that is a Nathan Creed match, to begin.
Dan: Nathan currently on a wave of momentum over the past few weeks, actually, ever since the start of 2008 he’s been more fired up than I remember seeing him in a long time, and now he has another opportunity to put gold around his waist. What I can’t help to think about though, is what that stipulation Krissie McMorris was talking about backstage.
Billy: Nathan should have heard her out, because obviously he’s going to lose this encounter.
Douglas: There’s nothing obvious about it. If there’s one man who could dethrone Desolation of his newly won Cartel title it would be Nathan Creed, who has pushed the Dark Man to the limit on numerous occasions.
The arena lights dim and the opening chords of the Rolling Stones' "Paint it Black" echo throughout the arena. Red lights flash and mist appears on the Jumbotron. The harsh, synthetic guitars of "Fever Dream" kick in.
The Jumbotron show a pair of black jackboots marching in time with the beat. In the faded mist past atrocities committed by the Dark Man, Desolation can be seen.
A red serpent's eye pulses with a red glow in the background, the glaring, sinister smiling face of Desolation appearing in the center.
Red lights flash on and off in time with the tune, and a column of red flame explodes in the center of the entry ramp, revealing the Dark Man in the entryway.
Desolation walks to the ring, head lowered and the Cartel title draped over his shoulder. He climbs up into a kneeling position on the ring apron, arms entwined in the ropes, a sadistic smile on his face as he holds the pose for a few moments.
He gets to his feet and slowly raises one fist into the air before stepping through the ring ropes, throwing the belt he just won with little disregard to the official. He then moseys right on past Creed, sticking his fingers through the ropes and snapping them repeatedly. A confused Kaily Wolf delivers a microphone to his outstretched palm.
Billy: New Cartel Champion, Desolation stands before us Dan, undoubtedly enjoying his forty millionth title reign.
Dan: I don’t know how much longer he’ll be enjoying it given the competition he’ll be facing for the belt in this one on one encounter. Plus a new number one contender will be crowned in an impending battle royal.
Mayne: Shhh, Desolation has a few encouraging and inspirational words to say.
A rather apathetic Desolation has his back turned to an insulted Creed, treating his opponent as if he were nonexistent.
Desolation: I’m going to make this short since your ADHD clouded minds can’t fathom handling a lengthy rant. The IWC may want me to elevate the prestige of the Cartel title and remove from your short term memories the fact that it’s been devalued through constant title changes and ridiculously undeserving title holders, but I just don’t care enough. It’s not worth my time or my lack of effort repeatedly defending a belt that became meaningless the second Faust won it. Therefore, when I successfully retain my title against Creed….
Nathan’s eyes are burning a hole into Desolation’s spine.
Desolation:….I’ll be bestowing the belt onto someone in a Hurse-esque fashion, an individual who I can keep under my sphere of influence. I may give the gold to whoever wins the upcoming battle royal, I could hand it to Robin Brooks or Hurse since their in desperate need of some charity, or maybe I’ll just rip off Medusa and throw the belt in the trash-can. Granted I don’t have nearly as much testosterone flowing through my body as Medusa does. I consider any of these concepts better than losing my belt through ridiculously controversial means, like slipping on a table. So this will be my first and my very last Cartel title defense.
Dan: What a bunch of self serving bullshit. I wonder if Axl Evermore’s bestowing of the Unsactioned title on Hellkat had anything to do with this.
Billy: It’s Desolation’s belt, he can do with it whatever he pleases. I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone as magnanimous and giving as the Dark Man. I’m trying not to cry over the charitable example he sets.
Douglas: Don’t give me that BS, we’re hearing more than enough from the Dark Man.
As the fans bombard him with boos Desolation merely smiles in a conniving manner, again lifting the microphone back to his lips to finish his thought. Before he can get in another word Nathan steps up behind him, clamping his arms around Desolation’s waist then dropping back into a vicious German suplex. Desolation slams into the canvas violently across the back of his head and shoulders, flipping over onto his knees with a glazed over expression on his face.
Mayne: THAT SWINE!
Douglas: Creed just as disgusted as the rest of us and he’s not waiting to get this match started any longer.
The rather ferocious Creed rises to his feet and approaches the struggling Desolation, who is slowly forcing himself to his feet. That’s before he’s clipped to the side of the face with a forearm strike, then another, and another from the ravenous Creed. Nathan delivers a straight upward chop right across the Dark Man’s sternum, sending him falling back first against the top rope. Another chop later and Desolation is sent spilling over the cables in reverse to the outside of the ring. He lands feet first on the mats, backing away from the ring while holding his sternum, Creed preparing himself in the center of the ring. Nathan rushes across the squared circle into the opposite ropes bouncing off and coming back in. He barrels towards his opponent, diving through the ropes with a headbunt right into the features of the Dark Man. The suicide dive sends Desolation reeling spine first into the barricade, bashing against the steel.
Billy: Good God Creed, give Desolation a second to breathe.
Douglas: Nathan all fired up by the disrespect Desolation is showing not only to him, but the Cartel title as well. Get him Creed, beat some respect into him.
Mayne: Who’d you steal that line from, Orlando?
Still pumped up Nathan rises to his feet and connects with yet another knife edge chop right to the sternum of the startled Desolation. He is then kicked to the gut and places in a front chancery, the Future hoisting him into the air for the vertical suplex. At the last second Desolation floats over though, landing on his feet behind the Challenger for his soon to be vacated title. Creed quickly performs a standing switch, stepping behind Desolation almost as soon as he lands and then clamping his arms around the waist of the Alpha Gen representative. He now snaps over backwards into the German suplex, dropping his adversary on the thin protective mats spine first.
Douglas: Oh, a German by Creed on the thin protective matting!
Billy: He’s trying to destroy our precious Dark Man. Come on Desolation, fight through the pain, your not even suppose to feel anguish for crying out loud.
The impact with the mats leaves Desolation stunned while he rolls onto his back, appearing incredibly dazed. Nathan rolls into the ring then back out before approaching his opposition’s legs, grabbing hold of them, attempting to lock on the Against All Odds. The fans rise, going nuts as Creed attempts to apply his finishing submission only to have Desolation wedge his feet against Nathan’s gut, shoving him backwards. The Future spirals back first right into the apron with a hard thud. He bounces off the hard portion of the ring then stumbles forward into the rising Desolation who catches his opponent then hoists him into the air in a scoop slam position. He quickly turns and scoop slams Creed right on top of the barricade. The spine of the Future folds over top of the steel causing him to grimace in anguish while he turns, leaning against the barrier sternum first.
Dan: Now a scoop slam onto the BARRICADE! There are years of hatred between both of these men now erupting back to the surface.
Mayne: There we go Desolation, that’s the Dark Man we all know and love and I’ve stolen numerous hair fibers from….
Douglas: Please don’t elaborate.
Desolation rolls under the ropes then back out to again stop the official’s count while Creed grabs at his kidneys, working his way up to his feet with the assistance of the barricade. However, the Dark Man reaches over the barrier, wrapping his arm around Nathan’s neck then dragging him over the barricade so that only his shins remain on top of it. The rest of his body is elevated over the mats before Desolation pulls him around into a version of the swinging neckbreaker. Creed’s elevated body is pulled down off of the barricade and driven viciously into the thin mats, causing the crowd to react with astonishment. After completing the move Desolation sits up, a devious, diabolical grin settling on his face.
Mayne: And the brutality just continues, isn’t this wonderful?
Douglas: If you’re a sadist maybe. I can’t stand the liberties that Desolation takes with his opponents’ careers.
Billy: That’s his best quality.
As anguish courses through his body Nathan rolls onto his side, gripping at the back of his neck now. Desolation takes him under the jaw, pulling him up to his feet then rolling him into the ring, following his opposition closely so that he can drop down into a quick lateral press.
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Nathan somehow has the wherewithal to shoot his shoulder from the ring, kicking out even after taking that lethal barrage of maneuvers. As a result Desolation sits Creed up on the canvas then runs up behind him, delivering a high impact buzzsaw kick right between the shoulder blades. Again Nathan grimaces, digging his finger nails into the palms of his hands while Desolation now steps in front of him, connecting with another buzzsaw kick this time right to his sternum. The blast echoes throughout the arena and elicits a groan from the sold out Manhattan crowd.
After landing his second kick Desolation spins around into a circle, facing his challenger once again then taking him by the ankle. He lifts up on his leg, sending Creed rolling in reverse right to his feet then delivering a spinning back kick right to his ribs. The shot echoes throughout the arena, causing Nathan to double over forward with his palms pressed to his battered gut. A smirking Desolation takes his opponent by the back of the head, jumping into the air and pulling Creed own face first right into his raised knee. The impact sends him reeling in reverse into the cables, spilling into them side first, his arm dangling over the top cable in order to maintain his upright base.
Billy: Oh how I adore when Desolation slows things down to a methodical, violent pace.
Dan: The Dark Man is indeed in the driver’s seat right now, although I doubt any state with a brain would trust him with a driver’s license.
Desolation rises back to his feet, methodically approaching his opponent who unexpectedly steps away from the cables, lighting up his sternum with a knife edge chop. The strike echoes throughout the arena, causing the fans to unleash a loud “woo.” Nathan then delivers another knife edge chop of equally as vicious velocity that causes the Champion to be staggered further in reverse. After landing a second chop Creed takes Desolation by the hair, dragging him forward ribs first right into his knee. He now clamps on a front chancery and snaps back into a quick vertical suplex that powerfully drives Desolation spine first into the canvas. As soon as the Dark Man’s spine meets the ring Creed spins his hips, pulling the Champion along with him to a standing base. Both men rise with Desolation still trapped in a front chancery, Creed lifting him into the air for a second vertical suplex. However, he shifts his body weight, allowing himself to come down onto his feet right in front of Creed who suddenly breaks his front chancery then delivers a violently headbunt right to the Dark Man’s forehead.
Desolation crashes to the canvas while Nathan stumbles in reverse, rubbing at his forehead. He now steps forward, jumping into the air with an extension of his back, dropping spine first right into the canvas, Desolation rolling out of the way of his attempted senton splash. The collision causes Creed to sit up again reaching for his kidneys while Desolation rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off then launching himself into almost a forward flip. He crashes upside down back first right into Creed’s sternum with a rolling senton. The impact knocks Creed onto his spine while Desolation rolls to his side, jumping into the air then coming down seat first right into the Challenger’s sternum. The posterior splash causes Nathan to convulse while the Alpha Gen member stands tall, swaggering forward confidently.
Dan: I’m sad to say that I can’t help but to be impressed by Desolation’s ability to use every inch of his anatomy as a weapon.
Billy: Well, I’m sure there are a few inches he doesn’t employ as a weapon, otherwise we’d more than likely be sued and earn an even later timeslot.
The majority of the viewing audience is flabbergasted and disgusted by the Champion who slowly turns towards his laid out opposition, who’s brief offensive flurry was halted emphatically. The Dark Man steps over Creed’s head then jumps into the air, placing his feet to Nathan’s face, raking his heels almost right across his eyes. Nathan sits up, rubbing at his face while Desolation again steps up behind him with another buzzsaw kick delivered right to the small of the back. A sigh of agony emits from Creed who slowly rolls to his side, his back having taken quite the beating thus far in this contest.
Desolation now takes Creed under the jaw, holding his head up so that he can deliver a straight right hand between the eyes. The closed fist sends Creed into yet another dazed, incoherent condition when the Dark Man steps in for another buzzsaw kick right to his sternum. This time Nathan reaches out and catches his shin with one arm though, keeping him from connecting with the kick. Unfortunately Desolation jumps into the air and uses his free leg to hit an enzugari to the back of the kneeling Nathan’s head. Creed is sent tumbling forward into the canvas while Desolation kneels at his side, a rather smug, intimidating grin on his face. The Challenger rolls onto his back with his eyes fluttering, attempting in vain to stay open. Desolation now steps in, jumping into the air with a double stomp attempt only for Creed to roll out of the way. He ends up beside the Dark Man, grabbing the back of his pants and pulling him down into a school boy.
Dan: A quick counter by Creed, but will it be enough to earn the pinfall!?!
Billy: BLASPHEMY!
The referee drops and makes the count.
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Desolation kicks out, rolling over backwards onto his feet then lunging forward with his boots for a front dropkick aimed at Creed’s face. Nathan stands up though and catches both of Desolation’s legs under his armpits, his opponent dropping to his back in front of him. The intense Challenger tries to turn the Champion over into the Against All Odds yet again to a loud reaction from the crowd. However, Desolation is struggling against being placed in the submission, turning back and forth to escape being placed in the hold. Nathan now finds himself close to the ropes though, dropping back towards them and catapulting Desolation sternum first into the top cable. He bounces off of the rope then falls backwards kidneys first right onto the raised knees of the laid out Creed.
Douglas: Nathan couldn’t get his Against All Odds established so he delivers that catapult into almost a back breaker variation.
Billy: Damn your indecisiveness Creed, quit changing up your moves half way through.
After bouncing from the knees Desolation rolls over backwards to his own knees but Creed steps in quickly, hooking both of his arms. He throws the Dark Man up into the air then turns him around into a double underhook, tiger bomb back breaker. Desolation bounces off of Creed’s raised knee yet again, twisting as he crashes spine first into the ring. As soon as he lands a dazed, somewhat disorientated Nathan jumps into the air, crashing down face first right into the Dark Man’s mid-section. The crowd is screaming at this point, very pleased with what they’re seeing while Creed leans back into the hook of the leg.
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The Champion again kicks out, avoiding being pinned by his more intense Challenger.
Dan: Creed literally seconds away from becoming the Cartel Champion. Perhaps due to this performance, Desolation will bestow the belt onto Nathan even if he loses.
Billy: Hahaha, there’s a better chance he’d give the belt to you Dan. And if he does, can I play with on the weekends?
The Dark Man holds his ribs and his kidneys as Nathan slides up behind him, clamping on a reverse waist lock. He applies a great deal of pressure, causing Desolation some mild agony before he begins to force himself up to his feet. As soon as he gets up Creed snaps back into a bridging German suplex that is hit with particular emphasis.
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Again Desolation kicks out, dropping over in reverse onto his knees while Nathan turns to face him, slapping on yet another front chancery. He forces his opponent to his feet then falls back into the vertical suplex. Desolation is slammed spine first into the ring while Creed spins his hips, pulling the Champion along with him back to an upright base. Creed drops back into another vertical suplex, slamming his opponent forcefully against the canvas. Upon hitting the ring Nathan spins his hips a third time, forcing Desolation over onto his feet as he sets for a third suplex. The Dark Man is hoisted into the air when he miraculously floats over, landing on his feet behind Creed who performs yet another standing switch. He gets behind the Alpha Gen representative, wrapping his arms around his waist and setting up for another German. Desolation back elbows him right to the face though, avoiding the move then turning around when Creed wedges his shoulder right to the Dark Man’s ribs, snapping back into a Northern lights suplex. Nathan spins his hips, pulling Desolation to his feet then falling back into a second northern lights suplex.
Billy: Why must Creed insist on hitting three of every move?
Douglas: Creed now going for that triple rolling northern lights suplex which could win him the title.
A battered Desolation is forced to his feet before he’s pulled over into a third northern lights suplex with the bridge.
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To the dismay of the gathered masses the Dark Man kicks out, avoiding the three count for what he hopes will be the last time.
Mayne: So much for your theory Dan, because Desolation kicked out yet again. No array of suplexes will finish him off.
Douglas: Nathan throwing everything at the Dark Man that he’s got at his disposal but Desolation determined to retain his title just so he can vacate it without actually having to lose it. I just made myself so confused.
An exasperated Nathan sits up, sweating while Desolation tries to regain his faculties, aching from the endless barrage of suplexes that he’s suffered. Nevertheless he begins to stand when Nathan steps in, delivering repeated forearm strikes under his jaw, each one delivered with more rage and intensity. Creed then spins around into a discus roaring forearm when Desolation shockingly catches him around the neck, dropping back into a downward spiral variation. The force in which Nathan’s face collides with the canvas is brutal, sending him flopping onto his back in a prone state. A slightly disorientated Desolation snatches hold of Creed’s hair, dragging him over to his knees and then pulling him up slowly to his feet. At the last second Nathan wedges his shoulder against the Dark Man’s gut though, setting up for yet another northern lights suplex. Before he can connect Desolation launches a knee upward into his face, then steps to his side, delivering repeated knee strikes to his cheek and temple. Nathan is left barely conscious by these blows while Desolation now rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at him with a big knee intended. Creed suddenly side steps him though, catching the Dark Man under his arm and lifting him into the air, connecting with a big Canadian back breaker. Desolation bounces off of the knee while both men drop to the canvas in laid out positions.
Douglas: A big counter by Creed with yet another back breaker.
Billy: Learn another move damn you.
Both men are rather drained from this fast paced, hard hitting encounter while Creed rolls away from Desolation, forcing himself to his feet. The second he stands Creed puts his thumb to his throat, slicing it in a Benoit-esque fashion as he pays homage to his late hero. Nathan steps past his sprawled out opponent, slipping through the ropes onto the apron then scaling the nearby turnbuckle. Obviously he is setting up for the diving headbunt as he reaches the top cable, glaring down at the sprawled out Desolation.
Dan: Nathan setting up for that flying headbunt to finish off the Dark Man and win the Cartel Championship.
Billy: Why must he try to disrupt Desolation’s well laid plans?
Creed takes flight, soaring through the air to a loud reaction then crashing down head first right into the Dark Man’s sternum. The entire arena erupts into a wave of pandemonium as Desolation begins to convulse, Creed doing the same while gripping at his forehead with both palms. Although in pain Creed forces himself into the cover, the fans screaming in the hopes that a new Cartel Champion is about to be crowned.
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To the despair of just about everyone in the building, Desolation kicks out even after suffering the flying headbunt. Nathan sits up on the canvas, his eyes filled with doubt and dismay, questioning what it will take to win him the belt.
Mayne: And Desolation kicks out of even the flying headbunt!
Douglas: Nathan’s going to have to dig down deeper to put this man away. Nothing he’s hit thus far has worked.
The increasingly exhausted Creed slowly forces his tired, aching body up to his feet, taking hold of Desolation’s hair. He pulls the Dark Man upward to a standing base then lifts him into the air in a scoop slam position, perhaps setting up for the Solitude. Before he can hit it, Desolation slips free from his shoulder, landing on his feet behind Creed then reaching up and taking him around the neck. Nathan’s head is bent over backwards into a reverse DDT position until he’s hoisted into the air for a reverse suplex. Desolation turns though, allowing Creed to land right on top of his shoulders in a fireman’s carry position. He is about to hit some type of death valley driver perhaps when Nathan turns, slipping off of his shoulders and then sliding down his back. Desolation is taken around the waist and rolled up in reverse into the sunset flip.
Desolation rolls through though, catching both of Nathan’s legs then pulling him over onto his gut, lifting up on his wrists to deliver the Curb Stomp. At the last second, Creed is able to pull one of his wrists free, Desolation bending forward to grab at his head when he receives an elbow to the jaw, followed by another one. The stiff elbow strikes causes the Dark Man to break up his Curb Stomp attempt, staggering backwards while Nathan rolls to his feet and now barrels forward into a vicious lariat. Desolation ducks under the shot though as he rushes into the cables behind him. He turns to bounce off the cables when a steel trash can is swung right into his back. The fans are shocked to see Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams standing on the outside mats, the giant holding a now dented chair as Desolation staggers forward. The referee spots this, turning and motioning for the bell.
Dan: Hold on a cotton picking minute here!
Billy: Too Magnificent just hit Desolation with a trash can from behind, if I’m not mistaken, and Houston is still the capital of New York, then that means they just got Creed disqualified!
Desolation falls to his knees, reaching for his kidneys in pain while the former Alpha Generation members back up the ramp, Adams and Too Magnificent grinning from ear to ear. Nathan’s angry eyes finally turn to notice them, marching towards the ropes then shouting over them at Too Mag and Adams. The referee has his head stuck through the ropes, talking to Kaily, who appears saddened as she steps back and makes an official announcement.
Kaily: Ladies and gentlemen, by decree of the referee, Nathan Creed has been disqualified for outside interference, therefore still Cartel Champion, Desolation!
All those packed in the Manhattan Center respond with an outcry of sheer anger. Creed’s face becomes enlivened with rage, his eyes almost ripping out of his skull as he transfers them to the face of the official. As he steps towards him the referee dives out of the ring and out of harms way.
Douglas: What a bullshit decision! Creed was on the verge of becoming Cartel Champion if it weren’t for Too Magnificent and Adams!
Billy: Too Mag and Jackson have just killed two birds with one stone. Not only did they screw Creed out of the title, but they just sent a message to the Dark Man, Desolation, one of the Alpha Gen members as well.
Mayne: What else is going to happen here tonight?
Creed has rolled to the outside of the ring, losing his cool as he slams his fists on the apron then turns, ripping one of the steel plates down off of the barricade. He turns while looking towards the heavens, his features twisted with animosity.
Creed: GOD DAMMIT!!!
Pain courses through Desolation’s back inside of the ring, pushing himself up onto his knees as the Cartel title now dangles in front of his face. The Dark Man merely slaps it down out of his hand, he too appears rather pissed over how this contest turned out. A chuckling Jackson Adams and Too Magnificent remain on the stage, surveying their handiwork with great joy.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Never die in plaid pants, this has been a public service announcement from the IWC.
BATTLE ROYAL
The show comes back to the inside of the Manhattan Center to reveal a slightly winded Desolation seated beside the announce table. The Cartel title remains positioned on the edge of the table, standing up to face the ring. He tries to regain his composure, breathing heavily with sweat racing down his skin, however, a confident grin remains on his face. Billy seems very excited by the Dark Man’s presence, and Douglas appears rather flabbergasted that he has to share the table with the diabolical Desolation.
Mayne: Welcome back to Riot! and look, LOOK, Desolation is sitting right here beside me. This isn’t an optical illusion or another of my schizophrenic hallucinations, he’s actually here.
Dan: Oh how I wish it was another of your hallucinations.
Desolation: Thank you for that warm if not somewhat disturbing introduction Billy, did you enjoy your mackerel?
Billy: I did, until I started choking on the bones.
Douglas: Um, far be it from me to question your motives Desolation, but why are you here?
Desolation: It’s okay to question my motives Dan, because I’m not going to provide any answers.
Mayne: Fair enough.
Douglas: How is that fair enough? That’s almost as fair as how you just retained your title.
Desolation: Can I help it if everyone wants to make a name for themselves by attacking me? Apparently Desolation assaults equal instant popularity around here.
Some rather hypnotic, disturbing lyrics begin to descend upon the ears of the viewing audience as a purple fog has rolled in upon the stage. Through the curtains marches Phantom, his head lowered and his hair hanging in strands before his face. His massive figure starts towards the ring in preparation for the impending battle royal, in which a number one contender for the Cartel title was suppose to be crowned.
Desolation: A mixture of the Undertaker and the Rocky Horror Picture Show on his way to the ring. It’s nice to know this guy spends his entire salary renting that cheap fog machine from the nearby skating rink, as if it makes him look anymore intimidating.
Billy: Hahaha, good one Desolation, good one.
Dan: Oh please. Phantom has been impressive since his return Desolation, maybe he’s deserving of being handed the Cartel title.
Desolation: If by impressive you mean he can still talk while having five jelly donuts shoved down his throat, then yes, yes that is kind of impressive.
Phantom steps over the ropes into the ring, his eyes almost glowing rather menacingly. He steps to the center of the ring and motions towards his waist before pointing at the gold positioned on the table in front of the apathetic Dark Man. 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.
Desolation: Cthulhu’s tentacles, how many emos can be forced into one match? It’s like I’m in Britain and My Chemical Romance is performing.
Dan: Riggs now making his way towards the ring, and what a phenomenal match he had with Psycho at Paranoia V.
Desolation: What made it phenomenal, all the mindless violence, or the thirty seven thousand near falls?
Billy: AHAHAHA! I love you Desolation.
An awkward silence ensues while Riggs jumps over the ropes into the ring, slouching down in a corner and eyeing the large, imposing figure that is Phantom. Both men with shadowy histories continue to observe each other in preparation for what should be an intense over the top rope battle royal. A booming voice sounds over the PA, with one of those swooshing sound effects that build to a crescendo.
"You know who I AM, where I've BEEN, where I'm GOING, how I'll GET there...and all that's left is to tell you's that I'm finally HERE!"
The feed fades to the Tron video, and as the lead singer for Drowning Pool screams the opening "1, 2, 3, STEP UP!!" to their song "Step Up", a name is spelled out on the black video background in bold red Sofachrome font letters: Axl Evermore. In between some of the letters, a split-second of Evermore-in-action impact clips are shown. It fades to a front view of the stage, with Evermore--wearing his Fully Loaded team jacket--looking down on one knee, arms outstretched like he just landed from a jump. He stands up and he RVD's a thumbs pose, shouting "A...X...L!" as the crowd chants along, then thrusts open the snaps of his jacket, revealing his well-toned waist.
Kaily Wolf: Heading to the ring, hailing from NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK...weighing in at 246 pounds...AXL...EVERMORE!!
He heads to the ring with stern focus and an energetic gait as the crowd cheers, then jumps and dives through between the middle and bottom ropes, tumbling forth into a hop, into a standing position at the center of the ring. He jogs to a corner, climbs it and thrusts his arms up and points to himself again, shouting "A...X...L!" as the crowd chants along. He hops down from the corner, takes his jacket and shades off, putting the shades in a jacket pocket, and draping the jacket over a corner post, then takes his bandanna off and throws it into the audience. Axl then stands at the ready, alternating between hopping place and standing in a crouch. He turns to observe his two gothic opponents then jumps to the middle rope, his eyes burning a hole into Desolation.
Dan: Earlier tonight we saw this man give your wife the UNSANCTIONED title, are you planning on returning the favor by giving your belt to him now?
Desolation: Well that would certainly make our last match a complete waste of time but since he’s the only person in this match not wearing mascara there’s a definite possibility I could just give him back his belt.
Axl stares out from his corner at the crouched Riggs and the towering Phantom, feeling somewhat confident about this evening. “Coming Undone” by Korn hits and sends many of the fans into a mixed reaction. Aurora Rose stands on the stage with her hand held up in the air in a rock gesture before she rushes straight towards the ring at an excited pace. The agile vixen slips under the cables and onto her knees, shifting her attention to Evermore who is just shaking his head in her direction. She then jumps to the second rope, throwing her hand up into the air again then making a belt motion across her slim waist.
Desolation: And the least feminine competitor is now out here ready to compete in her 14th millionth botched title opportunity. Honestly, did she perform plastic surgery on herself just using a brick and the jagged edges of a tomato soup can top?
Mayne: Oh, hahahaha, oh mercy.
Dan: That wasn’t even slightly funny.
Billy: Anything is funny coming from Desolation. He could perform the final battle scene from the film “Glory” and it would be hilarious.
The arena lights go off. The piano intro to "Spirit of the Underdog" begins to play. Blue lights come on as blue confetti falls from the rafters. Smoke gathers at the front stage as the intro continues on. As the into comes to an end, the confetti stops and the lights dim again only to be brought back by a large fiery explosion accompanied by the chorus of the song as well as red and yellow lights flying around the arena.
"Cause if you've got to steal, you've go to steal the show
It's the spirit of the underdog
And if you've got to break, you've got to break the mold
It's the spirit of the underdog"
Freak comes out and stands there as the crowd either boos or cheers for him. He looks around at the darkened arena seeing only flashing lights from cameras and what the red and yellow spot lights allow him to see. He makes his way down the ramp as the first verse begins.
"Seen you round, I know your face
Watched you try to grow up with grace
Seen that heart out on your sleeve
Like it's so much life
You're dying to feel, you're dying to feel"
Touching the fans hands (both shaking them and pushing them away) he reaches the bottom of the ramp and climbs up on the apron and slides under the bottom rope. He stands and steps to the center of the ring looking at all sides to the fans who send both boos and cheers giving them a few of his own before letting out a beast like roar.
"Spirit of the Underdog" Europe
'Cause if you've got to steal, you've got to steal the show
I've seen you reach that main event
'Cause if you've got to steal, you've got to steal the show
Seen you round, I know your face
Watched you try to grow up with grace
Seen that heart out on your sleeve
Like it's so much life
You're dying to feel, you're dying to feel
It's the spirit of the underdog
And if you've got to break, you've got to break the mold
It's the spirit of the underdog
And make it look like an accident
Your need for love can't be replaced
Just put away, at least for today
At least for today
It's the spirit of the underdog
And if you've got to break, you've got to break the mold
It's the spirit of the underdog
Mayne: And here’s the worse of them all Desolation, what hilarious thing are you going to say about him?
Desolation: UH….I got nothing.
Billy: But his name is Freak, FREAK!
Douglas: David Freak with only one blemish on his record since joining this company, having picked up several impressive wins, including a victory at Paranoia V over Chris Crowley.
Desolation: I’ve still got nothing.
All five competitors now exchange fierce glares before Phantom and Aurora surprisingly charge at Freak, beginning to double team him with a barrage of right hands. Riggs charges across the ring and chops an unsuspecting Axl across the sternum, knocking him backwards into the ropes. He’s now kicked to the gut and taken by the wrist, being whipped across the ring into the opposite cables. Evermore bounces off and comes back in at Riggs who steps in, catching him with a hip toss. In mid-air, the agile Evermore is able to transition around from the hip toss into a monkey flip on his opponent. Riggs crashes back first into the ring, wincing in pain while slowly beginning to rise to his feet, arching his back in the process.
Dan: And we’re underway here with Evermore already delivering an impressive counter.
Desolation: *Yawn*
Freak is pushed back first against the corner by Phantom who delivers an open hand chop across the sternum. A red blotch is left on David’s sternum by the strike while Aurora now jabs him to the features. She and Phantom seem to be picking up where they left off as a team at Paranoia V. Phantom takes hold of Freak’s wrist, whipping him across the ring into the opposite corner which he crashes against back first. He now takes Aurora by the wrist and whips her right towards the dazed Freak, jumping into the air and splashing him against the corner. Phantom comes barreling in as well, Aurora taking Freak by the wrist and whipping him out of the corner right into a big boot. The shot almost breaks Freak’s jaw, sending him crashing to the canvas while Phantom turns towards Aurora who extends her hand for a shake. A grin forms on his face as he reciprocates the handshake then steps beside Rose, grabbing her head and charging her towards the ropes. He throws her over the top rope, trying to eliminate her.
Aurora grabs the top cable though, dropping onto her seat with her back against the ropes. She narrowly avoids elimination.
Dan: Every competitor for themselves.
Desolation: Yes, they must find a way to shove that down our throats every twenty seconds in these constant clusterfucks.
A startled Aurora stands up, bending backwards through the top and middle ropes as Phantom storms towards her. She shoots her legs up into the air over the top cable, her shins connecting right against Phantom’s face. He staggers in reverse before Aurora skins the cat over the top rope back into the ring. After being slapped in the skull with the shins, Phantom turns towards Freak who delivers a swift boot to his ribs, pulling him down into a DDT. Evermore is busy lifting up on Riggs’ legs while he leans stomach first against the top rope. Axl bends forward, placing the back of his head under Riggs’ ribs, trying to lift him up into the air with almost a fireman’s carry. Riggs knees Axl to the side of the face, then does it again, causing his opponent to lower him back to his feet.
Evermore now turns as Riggs delivers a running Yakuza kick right under his jaw, knocking him over the top rope. At the last second Axl twists, coming down right onto the apron, grabbing the middle rope to keep from being eliminated. One half of his body dangles over the edge of the apron, precariously on the verge of elimination. Riggs sticks his foot through the ropes, placing it against Axl’s throat and trying to push him off the apron, gritting his teeth in the process.
Desolation: Oh my, the drama, the drama, will Evermore be eliminated, will Aurora finally reveal her Chyna penis, will David Freak develop a personality? So many questions so cliché a clusterfuck.
Dan: Why must you tear down everything?
Desolation: It’s my shtick.
Billy: And it’s a very good shtick at that.
Desolation: Billy, that better not be your hand on my leg.
More awkward silence ensues. A forearm blasts Riggs’ upper back, delivered by Freak who takes his painted opponent by the shoulder, spinning him around then pulling him forward into a hard short arm lariat. Riggs is taken down to the canvas before he turns towards Aurora still leaning forward on the cables. He barrels towards her for a lariat to eliminate her when Rose jumps to the second rope, springing off into a buzzsaw kick to Freak’s face. David crashes onto his back while Aurora rolls away from him into the cables. Riggs is still doubled over in front of the ropes, holding the top one while Axl stands up in front of him on the apron. The former two time Cartel Champion jumps over the top rope and rolls across Riggs’ back, landing right on his feet behind him then charging forward shockingly into the waiting arms of Phantom. He’s caught and swung around into a vicious black hole slam from his intimidating opponent.
Desolation: Big move after big move, don’t any of these emos have a work-rate?
Douglas: They need to weaken their opponents and do so quickly and in the process impress you in the hopes of being given that Cartel title.
Desolation: Well, they’re failing miserably. They’re irritating me as much as your run on sentences.
Phantom rises to his knees, beaming a very intimidating gaze down at Axl before taking hold of his hair. He forces Evermore up to his feet then lifts him into the air with a gorilla press. Axl is elevated high in the air, the crowd screaming as the gigantically proportioned behemoth approaches the ropes, about to throw him over the top rope. Right before he can be sent plummeting to the outside mats Evermore reaches down, violently raking his eyes. Riggs also steps up behind Phantom, delivering a hard buzzsaw kick right to the back of his knee. The gothic giant drops Axl to his feet behind him, while Evermore and Riggs both begin to repeatedly kick the back of his thighs, trying to cut him down to size. The crowd is rather stunned to see these two working together given the animosity that has developed between them in the past.
Riggs suddenly jumps into the air, flipping forward and in the process delivering a kick to the back of Phantom’s wide cranium. He drops to his fists on the canvas while Evermore rushes into the ropes in front of him, bouncing off then coming back in with a front dropkick right between the eyes of the demonic monster. The stiff strike sends Phantom falling to the canvas as Evermore rises to his feet only to be dragged forward right into Riggs’ shoulders, who is setting him up in a fireman’s carry. Freak steps in though, delivering a boot to Riggs’ ribs, causing him to drop Axl then be placed in a double underhook. David drops back, throwing Riggs far across the ring with a release double arm suplex. The body of Riggs collides viciously against the ring, causing him to go into convulsions.
David deliberately rises to his feet and turns towards Evermore, who steps in blasting him to the jaw repeatedly with forearm strikes. Axl steps back then jumps into the air for a leg lariat only to have David duck under the attempted blow. He steps behind Evermore, wedging his shoulder against his spine then lifting him into the air as he backs towards the ropes. He stops with his spine wedged against the cables, trying to push Axl into a backwards flip over the top rope.
Desolation: Oh well, looks like Evermore won’t get another undeserved title win, serves him right for threatening my daughter’s precious plushie.
Billy: Yeah, bye, bye Axl!
Desolation: Your flat follow ups never stop amazing me.
Evermore somehow catches the top rope, dropping feet first onto he apron then coming down onto his seat. Freak turns towards him when Axl slides under the bottom rope and through David’s legs. Quickly Axl stands, turning around to face David’s back then jumping into the air, dropkicking him to the upper spine. David is knocked over the top rope, crashing onto the apron then grabbing the cables to prevent his elimination. On the opposite side of the ring Phantom has gotten to his feet, leaning on the top rope sternum first while both Aurora and Riggs take hold of his legs. They use all of their strength trying to lift Phantom into the air and send him crashing over the cables to the outside mats. Phantom wraps his wide arms over the top rope, keeping from being eliminated.
Axl now steps in, blasting Phantom over the upper back and joining in the cause, trying to eliminate the giant as well. They all three put every ounce of strength they’ve got into trying and force the giant from the ring.
Desolation: Yay, the stereotypical gang up on the big guy routine.
Dan: You can’t fault this strategy, they’ve got to get the big man out first while they’ve still got the strength and the numbers game.
Phantom is on the verge of being pushed over the top rope yet is still holding onto the top rope. Using all of his strength he forces his feet back down to the canvas and now turns, grunting as he physically pushes all three of his aggressors away. Aurora, Axl and Riggs are all three thrown down to the canvas, rolling in reverse simultaneously. Evermore and Riggs end up on their feet when Phantom charges in, delivering a double lariat. The massive beast turns towards Riggs who charges in only to be hit with a headbunt that sends him right back down to the ring. David rushes up behind Phantom, hitting a hard clubbing blow right between his shoulder blades. The impact sends Phantom staggering forward into the ropes, falling against them spine first.
Freak steps back to the center of the ring, slapping his bicep then rushing forward with a vicious clothesline from hell. It connects right against Phantom’s throat, almost knocking him over the top rope, yet somehow his feet come back down to the canvas. Freak steps back, looking stunned that he didn’t just eliminate Phantom, the crowd screaming.
Douglas: Phantom somehow is hanging in there.
Billy: Come on now Freak, prove your worth, eliminate this blubbering fat ass in makeup.
Phantom continues to lean over the top rope slightly in reverse as Freak slaps his bicep repeatedly. He charges backwards into the ropes, bouncing off then roaring towards his dazed opponent. With one more lariat it seems that Phantom will be eliminated only for him to run into a big boot. The big man somehow has defended himself as he now steps out of the ropes, delivering a big running splash that throws his girth into Freak. The impact sends David falling to the ring and rolling across it towards the ropes.
Desolation: Phantom’s fat proving useful. I guess this is pretty much the only time having multiple sets of hooters comes in handy.
Billy: Unless you’re the chick from Total Recall.
Phantom is the only man standing in the ring but not for long, as he turns to face Riggs and Evermore who again surprisingly work as a team. They deliver repeated forearm strikes to his chest and to his face, staggering Phantom before they deliver a simultaneous kick to his ribs, doubling him over forward so they can place him in a double front chancery. They back towards the ropes, preparing to vertical suplex him over the ropes but even their combined strength isn’t enough to get him up into the air. Therefore Phantom falls back and delivers a double vertical suplex on both men. Riggs and Evermore begin to flop around on the canvas while Phantom sits up, his features twisted with intensity.
He slowly rolls to his knees, beginning to stand up with his face paint melting away slightly. Suddenly Freak comes charging in with a lariat delivered straight to Phantom’s throat, knocking him backwards towards the cables. Aurora now rushes in and jumps into the air, hitting a spinning heel kick to the sternum of the giant. The strike causes Phantom to fall back first against the cables when Riggs and Evermore crawl towards him, taking him around the shins. Freak and Aurora step in as well, grabbing his legs as all four competitors lift up on them, sending the big man flipping over the cables in reverse. He falls feet first onto the outside mats, officially being eliminated from this battle royal.
Douglas: Phantom eliminated, Phantom eliminated!
Desolation: Thank goodness Hellkat isn’t here, your high pitched wails would send her into an animalistic fit.
Billy: That’s why I wear ear plugs.
Dan: It took all four competitors but Phantom is now out of the battle royal. You’ve got to be slightly impressed by his performance here though Desolation.
Desolation: Nah.
Phantom’s features tremble with rage as he backs up the ramp, security stepping in and imploring him to leave the ringside area. His breathes are snarled and his eyes are almost bugging out of their sockets as he glares at the four competitors in the ring. Freak rolls out of the ring and reaches under it, grabbing hold of a ladder, sliding it out to a loud reaction from the crowd.
Dan: Oh my, a ladder coming into play.
Desolation: Of course, as if this wasn’t overbooked enough.
The ladder is placed on its side upon the apron when Riggs comes charging across the ring, delivering a baseball slide dropkick. His feet connect with the steel rungs of the ladder, sending it flying right into Freak’s face and as a result causing him to stagger backwards into the barricade, hitting it hard spine first. Riggs turns and reaches under the ropes, grabbing the ladder then pulling it back into the squared circle. Evermore and Aurora are exchanging right hands with one another. Unaware to them Riggs has placed the ladder across the sternum, and is now charging forward. They both turn at the last second, catching Riggs with a double drop toe hold, sending him crashing forward right into the ladder. Riggs bounces off of it and rolls away, holding his sternum in pain.
Desolation: Well I didn’t think I’d find myself saying this, but I am impressed.
Mayne: Really!?!
Aurora grabs hold of the ladder now, lifting it into the air then charging the top steel portion right into a rising Axl’s ribs. Evermore is doubled over while Aurora throws the ladder onto her shoulder, rushing it right into the Fully Loaded member’s face. The steel connecting with skull sends Axl tumbling to the canvas while Aurora places the ladder across her sternum. She slowly turns towards Freak who has re-entered the ring, charging forward with a big boot delivered right into the rungs of the steel. The ladder is knocked backwards against Aurora’s sternum, causing her to be sent reeling towards the cables, falling against them. A loud groan is heard from the fans as a result of that powerful kick while Freak comes charging towards Aurora, who bends forward and catches him against her shoulder. She back drops him over the ropes, yet he turns, grabbing the top rope and coming down feet first on the apron.
Dan: Freak almost eliminated!
Desolation: Wow, you get just as excited over nearfalls as near eliminations.
David leans on the ropes as Aurora charges into the cables running perpendicular. She springs to the second rope then comes flying off for some type of dropkick only to miss Freak, who drops down out of the way. As a result she crashes into the canvas, rolling across the ring right onto her feet. She turns just in time to spot Freak pulling himself over the top rope into a flying shoulder block to her sternum. Both athletes are knocked to the canvas while David slowly begins to will himself up to his feet. Just as he gets to a standing base, Riggs comes charging in with the ladder, wedging the lower portion against Freak’s ribs then pushing him backwards spine first right into the turnbuckle. The ladder is now leaning diagonally between the canvas and David’s ribs before Riggs charges up it. He takes a few steps up the rungs then delivers a dropkick right to the prone Freak’s face. The crowd unleashes a mixed reaction David continues to be held up by the ladder, looking even more dazed than ever.
Riggs rises to his feet when Axl catches him by the back of the head, charging him towards the ropes then throwing him over the cables to the outside of the ring. Somehow Riggs is able to catch the top cable though, hanging from it with his feet dangling right over the outside matting, swaying back and forth as he tries to stop himself from being eliminated. Axl thinks that he’s already taken care of another of his opponents, turning back towards Freak who has grabbed the ladder, standing it up in front of him as he steps out of the corner. With great quickness Axl jumps to the middle cable, springing off then turning with a dropkick right into the ladder, sending it crashing into the features of Freak. David is sent tumbling to the canvas with the ladder coming down on top of him.
Desolation: Amazing, absolutely amazing.
Billy: Stop it Desolation, your not suppose to be pleased by anything that you see.
Freak ends up laid out underneath the ladder when Aurora rushes at the cables at his side, jumping into the air then landing with the back of her legs across the top rope. She moonsaults over backwards right on top of the ladder, crashing ribs first directly into it. Beneath the steel rungs Freak begins to convulse, the crowd cheering accordingly. Aurora rolls off of the ladder clutching at her ribs before her eyes shift towards Riggs who is still desperately trying to hold onto the top rope, his legs kicking above the mats. She steps in quickly in order to eliminate him, banged up ribs in all when begins to skin the cat back over the ropes. He lifts his legs into the air and wraps them around the inbound Aurora’s neck. He tries to pull her down into a head scissors over the top cable but Aurora is holding onto the top rope with all her strength, keeping her feet planted in the ring. She seems to be fending off this elimination attempt rather well before Axl steps in, lifting up on her legs. Riggs pulls her down over the top rope with a head scissors, ending Rose crashing with force to the outside mats.
Douglas: And Aurora has been eliminated.
Desolation: You feign surprise why?
Mayne: We’re down to three competitors in this battle royal, either Riggs, Axl Evermore or David Freak are about to emerge victorious. And apparently one of them is impressing Desolation slightly, so we could see a new Cartel Champion crowned here this evening.
Desolation: Could? After what I’ve seen from a certain someone, it’s a definite.
The chaos continues inside of the ring as Riggs stands up on the apron then pulls himself over the top rope, twisting so that his shins come down right on top of Evermore’s shoulders. He seems to be going for another head scissors to eliminate Axl this time only for Evermore to turn around, his back facing his opponent. He reaches up and grabs the back of Riggs’ shins, pulling down on them and hitting an Alabama slam style spinebuster. Riggs is driven forcefully into the canvas spine first. On the outside of the ring Aurora has gotten to her feet, gripping at the back of her neck and looking rather flustered over her loss. She approaches a nearby set of stairs, kicking them violently before taking a deep breath and marching up the ramp.
Inside of the ring Axl has turned towards Freak who is using the ladder to reach his feet. He comes barreling in when David throws the ladder with all his strength right into Evermore’s features. The steel rungs slam with force against Axl’s face, causing him to crash to the canvas and for the ladder to fall back into the open palms of Freak. Riggs is now starting to get up despite the damage inflicted on his spine when David throws the ladder at him. Somehow Riggs is able to catch it across his chest though, arranged horizontally. David comes charging forward when Riggs turns the ladder, slamming the bottom portion right into his face. Freak is taken down while Riggs staggers to the center of the ring, beginning to position the ladder right beside his laid out opponents.
Billy: Why is Riggs setting up that ladder now? This is a battle royal, not a ladder match.
Desolation: It’s easy to see how someone like Riggs could get the two confused.
Douglas: Riggs about to put his body on the line again, just like he did in that deranged Tables Are Legal match at Paranoia V against Psycho.
The ladder is fully erected as Riggs begins to climb the rungs, now towering over both the laid out Evermore and Freak. As soon as he reaches the top of the ladder he turns to glare down at both of his opponents and now launches himself off. He soars through the air with a huge frog splash that comes crashing down right on top of Axl’s mid-section. The crowd is screaming as Riggs rolls off of Evermore, convulsing on the canvas and gripping at his ribs in the process.
Dan: A frog splash from the top of the ladder!
Billy: Riggs busting out another high risk move to impress you, Desolation.
A loud “IWC” chant has commenced from the packed Manhattan Center crowd while Riggs continues to favor his very banged up mid-section. He doesn’t seem to have fully recovered from the grueling encounter that was Tables Are Legal yet slowly begins to force himself up to his feet. After much anguish he gets to a standing base, staggering forward into the ropes. He leans against them for support then turns when Freak charges in out of nowhere, hitting him with the Clothesline From Hell and sending Riggs flipping backwards over the cables. He crashes to the outside mats, officially eliminated from this battle royal.
Desolation: There goes Riggs. Honestly, how does a gothic clown choose the name of a crazed Mel Gibson character?
Dan: Riggs unable to recover in time from that frog splash, which left him prone for David Freak. This is a real Cinderella style story we’re seeing here. Who would have imagined that this newcomer would make it to the final two in this battle royal?
Billy: Okay, okay, it’s mildly impressing. But David Freak better not try to cram his fat foot into a glass slipper.
A winded Freak now sets his sights on a struggling Evermore who is using the ropes on the opposite side of the ring to reach his feet. His body may be ravaged with pain but it doesn’t stop him from getting all the way to his feet. He turns slowly but just in time to spot Freak barreling across the ring, going for the clothesline from hell yet again. However, Axl ducks the attempted blow, causing Freak to turn and wedge his back against the cables. Axl now steps in, spinning around and connecting with a hard reverse heel kick right to David’s jaw. Freak is knocked over the top rope, being eliminated from the match, but wait, no, he grabs the middle rope, half his body hanging over the outside mats.
Dan: Freak so closed to being eliminated but he barely catches that middle rope in time.
Desolation: Intelligence shown by this Freak character, which is quite shocking.
Evermore falls into the set up ladder in the center of the ring, breathing heavily before he looks over his shoulder, shocked to see David rising back up to his feet. He steps in and blasts David to the jaw over the top rope, then does it again, the blows causing Freak’s legs to become weak, shaking beneath him. Evermore jumps in with another forearm to David’s face, Freak bending over backwards, his hand almost slipping from the top rope. Axl now swings around for a big kick only to have David duck the attempted blow. This causes Evermore’s back to face Freak, who reaches over the ropes and wraps his arms around Axl’s waist, now trying to German suplex him over the cables to the outside mats. The crowd is screaming in fear each time Freak lifts up on Evermore, who tangles his leg around the middle cable to prevent this move from occurring.
Dan: David Freak trying to German suplex Axl out of the ring and to the outside mats!
Desolation: Axl hanging in there just like that adorable little kitten in that poster Hellkat urinates on every time she sees it.
Mayne: Get him out of there Freak!
Axl back elbows David to the side of the skull, then does it once again, desperately trying to free himself. It takes one more lethal back elbow and now Axl is free, turning around to face David who headbunts him over the top rope. Evermore crashes to the canvas, grabbing at his skull and rolling towards the ladder. Freak slips through the cables, moving towards Axl and then blasting him violently over the upper back with a clubbing blow. He now takes him around the neck, placing him in a front chancery then backing towards the ropes. Freak grunts as he lifts Axl into the air, trying to vertical suplex him this time over the cables. Somehow Evermore is able to transition his body weight though so that he comes back down feet first to the ring. This doesn’t stop Freak from trying to hoist him into the air again only for it to prove unsuccessful. David now begins to knee Axl repeatedly to the ribs before pulling his head under his seat and wrapping his arms around his waist. With all his strength David lifts Axl up into the air and onto his shoulders, rushing across the ring for a running powerbomb, intending to throw Evermore over the ropes with this move.
Mayne: Bye, bye, Axl!
As they pass by the ladder Evermore reaches out and grabs one of the rungs, pushing himself over the head of Freak. He turns and comes down feet first onto the middle of the ladder while Freak continues to step forward. He finally stops with a shocked expression on his face, turning around towards Evermore who jumps off the ladder with a crossbody. Freak catches him across his sternum though and now drops back into a fallaway slam that sends Evermore flying over the top rope. To the shock of everyone Axl catches the top rope, coming down across his side on the apron.
Billy: How the hell did Axl just avoid being eliminated!?!
Desolation: It must be that sticky substance he has all over his palms, and despite what he tells you, it’s not glue.
Evermore keeps a tight grasp on the ropes, pulling himself to his feet. Freak gets up with his arms raised above his head, thinking that he’s just won this match when Axl springs to the top rope and takes flight. He soars through the air then connects with a flying forearm strike right to the back of Freak’s head. David is sent reeling forward right into the ladder, falling against it for support. An exasperated Evermore rolls away from David onto his feet, then comes barreling back in at his winded opponent. David turns towards him while bent forward for a back drop. Axl stops just in front of him though, hooking both of Freak’s arms as he sets up for the Flipside to a loud reaction from the crowd. Before he can hit his move David turns, wedging his shoulders against Axl’s ribs, lifting him up into the air in a Death Valley Driver position. He begins to approach the cables in order to throw the former Cartel Champion to the outside mats when Evermore slips from the shoulders of his opposition.
Axl lands on his feet behind Freak then stumbles backwards into the ladder, grabbing hold of it. He takes it down out of its standing base quickly then places it on top of his shoulder. David turns around in front of the ropes when Axl comes barreling towards him, driving the top edge of the ladder right into Freak’s face. The blast causes David to stagger backwards, spilling over the ropes then crashing to the outside mats.
Dan: He’s done it, Axl Evermore has just taken Freak out with that vicious ladder shot, he’s won this battle royal!
Billy: Poppycock!
Desolation: Absolutely amazing, I’ve never seen such grace, such poise, such skill.
Mayne: You can’t be serious.
A NEW CHAMPION IS CROWNED
Shockingly Desolation gives a standing ovation to what he just witnessed, a huge, uncharacteristic smile on his face. Axl has dropped the ladder, falling to his knees on the canvas and taking several deep breathes. This contest has drained all of the energy from his frame while he glares through the ropes at a struggling Freak, who is using the barricade to pull his damaged vessel to an upright base. He looks incredibly dazed yet still fumes with anger over the fact that he was so close to victory only to have it snatched from his grasp at the very last second. Desolation now snatches up his Cartel title, carrying it with him towards the ring.
Billy: Where are you going Desolation, please don’t tell me your going to give your belt to Axl. Anyone but Axl, give it to me, I’d make a better champion than him.
Dan: I’m stunned, Desolation is actually happy with what he’s seen from one of his rivals. It looks like he’s going to hand over his Cartel title just like he said he would.
The Dark Man steps up onto the apron and is handed a microphone, turning towards a somewhat distracted Evermore.
Desolation: Amazing, absolutely amazing. That was better than “The Call of the Cthulhu,” “Dagon,” and “Re-Animator” all combined. What a performance.
Axl gives Desolation an uncertain look, rather distrusting of his praise. The Dark Man steps through the ropes and does not hesitate to approach Axl, the gold gleaming as it hangs from the palm of his hand.
Desolation: I need not look any further for a champion to give this belt too. That performance was more intoxicating and enthralling than “The Strange Sounds of the Cthulhu.” You moved me, you touched me deeper than any Catholic priest could touch an alter boy. Who would have thought that something so lifeless could produce something so memorable.
Evermore is unsure of rather he should be thankful or insulted by that last comment. Nevertheless he stands up, waiting to be awarded the belt, which he may very well turn down for the opportunity to face Desolation again. The Dark Man wipes a fake tear from his eye while briefly clapping his hands around the microphone.
Desolation: For the first time in my career I’m actually breathless. Therefore, there can be no better competitor to put this belt on than you….
The belt is held out towards Evermore, who smiles slightly.
Desolation: ….ladder.
He reaches down and grabs the ladder off of the canvas, quickly setting it up then placing the Cartel title over one of it’s rungs. A disgusted expression twists Evermore’s face, his eyes blinking awkwardly.
Dan: HUH!?!
Billy: Desolation is um, giving the Cartel title to a….a…. ladder?
The gold now hangs from one of the rungs of the ladder as Desolation has snapped the belt into place. The Dark Man gives the ladder a reassuring pat on the rungs as Evermore tries to make sense of this.
Desolation: This inanimate ladder was by far and away the most talented competitor I saw in this match. In fact it may be the most skilled athlete I’ve ever seen in the IWC. Such personality, such in ring awareness, such infallibility, it makes a perfect Cartel Champion. So bask in the greatness that is your NEW Cartel Champion, LADDER!
Desolation steps back clapping his hands and staring at the upright ladder, the gold hanging from one of its rungs. Evermore doesn’t know what to think but knows fully well that he is quite insulted.
Dan: Way to further disrespect the title Desolation. This can’t be legal, a ladder cannot hold an IWC Championship.
Billy: If Desolation says it can, it can, and I 100% endorse his decision.
Douglas: This is absolutely ridiculous.
The ladder continues to stand in the ring, adorned with the belt while an exhausted Axl stands on one side of it, and a smiling Desolation occupies the other.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
THE TRUTH AWAITS
The camera briefly cuts to the backstage area, zoomed in on the parked limo surrounded by a barricade of shoulder to shoulder security guards with billy-clubs grasped tightly in their hands. The limo’s windows are completely tinted so as not to provide even the slightest clue of the Owner’s identity.
Douglas: As you can see the owner’s limo is still backstage and we’re sitting on pins and needles in anticipation of discovering their identity.
Billy: We’ll be find out later tonight right on the Twilight Zone, where all the mystery will conclude.
The intimidating security force continues to look out from behind their tinted face plates while the owner remains concealed in the limo behind them.
A STAR IS BORN
The show returns with a live feed providing us with a close up of Max Craven’s smiling face. The crowd inside of the arena reacts favorably to the sight of the Fully Loaded member, who’s smile cuts from one ear, all the way to the other. Obviously he has something on hid mind, perhaps a rather diabolical thought. The camera pulls back to reveal Susie Moore standing beside Craven with a microphone in hand and an equally as wide smile on her face, even though she has no idea why she’s grinning. The IWC symbol is positioned behind the back of the ditzy yet seductive interviewer while a microphone is raised to her full lips.
Susie: Max, I understand that you’ve requested this interview time in order to make a huge announcement. What’s on your mind?
The mic is thrust out dangerously close to Craven’s face as he rubs at his squared jaw with contemplation.
Craven: Well it’s certainly not going to have anything to do with giving a ladder the second biggest belt in the company.
Susie bats her eyes awkwardly, Craven having half expected a laugh. However, there is no response from Susie although Craven anxiously waits for one.
Max: You know, like what just happened in the ring….
The only response Susie has is a shrug of her shoulders. Finally Craven gives up, slapping his palm over his face.
Craven: Nevermind. My announcement is this, Susie, as of next week I’m going to be starting a huge competition….
Susie: Ew, ew, is it potato sack racing? I’m really good in the sack.
Craven is now the one giving Susie an awkward, prolonged stare.
Craven: I’m sure you are. But no, it has nothing to do with potato sacks….
He stops for a second with his finger raised to his lips.
Max: Actually, maybe it will. Depends how exotic you want to get. Anyway, I’ve noticed as of late that my movies have been getting a little stagnant with the same cast being used over and over again….
Susie: Throw in some Ewoks, it worked for Star Wars.
Craven: Yeah, sure, I’ll think about it, but that’s a whole nother fetish market. I’m talking about reinvigorating the porn industry with some fresh blood, which is why over the next few weeks I’m going to be holding a contest. This contest will be entitled “The Next Great Porn Star.”
Susie’s interest is perked.
Moore: Really? What kind of contest will it be?
For a moment Craven is too dumbfounded by Susie’s stupidity to generate a response.
Max: I think the title is pretty self explanatory. Basically think American Idol, but with sex. The winner of this competition will be decided by me and a panel of judges and will be signed to an exclusive deal with my company. And thanks to my artistic and tasteful directorial capabilities whomever wins will become a huge, HUGE, star.
Susie: REALLY? Can I be the first to audition?
Craven bats his eyes for a second then shrugs his shoulders.
Craven: I guess, but I’ll need some references.
Susie: Oh, are these good enough.
Susie unbuttons her shirt and turns her back to the camera. She dramatically pulls open both sides of her shirt to reveal her breasts to Craven, who glares at them rather stunned. His mouth hangs slightly and his eyes are opened rather wide.
Max: Uh, yeah, I guess those are pretty stellar references…
Suddenly a trash can crashes into the back of Max’s head, sending him tumbling forward into the concrete. His moment of bliss is ruined while Susie steps back with a scream, covering up her unmentionables. Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams now step over Craven, beginning to stomp him simultaneously over the back. He rolls to his spine to avoid the stomps while Too Magnificent throws the trash can down on top of him rather forcefully. He bounces from his frame and goes rolling down the hallway while Jackson bends over his beaten foe. Several emphatic slaps are delivered to Craven’s cheek.
Adams: Did you think there wouldn’t consequences for screwing us over at Paranoia V?
Another hard slap is delivered to Craven’s cheek, his eyes fluttering in an attempt to remain conscious.
Jackson: All you had to do was play by MY rules and follow MY lead. You just had to rock the boat didn’t you, and you see where your honor has got you now?
Too Mag stomps down on Craven’s ribs, causing him to curl into a ball of pain. Jackson stands up straight, backing away from Craven slowly.
Jackson: Your not going to be the only honorable son of a bitch to be laid out tonight. If you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a World Champion that needs to be taken down a peg.
A smarmy grin now stretches across Jackson’s face as he backs away from the laid out Craven, making his way to the ring for his one on one encounter with Cruze. Too Mag reaches down and takes Craven around the chin, turning his head so that they can look into his eyes.
Too Magnificent: This is only the beginning.
Too Mag lets go of his jaw then steps past the laid out Craven, who is still trying to maintain his consciousness.
JACKSON ADAMS VS. ORLANDO CRUZE
“You Know My Name” hits and sends the gathered masses into a frenzy. The packed Manhattan crowd is rallied to their feet, swept up into a wave of pandemonium as through the curtains strolls the NEW World Heavyweight Champion himself. The Icon strolls onto the stage with his newly won championship draped over his shoulder and an otherwise stoic expression residing on his face.
Douglas: There he is Billy, the new Champion, the incomparable Orlando Cruze.
Billy: And here I thought this night couldn’t make me anymore queasy, wasn’t seeing him once bad enough? Does the show production staff actually want me to vomit on live television?
Amongst the crazed reception Orlando raises his belt high into the air with one hand, resulting in an explosion of pyrotechnics which shoot from both sides of the stage. He stands in the center of this firework eruption, grinning slightly before making his way down the ramp, throwing the gold over his shoulder yet again. Around his waist glistens one of the Tag Team title belts as well. Upon reaching the bottom of the ramp he jumps to the apron, strolling across it towards the corner, which he steps up. He now stands on the second rope, briefly lifting the belt up high to another loud reaction from the crowd.
Billy: Quick Dan, hand me a hat, or a barf bag or something.
Dan: Refrain from vomiting please Billy, because again we’re witnessing a sight I never thought we’d see, the Icon standing here title in hand.
Mayne: But mark my words, with potential challengers like Jackson Adams, his reign isn’t going to last long.
With the fans still solidly behind him Orlando strolls to the center of the ring, turning to observe the entry way, the swaying curtains. A hunger still resides in his eyes, a determined glint that hasn’t faded over the years or sense his title win. “What I’ve Done” plays and changes the vibe in the arena, forcing them to react with disgust. Without a moments hesitation and with a pep in his step strolls Jackson Adams. The multiple time former Livewire Champion saunters to the center of the stage, adorned in his some fashionable ring gear for the evening. With a certain smugness he overlooks the booing spectators then approaches the ring where his determined opponent awaits. Jackson finally jumps to the apron where he waits, his eyes locked on the new Champion, the man who’s momentum he looks to disrupt.
Billy: Now there’s the type of guy you’d be proud to call a champion.
Douglas: Luckily it doesn’t appear that we’ll be calling him as such any time soon. And you can’t be proud of a man who attacks people from behind, like what we just saw with Craven.
Mayne: Yeah, but the title situation will change tonight when he beats the Icon straight up and Craven got what he had coming to him.
Dan: Has Adams ever beaten someone straight up?
Jackson grabs the top rope, hopping over it into the ring then shooting some verbal jabs at the title holder. All the while Orlando maintains a grin, handing off his belt to official Stuart Wright. The referee steps towards the ropes to hand off the belt when Adams snatches the gold straight from his clutches. He arrogantly steps towards a now enraged Orlando, holding the title high above his head and chuckling cockily. The second he moves in his opponent’s direction however, Orlando slugs him viciously under the jaw. Adams is sent crashing to the canvas, dropping the belt to his side and sending the fans into a loud uproar.
Douglas: Bad idea Adams.
Billy: The audacity of Orlando to slug Jackson before the bell could even sound.
Dan: The man was disrespecting the Icon by grabbing his belt, he deserved what he just got and what he’s about to receive.
A fuming Orlando grabs Jackson’s legs, lifting them into the air then trying to step through them in order to apply the sharpshooter. All those in attendance rise in anticipation of seeing this move locked in before Adams scoots across his back, grabbing the ropes then slipping under them to the outside of the ring. He remains seated on the apron as Orlando reaches over the cables grabbing his hair and pulling him to his feet. However, Jackson quickly rakes his eyes, causing the Icon to stumble backwards away from the ropes, rubbing at his damaged pupils. The former Livewire Champion slips through the ropes then bolts towards his aching adversary who suddenly catches him with a spinning powerslam into the lateral press.
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Adams launches his shoulder from the ring.
Douglas: A quick pinfall attempt from the new Champion.
Billy: Will you stop rubbing that fact in? Your making me all the more ill each time you emphasize it.
In pain Adams rolls away from the Icon, being taken by the wrist in the process then forced up to his feet. Orlando swings around under the arm of JA then whips him towards the corner, sending him charging into the turnbuckle. At the last second Jackson reaches out though, catching the top rope then jumps into the air, extending his legs backwards in the hopes that he will float over the incoming Orlando’s shoulders. However, Orlando stops cold in his tracks, causing Adams to land on his feet right in front of him, causing Jackson to become confused. The Champion steps to Jackson’s side then delivers a Russian leg sweep before applying the porn pretzel. He clamps onto the wrist then wraps his leg around the back of Jackson’s neck, pushing his head forward to the point that his jaw almost touches his sternum. The crowd is cheering at the sight of this quick submission predicament.
Douglas: The porn pretzel now established.
Billy: The only enjoyable aspect of this move being locked on Adams is the name of it.
Pain courses through the frame of the pompous Adams who stomps the back of his heels against the canvas. He begins to turn his body though, trying to free himself before he slips his hand out of Orlando’s grasp. He then turns and buries his shoulders into the back of Orlando’s thighs, jumping forward into a jackknife cover, bridging over the body of his opponent while holding the back of his knees.
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The Icon reaches up, wrapping his arms around Jackson’s waist then bridging his body upwards. He forces JA up off of the canvas, carrying both men’s body weight to their feet where he turns, pulling Jackson around into a back slide predicament. However, Adams buries his feet forcefully to the canvas, keeping himself from being dragged down into the canvas across the back of his shoulders. He begins to struggle, forcing one arm free while both men turn to face each other. The Icon quickly pulls Jackson forward into a short arm clothesline when Adams ducks the inbound arm, catching Cruze around the neck then pulling him down into a reverse neckbreaker. Orlando crashes into the canvas across the back of his cranium with force.
Billy: Yay, now that’s what I’m talking about, Jackson getting the upper hand over the Champion, you’ll be seeing a lot of that in the coming months I’m sure.
Douglas: He got in one offensive move, it’s not like he gave birth to a hand or something, it’s nothing to get all excited about.
Orlando sits up, gripping at the back of his cranium while Adams rushes into the cables in front of him. He comes charging back in where he delivers a vicious running knee strike directly to the face of his opposition, knocking him down to the canvas across his back. Jackson quickly turns and falls into the lateral press, hooking a leg in the hopes that he has achieved a pinfall.
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Cruze gets his shoulder up, kicking out right before the third slap of the canvas. The somewhat disgruntled Jackson now stands, stepping forward and dropping a quick leg across Orlando’s throat then sitting him up on the canvas. He quickly clamps on a rear chin lock, forcefully applying it with a grit of his teeth. The submission predicament leaves the Icon seated in the ring struggling for freedom, trying his best to regain his upright base.
Billy: That’s right Jackson, keep the hold applied, keep Orlando down and force his ass to tap.
For once Jackson looks a little more aggressive and intense, constantly twisting at the Icon’s neck until Orlando’s face becomes a shade of purple. Now he starts to force his way upwards amongst a wave of approval from the crowd, Jackson refusing to break the submission however. He applies it all the more aggressively when Orlando pushes his way in reverse, forcing Jackson backwards as well, ramming him spine first directly into the turnbuckle. Jackson crashes against the corner with force, Orlando stumbling forward and rubbing at his throat in pain. The intense Adams steps out of the corner and wraps his arms around Cruze’s neck yet again, applying a second rear chin lock, absolutely refusing to break it. Orlando tries to counter once more, forcing his way backwards and powering Jackson towards the turnbuckle for a second time. At the last second Adams jumps into the air, landing seat first on the top rope and breaking his own hold. He wraps his arm around Orlando’s neck then jumps off the corner, twisting around into a tornado reverse neckbreaker.
Mayne: Another brilliant move from the Spectacular One, Jackson Adams.
Dan: Spectacular One? Did you just make that up?
Billy: Actually I spent most the night devising it.
Dan: It certainly doesn’t show.
Again Orlando finds himself sitting up on the canvas, reaching for the back of his head after its forceful collision with the canvas. Jackson rises to his knees, scooting up behind Orlando then applying yet another reverse chin lock. A flustered Adams tries to hide his despair behind a cheesy grin which he shoots towards the booing fans. All those packed into the Manhattan Center are rather repulsed by Adams shit eating grin, especially at the expense of the new World Champion. Orlando’s face is twisted with pain while sweat begins to roll down his increasingly red skin. After slamming into the canvas with the tornado reverse neckbreaker he finds it very difficult to fight his way free from the submission for a third time. The anguish doesn’t stop him from trying though, beginning to jostle and shake as he forces himself towards a standing base. Adams stands and bends downward into the hold to further emphasize it, to get a better grasp.
Billy: Oh yeah, it’s only a matter of time now, my stomach is finally starting to settle.
Douglas: Orlando trapped in the sleeper for a third time, and he is fading rapidly from these constant submission holds. I certainly cannot fault this strategy.
Although bogged down by these consistent sleeper holds, the Icon digs his finger nails into his palms, beginning to rise. He buries his feet to the ring and starts to stand while Jackson’s smile wavers, attempting to put more and more pressure into the hold. After a dire struggle Orlando reaches his feet though, forcing Adams to break his own hold, delivering a forceful forearm strike right to the back of the Icon’s head. He now jumps into the air, delivering a dropkick to the back of his opposition’s cranium. The blow sends Orlando reeling forward into the ropes, falling against the second one chest and throat first. His arms dangle over the middle cable while Jackson rushes up behind him, jumping into the air. He lands seat first on the back of Orlando’s head, forcing his throat down into the middle rope violently. Cruze bounces off the cables then rolls back to the center of the ring while Jackson slips through the ropes, landing on the outside mats.
He quickly turns and jumps to the apron, grabbing the top rope then lunging over it. He maintains his grasp on the top rope, twisting his body around so that he comes down with a splash right on top of Orlando’s mid-section. After landing he hooks both legs.
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Once more the Icon lunges his shoulder from the ring, kicking out before his momentum could be cut short. A somewhat angered Adams takes Orlando around the neck, pulling him over onto his elbows and knees then delivering repeated stomps to the top of his head. He quickly rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off then coming back in with a front dropkick right to the top of Orlando’s skull. The stiff strike causes him to roll onto his back reaching for his noggin in anguish.
Dan: Jackson continuing to press the advantage.
Mayne: And doing so in style, this is wonderful, absolutely wonderful. Watching Jackson decimate Orlando is better than going to Disney World, and there’s no lines.
Douglas: Stop with the analogies, your horrible at them.
A rather energetic Jackson watches as the Icon rolls towards a corner, grabbing the cables then pulling himself up to his feet. His back falls against the turnbuckle while Jackson barrels towards him, jumping into the air for a splash. Suddenly Orlando turns his body, catching Jackson against his shoulders though then stepping out of the corner, looking for a death valley driver. However, Adams slips out of the fireman’s carry, landing gracefully behind Cruze then hooking both of his arms, twisting him around into position for the unprettier. The boos of despair quickly change to cheers of delight as Orlando pulls his head out from between his opponent’s shoulder blades, grabbing hold of Jackson’s arm then trying to force him down into the same crossface that won him the title.
Billy: Ah, fight it, fight it Jackson!
Dan: Orlando looking for that lethal crossface.
Jackson drops to a knee as the Icon tries with everything he’s got to force him to the canvas into the submission. He sticks his hands out, attempting to interlock them in front of Jackson’s chin only for the former Livewire Champion to bite one of his thumbs. He sinks his teeth deep into the flesh, causing Orlando to shout out in pain, breaking up the crossface attempt while Adams stands, continuing to hold his opponent’s hand in his mouth. Finally he spits it out and then steps behind Cruze, again taking him by the arms. To the disgust of the crowd Orlando is spun around into yet another unprettier predicament. This time though Orlando bends down, sticking his head under the seat of Adams then standing up, holding Jackson in an electric chair position before dropping back. Jackson slams into the canvas across his back with force, the crowd reciting their approval. Both athletes are now laid out, with the crowd chanting the name of the World Champion.
Dan: Reversals between both these athletes leading to that electric chair drop that has now left them both laid out.
Billy: Get up Adams, get up, oh boy, I’m not feeling well again.
Despite their pain both men start to roll to their sides, attempting to stand up. They block their agony while rising upwards to a loud Cruze chant. After a bitter struggle they both stand up, Adams stepping in to slug Orlando to the face. His fist is blocked at the last second, Orlando burying his shoulder to Jackson’s ribs then powering him backwards spine first right into the turnbuckle. He is driven against the corner with force, Orlando staggering backwards eyeing his now prone opponent. Once he gets himself steadied Orlando rushes forward only to run into the raised boot of his adversary, causing him to once again stumble backwards. Jackson now pulls himself up onto the corner seat first, reaching out and taking Orlando by the cranium, pulling him backwards into position for the tornado reverse DDT. This time though Orlando grabs Jackson’s hair, dragging him forward onto his shoulder then rushing forward across the ring into a running powerslam. Jackson is driven with force against the canvas, beginning to convulse horribly.
Pain rushes through Adams’ spinal column while he rolls to his knees, Orlando stepping in and taking him around the arms. He forces Jackson up to his feet with both of his arms hooked, beginning to deliver repeated knee strikes to his ribs. Each knee lands forcefully and viciously against the ribs of Adams before he drops back into a bridging double underhook suplex.
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Douglas: Jackson is completely at the mercy of the Icon.
Billy: Show some mercy Orlando.
Dan: He will show no mercy to someone who will show him none.
Mayne: I have no idea what you just said.
A hopping Adams sticks his hands up in prayer, begging Orlando to show some leniency while Orlando puts on a smug grin, shaking his head dramatically. He now pulls Jackson forward, catching him across the sternum yet again for the Rock Bottom. He lifts him up into the air when Jackson squirms free, slipping around behind the arm and landing on his feet behind Orlando’s back, catching hold of both his arms. Cruze is turned around then driven face first into the canvas with the unprettier, Jackson finally nailing one of his more lethal trademark moves. The Icon’s face bashes violently against the ring while Adams desperately pushes him over onto his back for the pin. He wedges his forearm against Cruze’s face for the pin while the crowd screams.
Billy: The Unprettier, yippee, yippee!
Dan: Adams may score a monumental upset!
Jackson continues to drive his forearm into Orlando’s face for the pin.
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Somehow he kicks out, sending the crowd into a loud uproar and infuriating Jackson.
Mayne: ARGH! How dare he kick out.
Dan: Orlando got his shoulder up, he withstood the unprettier, but how much more can his body tolerate in this seesaw battle.
Billy: I’m surprised it’s withstood what its already suffered.
Even after taking the unprettier Orlando begins to stir, a dazed expression inhabiting his eyes while Adams stands up behind him, slapping his opponent on the back of the cranium repeatedly.
Jackson: Your not championship material Orlando, your not championship material!
Adams takes Orlando around the neck, forcing him to his knees then beginning to hook both of his arms for the Angels’ Wings.
Billy: Now this match is over boys and girls.
Douglas: Jackson setting for the Double Take.
The diabolical Adams prepares for the biggest win of his career when Orlando stands up, back dropping him over his cranium. As Jackson falls to the canvas he wraps his arms around Cruze’s waist, pulling him down into a sunset flip.
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At the last second Orlando rolls over backwards onto his knees then stands up catching both of his opponent’s legs, attempting to step through them in order to apply the sharpshooter. Jackson scoots backwards across his spine again, trying to avoid being locked in the hold, Orlando unable to get is established. Therefore he steps to Jackson’s side, taking hold of his ankle and then lifting up on it, sending Adams into a backwards roll where he ends up on his feet. Orlando quickly takes him across the chest, lifting Adams up into the air then delivering the Rock Bottom.
Billy: GAAWWWHH!
Dan: The Rock Bottom from the Icon, he just drove Jackson almost through the ring.
Orlando hooks Jackson’s leg.
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The crowd reacts loudly and positively. A huge eruption commences with the Icon’s music hitting the PA system.
Billy: Oh God, oh God no, Orlando couldn’t have beaten Jackson, it’s, it’s, it’s impossible.
Douglas: Orlando is victorious here tonight, the World Champion defeating this diabolical Adams.
Mayne: I feel so sick…oh no…arrrgghh..
The camera briefly cuts to Billy Mayne vomiting behind the announce table.
Dan: Dear lord it’s on my shoes!
The World title is given to the rising, tired Orlando, who tosses the belt over his shoulder, stroking the gold. That’s when Too Magnificent slides into the ring, rushing up right behind him. Cruze turns just in time, bending forward and catching his massive rival against his shoulder, hitting him with the spinebuster.
Douglas: Too Magnificent trying to interfere but he’s taken down with a well timed spinebuster from Orlando Cruze.
Billy: Oh no, I’m going to start throwing up again.
Dan: Butch up man!
Orlando steps over Too Magnificent, beginning to stomp him repeatedly to the sternum now when Jackson rushes up behind his opposition. He delivers a forearm in his dazed state right to the back of Orlando’s cranium, knocking him down to all fours while Jackson begins to stomp away at the back of his cranium.
Douglas: Adams turning the tide, getting a measure of revenge for his loss against the new World Champion.
Billy: My stomach is finally starting to settle down a bit, get him Adams, get him!
Too Magnificent slowly starts to pull himself up the ropes clutching at his spinal column. He steps towards the laid out Champion, beginning to join in with stomp after stomp on the Icon’s back when the crowd’s reaction drastically changes at the sight of Nathan Creed barreling towards the ring. The Future charges right at the squared circle, sliding in under the ropes to a loud reception from the Manhattan Center crowd.
Douglas: It’s Nathan Creed, who’s issues with Adams and Too Magnificent are long standing!
Mayne: Why can’t he just butt out?
An angered, intense Creed bolts at Magnificent, who turns right into a vicious chop across the sternum, that sends him reeling in reverse. He turns his intimidating gaze on Adams who drops to the canvas, rolling under the ropes to avoid the man that they screwed out of the Cartel title earlier in the night. Creed now rushes forward and lariats the monstrous Magnificent over the ropes, sending him flipping over the cables then landing on his feet. He staggers backwards to the side of Adams, who props up his large associate while gripping at the back of his neck. Nathan steps up onto the ropes, glaring down at both Too Mag and Jackson with great intensity, ready to rip them to shreds should they try to jump his partner once again. Orlando rises back to his feet, snatching his title off of the canvas in a fit of rage. Confidence swells within him however upon stepping to his partner’s side, raising the Championship belt aloft. Adams and Too Magnificent are fuming while stepping around the ring, pointing to the inside of it and promising swift, painful punishment.
Dan: The team of Cruze and Creed, colorfully dubbed, 3N standing tall tonight. I can’t wait till the confusion swirling around the Tag Titles is resolved so that we can see these two standing together as champions yet again.
Mayne: Dan, I think I need a doctor, I’m about to start vomiting all over again.
Douglas: Creed avenging the screw job pulled on him earlier tonight, and doing so by coming to his partner’s aid.
Creed and Cruze continue to loom in the ring, their eyes locked with intensity on the faces of their sworn enemies.
Ohhh boooyysss…
Speculation abounds in both Nathan’s and Orlando’s eyes, both men briefly glancing at each other then over their shoulders towards the entry way. Now residing on the stage is one Krissie McMorris and an army of the Owner’s private security force, again adorned in their riot gear. Creed becomes rather freaked out at the sight of McMorris holding a bundle of flowers and wearing a long, flowing white wedding dress. A smile is depicted on her blushing face and a microphone is gripped in her other palm.
Dan: What in the …hell?
Mayne: Why does it look like Krissie McMorris is auditioning for a Julia Roberts movie?
The concern on Nathan’s part is escalating while he briefly glances at an incredibly confused World Champion.
Krissie: I’m sorry to interrupt this male bonding moment, but I have some big news. As of right now, the two of you are barred from the building for the rest of the night, yay!
The Icon and the Future shake their heads, realizing they’re being kicked out simply to protect the new Owner from their wrath.
McMorris: But that’s not all, because it’s time to announce the stipulation that I was talking to you about earlier Creedy. See, you lost to Desolation, therefore you have no choice but to comply.
Creed slides his palm down his face, really not liking where this is going.
Krissie: There’s no backing out of it this time Creedy, because now that you’ve lost, in just a few short weeks, you HAVE to marry me.
A loud mixed reaction emanates from the crowd, Nathan looking as if he’s almost floored by this announcement. His entire body has gone a bright shade of white. His chest is heaving with despair while Krissie winks in his direction.
McMorris: And if you fail to go through with the wedding, then you’ll not only be fired from the IWC, but I can guarantee that you’ll be blacklisted from the wrestling community for the rest of your life.
Her grin grows all the more wide as Creed’s eyes are overwhelmed with sheer surprise. Cruze appears to have no idea how to react or comfort his best friend, who looks as if he’s on the verge of fainting over this news.
Krissie: Bye, bye boys, I’ll see you both at the wedding, hehehehe.
She backs up through the line of guards who now begin to storm towards the ring. Creed is still absolutely stricken for a response, dumbfounded by the news that he just heard.
Dan: And tonight just keeps getting stranger, besides having vomit in my shoes, Krissie has just forced Nathan Creed to marry her.
Mayne: When will the madness end?
COMMERCIAL BREAK
THE TWILIGHT ZONE
The telecast comes back live to the inside of the Manhattan Center with the ring lavishly decorated for the Twilight Zone. Occupying the squared circle is the No Holds Barred Champion himself, Christian Savior. A fine suit adorns his frame on this evening, for this special event.
Christian Savior: Welcome to the TWILIGHT ZONE!
Pyrotechnics erupt from all four turnbuckles, and from the rafters above while the crowd responds with a frenzy of verbal jabs. Their reaction doesn’t take away that trademark sinister smirk, Savior brimming with confidence on what has already been a shocking night.
Savior: Get out your cameras, hit record and prepare for the biggest moment in IWC history. This is what you’ve all been waiting for, the epic reveal, the end to a year long mystery. It’s about to happen live, commercial free, uninterrupted on the only segment still generating ratings for this company, MY show, the Twilight Zone!
The crowd reacts with disdain and disgust, yet many are anxious to find out who this owner is.
Dan: Apparently its time Billy, I don’t know why it wasn’t earlier, but now we’re finally going to find out the owner’s identity apparently.
Billy: Like the owner would actually kill a possible ratings boost by revealing himself to you of all people? No, he wants to do it in STYLE, on the Twilight Zone, with the greatest champion in the company today, well, besides a ladder, Christian Savior.
Douglas: On a night where we’ve seen AWOL resign as General Manager, where new alliances were forged and broken, where Desolation gave the Cartel title to a ladder of all things, and we were addressed for the first time by the new World Champion, it all culminates to this one mome….
Savior: Okay, enough delay, cut the commentators off right now….
Savior swipes his fingers in front of his throat, motioning for the announcers to be taken off the air.
Dan: He’s not allowed to do th….
Dan is cut off in mid-sentence, he and Billy now scowling at one another. In anger Douglas removes his headset, throwing it down then pouting as he glares at the ring. A smiling Savior continues his epic spiel.
Savior: I said this reveal would go uninterrupted and unimpeded, and I’ll damned if Douglas’ and Mayne’s corny commentary ruin what’s taken a year to build.
More boos emanate from the fans and further amuses the N.H.B Champion.
Savior: I’m not going to stand out here and toot my own horn for getting this significant milestone on my talk show any longer. No further discussion of commentators foolish enough to have a backbone. This is it, this is what you’ve been waiting for, so allow me to introduce, here and now….
Savior’s hand extends outward in the direction of the entry way, the crowd’s excitement building.
Christian: Here he is, here’s the man behind the manipulation, besides myself that is, he’s you owner and mine, he is the bo….
WAKE UP
The entire arena erupts as through the curtains marches one Johnny Kingdom, the Team Leader himself, the very man responsible for this moment in the first place. Kingdom stops on the stage and stares one way at the screaming fans then the other, at his staunch admirers. Savior looks to be growing upset, pulling on his collar, a little red around the neck. Obviously Savior did not count on this interruption. Flashbulbs continue to erupt from the sea of humanity while Kingdom moves up the stairs right onto the apron, his eyes burning a hole through the host for these proceedings. Upon slipping through the cables a rather smug Kingdom begins to approach Savior, who gives him a look of pure malice in return.
Savior: It appears we have ourselves a special guest, emphasis on the word “special.” Here is the man who by defeating Silencer at Paranoia V has forced our owner into revealing his identity on tonight’s Twilight Zone.
Savior smiles while the crowd lavishes Kingdom with praise. He smirks only slightly, absorbing this truly appreciative response.
Christian: But I don’t think you quite understood me, Johnny, when I said there was to be no impeding or interrupting tonight’s show….
Johnny forces the microphone out of the hand of the N.H.B Champion, causing the talk show host to become mildly unsettled. With arrogance exuding from within, Kingdom offers his retort.
Kingdom: Yes, I heard you Savior, but just like everyone else in the back, I choose not to listen.
The crowd responds again with a display of their utter joy, leaving Savior quite miffed. He tries not to let Kingdom get under his skin as he attempted with Faust earlier in the evening, but these constant interruptions seem to be increasingly aggravating.
Johnny: If you don’t know by now Savior, and have “failed” to follow up on the mythos of the ULW, I’m kind of known for being someone who doesn’t take kindly to rules.
Johnny continues to look more smug and confident than ever, truly enjoying this auspicious moment. Savior however, seems to be stewing.
Kingdom: And as much as I hate to lower my standards by appearing on a program that’s slightly less entertaining than the Chevy Chase show….
Laughter erupts from the fans while Savior slides his palms down his cheeks, chuckling himself.
Johnny: I’m not going to let Jimmy Kimmel incarnate here take this moment away from me. I beat Silencer at Paranoia V, I’m the one who overcame every obstacle placed before him by our Claw-esque Owner, therefore it’s only right that I be the person who ushers him into a whole new world of pain and suffering. I’m talking the kind of suffrage you get watching an Orlando Cruze promo.
A mixture of cheers, boos, and chuckles result from the crowd, Christian shrugging his shoulders, unable to argue with that logic.
Kingdom: Thank you, that was my one forced Orlando Cruze insult of the night…
He waves to the screaming spectators then boldly turns his back to Christian Savior, who looks disgusted by such disrespect.
Kingdom: Now that I’ve helped fulfill tonight’s motif, by constantly interrupting the inconsequential Christian Savior, it’s time to move onto you, “Boss.”
All his attention has focused on the entry way, Savior backing into a corner and shaking his head in anger.
Johnny: Unlike Christian I’m not going to stand out here and give you a verbal blow job, and he’s probably given you a physical one as well, I’m going to cut right to it. You’ve tried so hard to fuck with my career, with my family, with my peace and solitude, and now, after I’ve made you choke to the point of vomiting on your own words once again, its time to face the consequences. Let’s get this over with.
Excitement sweeps over the fans, Kingdom tossing down the mic and ripping off his shirt, preparing himself for battle. He bends down with his hands placed to his knees, his eyes intently focused on the entry way, where the Owner is slated to reveal himself. Every person packed into the Manhattan Center is sitting on pins and needles in anticipation of this big revelation. However, Johnny can feel the hairs on the back of his neck standing up as Savior rushes up behind him with a stool in hand. He swings it right at the back of Kingdom’s prone skull.
Just as the crowd brace themselves for disaster Johnny turns and catches the inbound stool, staring through it right at the twisted features of Christian Savior. A slight grin settles over both men’s faces, Christian and Johnny glaring intensely at one another through the legs of the stool. After an awkward few moments Johnny begins to laugh over the botched assault, forcing Savior to begin an uneasy chuckle as well. That’s when Kingdom delivers a deliberate and straight low blow to Christian’s testicles, doubling him over forward in anguish. Johnny steps back and lifts the stool above his head.
Kingdom: Better luck next time…
Johnny begins to swing the stool down at the skull of an aching Savior when a low blow is delivered to the Team Leader from behind. The stool tumbles out of his hands, Kingdom bending forward and placing his palms to his lower extremities. His mouth hangs open, belying his agony while kneeling behind him, the new owner chuckles. All those amassed for tonight’s show watch on in shock, stunned by the smile that sweeps across Dan Douglas’ face. The commentator rises to his feet behind Kingdom, fixing his suit while Johnny turns towards him slowly, still doubled over his damaged crotch. No one in attendance can quite believe what they’re seeing as Dan now wears a sympathetic expression on his face, reaching down and patting Kingdom softly on the cheek. He then backs out of the way as Savior jumps into the air, catching Kingdom with a big diamond cutter. Johnny’s face slams violently into the ring, his whole body almost standing on top of his head. He bounces from the ring and tumbles to his back amongst diabolical laughs of delight from Douglas.
The camera cuts to the shocked eyes of Billy Mayne, standing behind the announce table with his palms on the top of his head. He just doesn’t seem capable of grasping what is happening here in the ring. Douglas turns towards a kneeling Christian, who appears more intense than ever before as he looms over the laid out body of Johnny Kingdom. Finally Savior stands and slowly turns towards a truly proud Douglas, who steps forward with an extension of his hand. Savior reaches out and takes it, their palms interlocked to much disgust from the sold out crowd.
The smiles on both men’s faces tell just how pleased they are by the pay off this diabolical plot. However, Dan doesn’t seem to be through yet, the new IWC Owner stepping behind Kingdom and hooking both of his arms. Johnny’s stunned body is pulled up to his knees, completely prone for Savior who steps in, pulling back his fist.
Douglas: I’m tired of people like you Kingdom not respecting me, of tearing me down. I’m not a joke, and Savior is about to show you why you don’t screw with the Boss!
Christian bends forward, taking Johnny around the jaw and balling up his fist even tighter.
Savior: You want to make fun of me, well, who’s having fun now?
The reaction from the startled crowd changes abruptly as Jon Rich comes barreling down the ramp towards the ring with a huge cast over his hand. The injured star rushes the squared circle, having been present tonight only to see this event culminate. Savior’s rival slips under the ropes into the squared circle, wearing a look of pure disgust on his features. He immediately storms towards Savior, pushing him away from Kingdom and giving his nemesis a very twisted glare. The fans are pleased that someone has come to Kingdom’s aid, Jon standing up to his rival over his actions here tonight. Both of his fists are clinched, one contained in a cast, just aching to unleash his fury on the smiling Savior.. His angered gaze slowly turns to Douglas, who lets go of Kingdom’s arm and backs up. The new Owner shrugs his shoulders in response to Rich’s gaze. He then gestures towards his back, the eyes of the former N.H.B Champion filling with confusion before his arm is hooked from behind. He’s now hoisted into the air and driven spine first into Pat Evans’ knee with the Spinal Tap.
The crowd is more shocked than ever at the sight of yet another sneak attack by Evans and Silencer. The former World Champion has slid into the ring and is stomping away at the now laid out Rich. Evans remains on one knee, eyeing the down Jon with inner glee, only intensity displayed outwardly. There seems to be no defense by Rich to these vicious stomps, completely laid out by this sneak attack as Evans and Silencer now tower over him. Somehow he has the strength to lift his head from the canvas and glare at an apathetic Christian, who grins at Rich’s pain. He now pushes his cast covered hand down to the canvas and breaks a stool right over top of it. Jon is sent into convulsions of pain.
However, much to Douglas’ dismay a noble vibe seems to overtake Savior, lifting his fists and glaring between the intimidating faces of both Silencer and Evans. The two turn towards Christian who steps in, about to swing his fist before stopping right in front of Silencer’s features. Both men begin to laugh rather pompously as Savior opens his palm, Silencer slapping his own hand against it.
Those packed into the Manhattan Center are all the more appalled by what they are seeing. Savior steps towards Evans, lifting his palm into the air and receiving a high five from the Submission Champion to a rousing wave of boos. New Owner Dan Douglas steps in with an extension of his hand, receiving a shake from Pat Evans. His speculative eyes transfer towards Silencer as well now, settling on the man he hasn’t seen eye to eye with for quite some time, the man who forced the sprawled out Kingdom to return from his retirement to the very ring he now lays in. Dan tentatively extends his hand out towards Silencer, the very individual who claimed that he wanted to beaten, bloody and obliterate him for weeks. Instead of receiving a hand shake though, Silencer’s cold gaze glares into Douglas’ face, suddenly extending his arms out to his sides and stepping forward into a huge hug. The crowd wants to positively vomit as Silencer and Douglas hug one another in the center of the ring, the twisted souls embracing over the bodies of the men that they effectively set up.
Savior takes Johnny around the neck, pulling back on his chin and forcing him to watch through clouded eyes as Silencer and Douglas now stand side by side. Silencer bends towards Kingdom, staring into his weakened, groggy eyes.
Silencer: I finally got you Kingdom, I finally got you! Hahahaha.
Savior now pulls a still reeling Kingdom to his feet, Silencer taking him around the neck then flipping over backwards into the Break the Silence. Johnny is slammed viciously into the ring with his age old nemesis landing on his knees at his side. Douglas stands back, hands over his stomach laughing heartily over the set up that he perpetuated alongside the three men currently occupying the ring, Christian Savior, Pat Evans and Silencer.
The crowd cannot quite believe it as all four individuals step to the center of the ring, interlocking hands with one another. Douglas stands in the center of the three tremendous athletes, his hands interlocked with Silencer and Savior. Evans stands on the far end slightly gripping Christian’s hand as well. All four men raise their arms into the air victoriously while they stand above the beaten bodies of Kingdom and Rich. The camera cuts over each one of their laughing faces, the Owner revealed as Dan Douglas, and a four man dynasty being born.
FADE TO BLACK