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 CONSPIRACY
The arena is absolutely pitch black from rafter to ring, the crowd’s restless voices heard in the background.
Billy Mayne: Welcome to IWC Riot!, this is Billy Mayne riding solo out here, and the lights have been down for a considerable amount of time. I guess our new Owner, ugh, Dan Douglas, my broadcast colleague doesn’t believe in paying electricity bills.
The ring is still shrouded in darkness before finally a single spotlight shines down from the rafters, illuminating one Christian Savior. All those packed in the Manhattan Center react with pure repulsion at the sight of the No Holds Barred Champion, the gold shimmering about his shoulder and a conniving smile stretched across his pompous features. A microphone is slowly raised to his smirking lips.
Savior: Today you stand on the precipice of a new beginning, a revolution here in the IWC.
Boos flow from the sold out crowd that only increases the grin on the N.H.B Champion’s face.
Christian: A revolution that has been in the making for well over a year. It’s a revolution that will usher forth change. Change that will effect everything from the lowliest janitor in the back to the holder of our most prestigious championship. You can smell it can’t you….?
His eyes close as he takes a dramatic whiff of the air around him.
Savior: The fragrant odor of change? Unlike AWOL, who came out here and quit because he couldn’t get the job done, I believe that I can be an agent for change.
Mayne: Who does he think he is, Barrack Obama?
Their continues to be a drawn out mixed reaction for the arrogant, deceitful champion.
Christian: That’s why I joined Dan Douglas last week, that’s why I worked behind the scenes with him for almost a year, plotting and planning in order to ensure that changes would be coming. The IWC needs to be shaken to its very core, and individuals like me will guarantee that it happens. The old veterans who dominant these telecasts and the title matches need to be pushed aside, and new blood needs to rise to the top.
After making his emphatic statement Savior steps back out of the spotlight and into he shadows. The bright light shimmering down from the rafters now switches to a figure standing beside him, none other than Submission title holder, Pat Evans. A rather disgusted reaction emanates from the packed Manhattan Center crowd. Pat’s eyes are filled with animosity and hatred yet much like Christian, a proud grin has settled on his face.
Pat: For too long this roster has been complacent. The top guys like Orlando Cruze, Johnny Kingdom, Hurse, and Desolation haven’t had to work for their spots, they were just handed to them. They walk around here acting impervious and untouchable, but things are about to change, and their delusions will be forced to face reality.
Boos are heard from the sold out crowd, their anger amusing the Submission Champion.
Evans: Just like Savior, I agreed to work with Douglas, I was in on his plot because I too desire change. This company needs a revolution, and we’re just the men to lead it. When Silencer and I joined forces all those months ago we told the world that our goal was to shake the IWC until it woke up from its slumber. Our mission was to activate a dormant volcano and watch the wave of destruction that resulted, and now the implosion is emanate. There’s no better way to start our revolution than by siding with those who have power, those who believe in the same things that we do.
More heckles are heard from the crowd as Evans steps back from the spotlight and into the darkness. The spotlight changes again, bringing to light the crouched figure that is Silencer. His hair hangs down in strands in front of his face while he continues to kneel on the canvas, dark clothing binding to his flesh, matching his almost ebony pupils.
Silencer: The conspiracy has been revealed and the movement is here.
He licks his lips and grins, resulting in yet another angered outburst from the crowd.
Silencer: My cooperation in this conspiracy started a long, long time ago when Dan Douglas came to me with the absolute perfect set up to lure Johnny Kingdom back to this ring. Yes, we wanted Johnny to come back to serve as an example. We needed to destroy a legend to truly prove our point, and to show that nobody, NOBODY, was beyond being effected by OUR revolution. Even the longest reigning and arguably greatest World Champion, the master of swerves himself was left in awe, in shock when all the pieces came together.
The boos from the Manhattan crowd only intensify and become all the more emphatic.
Silencer: We brought Kingdom back to this ring and then left him laying in it to prove just how dominant we truly are going to be and to show all those at the top, that there time is coming. If you want further proof of the change that we we will effect, look no further that tonight’s main event, when I take the World Heavyweight title from Orlando Cruze.
He slowly lifts his arm into the air with his fist clinched, mocking Orlando’s usual pose and sending the crowd into another outraged reaction. The camera slowly zooms in on his twisted, dark pupils while making this proclamation. The spotlight is removed from his crouched body and now switches to a figure seated behind the trio of conspirators. Planted on a stool with a dark black suit adorning his body and an arrogant grin on his face is the conniving commentator, Dan Douglas. The boos from the fans grow even louder at the sight of the Boss, the man who revealed his true identity at the conclusion of last week’s show. Dan dramatically lifts the microphone to his lips.
Dan Douglas: I don’t think I could have put it any better myself.
As boos flow from the crowd Dan only grins all that more wider.
Dan: My three fellow conspirators accurately summed it up nicely. It’s past time here in the IWC for change. As I sat there at ringside behind that announce table I was growing bored, apathetic really with watching the same group of guys constantly dominating the main event scene, constantly switching the title back and forth between each other. Shows began to blur together to the point where I felt like I was watching the same show every single week. Just like Savior, Evans and Silencer said, it’s time for a revolution.
He receives another loud mixed response.
Douglas: It’s time for things to be shaken up! And most importantly it’s time for the four of us to be shown the respect that we deserve. Much like Silencer, Evans and Savior, I’ve been given no appreciation for my efforts. The four of us would come to these shows every week expecting the exact same redundancy that we’ve constantly faced yet we still put in our all only to get nothing as a result. Then you have the likes of Orlando Cruze rearing his head and phoning it in yet being shot straight to the top. Guys like Orlando Cruze who have never, ever, even once given me praise for making him sound much better than he actually is.
The fans are quite aggravated by such audacious accusations.
Dan: As the ULW became more and more repetitive I realized it was my duty, my obligation to save it. That’s why I took my money out of the various stocks and investments they were tangled up in, and put all my funds into purchasing the ULW when it finally shut its doors. And my first goal as owner was to bring in all the talent that had been languishing around the world, talent that truly deserved opportunities. I actively sought out Silencer to bring him back to the wrestling scene right here in the IWC, a former World Champion who was never shown recognition. I went out and I found the most dangerous Submission based athlete in the form of Pat Evans, who had never been given a fair shake in other promotions. Then I completed my talent search by securing the services of the most underutilized star of our times, Christian Savior.
The spotlight expands till all three men come back into view surrounding Douglas. Silencer is kneeling in front of him with his back turned to the Boss, while Evans and Savior stand behind him, decked out in title gold.
Douglas: I found three men who believed a revolution needed to take place in the wrestling industry, three men who deserved appreciation but were shown none by you superficial fans. But now you will be forced to respect and appreciate us, as we revolutionize this industry, as we take out all those complacent so called “legends,” and bring new blood to the top. But this isn’t the only talent I went out in search for, because I needed two lovely ladies to make the lives of Orlando Cruze and Nathan Creed, living hells for the disrespect that they showed me.
The lights in the arena return to normal, revealing Sallie in one corner and Krissie in the opposite one. The two ladies stroll seductively to both of Billy’s sides. Douglas’ fellow conspirators chuckle at this revelation, amongst heckles from the crowd.
Dan: With my five associates, things around here are certainly going to change. But first things first, we need to start small before we jump to the top. Which is what brings me to the current announce team.
This statement alarms Billy, who’s eyes open widely. Douglas extends his hand out towards his long time broadcast colleague.
Douglas: Obviously I’m going to be too busy running the day to day operations to do commentary as well, and frankly, this roster doesn’t deserve to hear me butter them up any longer. No, they deserve a new breed of commentator, one truly fitting for their talent level. Therefore, I give you my replacement….Susie Moore!
A mixed response comes from the crowds as the seductive beauty Susie Moore steps through the curtains, stopping on the stage to blow them a kiss. She winks towards some of the fans and waves femininely in their direction while moving down the ramp.
Billy: Oh baby, things are certainly looking up now, literally.
Mayne is smiling from ear to ear, rather liking this change as Susie moves around the ring towards the announce table in her tight fitting, rather revealing dress. As she approaches the table Billy stands up, pulling her chair out for her and holding up a head set.
Mayne: Here you go Susie. If the seat isn’t too your liking though you can always use my lap. Bless you Dan, bless your kindly old disease ridden heart.
Susie brushes her hair behind her ears and places a headset on, sitting down in the chair beside Billy.
Susie Moore: Hi Billy, thanks for saluting my arrival.
Billy: Oh, I saluted you in more ways that one sweetheart. This is so awesome, Dan should have replaced himself ages ago, I finally get something appealing to look at while talking, besides myself of course. I’m just so, so happ…
Dan: Oh, and before I forget, I think after Billy Mayne vomited on my shoes on the last show it proves that he just doesn’t have the stomach for this commentary gig anymore.
Mayne: Wha?
Panic sets into the features of Mayne while Douglas smugly catches a glimpse of him from the corner of his eye.
Dan: So I’ve decided that Billy will now be relegated to a strict backstage correspondent role…
Billy: WHAT!?!
Douglas: And that he’ll be replaced by his old friend and my old friend….Mark Comeau!
Billy’s jaw is gaping open and his eyes are bugging out of his skull as through the curtains strolls former ULW GM, Mark Comeau. Unlike Susie he doesn’t stop on the stage to posture for the crowd, who is shockingly cheering at the sight of him. His eyes cut back and forth periodically while making his way down the ramp, giving a thumbs up to Dan in the ring, his old broadcast colleague.
Mayne: This can’t be happening, it just can’t be. You can’t replace Billy Mayne, I make this show, I MAKE this show.
The smirking Comeau stops right in front of the announce table, motioning with his thumb for Billy to get out of his seat and go backstage. This scene provides some strange nostalgic moments, as many years ago, Billy made Comeau do the same thing when he replaced him as commentator. Mayne looks around panicked, with almost tears in his eyes as he snivels and stands, removing the headset from his ears.
Billy: This isn’t fair, this isn’t fair. I’m gonna sue I swear!
Susie: Bye Billy.
She waves goodbye as Billy thrusts his headset down hard on the table, walking around it and purposely bumping shoulders with Comeau as he passes him. Mark doesn’t even turn to watch Billy running backstage, throwing a hissy fit over being replaced, instead he just slides into Mayne’s now empty seat and puts on the old headset.
Mark Comeau: Well my life has certainly become full circle, I stated out my career in the ULW as a commentator, and now I’m finishing out my career in the IWC as a commentator. Who would have thought?
Susie: Not me, I don’t like to think, it makes my nose bleed.
The fans are still stunned by these abrupt alterations, Douglas grinning over his handiwork. Pat, Silencer, Savior, Sallie and Krissie all wear identical diabolical grins, enjoying the start this night has gotten off to.
Douglas: You can expect more changes here tonight, because not only do we have new commentators, but by the end of the night, you’ll have a new World Heavyweight Champion!
Silencer seems to like this idea, but clearly the fans do not. This vast group of conspirators are quite content with the emphatic message that they sent. Douglas begins to stand up and vacate the ring, taking Sallie and Krissie around the arms when “You Know My Name” hits the PA system, sending everyone in the Manhattan Center into a loud, huge reaction.
Orlando Cruze: Whoa, whoa, whoa….
The response gets even louder as World Heavyweight Champion Orlando Cruze storms onto the stage. The gold shimmers brightly around his shoulder and a very passionate expression resides clearly on his face.
Susie: Yay, it’s the champion.
Comeau: New World Champion Orlando Cruze coming out here and he doesn’t look very happy with what he’s heard thus far from these conspirators.
Moore: Why does everyone have to be so grumpy?
The crowd is still lavishing Orlando with praises as he stops on the stage, giving the ring a long, intense glare. Savior, Silencer and Pat have all stepped to the ropes around Douglas and his lovely assistants, seemingly begging the Champion to enter the ring and face them. Cruze’s gaze seems to locked especially on Silencer, the man who will challenge him for the gold later this evening.
Orlando: Far be it from me to interrupt this gathering of pompous windbags, but I’ve heard enough whining to last me a lifetime. Wha, wha, wha, we don’t get our shots, wha, wha, wha, it’s always the same guys at the top of the card, wha, wha, wha, how come we don’t get any respect?
Orlando’s mockery of those in the ring doesn’t set well with Douglas.
Cruze: You want World title opportunities, you beat the champ. You want to be shot to the top of the card you win matches to warrant such opportunities. You want respect, you EARN IT!
This statement makes the crowd all that more lively. Cruze is clearly more intense than ever as he continues pacing on the stage, gold glistening over his shoulder.
Orlando: I hate to put the kibosh on your plans Silencer and Douglas, but there will be no title change here tonight. As long as there’s blood flowing through my veins and my heart is pumping, this title is going to stay exactly where it is!
His palm slaps the bright golden plate of his championship, Silencer shaking his head with a slight grin.
Cruze: So you go ahead and stack the deck against me. You go ahead and place the cards in Silencer’s favor, because one way or another the World Heavyweight Championship is going home with me tonight. That ladies and gentlemen, is one change you won’t be seeing.
The belt is lifted up high as “You Know My Name” blares over the PA system yet again, the fans very enthused by Orlando’s intensity and energy. He slowly backs towards the curtains, staring down Silencer in the ring, both men understanding what will be on the line here tonight.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
IWC….At least we don’t kill our opponents.
FULLY LOADED VS. TOO MAGNIFICENT & JACKSON ADAMS
The show returns to the inside of the arena with the crowd still reeling after all the changes made during the opening segment.
Mark Comeau: I never thought I’d hear myself saying these words again, but welcome back to Riot!
Susie Moore: This is so cool, being a commentator, I get a chair and everything.
Comeau: So instead of standing around being dumb, you get to sit on your nice ass being dumb?
Susie: Yep, makes things ten times easier.
“What I’ve Done” by Linkin Park commences over the PA system and through the curtains march Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams. Both men are oddly adorned in Alpha Generation t-shirts, even though they are not part of that stable any longer, and seem to be at odds with them. Jackson’s hand is wrapped around the wrist of Emily Cage, forcing her out behind him then leading her deliberately towards the ring. As they reach the squared circle Too Magnificent jumps onto the apron, giving the crowd a long, menacing glare then stepping over the ropes. Jackson on the other hand points down at the mats, glaring into Emily’s face. She looks very perplexed before Adams points to the mats again. Despair overwhelms Emily as she drops to her elbows and knees, Jackson stepping onto her back, using her as a stool to climb up onto the apron. This sexist display is met with an overwhelming wave of anger from the sold out crowd.
Comeau: I can tell you what isn’t going to be easy Susie, the impending challenge facing Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams, a duo they’ve made quick enemies with.
Moore: How sick, Adams using Emily as a stepping stool to reach the ring.
Mark: A chauvinistic display by Adams, an act I’m sure the Church of Hot Addiction leader Max Craven isn’t going to take very kindly to.
Too Magnificent stands on a corner, chuckling in a truly deranged manner as he overlooks the screaming fans. The pompous, arrogant Adams spins in circles with his arms extended out to his side, basking in the enraged reaction from the crowd. The arena lights go down as a shrill voice similar to Angus Young's shrieks out over the PA system:
STAND UP FOR ROCK AND ROLLLLLLLLLLL!!!!!
And "Stand Up for Rock 'n' Roll" by Airbourne hits over the PA as the fans stand up and cheer, throwing rock fingers in the air as the lights flash blue and yellow all over the arena. Soon, Axl Evermore & Max Craven enter through the curtains, wearing their Fully Loaded team jackets, to a huge cheer from the crowd. They stand at the center of the stage, look around the arena, then thrust their arms up in the air and point to themselves in tandem as the crowd chants along, "ROCK...AND...ROLL!"
Kailey Worf: On the way to the ring...hailing from NEW YORK CITY, NEW YORK...
The hometown crowd gives a huge cheer.
Kaily Worf: ...at a combined weight of 466 pounds...Axl Evermore...Max Craven...they are FULLY LOADED!
Evermore and Craven punch each other's fists, point to the crowd, and jog down the ramp to the ring, hopping up to the apron.
Comeau: This issue between Fully Loaded and Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams started back at Paranoia V, when Craven was ironically part of the Adams Alliance, but ended up costing his team the match when he stopped Jackson from using a pear of brass knuckles.
Moore: I like Craven’s nobility, he didn’t even try to fondle my boobs when I showed them to him last week.
Mark: He’s obviously got more restraint from me then. I seem to recall Craven was attacked after getting that peep show as well, adding more fire to this tag team encounter.
The crowd is still buzzing with excitement as Max Craven and Axl Evermore slip through the ropes and into the ring but then immediately bolt towards Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams. Both teams come to blows before the bell can even sound, official Princeton looking shocked by this impromptu beginning. Too Magnificent is exchanging blows with Axl Evermore, who is out to avenge what happened to his partner last week while Craven and Adams are delivering repeated right hands to one another’s jaws.
Comeau: And just like that we are underway in what should be an intense tag team encounter, where obviously I hope Fully Loaded kicks the ever living shit out of these backstabbing, backwoods inbreds.
Moore: Uhhh, Mark, didn’t you at one time team up with Adams?
Mark: I plead temporary insanity.
Too Magnificent is actually being knocked backwards with blow after blow to the jaw by the more motivated Evermore while Jackson is also reeling from the shots from an abnormally angered Craven. Finally Axl ducks his head and rushes forward, plowing right into the wide gut of Too Magnificent and spearing him through the ropes to the outside of the ring. Too Magnificent and Axl spill to the mats while Jackson throws a chop at Craven inside of the ring. Max ducks the incoming blow and steps behind Adams who quickly spins around only to be blasted across the chest with a blood vessel busting chop from his opponent.
Max now takes Adams by the wrist and whips him towards the ropes only for Jackson to turn, placing the breaks on it. He reverses the whip, instead pulling Craven forward who ducks under a lariat attempt. Adams spins around to face Max who bounces off the cables and comes rushing back in, dropping down into a baseball slide between Jackson’s legs. A flustered Adams spins around again as Craven lunges into the air and nails him to the throat with a lariat.
Susie: These guys are moving faster than those ninjas in Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon. Did you know all Japanese people can fly by the way?
Comeau: Of course I did, we can all fly Susie.
Moore: REALLY!?!
Mark: Yeah, duh, go jump off the roof of the Manhattan Center, you’ll see.
Outside of the ring Axl is still getting some payback for what happened to his partner, by blasting Too Magnificent under the jaw with repeated right hands. The big man is being knocked in reverse before Evermore jumps onto the apron, rushing across it and lunging off for a big move. As he soars through the air, Too Mag launches his foot upward, connecting with a big boot to the inbound jaw of the Fully Loaded member. Those in attendance scream as Axl’s head is almost dislodged from his shoulders. Too Magnificent immediately steps in and takes hold of Axl’s hair, forcing him to his feet then taking him under the arm and rushing him towards the announce table. To the shock of both Comeau and Susie, Evermore is thrown up into the air and hip tossed right on top of their table. His back slams against it viciously, the table not giving at all.
Mark: This chaotic action spilling right out literally onto our laps!
Moore: Why do so many men try to land on top of me?
Comeau: I can think of one or two reasons.
Inside of the ring Craven has allowed Adams to get to his feet, only to slap him hard across the jaw, then deliver a strike to the opposite side of his face. The blows have Jackson staggering backwards into the corner, which he uses to prop himself up. Craven comes bolting towards him and jumping into the air, wedging his feet against Jackson’s ribs when Too Magnificent jumps onto the apron, about to intervene. However, Craven springs off of Adams’ ribs then twists into a dropkick right to Too Mag’s side, knocking him down onto his seat across the apron. Max falls to a crawling base while Adams now rushes out of the corner, going for a lariat only to have Craven roll forward under his arm. He then jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second ropes of the turnbuckle and springing off in reverse right into a back elbow to Jackson’s sternum. The crowd is going nuts at the sight of Max’s sheer agility and speed. The Fully Loaded member nips up onto his feet, appearing all fired up before Too Magnificent rushes across the apron, delivering a lariat to his throat over the top rope.
The impact of the clothesline sends Craven down hard into the canvas while Too Magnificent now turns to face Axl prone across the top of the announce table. He jumps off the apron and soars towards the table when Axl rolls out of the way, causing the massive opponent to crash sternum first right against the wood.
Susie: Leave our poor table alone!
Comeau: And that’s exactly why fat asses shouldn’t fly.
The collision sends Too Mag tumbling to the mats, crossing his arms over his sternum while Axl staggers towards the ring, his hand wedged to his spine. Inside of the squared circle Adams has dropped to his seat at the side of the laid out Craven, delivering repeated right hands to his face. Each blow lands with vile, violent force before Adams gets to his feet, lunging into the air. He comes crashing down knee first directly into the face of his opposition, the man who cost his team a possible victory at Paranoia V. Max sits up, rubbing at his features while Jackson stands up behind him, delivering a quick stomp right to the back of his head. Jackson appears to be a tad bit more vicious than his usual conniving self while Emily Cage watches on sadly from the outside of the ring.
Axl jumps onto the apron, trying to get into this match only to have Princeton cut him off, informing him that he has to stay in his corner under the threat of a disqualification. Adams takes hold of Craven’s wrist, dragging him up to his feet then pulling him into a hard short arm lariat. Max ducks it, diving forward and catching the back of Jackson’s pants, pulling him down into a school boy.
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Adams rolls over in reverse onto his feet with Craven standing up in front of him. The second Max gets upright Jackson levels him with a hard running lariat. The Fully Loaded member crashes across his back but immediately rolls to his side, starting to stand up, albeit bent forward when Adams charges in, delivering a hard boot right to the side of his face. Again Max is sent down to the ring while Jackson steps towards the ropes, leaning on them and grimacing with anger. He briefly looks down at Emily, who forces herself to smile.
Susie: Well, although you might not like the team that forced you out of your GM role, you got to appreciate just how talented they can be.
Comeau: I have more appreciation for my morning constitutionals.
The down Craven starts to crawl towards the ropes, using them to assist his body upward. However, Adams steps on top of the back of Craven’s shoulders, pushing his throat down into the middle cable. An angered Adams is literally standing right between Max’s shoulder blades, really pushing down his throat against the middle rope, choking all of the life out of him. Princeton starts a five count before Adams jumps over the top rope, turning and grabbing Craven’s head on the way down. Max’s throat is again pulled down throat first into the middle cable, causing him to roll back towards the center of the ring. The strangulation has left his features blood red, but nevertheless he tries desperately to get back to his feet.
Princeton is imploring Jackson to re-enter the ring while behind the official’s back Too Magnificent has slid in and is taking Craven by the wrist. His arm is dragged between his legs and he’s lifted up into a pumphandle before being turned upside and dropped across the back of his head right on top of Too Mag’s knee. The pumphandle half nelson driver leaves Craven seated on the canvas in perfect position for Adams, who slides into the ring, crawls up behind him and locks in a quick rear naked choke.
Mark: Too Magnificent does the damage and Jackson Adams cowardly takes advantage. How am I suppose to appreciate something like that, even if I am a big enough asshole to do the same thing myself in the ring?
Moore: You need to lighten up Mark, watch Tellitubies, you can’t help but to smile when you watch Tellitubies.
Comeau: Can I just stick my head in an oven instead?
Adams has the rear naked choke tightly established before surprisingly dragging Craven up to his feet in the hold. As soon as both men get up Jackson breaks the hold, wrapping his arm around Max’s head then dropping down into a layout reverse neckbreaker. The back of Craven’s head slams violently against the canvas while Jackson crawls across his knees, reaching out and making the tag to the goliath that is Too Magnificent. The big man now steps over the ropes while Axl shouts to his partner, imploring him to get up.
Comeau: The brute of the team now tagged in and Craven is in much more trouble.
Too Mag storms towards a shockingly rising Craven, taking him by the hair then delivering a straight headbunt that sends him right back down to the ring across his back. The big man turns, rushing into the cables, bouncing off then jumping into the air. He gets great height on his leg extension, dropping it right across Max’s throat. His body kicks up into the air as a result while Too Magnificent rolls to his knees and mocks the crowd with a slight smile. He then looks towards Evermore and lifts his fingers into the air, doing the NYC gesture towards himself that causes Axl’s blood to begin boiling.
The gigantically proportioned Too Mag stands and approaches Adams, slapping his hand and tagging him back into this match. Jackson quickly climbs the corner, getting to the top rope when Too Magnificent places his hands to his chest and inner thigh, throwing his partner through the air into a big splash on the prone Craven. Jackson remains on top of him as the official drops down to make the count.
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Axl stomps the back of Jackson’s head to break up the pinfall. Princeton jumps in front of Evermore, demanding he get back into his corner while behind the official’s back Adams takes Craven by the arms, pinning them behind his back and forcing him to his feet. Too Mag quickly enters the ring, beginning to jab Max repeatedly to the face with blatant closed fists then stomp him to the mid-section. Craven tumbles to his knees upon being released by Adams, who lifts his hands into the air, slapping them together to make the sound of a tag.
Mark: Adams and Too Magnificent using every underhanded tactic in the book, which remains me a lot of myself during my in ring career, but I still don’t like them.
Susie: You’ve got to learn to love Mark, not hate.
Comeau: I’ve loved plenty, why do you think I have so many alimony bills?
Jackson vacates the ring while Too Magnificent now forces Craven back up to his feet by his hair and levels him with a bionic elbow right to the top of the head. Craven crashes into the canvas while Axl has finally been forced out of the ring, calling out for his partner to fight back.
Too Magnificent drags Craven up to his feet and now launches him into the cables, Max bouncing off and coming back in at his much large opposition. As soon as he reaches Too Mag, the murderous giant takes him under the arm, lifting him into the air with a hip toss. Somehow Craven has the wherewithal to flip forward out of the hip toss, landing directly on his feet then lunging into the air. He sticks his legs out, wrapping them around Too Magnificent’s waist while falling palms first to the canvas. He pushes himself up into a wheelbarrow, and catches Too Mag around the neck, falling to his seat with a stunner.
Moore: Oh, pretty move by Craven!
Mark: Max showing his agility once again, what a show off.
Too Mag is incredibly dazed by the stunner, staggering backwards while an almost incoherent Craven slowly begins to turn over onto his knees. He now pushes himself up into a head stand, flipping forward off of his cranium and onto his feet before lunging into the air with a dropkick right to the broad sternum of his opposition. Too Mag is taken down to the canvas with Craven landing beside him and the crowd going bananas.
Despite the pain in his back, Axl pleads for a tag, his arm stuck out as far over the top rope as possible. The damaged Craven turns to face his partner, slowly crawling towards him, his anguish having caught up with him at this point. The front row fans are slapping the barricades to rally Craven onward as he moves closer and closer to his partner. Jackson is red in the face, shouting at Too Magnificent to get his big ass up and make the tag.
Comeau: It is imperative that Craven make this tag right now, or this match is over.
Susie: Imperative? Silly Mark, none of these guys are pregnant.
Mark: Why oh why couldn’t I have gotten a broadcast colleague who made it past the fifth grade?
The crowd is buzzing with excitement as Craven begins to reach out for his partner’s palm, literally inches away from making the tag. Suddenly Adams slips through the ropes and storms towards him only to have Princeton block his path. The official demands Jackson vacate the ring while behind his back Craven slaps Evermore’s outstretched palm to a huge reaction.
Moore: Craven made the tag.
Comeau: And Axl is well rested I can assure you of that.
Evermore slips into the ring and immediately rushes at the disorientated, rising Too Magnificent, jumping into the air and connecting with a spinning back elbow right to his chest. Too Mag is knocked in reverse into one of the corners, somehow remaining upright while Axl gets to his feet, spinning in circles, ready for something big. Jackson leaves the ring and Princeton turns around to spot Evermore barreling towards the prone Too Magnificent. Before he can connect with his move, Princeton jumps in his path, the referee slapping his hands together and insinuating that Axl was not tagged into this match since he didn’t see it happen.
Mark: I swear these referees get stupider every week. Susie, your probably smarter than Princeton is.
Susie: Wow, thanks!
Comeau: I’m pretty sure that wasn’t a compliment, but your welcome.
Axl pleads his case but the referee will hear none of it, demanding he vacate the ring and starting a five count to disqualify him. Evermore shakes his head and approaches his corner while Craven slowly begins to stand up with the assistance of the ropes. Unbeknownst to the referee, Jackson steps across the apron and stands behind Max, taking him around the jaw then pulling him down with a reverse neckbreaker right across the top cable. Craven’s neck snaps off the top rope, sending him staggering with a little momentum back towards the center of the ring where he’s caught under the arm of Too Magnificent. The big man hoists his smaller opponent into the air and drops him emphatically into the canvas with a side slam, immediately hooking the leg. Referee Princeton gets Evermore back into his corner then turns, dropping down to make the count.
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Craven kicks out even after all the punishment he’s sustained at the hands of the former Alpha Generation contingent. Too Mag gets back to his feet and approaches Adams, slapping his hand to tag him back into this contest. Jackson quickly enters the ring, alongside Too Magnificent who begins to pull their winded opponent to his feet. Adams quickly steps through the ropes and onto the apron while his large partner hoists Craven into the air with a gorilla press. Jackson now springs to the top rope, taking flight and catching hold of the back of Max’s head, pulling him down out of the gorilla press with a face buster right into the canvas.
Moore: Now that was cool.
Comeau: A unique tag team maneuver just utilized by Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams, which might be enough to finally put the kibosh on Fully Loaded’s chance of victory.
Adams crawls into the cover, hooking Max’s leg while Princeton again drops down to make the count.
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To the relief of all those amassed in the Manhattan Center, Max again kicks out, lobbing his shoulder from the ring and sitting up in the process. Jackson stands up and again delivers a precise stomp to the back of his head before taking hold of his hair. Craven is rolled to his feet and whipped right into the enemy corner, Too Magnificent standing on the opposite side of the turnbuckle. Jackson charges in and spears Craven right to the ribs, ramming him spine first against the corner. After hitting the move Adams steps back and grabs Princeton by the shirt, forcing the ref to turn his back to the prone Craven, arguing with him over something. Behind the referee’s back Too Magnificent has taken the tag rope and wrapped it around Max’s throat, pulling back on it and choking the life out of the Fully Loaded member’s body. Max is gasping for air while kicking his legs to try and free himself. Emily Cage watches this from the outside of the ring, shaking her head in disgust.
Susie: Is bondage legal in this match?
Comeau: Craven having the life choked from his body at the hands of Too Magnificent, these two are breaking every rule in the book.
Susie: What book? Is it a pop up book? I sure hope so.
Princeton gets free from Jackson’s grasp, forcing Too Mag to stop choking Craven with the tag rope, holding his palms up innocently. Adams now barrels towards the prone Craven who shockingly gets his feet up right into the inbound Jackson’s face. The blow causes Adams to stagger in reverse, flailing his arms in the process while Craven steps forward then flips over backwards into a kick. His feet fly over the top rope and land right against Too Magnificent’s face. The version of the Pele sends the monstrous goliath falling off the apron. Max rolls over onto his feet, falling back first against the corner once again while an enraged Adams rushes right towards him. Craven jumps into the air, twisting his body so that he lands seat first on the second cable, Adams rushing behind him and crashing sternum first right into the top turnbuckle pad. He begins to stumble backwards as a result when Craven drops back, his legs coming up over the top rope and both of his shins connecting right against Jackson’s face.
Mark: I didn’t think Craven had it left in him but he’s actually back on the offensive.
Moore: Bless his little heart.
Adams tumbles onto his back while Craven drops back into the ring onto his feet, rushing across the ring then diving into a tag. Axl’s hand is slapped right in front of the official’s face this time, leaving nothing to be disputed as Evermore jumps over the ropes, rushing right at the standing Adams. Jackson is hit with a lariat across the throat by Evermore. Adams tumbles to the ring, rolls across it to his feet then steps forward into a thrust kick directly under the jaw, taking him back down to the canvas.
Comeau: Evermore is in there and you can just see how fresh he is.
Moore: He’s fresher than the lettuce at my grocery store.
Mark: How positively colorful.
Too Magnificent begins to stand up on the outside of the ring as Craven rushes past his partner, springing to the top rope then taking flight. He comes crashing down seat first right on top of Too Mag’s sternum, taking both men down to the outside mats amongst a roar of approval.
Mark: And Craven still crazy enough to use his body as a weapon against Too Magnificent!
The energetic Evermore steps towards the rising Adams, kicking him to the gullet as he rises and placing him in a front chancery. Jackson is lifted into the air as Axl sets up for the Shotgun (Suplex into Stunner). As Adams floats over his shoulder to be hit with the stunner he squirms free, landing on his feet hind Axl then catching both of his arms. The fans start to scream as Jackson turns Evermore around for the unprettier. Somehow Evermore is able to turn his body though, wedging his shoulders against Jackson’s back then lifting him into the air with a torture rack. He twists around now and pulls Jackson down into the torture rack piledriver, dropping to his seat in the process. Jackson’s skull collides violently with the ring as he rolls onto his back, Evermore crawling into the cover.
Comeau: Psycho Driver from Axl, God, I can’t believe I knew what to call that.
Princeton drops and makes the count with the fans chanting along.
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Jackson launches his shoulder from the ring before the final three count. A still fresh Axl rises to his feet and takes hold of Jackson’s leg, lifting it into the air then turning him over onto his chest, placing him in the Straight Shooter (High Angle Half Crab). Roars of pain emanate from Adams as he pushes himself up onto his elbows, looking on the verge of submission. Before he can tap out, Too Magnificent rolls back into the ring and steps in, slapping his hand around Evermore’s throat. Craven is back in his corner, or he would have stopped Too Magnificent from entering the ring.
Susie: A chokeslam set up, see, I know the names of complicated moves too.
Comeau: Too Magnificent again saving Adams right when he was on the verge of submission.
Axl’s eyes are wide as he’s forced to break the Straight Shooter and dragged forward, Too Magnificent reaching out to grab the back of his pants for the chokeslam. At the last second Evermore delivers a hard kick right to the inside of Too Mag’s thigh, then one to his gut, forcing him to remove his hand from his throat. The giant is doubled over as Evermore takes hold of both of his arms, setting up for the Flipside. He tries to lift him but he just doesn’t have the strength to get his large frame into the air. With a grunt he tries once more only to be taken by the arms from behind, Adams spinning Axl around into the unprettier. Evermore’s face collides violently with the ring, causing him to roll across it towards his corner. Shockingly he ends up close enough for Max to reach him, slapping him on the shoulder then stepping across the apron, neither Too Magnificent nor Jackson realize that Craven has been tagged in.
Mark: Max just made a blind tag and I don’t think his naïve opponents realize it.
Moore: Yeah, they’re so stupid, hehehehehe.
Comeau: That’s kind of like the pot calling the kettle black.
Susie: MARK! I had no idea you were so racist.
Craven springs to the top rope and takes flight, soaring towards Adams with a crossbody. Jackson drops down out of the way, causing Max to fly over top of him right into the arms of Too Magnificent. The brutish figure catches Max across his sternum and smiles as he throws him up into the air on top of his shoulders in a powerbomb position. Before he can connect Max snaps over backwards into a hurricarana. Too Mag flips over and crashes into the ring hard across his spine, Craven ducking his head and rolling forward right onto his feet. He just gets up when Jackson comes charging towards him only for Max to lunge into the air, connecting with a huge spinning heel kick right to his sternum.
Too Magnificent rolls to his knees, beginning to stand up when Craven moves towards him, throwing a right hand into his jaw. He goes for another punch only to have the large and impressive behemoth boot him to the ribs, doubling him over forward. Craven is taken by the wrist and whipped right into the corner behind Too Magnificent’s back. Max jumps into the air, landing on the second rope then springing off of it onto the top cable while twisting his body to face his opponent. As soon as he lands on the top rope he springs off into a front dropkick right to Too Mag’s jaw. The big man is knocked from his feet amongst great praise from the sold out crowd.
Mark: Craven unloading on his opponents!
Moore: He’s such a little trooper, and I hope I win his competition.
The gathered masses are still vehemently supporting Craven as he slowly gets to his feet, still reeling from the prolonged assault he suffered at the hands of his opponents. Jackson suddenly steps up behind him, taking his neck in his arms and bending him over backwards for the reverse DDT. However, Craven drops down out of position, falling onto his back then lifting his legs into the air, wrapping them around Jackson’s neck. He pushes himself up off of the canvas with his palms and begins to spin, dragging Jackson around in circle after circle after circle before snapping off with the head scissors. Adams flips over and plummets into the ring across his back, looking highly disorientated.
Comeau: Craven with yet another agile maneuver.
Susie: He sure is quick in the ring, hopefully not in his movies, hehehehe, I’m so bad.
Craven gets up to his feet when Too Mag steps in, blasting him right to the forehead with a big right hand. Craven crashes to the canvas as a result of the strike, Too Mag turning around right as Axl comes flying off one of the turnbuckles, soaring straight towards him. Too Magnificent reaches out however and catches Axl across his sternum, placing him in position for the fall away slam. Before he can connect Craven to his feet and moves behind him, delivering a straight step up enzugari to the back of Too Magnificent’s head. The blow leaves the big man incredibly dazed, allowing Axl to slip free from his arms and land on his feet right in front of him. Axl bends Too Mag forward, hooking both his arms then using all his strength to lift him into the air, driving him down to the canvas with the Flipside.
Mark: A big reversal into the Flipside by Evermore. God this job is easy, I just repeat everything that I see happening. Easiest paycheck I’ve ever earned.
Susie: You get a paycheck? I knew there was something I forgot to ask about.
Too Magnificent is down while Evermore stands, turning to face the upright Adams then charging in, giving him a clothesline right over the top rope. After being hit with the Flipside Too Magnificent instinctively sits up, appearing very dazed when Craven rushes into the cables in front of him. He bounces off then comes barreling forward, jumping over his seated opponent and catching him with the Big Stiffy (Blockbuster). Too Magnificent’s head collides hard with the canvas while Craven turns, jumping into the cover on the giant.
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The Manhattan Center is buzzing with excitement over this big tag team victory by Fully Loaded.
Moore: Fully Loaded win, yay, yippee!
Mark: Craven and Evermore have gotten their revenge here in tonight’s fast paced opening tag team bout.
Evermore steps towards his partner, reaching out and grabbing hold of Craven’s wrist as he assists him up to his feet. Axl now lifts Max’s arm into the air, gesturing in his direction amongst a loud ovation from the hometown crowd. They celebrate this big win, but their happiness is derailed when Jackson rushes back into the ring, charging up right behind Craven and driving his forearms between his shoulder blades. Craven is knocked to the canvas while Axl steps towards Jackson with his fist cocked back, ready to unload. However, Adams drops to the canvas, rolling under the ropes to the outside. He backs up the ramp with sweat seeping down his exhausted frame and his features tensed up in anger.
Comeau: Oh come off it, Adams attacking Craven from behind after this match to get the last laugh.
Susie: But he didn’t do anything funny.
Mark: I wasn’t being literal. Fully Loaded are going to be determined to hand out another ass kicking after this debacle.
The boos from the crowd continue to drown out all other sound while Adams backs up the ramp, appearing irate over having lost this tag team match. Axl has crouched at his partner’s side, Craven shoving himself up onto his elbow, still gripping at the back of his neck in pain. Both of his eyes are focused sharply on the back peddling Adams, overwhelmed with hostility.
Comeau: This issue doesn’t appear to be resolved.
GETTIN’ FREAKY
Sweat streams down the panicked face of one Billy Mayne. His armpits are damp and his skin is shaking in horror, prepared to do his first official backstage interview. The microphone in his hand trembles while he stands in front of the official interview set up, taking deep, uneasy breathes. He briefly swipes his palm across his forehead and finally begins to speak into his shaky mic.
Billy Mayne: Well here I am, taking over for Susie Moore backstage in my new fulltime role. Oh God…
Briefly he is overcome with a bout of depression, burying his face into his palm. It takes him a moment to collect himself before he finally looks back up into the camera.
Billy: And to make matters worse, my first interview is with….
He cringes as he looks off to his side.
Mayne: David Freak.
A loud reaction is heard from the Manhattan Center crowd as the man that Billy has verbally been berating on commentary saunters into the camera’s frame. He emphatically slaps his hand down onto Mayne’s shoulder, causing Billy to cower in fear, almost dropping his microphone in fright. David smiles with pleasure, realizing that he has Billy Mayne exactly where he wants him, completely at his mercy.
David: Billy, you have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to have a nice, friendly little chat with you.
Awkwardly Freak now extends his arm out completely over the shoulders of Billy, pulling him into almost a side headlock. The side of Billy’s face is buried into Freak’s chest, his skin growing red as he is physically overpowered by the big man.
Freak: I’ve been wanting to thank you for the way you talk about me on commentary.
Mayne: R-r-really?
David: Of course bud!
He snatches the back of Billy’s shirt, pulling in reverse on it so that the fragile correspondent is stood upright. Freak reassuringly slaps him hard right between the shoulder blades now, knocking Mayne forward where he’s caught by the throat.
Freak: I just find your verbal jabs to be so hilarious. They’re truly rib tickling.
His hand squeezes tightly around Billy’s throat until his skin becomes a shade of blue and he’s gagging for air.
David: You really are a funny man. In fact, the more I think about your comments, the more it makes me want to laugh, and when I laugh my hands tend to seize up and grip things a little tighter.
He chuckles briefly, causing his hand to grip the throat of Mayne with more force.
Freak: But there will be plenty of time for laughing and discussion, because you and I are going to be spending a lot of time together now that you’re the new backstage correspondent. Right pal?
Again Billy is forced into a side headlock as David gives him a rather brutal noogie.
David: Maybe you want to make a few comments about me now Billy. Come on funny guy, make me laugh.
Mayne: I’d really rather not.
Freak: Oh come on, there’s no need to be bashful just because you’re in front of a camera. Go ahead, crack a joke at my expense why don’t you.
He applies the side headlock even tighter.
Billy: Please, I just don’t think it be in good taste…
David: Yeah, maybe you’re right, and like I said, there will be plenty of time for that. Now that I’m climbing the ladder around here at an accelerated rate, it’s only going to be a matter of time before I’m a champion, and then you’ll be sent to interview me a lot more. So, thinking about it, you and I are going to be spending a lot of quality time together, maybe even after my match here in a few moments. Don’t you go anywhere, because I’ll be right back.
Billy is stood upright and slapped playfully on the cheek. David now steps back with an intimidating smile on his face, leaving Mayne behind with his ruffled hair and sweaty clothing. As Freak waltzes away, Billy doesn’t move an inch, too terrified to do so.
Billy: Uhhh, I hate my life.
DAVID FREAK VS. AURORA ROSE
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
Susie: Hehehehe, David Freak, I wonder if he’s named that because he’s freaky.
Comeau: I’m sure you’d like to find out.
Moore: I would, but he frightens me.
Mark: Treasure Troll dolls frighten you Susie, anyway this match is built on the blow back from last Riot’s battle royal.
Susie: How can you not be frightened by Treasure Troll dolls, with all that spiky, multi-colored hair, it’s downright intimidating.
Freak bounces from each one of the ropes, his features twisted with hostility while “Coming Undone” by Korn now plays over the PA system, resulting in a loud verbal outburst from the crowd. The majority of those in attendance are screaming rather loudly for the IWC veteran who rips her way through the curtains. She stands on the stage and throws a fist up high into the air, garnishing an even louder reaction from the packed Manhattan Center crowd. She now rushes towards the ring and slips in under the ropes, rising to her feet with her arm stuck up into the air in a rock gesture. As soon as she gets up the intense Freak barrels across the ring, trying to take her head off with a clothesline from hell. She ducks under his bicep right before it could connect, the official calling for the bell to officially start this contest.
Comeau: Freak trying, optimal word being, TRYING, to get the early advantage but Aurora had it scouted.
Susie: You go girl! Aurora is a girl right?
Mark: I haven’t examined her anatomy personally, but if not, she’s awfully close.
Freak bounces off the ropes and comes rushing back in at Aurora who jumps into the air, wrapping her legs around his neck then snapping over into a hurricarana. She comes down seat first onto his sternum while holding the back of his legs for a hurricarana pin.
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The aggressive David kicks out, launching Aurora forward onto her elbows and knees. The two quickly rush one another to their feet as Freak comes charging in for another lariat. Rose hooks his arm with her own, then jumps into the air, sticking her legs out and wrapping them around his other arm. She now pulls a shocked Freak down into a crucifix pin.
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David kicks out by dropping over onto his knees, Aurora rolling away from him but quickly stepping in and wrapping her arm around his neck. She is setting up for a DDT only to have David wedge his hands to her ribs, shoving her backwards into the cables. Aurora charges into the cables, bouncing off then coming back at David who stands, bending forward for a back drop. Rose leap frogs over top of him and continues into the opposite cables behind his back. She bounces off and charges right at David who turns, launching his foot into the air for a big boot. Right before the boot can be planted to her jaw, Aurora ducks it, jumping forward and catching David by the back of his pants, pulling him over into a school boy.
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Again the ever intense David powers his shoulders from the ring.
Comeau: Aurora doing the intelligent thing in this contest, remaining allusive and going for a lot of quick pinfall attempts on the much bigger, much more powerful Freak.
Susie: It’s people like Aurora Rose who make me proud to have a vagina.
Mark: Thanks for sharing.
Moore: Eww, perv.
Comeau: I didn’t mean literally sharing your vagin…oh forget it.
Susie: Way ahead of you.
Menacingly Freak rises back to his feet, rushing at Aurora for a big powerful lariat. At the last second Aurora ducks it, beginning to rush into the cabled behind when David turns, catching hold of her hair. He grips it tightly while Rose kicks her legs and screams a little from the pain of the hair pulling. She is suddenly spun around towards Freak who now pulls her forward into his shoulders, dropping back into a big Samoan slam. The body of the agile Rose crashes forcefully into the ring as David sits up, his cheeks twitching with intensity.
Moore: Aurora couldn’t run forever, just like Forest Gump.
Comeau: Who I can imagine is another of your idols.
Susie: Him and Pewee Herman.
Aurora holds her back as she rolls away from Freak, getting to her elbows and knees when he steps in, dropping the point of his elbow right to the small of her spine. She falls back across her stomach on the ring and Freak gets to his feet, jumping into the air. He comes crashing down on top of her lower back with a big splash. A wail of agony emanates from her lungs, David wedging his knee right to her lower back and then pulling in reverse on her chin. Aurora finds herself trapped in a version of the rear chin lock now, trying to forcefully pry the hands of Freak from her jaw. Her attempts to free herself prove futile as David continues to wrench in reverse, his knee burying itself further and further into her kidneys. The official inquires as to rather she submits only for Aurora to shout “no” at the top of her lungs, digging her nails deeply into the canvas and dragging herself towards the ropes.
The second she moves a few inches Freak removes his knee from her back then jumps into the air, stomping down right into her kidneys. Aurora kicks the canvas with both feet while her intense opposition takes hold of her hair, forcing her up to her feet yet again. He takes her around the neck in a reverse neckbreaker position then pulls her over backwards. Her spine ends up arched over David’s knee while he continues to pull down on her chin, locking in another variation of the rear chin lock from a reverse neckbreaker position. His teeth flash from between his curled lips, intent on injuring the talented young Aurora.
Comeau: Another submission from Freak, who I guess likes to wrestle these slow, methodical matches. I’m just guessing really, because besides his name, I really don’t have a clue who Freak is.
Susie: I’m sure he has no idea who you are either.
Mark: Hahahahaha… oh wait, your being serious?
Aurora is struggling to resist tapping out but now begins to try and fight her way free, launching her knee up into the air and connecting with the side of David’s skull. She hits another knee right to his temple, forcing him to begin to relinquish this submission. After one last well placed knee strike she frees herself, falling over to her knees in front of Freak who refuses to let her get away. He grabs her by the hair and begins to drag her up to her feet when Aurora wraps her hands around the back of his cranium, falling to her seat connecting with a jaw breaker. The enraged David bounces off the top of her cranium, holding his knee while backing into the ropes. Aurora remains seated on the canvas after the jaw breaker when David bounces off of the cables then surprisingly rushes forward, falling into a low dropkick right to her face.
Susie: How did that move not even hurt Freaky?
Comeau: This guy must have a jaw made of cement and even thicker head, bazzzinng.
Moore: Hahahahahaha, I don’t get it.
David rolls away from the laid out Rose, rubbing at his jaw then pouncing upon her. He drops to his knees at her side, taking her by the bangs then repeatedly ramming the back of her skull against the canvas. The official steps in, imploring him to stop while Freak gets to his feet, grabbing him by the shirt then dragging him in close. He mumbles some obscenities beneath his breath then pushes the official away, turning in a circle to face the agonizing Rose.
Even after being brutalized she begins to stand up on wobbly legs, Freak charging forward and nailing her with a violent shoulder block. Rose is sent down to her back while David stands over her, proud of his strength advantage and the pain she’s suffered thus far.
David now charges into the cables at her side, bouncing off them then coming back in. She rolls towards him, causing David to leap over then charge into the opposite ropes. Rose now turns on her knees then goes into a headstand, flipping up off the top of her cranium, landing on her feet then jumping into the air and wrapping her legs around David’s neck for the hurricarana. However, Freak counters into a violent, vicious powerbomb, slamming her down hard into the canvas.
Moore: Ouchie wouchie! Aurora countered again!
Mark: Despite her breath opening offense, Rose is being decimated by this much stronger, much more aggressive Freak.
Aurora drops to her elbows and knees, slowly beginning to get up when David steps in, taking her by the hair. The menacing David pulls her to her feet then rushes her across the ring towards one of the turnbuckles, about to ram her face first against it. At the last second she pulls her head free from his palm, stepping behind him then shoving Freak forward into the turnbuckle. David turns around and crashes back first against the turnbuckle when Aurora charges at him, jumping into the air then planting her knee right into his jaw. The stiff knee strike causes David to tumble down to his seat, leaning back first against the corner while Aurora staggers away from him towards the center of the ring. She bends forward holding her aching back but then rushes right at the seated David, jumping into the air and flipping forward into an upside down senton splash right against his sternum. She threw her entire body weight right into the angry brute, bouncing off then rolling away from her, agonizing as she reaches for her kidneys.
Susie: Wow, Aurora almost killing herself to hurt Freaky.
Comeau: She’s doing everything and anything to get the advantage.
The maneuver leaves Freak in a very dazed state as he slowly begins to roll out of the corner, Aurora jumping over him then making her way up the turnbuckle. She gets to the top rope and flips over backwards, spinning around into several rotations then coming down right on top of her opposition with the phoenix splash. The crowd reacts to the high flying move with much praise as she again goes for the pin.
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David launches his shoulder from the ring before a three count can be made.
Mark: The twisting phoenix, jumpy, twisty move thing not enough to get the win.
Moore: So close, so close, come on Aurora, women’s power, feminism, win and we can burn each others bras.
A rather stunned Aurora grabs David around the neck, dragging his very battered body to his feet then slapping on a side headlock. She points at the cables then rushes forward for the Sinful Desires (Stratusfaction). As she jumps into the air David wedges his shoulder to her spine, lifting her into the air for a counter into the back drop suplex. Aurora flips over in reverse landing on her feet right behind David, countering his reversal. She wraps her arms around his waist, dropping to her seat and then pulling him over backwards into a reverse roll. Aurora sits on the back of David’s thighs while his shoulders are pressed to the ring.
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Freak kicks out, launching Aurora forward into the ropes only for her to go into a headstand. The back of her legs hit the top rope, slingshotting her in reverse where she lands on her feet then lunges into the air, twisting around into a buzzsaw kick right to the inbound face of her opponent. David is taken down to the ring with Aurora landing on her seat at his side.
Comeau: Agile grace personified by Aurora.
Moore: She’s more agile than that slinky I use to own.
Aurora rises to her feet with her hand over her back while David slowly tries to get up. As soon as he stands Aurora steps up behind him, locking in yet another side headlock then rushing towards the cables for the Sinful Desires. She is intent on hitting it this time only to have David once more wedge his shoulder to her spine, lifting her up into the air then throwing her at the ropes. Aurora extends her leg to try and cushion her fall but accidentally causes herself to crotch herself over the top rope. She now sits on top of the cable, reaching for her lower region while Freak rushes towards the ropes running perpendicular to the ones she’s crotched on. He jumps to the middle rope then springs off, twisting in mid-air and connecting with a clothesline from hell to Aurora’s throat. She is sent flipping backwards off the top rope and crashing into the ring at Freak’s side amongst a wave of absolute shock.
Susie: What in the world was that? Explain please.
Mark: A huge springboard clothesline from hell variation. Explained.
Aurora rolls onto her back as David crawls into the hook of the leg, the fans still stunned by that acrobatic move.
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The packed Manhattan Center expresses their disbelief as David breaks his pinfall attempt, rising to his knee and swiping at blood that seems to be oozing from his nostrils. David stands up and turns his back to the laid out Aurora, continuing to dab at his bloodied nostrils with his fingers, wondering why this claret is flowing.
Mark: David almost victorious with the clothesline from hell, but now he seems to have some type of mystery nose bleed.
Moore: I get those every time I try to think.
Freak is now brushing away a great deal of mystery blood from his nose when a very disorientated Aurora catches hold of the back of David’s pants. He is shockingly pulled over in reverse right into a school boy by the dazed Aurora, catching her opponent completely off guard.
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Shock sweeps throughout the arena as Aurora has just snuck in the back door to pick up a win.
Comeau: Aurora victorious with a roll up on Freak out of nowhere. I have to say I’m surprised.
Susie: Your not the only one. What are we surprised about?
Aurora rolls away from Freak with a smile on her face, rising to her feet with both of her arms raised high in victory. Sweat rolls down her red cheeks as she slowly drops to her knees.
David sits up, looking sweaty and angry, he isn’t pleased even in the slightest by what just happened, especially as blood dribbles down his sternum. He slowly gets to his feet, turning in circles in the center of the ring then glaring down at Aurora who is seated against the ropes, still rubbing at her throat with a slight smile on his face.
Comeau: A very surprising win for Aurora tonight and obviously Freak isn’t happy, especially since that bizarre nose bleed led to his loss.
David continues to glare at the laid out Aurora with his lips trembling in a state of rage when….
AN ULTIMATUM
There is a house in New Orleeaannnss
UHHHHHHH!!!
They call the Rissssiinnng Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And lord I know I’m one…
All eyes transfer to the entry way, including the furious peepers of one David Freak, who has backed into the cables. Through the curtains without a second’s delay marches one angered Hurse, the microphone gripped in his palm and his features twisted with hostility. Following behind him is “The Black Widow” herself, the Queen of the IWC, Robin Brooks. Her arms are crossed over her sternum and her eyes are rolling as the X-Class Champion follows her delusional boyfriend towards the ring.
Mark: Well this is interesting, Aurora Rose’s celebration cut a tad short because here comes the former World Heavyweight Champion, Hurse, followed by the current X-Class Champion, Robin Brooks. God I hate having to remembering all these names and useless facts.
Susie: Just be like me and don’t even try. Use your looks to get ahead.
Comeau: How do you think I got this job in the first place?
Aurora has rolled to the outside of the ring, still clutching at her throat and gasping for air. All the while Freak has also vacated the squared circle, giving both Robin Brooks and Hurse a twisted, angered gaze. The Master of Control slips under the ropes and jumps to his feet, lifting the microphone to his curled lips.
Hurse: THAT’S IT, I’VE HAD ENOUGH DISRESPECT!
An agitated Robin occupies the apron, taking a deep breath before following her enraged boyfriend into the ring.
Hurse: I’m sick and tired of being treated like the village idiot. I will not be pushed around by disgruntled referees, undeserving World Champions, and former allies any longer, it’s about time people started answering for their transgressions against me. AURORA…
The tired, winded Rose slowly looks up at the ring with confusion in her eyes. She still grips at her larynx, wondering why she’s been singled out.
Hurse: Don’t you go anywhere, because just like me, you deserve answers from the man I’m about to call out here. No, I’m not going to take care of one Alex Ingelson for screwing me out of my World Championship, nor am I about to take back my stolen gold, that can wait for a time and place that Orlando Cruze would least expect it. I’m fed up with coming out here and whining and crying, it’s time to start taking back my life one piece at a time, but revenge on the likes of Too Magnificent, Ingelson, and Cruze can wait, all I want right now are ANSWERS!
Robin is patting her foot against the canvas with her head titled, clearly not wanting to be here listening to Hurse’s ridiculous complaints.
Comeau: I wonder who Hurse has his sights set on here.
Moore: I hope it’s Santa, I’ve always wanted to meet Santa. I sat on his lap once.
Mark: I’m sure your no stranger to sitting on plenty of men’s laps, Susie.
The skin of the World Champion is pulsating and red, his eyes locking with no deviation upon the entry way.
Hurse: I can no longer tolerate the treatment that I’ve been receiving. If it wasn’t bad enough losing my belt, and then being defeated by Too Magnificent last week, I come here tonight and see Pat Evans joining forces with Silencer, Christian Savior and Dan Douglas?
Boos are heard all throughout the Manhattan Center as Hurse almost gets a little teary eyed over this revelation. Aurora suddenly realizes why she was asked to stay, therefore she shakes her head and begins to march away, not wanting to have anything to do with Evans.
Hurse: And to make matters worse, neither Robin, Desolation, nor I were let in on this little plot. We weren’t even invited to the festivities that just took place. After all the time that I spent grooming Pat Evans to join the Alpha Generation, and after all the hard work that our group put in for the Boss, I think we deserve some friggin answers.
His increasingly red face turns towards Brooks who closes her eyes and shakes her head. She clearly realizes that her boyfriend is only making matters worse.
Hurse: So I’m giving you till the time our next commercial break ends to bring your ass out here Evans, and give me the explanation that I’ve earned! Robin and I aren’t going anywhere until we get our answers!
The former Champion storms back and forth through the ring, breathing uneasily. Brooks blows a strand of hair from her face while waiting impatiently.
Comeau: Hurse giving “Submission Champion” Pat Evans an ultimatum and doing the trademark whining we’ve come to expect from him.
Susie: I wonder if Pat Evans is actually going to show up after the commercial break. Damn all these cliffhangers.
Hurse continues to storm back and forth in the ring, his eyes burning a hole into the entry way in anticipation.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
THE ANSWER
The show returns to a close up of Hurse’s face, his body storming back and forth in the ring. Robin has stepped to his side with her hand on his shoulder, trying to talk some sense into his egomaniacal mind yet he will hear none of it. He just continues to pace anxiously, Robin throwing her arms up in the air, seemingly giving up.
Susie: We’re back live and Hurse is still walking around in the ring wanting…umm… San….
Mark: Nooo, he wants Pat Evans to come out here. Before the break Hurse arrived in the ring livid over the fact that Evans has joined another faction. Apparently Hurse is upset because he’s been sending feelers out to Evans for months now to join the Alpha Generation.
Moore: Why can’t they all just be friends, they can share Pat just like I share my Barbie Dolls.
Robin has backed into one of the corners, well aware the damage that Steven is threatening to do to the Alpha Generation by making his whiny demands.
“Outsider” begins to play throughout the building, automatically generating a great deal more interest. Hurse stops pacing, his callous, outraged eyes settling on the curtains which now part to reveal Pat Evans as he makes his way onto the stage. A small bag is hanging from his hand and the Submission title rests over his shoulder, wearing a surprisingly smug expression on his face. He slowly makes his way down the ramp, not hesitating whatsoever to enter the ring with the furious former World Champion and the vicious vixen.
Comeau: If you didn’t get enough of Evans earlier, here’s another dosage. I thought we heard enough from him a few moments ago to be honest.
Susie: I don’t think Pat feels that way.
Mark: You never think.
Moore: Oh yeah.
Pat makes his way up the steel steps and onto the apron, rather arrogantly eyeing the Alpha Generation member in the process. After a second’s delay he slips through the ropes and into the ring, snapping his finger as he has the audacity to march right past Hurse, acting indifferent to his presence. A microphone is handed to him by the less than pleased Kailey Worf. Hurse traces his every movement with his eyes, watching Pat step back to the space before him, where he lifts the microphone to his lips.
Evans: Steven, Steven, Steven, I’m going to be honest, I didn’t think you had the balls to call me out here like this.
Hurse grows even more brash.
Hurse: Oh yeah, well you can ask Robin, I’ve got huge balls. HUGE!
The veins in his neck and face are ripping through the surface of his blood red flesh while Robin covers her face with her palm.
Pat: I would imagine that they’d have to be quite swollen after the kick they received from Too Magnificent last week.
A mixed reaction emanates from the crowd and the trembling Hurse steps up into Pat’s face yet again.
Hurse: The condition of my testicles is none of your damned business. How dare you, how dare you!
Evans: How dare I what?
Hurse: How dare you join Dan Douglas’ faction and not the Alpha Generation. Do you have any idea how much time I had invested in you? How much time I was willing to put into making you a star?
Pat: Don’t you mean, making me into your puppet?
To this claim Hurse has no response, which makes him all the more angry.
Evans: The only reason you wanted me to join the Alpha Generation is so that you could control and manipulate my talents, so that you could keep me under your thumb.
Hurse: That’s not true, that’s not TRUE! I saw something special in you Evans, potential.
Pat steps back and looks towards the rafters, rolling his eyes in the process.
Hurse: Do you know what I was offering you, a chance at immortality. The Alpha Generation just doesn’t open its door to every Tom, Dick, and Harry, we’re an exclusive club. We’ve dominated this company for ages, and yet you treat your invitation to join us as irrelevant?
Evans shrugs his shoulders, increasing the former Champion’s frustrations.
Hurse: For a whole year you dicked us around, constantly refusing to give us a solid answer, and just when it seemed things were about to come together, you go and join Savior and Silencer? Do you have any idea what kind of step down that is? Do you not realize Evans what the Alpha Generation could have given you? I already made you the Submission Champion, what further proof do you need?
Attention is drawn to the gold that resides over Evans’ shoulder, the very belt that was given to him several months ago by Hurse.
Hurse: I’ve lavished you with offering after offering for a whole year, I had plans for you and everything, and this is how you repay me, with such disrespect? Why did you turn down the Alpha Generation, Evans, why did Douglas, nor you, even let us in on your plan? I think we deserve some answers, and your just the man to give them to us!
The crowd reacts with another mixed response to this demand, Hurse stepping back with his skin positively pulsating in anger. Robin leans back first against the corner, a little more attentive at this point, clearly desiring answers herself. Before a reply can even be given Evans reaches into the bag he brought out with him, removing the very Alpha Generation cap that was given to him almost a year ago. He pulls it out and throws it right into Hurse’s face, the cap bouncing off his chin.
Pat: Hurse, to be frank, I just don’t like you….
Hurse fights back a tear over this revelation.
Evans: This past year I’ve seen nothing from you but whining, bitching and complaining. Jackson Adams and Too Magnificent were right, you turned the Alpha Generation into a joke, you bastardized it. You may have promised a lot, but you came through on none of it!
This statement is meant with some actual applause while Hurse swallows deeply, trying to control his anger.
Pat: That’s why Dan Douglas didn’t let you in on our plans, because you failed him, you let him down. Now its time for you to reap the repercussions of your constant failures. I’m not going to join your circus act, and be the manipulated stooge you want me to be, I’m joined with a faction that rewards and appreciates talent. A faction designed to destroy those who have let Douglas down.
Hurse slides his palm through his hair, about to respond before being cut off by Evans.
Evans: Namely, individuals just like you….
His finger extends outwards in the direction of Hurse, who lowers his face into his palm. He shakes his head back and forth, slowly starting to lose his cool yet again. That’s when Christian Savior comes barreling past Evans and almost rips Hurse right in half with the Blaze of Glory. The crowd expresses their sheer shock over this as Hurse has all the air knocked out of his frame from the blow.
Comeau: Savior just came out of nowhere and got the drop on Hurse!
Susie: Apparently the Alpha Generation are not in the good graces of Douglas.
A now angered Robin steps out of the corner, beginning to drill the rising Savior repeatedly to the jaw with forearms. Unbeknownst to her, Evans has reached into his bag, removing lavishly decorated chain and wrapping it around his fist. It’s the very same chain that was given to him by Hurse at Redemption Roe. Robin turns in time to be knocked right to the jaw with the steel, sending her crashing hard to the canvas. Evans now begins to stomp her repeatedly to the sternum while Savior steps over the laid out Hurse, jabbing him to his face again and again.
Comeau: This beat down continuing with no remorse from either Savior or Evans.
The crowd suddenly has a mixed reaction as Desolation slides into the ring, coming to the aid of his Alpha Generation compatriots. As soon as Christian and Evans spot him they step back with their palms held up in the air and smiles cut across their faces. Surprisingly Desolation forms a human barrier between his laid out associates and their attackers. For some reason Evans and Savior seem to be claiming they have no beef with the Dark Man who is urging them to fight him.
Susie: Oh look, it’s the ever so adorable Dessy.
Comeau: Would you quit adding a “y” to the end of everyone’s names, it doesn’t sound cute!
Desolation continues to shoot a rather intimidating glare into the faces of Savior and Evans who are backed into one of the corners. Pat reaches down and grabs one of the microphones off the canvas, holding a finger up to the menacing Dark Man in the process.
Evans: Desolation, you may be a member of the Alpha Generation, but we’re willing to give you a pass. Douglas still has plans for you, and we know just how talented you can be. But you had best move along before we change our minds.
For a moment Desolation ponders his reply to this audacious demand from Savior, looking over his shoulder at his writhing Alpha Generation teammates. He now shrugs his shoulders and steps forward, delivering a hard right hand to the jaw of Christian Savior, then a boot to Pat’s ribs.
Comeau: I don’t know how wise this move is, but I’ve never known Desolation to be one who follows orders.
Moore: He’s fighting these baddies, he’s sticking up for his teammates. That’s admirable. So admirable I spent an hour looking up the right descriptive adjective to call him.
The crowd is going nuts as the shocked Savior rushes towards Desolation, receiving a violent thrust kick right under the jaw. The blow knocks Christian backwards, spilling through the ropes while Evans charges up behind his attacker. Before he can land any blows Desolation almost flips over backwards, his shin connecting right between the Submission Champion’s eyes. Pat is knocked through the ropes in reverse as well, crashing down onto his feet right beside Savior.
Mark: Desolation clearing the ring with a lethal series of kicks. I’ve felt the full force of those things before, it’s painful.
Susie: Almost as painful as thinking?
Comeau: Even worse.
Desolation rises back to his feet, stepping in reverse towards the struggling Hurse, who uses his partner’s pants leg to pull himself to his knees. On the outside of the ring an enraged Evans is trying to get back inside only to be held back by Savior, who is repeatedly whispering something to his partner. A very dazed Hurse checks on Robin, holding her head up in his arms and appearing furious as he glares at the two men who just assaulted him. All the while Desolation has picked up the microphone, speaking into it while examining the twisted duo at ringside.
Desolation: Cthulhus tentacles, enough random, uninspired violence, let’s just get this mini-clusterfuck over with.
The mic is tossed to the canvas while Desolation motions repeatedly for both Evans and Savior. The two champions glance at each other then nod eagerly, spouting off some insulting statements. Those packed in the Manhattan Center are rather excited over this request.
Comeau: Don’t go anywhere people, after the break we’ll apparently be back with Desolation and Hurse versus Savior and Evans.
Susie: Now this match has meaning, yay.
Savior and Evans slowly pull themselves up onto the apron while continuing to shoot menacing stares at the Alpha Generation.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Coming soon to DVD
PAT EVANS & CHRISTIAN SAVIOR
VS.
THE ALPHA GENERATION
The show comes back live to absolute chaos inside of the ring, Desolation slugging Pat Evans repeatedly across the jaw and backing him into one of the corners. He now begins to stomp him violently to the ribs while gripping the top rope to maintain his balance. Outside of the ring Christian Savior is doubled over as Hurse jumps from the apron, crashing down on top of his back with a double axehandle.
Mark: We’re back live and its time for some violence.
Moore: The Alpha Generation fighting with Evans and Savior all during the break with the match getting underway. Yay, I said something without sounding stupid.
Comeau: I’m speechless.
Referee Stuart Wright is in the ring, trying to control this insanity. Sitting in a chair on the outside of the ring is Robin Brooks, holding her jaw and still looking barely conscious after being struck with the chain by Evans. Desolation again slugs Pat to the forehead, and then nails an uppercut right to his jaw. He immediately grabs hold of the Submission Champion’s shirt, ripping it open to reveal his sternum then connecting with a very violent knife edge chop right across it. On the outside of the ring Savior is being dragged towards the steel steps then pulled down face first into them by a truly vengeful Hurse. After slamming from the steel the N.H.B Champion falls to his seat with his back to the stairs, his opposition beginning to slug him repeatedly to the forehead.
Mark: It’s nice to see that Hurse has pulled his head out of his ass tonight and has got it in the match.
Susie: You should remind the fans not to try putting their heads up their asses at home, it’s more painful than it sounds.
Desolation takes hold of Evans wrist and whips the Submission Champion across the ring. At the last second Pat reverses though, instead sending the Dark Man charging into the opposite corner. He slams into it spine first as Evans now comes barreling towards him, running right into his adversary’s heels. At the last second Desolation got his feet up, avoiding the incoming blow from Pat then pulling himself up onto the corner in reverse. He stands on the second rope then launches himself off, twisting into a leg lariat that connects right to Pat’s throat, sending both men crashing into the canvas.
Comeau: The Alpha Generation is really pumped up here this evening.
A dazed Savior is forced back onto his feet and then rolled into the ring by a more aggressive Hurse. He finally starts to pull himself up onto the apron and then grabs the top rope. Apparently the Master of Control is waiting for Savior to get up, and as soon as he reaches his feet Hurse pulls himself up into the air for some type of springboard. Suddenly Christian lunges into the air though, connecting with a dropkick to Hurse’s sternum and knocking him to the outside mats.
Susie: That was a smart looking counter.
Comeau: Much smarter looking than you, that’s for sure. Christian nailing a dropkick on Hurse right as he was pulling himself into the ring.
Hurse slams hard into the outside mats, beginning to roll around in pain and clutch at his sternum as well. The man who took him out of the equation slowly rises to his feet when Desolation charges in, delivering a vicious forearm strike right to Christian’s jaw. He then spins around and connects with a vicious back heel kick to his ribs, doubling Savior over in front of him. He now spins the other way and nails a buzzsaw kick to the back of Savior’s knee, knocking his legs out from beneath him. Christian crashes onto his back after this vicious array of kicks from the Cartel Champion, who now backs up, setting up for another Kawada style blast. Before he can hit it, Pat steps up behind him, wrapping his arms around Desolation’s waist then snapping over backwards into a violent bridging German suplex.
Referee Wright, who has no idea who the legal man is just gives up, dropping to the canvas and making the count.
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The Dark Man gets his shoulder up even after being spiked down right on top of the back of his neck.
Comeau: That German suplex delivered with some nasty emphasis.
Susie: What about the move makes it German?
The German suplex leaves Desolation a little dazed as he rolls away from his intense opponent. Savior gets to his feet and he and Pat storm towards the dazed Desolation, both men beginning to stomp away at his sternum and ribs. That’s when Evans is grabbed by the shoulder and spun around, Hurse nailing him to right o the jaw with a closed fist. Savior turns around and receives a knife edge chop straight across the sternum, knocking him in reverse towards one of the corners. He falls against it spine first while Hurse turns back towards Evans, who rushes in for a clothesline. The Alpha Gen member ducks it and switches around behind his opponent’s back, shoving him forward right into Christian in the corner. Pat turns, his spine hitting Savior’s chest and both men standing propped up against each other. To a surprising reaction Hurse rushes in and jumps into the air, connecting with the Heat Seeking dropkick right to the forehead of the Submission Champion.
Moore: That was a dropkick from Hurse right?
Mark: Hey, your right, now you’ve only got about a thousand more maneuvers to remember.
Susie: I’m already off to a promising start.
The dropkick has knocked Evans loopy, his body slowly tumbling to the canvas with Christian left standing in the corner. That doesn’t last long as Desolation steps back to the center of the ring and now rushes in, unleashing a slight roar upon driving his boot right o Savior’s jaw. The devastating big boot connects and sends Christian tumbling to his seat in the corner.
Comeau: And now another violent, jaw breaking kick from Desolation. Just seeing those kicks aggravates my post traumatic stress syndrome.
Susie: They make me want to pee.
Christian rolls under the ropes and onto the apron after that last boot connected, leaving him in a perpetual daze. Desolation on the other hand is looking more intense than ever, turning towards Hurse who is blasting Evans to the face with a series of hard strikes. He now turns and drops to his elbows and knees, Desolation charging in and stepping off of Hurse’s back, to launch himself forward into a flying buzzsaw kick. Evans ducks the inbound kick however, and jumps forward, catching Hurse around his thigh and neck, pulling him over into the Oklahoma roll for the pinfall. Desolation lands on his feet and turns to spot the cover behind his back.
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Hurse is able to get his shoulder up, dropping down to his elbows and knees while Pat Evans sits up in front of him. He now rushes forward at the same time the Dark Man does, both men connecting with jumping front dropkicks to opposite sides of Evans’ skull. The stiff collision of all four boots meeting one skull echoes throughout the arena. Evans’ brain seems to be smashed, his eyes glazed over.
The Alpha Generation members begin to stand up when Christian Savior comes in out of nowhere with a lethal straight big boot right to Hurse’s face. The hard shot sends him crashing to the ring while Savior now rushes at the Dark Man, throwing a lariat. Desolation bends down and catches Christian against his shoulders, lifting him into the air with a fireman’s carry. He swings him around and places him in position for the Brand X (Kryptonite Krunch). Before he can connect Savior’s legs slide free and he wraps his arm around Desolation’s inner thigh, pulling him over into a small package.
Comeau: Nice counter by Savior, as I’m required to say.
Susie: Just don’t say anything, we still get paid, it makes this job so much easier.
Wright drops to make the count.
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Desolation kicks out, dropping over onto his knees then beginning to stand up only to have his head caught in a front chancery. Before he can even respond Savior lifts him up into the air then plants him hard first into the canvas with the implant DDT. The Dark Man’s skull is almost caved in when it meets the ring. Savior stands after delivering his high impact DDT, stepping over the laid out Desolation and moving up the turnbuckle onto the top rope. He balances himself then launches his body through the air with a moonsault. He comes crashing down right on top of the Dark Man, immediately hooking his leg.
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The fans react rather favorably as Desolation launches his shoulder from the ring, kicking out before the three count.
And angered Savior stands up, taking Desolation around the neck then dragging him up to his feet. The Rising Phoenix has the Dark Man set up in position for a reverse neckbreaker then when Hurse gets to his feet, charging into the cables in front of him. He bounces off and comes back in at Christian, throwing a right hand only to have it ducked and be caught across the sternum. Savior now drops back, delivering a reverse DDT and a downward spiral in combination.
Comeau: Very impressive by Savior, DDTing Desolation, and giving the downward spiral to Hurse at the same time.
Susie: That was gorgeous, almost as gorgeous as my teeth.
Mark: I wonder when and if the referee is going to be able to get some type of control over this madness though.
Desolation is gripping at the back of his skull and Hurse is holding his face while Savior steps over them again moving towards the corner. He begins to climb up with his back turned towards the ring, the official being drawn towards the still struggling Evans, trying to force him out of the ring. As Christian gets to the top rope the crowd suddenly starts to scream, Robin waking up and jumping onto the apron. She places her palm to Savior’s posterior and now shoves him from the top rope. Christian flies over the mats and slams sternum first directly into the top of the barricade, the crowd screaming in utter shock.
Moore: Look, look, Robin just got involved, she got involved and the ref didn’t even see it, that was clever.
Comeau: Are you Mike Adamle’s sister or something?
Robin drops to her knees on the apron, still holding her jaw in pain before finally falling down to the outside mats. Some of the fans heckle her, and others cheer over her getting a bit of revenge for that pre-match assault. Inside of the ring Hurse is slowly starting to get up when he’s taken around the neck surprisingly by a standing Evans. Pat pulls him to his feet and snatches hold of his leg, placing him a fisherman’s suplex position. He now drops sideways, flipping Hurse over into the windmill fisherman suplex with the bridge.
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Desolation dives into the fray, planting two elbows right into Pat’s ribs, causing him to break the pinfall attempt. Both the Dark Man and Evans begin to stand up, disgruntled in regards to each other. Pat is met with a kick to the sternum by his opposition, who then drills the Submission Champion to his forehead with a straight right hand. The Dark Man now lifts his leg into the air, swinging around for another of those dangerous Kawada style kicks. Before it can connect Pat bridges back a little to avoid it. This causes Desolation’s back to be aimed towards Evans who quickly steps in, taking him around the waist for another German suplex. Before he can connect Desolation powers Evans backwards into the turnbuckle, ramming him spine first against it.
Moore: A counter by Desolation, wow, I’m so getting the hang of this.
Comeau: Yeah, one day you’ll learn what to actually call some of these counters too.
Evans is still pressed back first against the corner, being held there by Desolation who forces all his weight in reverse right into the opponent. He does this to give Hurse time to recover, the former World Champion getting to his feet then barreling across the ring. Hurse jumps into the air while Desolation moves out of the way, setting up for some type of splash. A confident Cartel Champion has his back turned to the action, assuming all went according to plan but not realizing that Hurse has been caught on top of Pat’s shoulders. Evans rushes out of the corner as Desolation turns around and has his partner thrown via powerbomb right into his sternum. Both men crash into the canvas with force, the crowd stunned by what just transpired.
Comeau: Hurse powerbombed right into his own tag team partner in what has basically turned into a tag team tornado match here.
Moore: Things between the Alpha Generation and this new army have heated up and fast. This is more steamy than that movie I acted in in college.
Mark: You’ll have to show me a copy later.
Both Alpha Generation members are completely laid out after Hurse was powerbombed directly into his partner. The Master of Control slowly starts to get up while holding his back when Pat steps to the center of the ring then rushes into the cables behind his opponent. He bounces off the ropes then jumps into the air, catching Hurse around the neck and pulling him down with a bulldog right on top of the Dark Man. The Alpha Generation member again crashes onto his own partner, bouncing from his frame. Evans sits on the canvas, his features twisted with hostility before slowly starting to his feet, motioning for Savior who rolls under the ropes to the inside of the ring. He is still clutching at his jaw while Evans approaches Desolation, dragging him to him to his feet then scooping him up onto his shoulder. He holds him in a running powerslam position before Christian steps in, taking him around the neck, both men dropping with an elevated diamond cutter.
Susie: A tag team move, cool!
Mark: Well, this is a tag team match.
Moore: REALLY?
Desolation flops onto his back after taking this vicious move, Savior and Evans slowly rising to their feet after taking him out of the equation. They slowly turn towards Hurse who charges towards them, delivering a swift chop across Christian’s sternum then delivering a hard right jab to the jaw of Evans. He turns, nailing Savior to the cheek with a hard right hand as well. Both men are dazed by these repeated blows as Hurse rushes into the cables in front of them, bouncing off then coming back in. They reach out and catch him under both arms though, stepping to his sides then lifting him into the air with a double gut buster across both of their knees. The landing leaves him doubled over forward, hands cradling his mid-section while Savior jumps into the air, placing his knee under Hurse’s face then pulling him down into a hard knee strike. His skull bounces off of the knee, causing him to stand up in a dazed state then have both of his arms tucked behind his back by Evans who snaps in reverse with a tiger suplex. He is bridging over backwards into the pinfall.
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Hurse gets his shoulders off of the canvas, dropping to his chest and stomach. Obviously Wright has no idea how to establish order in this contest, now just outright allowing the inmates to run the asylum. Evans forces Hurse up to his feet, taking him under the jaw to do so then slapping him across the cheek.
Mark: Evans now toying with Hurse, obviously showing no fear or respect for the former World Champion.
Susie: Hurse is scary.
Comeau: How? I’ve seen pinkie toes more terrifying than him.
Pat clubs him over the back now, Savior stepping in and stomping Hurse to his mid-section. He is doubled over as both Savior and Evans continue to clock him across the jaw with right hands then take him by the wrists, whipping him towards a rising Desolation. The Dark Man side steps his own partner at the last second, catching Hurse under his arm then stretching him across his back. He swings Hurse around into almost a modified 619 so that his shins connect right with an inbound Pat’s sternum, knocking him down to the canvas. He then lobs Hurse up onto his shoulders in a fireman’s carry before pushing himself up with his palms into a gorilla press then throwing him on top of an encroaching Savior. The Master of Control lands right on top of the Rising Phoenix’s sternum, knocking him down to the canvas with Hurse coming down on top of him.
The official drops and makes the count again.
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Savior is able to get his shoulder up from beneath the frame of his opposition. On the outside of the ring Robin is watching in a state of despair, still semi-conscious but not enjoying the fact that Savior just got his shoulder up. Desolation steps towards his partner, slapping him on the back of the head and demanding that he get up. From the corner of his eye he spots an inbound Evans though, who is very dazed yet has the strength to charge right at the Dark Man. Desolation spins around and charges right back at Pat, nailing him with a back elbow under the jaw that sends him crashing into the canvas. The Cartel title overseer rushes into the cables at the laid out Evans’ side, bouncing off of them then charging forward and jumping into the air. He extends his back outward and comes crashing down spine first right across Pat’s mid-section with a senton splash.
Susie: Desolation single handedly keeping his team in this contest.
Comeau: Hey, your right, there’s a first time for everything. I may not like the Dark Man very much, seeing as he was instrumental in me losing my job as GM, but he’s definitely keeping his team alive thus far.
Desolation crawls towards the laid out Evans, beginning to deck him with a multitude of closed fists directly to the forehead. The referee tries to admonish him for this but Desolation will not stop his brutality. Hurse has dragged Savior up to his feet, jabbing him under the jaw and knocking him back first against the cables. He now glances over his shoulder at Desolation who is standing Pat Evans up. The Dark Man and the Master of Control whip the tag team partners towards one another in the hopes that they will collide. Right before they can connect Pat stops his forward momentum, catching an inbound Christian by the thighs then throwing him over his head. He flies right towards Desolation and lands on top of his shoulders, pulling him around into a hurricarana.
Comeau: Oh, a very nice counter by Savior and Evans.
Susie: Why do both of these teams keep throwing their partners at each other? Not that it doesn’t look fun of course.
Hurse appears stunned as he turns and realizes what happened, Pat rushing right at him. At the last second Hurse bends forward, catching the Submission Champion against his shoulders then back dropping him over the ropes. Evans twists, crashing down to the outside mats with tremendous force side first. Since his partner failed Savior now charges at the former Champion who ducks under his attempted right hand. He hooks the inbound arm with his own, pushing it backwards and sending Christian around into a circle then catching him by the wrist, whipping him towards the ropes. Before he can hit them he drops down into a slide then jumps to his feet, Hurse barreling towards him only for Savior to lunge into the air, hitting him with a brutal leg lariat to the jaw. The stiff impact seems to knock Hurse completely unconscious, sending him plummeting to the ring while Christian lands beside him.
The Rising Phoenix stands up, swiping sweat from his forehead then unexpectedly rushing across the ring and jumping into the air. Robin has her back turned towards the ring when Savior dropkicks her through the ropes right between the shoulder blades. The fans have another mixed reaction as Robin is sent charging forward into the barricade, crashing into it knees first then flipping over into the sea of humanity.
Comeau: Savior obviously does not forgive Robin for taking his X-Class title at Paranoia V!
Moore: Plus she did push him off of the corner earlier, and I think that can make people mad.
Mark: Who would have figured.
A somewhat arrogant Savior rises to his feet then bends forward, glaring at the struggling Hurse, motioning for him to get up as he prepares for the Blaze of Glory.
Comeau: Christian setting up for the spear.
Hurse holds his throat, slowly beginning to stand up after taking that vicious leg lariat. He spins around when Christian charges straight across the ring, running in for the spear amongst screams from the fans. However, he charges right into an upward kick right to the face from Hurse. Those in attendance are stunned by this counter that has left Savior severally dazed, Hurse lunging into the air for a big spinning heel kick. Christian ducks the impending blow, Hurse landing behind him then turning around right into a rib cracking spear. The blow sends him crashing hard spine first into the canvas while his opponent now kneels at his side.
Susie: Somehow he did hit the spear!
Mark: A second Blaze of Glory on Hurse! Savior could have this wild tag team match won for his team!
Hurse has rolled away from the kneeling Savior, who looks truly proud of himself when Desolation steps up behind him out of nowhere. He doesn’t get the legs hooked but he pulls back on both of Christian’s arms, then delivering a modified Curb Stomp to a loud wave of shock from the sold out crowd.
Comeau: A Curb Stomp out of nowhere by Desolation!
Moore: He caught the man with the fabulous perm!
Desolation rolls Savior over onto his back, dropping down into the lateral press for the three count to a shockingly loud ovation from the sold out crowd.
Comeau: Desolation on the verge of pinning Christian Savior and giving the Alpha Generation a big victory.
The ref makes the count.
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The Alpha Generation have done it, picking up a huge win over the Conspirators here this evening. Pat stands up at ringside, glaring into the ring, his eyes filled with hostility as a result of Savior’s loss.
Comeau: Desolation picking up the win for the Alpha Generation after an out of the blue Curb Stomp on the No Holds Barred Champion.
Susie: I don’t think this will end their tyrannical reign though.
CHAOS IN THE MANHATTAN CENTER
The fans’ reaction is drastically altered as into the ring slides Jackson Adams and Too Magnificent, both men adorned in Alpha Generation t-shirts. However, their allegiance is not with Desolation, Hurse, nor Brooks, which they prove by immediately pouncing on the Dark Man.
Comeau: Well there goes another post match celebration out the window, because the Alpha Generation of Jackson Adams and Too Magnificent are assaulting Desolation for the second week in a row!
Susie: Why are they wearing Alpha Generation shirts then? Isn’t Desolation in the Alpha Gen, or am I losing my mind due to inhaling too many hairspray fumes?
Mark: The indication that I was given is that Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams want to take back the Alpha Generation name that they feel responsible for creating.
Desolation is knocked to the canvas across his elbows and knees, both Adams and Magnificent clubbing him repeatedly over the back with forearm strikes. They now begin to stomp away at him as well when Hurse comes staggering into the fray still holding his ribs after taking the spear. He jumps directly at Too Magnificent, clubbing him to the forehead and backing him into the ropes. Hurse begins to chop and punch his big rival repeatedly and ever aggressively when Jackson steps up behind the Master of Control, grabbing his arms. Hurse is spun around then driven face first into the canvas via the unprettier. The skull of the Master of Control bounces violently off of the ring, sending him rolling onto his back while Adams sits there grinning.
Mark: Hurse coming to his partner’s aid but the numbers game is definitely against him.
Susie: Ohhh, numbers game? You know I can barely count so I’m not playing.
Jackson begins to stand up when Robin slides into the ring, rushing towards him and connecting with a flying lariat to his throat. Jackson now crashes into the canvas while Robin rolls past him onto her feet, turning towards Too Magnificent who rushes at the young lady with an attempted lariat. She ducks it as Too Mag rushes forward right into an upright Desolation, who begins to deliver a series of brutal open hand slaps to both cheeks of the big aggressor.
Susie: Look, Robin is helping her teammates, the Alpha Generation beating up on the old Alpha Generation.
Robin now turns around towards a struggling, disorientated Savior who suddenly lunges into the air, catching her around the neck. To the despair of the crowd Robin is dragged down face first into the canvas with the diamond cutter from the N.H.B Champion. She flops off of the ring at this point while Evans now rushes up behind Desolation, blasting him right to the back of the head with a savant kick. The shot knocks him forward into Too Magnificent who lobs his boot into the air, driving it right to the forehead of the Dark Man.
Moore: Yikes, now Evans and Savior are helping the old Alpha Generation beat down the new Alpha Generation. I’ve just confused myself.
Comeau: I don’t think that would be very hard. The Alpha Generation is in some real trouble here.
Too Magnificent and Pat Evans step to opposite sides of Desolation, beginning to stomp him to the ribs and sternum. Jackson has approached Brooks, dropping down and slapping his hand around her throat, choking the very life out of her while Savior has pushed Hurse to his seat in a nearby corner, stomping him to the face. Desolation tries to get up during this beat down, starting to stand only to have Evans snatch hold of the back of his head, rushing him towards the ropes then throwing him over to the outside of the ring. The Dark Man slams hard across his back upon hitting the mats when the crowd suddenly starts to go nuts at the sight of Axl Evermore and Max Craven barreling towards the ring.
Mark: Here come Fully Loaded!
Susie: I guess they’re angry about what happened after their match earlier.
Comeau: Hahahaha, I’m glad to see that I’m not the only enemy of Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams.
The Fully Loaded duo slide into the ring, immediately rushing at Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams. Craven bends forward and spears the ribs of Adams, taking him off of his feet and down back first into the canvas. He crawls on top of him, beginning to deliver a barrage of both rights and lefts to Jackson’s face. In the meanwhile Evermore has rushed right at Too Magnificent, catching him with a kick to the ribs that doubles the giant over so that he can blast him repeatedly across the jaw with right hands. Pat Evans steps in to assault Evermore, his old nemesis when Axl spins around, delivering a back hand chop right across the side of the Submission Champion’s face. As a result Pat is knocked to the ring but Evermore turned his back on Too Magnificent, who promptly blasts him between the shoulder blades with a forearm. Savior and Evans join in with an assault on the laid out Craven and Evermore.
To an insanely loud outburst, Desolation drags the ladder with the Cartel title wrapped around its rungs out from under the ring. He places it over his shoulder as Too Magnificent turns to face him, sticking his head through the cables. The angry goliath lives to regret this as Desolation drives the top portion of the steel ladder right between his eyes. Too Magnificent stumbles backwards and is spun around by Axl who delivers a prompt superkick right under his jaw. When Savior and Evans spot Desolation with the ladder they quickly drop to the mats, rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring to avoid him.
Comeau: Desolation bringing new Cartel Champion, Ladder, into the equation. He’s calling out the reinforcements.
Susie: Is it wrong for me to think the ladder has a lot of sex appeal?
Mark: Not wrong, but disgusting.
The superkick in combination with the ladder shot has sent the gigantic Too Mag tumbling to the ring like a falling tree. Desolation now slides into the ring, picking up the ladder yet again. He throws the new Cartel Champion directly at a startled Jackson Adams who catches it across his sternum. The Dark Man now drops to his elbows and knees while Evermore rushes at him, stepping off his back and launching himself into a dropkick right to the ladder. The steel rungs bash against Jackson’s ribs and send him staggering backwards, spilling through the ropes to the outside of the ring.
Susie: Are you serious? Desolation and Axl Evermore are actually working together.
Comeau: That’s something I thought wouldn’t happen in my lifetime after the bloody feud they’ve waged against each other.
Jackson lands on his feet somehow, and begins to stagger around trying to maintain his upright base. He points towards the ring, holding his chest over the post match beat-down. An equally as disorientated Too Magnificent staggers towards him, gripping his jaw and fuming with anger while Evans, who wisely vacated the ring steps to Savior’s side, both men watching from the apron Christian is doubled forward with his arms wrapped around his ribs, yet his eyes are blazing with intensity and dementia, still feeling the effects of that Curb Stomp.
Inside of the ring Desolation and Axl Evemore are standing, slowly turning to glare into each other’s faces. When their eyes meet the crowd has a very loud response. Craven is crouching in one of the corners, watching all of this in bewilderment while Hurse is busy attending to Robin. She looks very dazed after having suffered the diamond cutter, Hurse snatching her up in his arms and panting heavily over his own pain. Everyone’s attention is focused on Desolation and Evermore however, the two bitter rivals.
Mark: Rather it was unintentional or not, Axl Evermore just came out here to the aid of Desolation, and helped him clear the ring of not only the old Alpha Generation but also the conspirators. How wonderfully twisted.
Susie: It sure would be nice if Desolation and Evermore became chummy again.
The Dark Man slowly backs up, sweating from that previous contest and requesting a microphone from the official. One is promptly handed to him through the cables. On the outside of the ring Evans and Savior are marching up the ramp, Christian’s hand on Pat’s shoulder, ensuring him that they will have their revenge. In the meanwhile Adams and Too Magnificent are also moving up the ramp in reverse, pointing and shouting at Hurse, verbally threatening not only him but Robin Brooks as well. The duo repeatedly gesture to their Alpha Generation shirts.
Adams: We’re the Alpha Gen, not you deluded egomaniacs!
Jackson and Too Magnificent are quite intense as they continue to back towards the curtains. A microphone has now been handed to Desolation as he approaches Evermore, thrusting his finger against his sternum.
Desolation: Axl, I’m glad you’re here.
Evermore smirks slightly.
Desolation: Because I want you to experience first hand, Ladder’s inaugural title defense.
Boos can now be heard from the Manhattan Center as Desolation approaches the ladder, grabbing its struts and standing it up, the Cartel Championship still glistening as it hangs from one of its rungs. A deep sigh emanates from Evermore, unsurprised that Desolation shows no gratitude for being saved from a post match beatdown at the hands of the former Alpha Generation, and those conspirators.
Desolation: So don’t go anywhere Axl, because Ladder’s first title defense is coming up, NEXT.
Desolation smirks while patting the ladder on the rungs, Axl continuing to look on in disdain.
Comeau: The ladder defends its belt next? How?
Susie: You won’t find out till after the commercial obviously, ratings Mark, ratings!
COMMERCIAL BREAK
IWC…. At least there’s no Shockmaster.
CARTEL INVITATIONAL
The camera comes back live, zoomed in on the ladder in the center of the ring, the gold still tied around its rungs.
Comeau: Welcome back to Riot! this is your new commentary team of Mark Comeau and Susie Moore, and apparently we’re preparing for the first ever Cartel title defense by a ladder. At this point I’d probably welcome the Shockmaster.
Susie: I can’t wait for this title match, that ladder looks so rugged and manly.
The ladder continues to tower in the ring while Desolation stands with his back pressed to a corner nearby. He looks rather winded after that previous match and the brawl that ensued beyond the bell. Kailey Worf stands beside him, listening closely with a roll of her eyes, not wanting to take part in this whole debacle but being forced to. Desolation has removed a bundle of note-cards from his pocket, forcing them into her palm. On the outside of the ring Axl Evermore is seated in a steel chair, his arms crossed and his head shaking, disgusted by the way his title is being disgraced here.
All other outside parties are no longer present at ringside, Too Magnificent, Jackson Adams, Christian Savior, Pat Evans, Robin Brooks and Hurse all having vacated this area of the arena. Only Evermore is left behind, although by the look on his face it’s clear he doesn’t want to be here. Kailey finally steps to the center of the ring, Desolation anxiously demanding that she do so, waving her onward with the back of his fingers. Once in the middle of the ring she sighs before speaking into the microphone.
Kailey: Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed by Desolation that the following contest will be an anything goes invitational challenge for the Cartel title. According to Desolation, he has scoured the earth in search of the greatest competition for the ladder tonight, to truly test his new protégé, and has sent out a number of invitations to perspective challengers who are slated to appear here tonight. And he demanded that I say this….
She sympathetically glances towards the outside of the ring at Axl.
Kailey: Axl Evermore is barred from competing in this match as he was not sent an invitation.
The rightful number one contender for the Cartel title rubs at his jaw, not taking very kindly to this news. He glances towards Desolation who finds Axl’s dismay quite amusing. Kailey lifts a thing of note-cards up in front of her face, the ones handed to her by the entertained Desolation.
Kailey: Now introducing the challengers for Ladder’s Cartel title here tonight. First, he is the master of all things icy, he was featured in more build up vignettes than any other superstar in wrestling history and yet his greatest accomplishment was being Norman Smiley’s hero, he is GLACIER!
Axl scowls towards the entry way as laser lights shine through fog on the stage. A figure now emerges, doing some crappy ninja-esque gyrations, revealing himself as WCW’s Glacier. Snow flakes fall all around him as he stops, crosses his wrists then shoots his arms out to his sides.
Comeau: Uhhh, I have no idea what to say. Think God the build up for his IWC debut didn’t last nearly as long as the build for his WCW debut, I guess.
Susie: Hey, I remember Glacier, oh wait, no that was Sub Zero from the Mortal Kombat games.
Glacier continues to do some ninja kicks and chops on his way to the ring yet he appears to have very little mobility. He climbs the stairs onto the apron then slips through the ropes into the ring, continuing to do a series of kicks and jabs much to the crowd’s disgust. Desolation claps politely while Evermore expresses his disgust through a series of facial ticks. Kailey takes a deep breath before continuing.
Kailey: The next challenger for his title comes from ancient Egypt….
She pulls the note-card closer then glances at Desolation to make sure she’s reading this correctly. He motions with his finger for her to continue, ensuring her that the note-card is accurate.
Kailey: He has the most devastating bear hug in the business, he spends bundles on toilet paper, he is the…Yeti!
Some utterly frightening music plays over the PA system as a seven foot giant strolls through the curtains, his body wrapped from head to toe in wet toilet paper. He looks like a cheaply decorated giant mummy, his arms thrust out in front of himself while he stomps towards the ring. Again Axl is making his repulsion abundantly clear, standing up at ringside and shouting at Desolation in anger over what he is seeing. Glacier looks frightened by the massive Yeti, who still has his arms stretched out in front of his wrapped body as he makes his way up onto the apron.
Comeau: Oh no, you mean the Yeti actually existed, I thought when he came out and hugged Hulk Hogan it was all just some terrible dream.
Susie: It’s a mummy, it’s a mummy, THE HORROR!
Mark: The only thing scary about him was his debut.
Yeti steps to the center of the ring and unleashes a loud mummy like groan that causes Glacier to jump back in horror. Bells now begin to sound obnoxiously throughout the building while Kailey’s shoulders slouch, forcing herself to make the next introduction.
Kailey: The next challengers for the gold are the greatest phallic symbol tag team in the business, they are the Ding Dongs!
Making this statement embarrasses Kailey so much that she covers her face with her palm. Through the curtains now stroll Ding and Dong, dressed in what look like giant latex condom body suits and holding bells in the air. They chime the bells over and over again while rushing to the ring. Desolation pretends to be excited over their presence as both men slide into the ring and continue to run in circles, dinging bells above their heads. That’s before they run into the Yeti, jumping back in horror. Glacier intimidates them by doing a series of karate style kicks and chops.
Susie: The Ding Dongs? That’s strangely arousing.
Mark: If this continues my brain is officially going to turn to mush.
Desolation is handed one of the bells from Ding, or Dong, whoever, holding it through the ropes in front of Axl. He repeatedly dings the bell until Evermore’s fists curl up, wanting to do nothing more than knock the bell out of his hands.
Kailey: Moving along here as quickly as possible, the next challenger for Ladder’s Cartel title made a series of uneventful run ins long ago, and even attacked Earthquake, which was sadly the highlight of his career, he is the Man with no Face!
A very loud series of boos are heard as the masked goliath comes storming through the curtains, barreling right towards the ring with no delay. It appears that he’s wearing a grill across his chest as he slides into the ring then runs frantically in circle, terrifying the Ding Dongs who quickly vacate the ring. Axl’s face is buried in his palm while the Man with no Face continues to run frantically back and forth across the squared circle.
Comeau: Who?
Susie: I have no idea who this is at all, of course I have trouble remembering my own name at times.
The Man with no Face storms towards the ladder, threatening to punch it and then moving around frantically again. Now runs in repeated circles around the Yeti.
Kailey: And finally, hailing from Portugal, a man so cheap he had to wear a jockstrap on his face as a mask, he is Aldo Montoya, the Portuguese Man O’ War!
Axl has had it, standing up and throwing the chair backwards into the barricade while Aldo makes his way onto the stage, his face covered by some cheap looking mask reminiscent of a jockstrap. He moves towards the ring with some weird sounding entrance music, adorned in the most dreadfully colored attire ever seen.
Comeau: Poor Justin Credible. I hope he doesn’t bust out that horrible spinning bulldog tonight.
Susie: Ethnic stereotyping is so fun.
Kailey looks like she’s lost part of her soul via these introductions, discarding the notes she was forced to ead while backing out of the ring. Desolation now overlooks all the horrible gimmicks gathered before him with a slight smile on his face, briefly glancing to the outside of the ring at a flustered Evermore. Again his anguish sustains the Dark Man who slips onto the apron and calls for the bell, an official quickly running in and sliding into the ring. The bell chimes as the Ding Dongs immediately rush towards the Man with no Face, who takes them both in his hands. He pulls their heads close then headbunts then violently, knocking them both down to the canvas. The Ding Dongs roll across the ring and spill to the outside mats.
Comeau: And what will undoubtedly be the worse match in IWC history is underway. Is it too late to resign?
Susie: No, that will give me more time to talk about me. The pretty ones always get the most attention.
Mark: Story of my life.
The Yeti just stands with his back to the ropes, not moving an inch while Glacier rushes past him towards Aldo Montoya who catches him with a back drop over the cables. Of course the back drop is horribly botched by Glacier who gets caught up in the ropes before finally tumbling to the apron. The Man with no Face approaches the Cartel Champion, hesitantly reaching out towards the ladder, cautious to lock up with it. He takes a deep breath beneath the mask before pulling back his fist and punching the steel rungs. He now jumps back, flailing his hand in pain before going to kick the ladder. As soon as he stomps it he jumps back, grabbing at his foot and rubbing it in pain.
Comeau: This guy has to be the stupidest person on the face of the planet.
Susie: That ladder doing a good job of taking these shots.
Mark: I stand corrected.
The Man with no Face now steps in for his patented headbunt, connecting with the rungs and officially knocking himself out. He stumbles backwards and then falls to his seat, shaking his head to get it straight. Aldo Montoya quickly approaches the ladder himself now, extending one palm then the other. He wraps his hands around one of the rungs and braces himself with his legs, getting into a test of strength with the ladder to laughs from the crowd. Axl closes his eyes, groaning while Desolation claps at Aldo’s efforts. Finally Montoya breaks his test of strength, stepping back, spitting into his palms then rubbing his hands together. He now steps forward, applying another test of strength with the steel that just won’t budge. In dismay he steps to the ladder’s side, pulling it down and trying to lock in a side headlock.
Mark: I never thought these words would come from my mouth, but Aldo Montoya is in an IWC ring trying to put a ladder in a side headlock.
Moore: It’s moments like these that you must cherish.
Aldo jumps up and down, trying to wrench the ladder’s imaginary neck. He now closes the ladder and stands it up, trying to step in to apply a sleeper. However, his hand slips off the rungs and the ladder falls backwards, cracking right across his forehead. Aldo looks dazed, stumbling backwards into the ropes then spilling through them onto the apron. Glacier now heroically re-enters the ring, doing some strange ninja like gyrations before approaching the Cartel Champion that is leaning diagonally against the top rope. He grabs the ladder’s rungs, standing it up slightly before it’s abruptly pulled towards him, slapping him between the eyes. Glacier becomes disorientated before the ladder again is dragged towards him, slapping against his skull for a second time.
Glacier is incredibly dazed yet almost breaks his hip as he spins around for a back heel kick, his leg getting caught between the rungs. The fans chuckle as Glacier hops up and down, his leg stuck in the ladder, frantically trying to push it off of him.
Susie: Ladder countering Glacier’s karate kick!
Mark: His leg got stuck in the rungs, the damn ladder didn’t do anything.
Susie: I know, ladder makes it look so effortless.
Glacier is still jumping up and down before twisting around and falling to his stomach. The ladder falls down sideways to the canvas, Glacier’s ankle now trapped in the rungs.
Moore: Ankle lock by the ladder!
Desolation claps on the outside of the ring as Glacier pushes himself up to his elbows, roaring in pain from this accidental twisting of his ankle. He lifts his hand into the air in order to tap out before the Ding Dongs re-enter the ring. They step towards the ladder, stomping it repeatedly until eventually Glacier is able to release his leg. He rolls across the canvas clutching at his ankle while Ding grabs Dong by the wrist, whipping him into the cables. Dong bounces off, coming back at his partner who hooks his arm and lifts him into the air with a modified hip toss. As a result Dong twists and crashes down stomach first onto the ladder. The bell ringing fool has the cover, the official dropping down to make the count.
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Ding stomps his own partner to the top of the head, dragging him up to his feet and rushing him at the ropes before throwing him to the outside of the ring. Ding now approaches the Cartel Champion, glaring at the gold hooked around the rungs through the slits in his mask. He grabs the ladder and stands it up before placing it in a front chancery. He now lifts the ladder into the air, holding it upside down with the crowd counting this unimpressive showing of strength. They reach a count of fifteen before Ding drops back into the suplex, slamming the ladder hard into the canvas. He now floats over into the lateral press.
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The Man with no Face drops an elbow into the back of Ding’s head, stopping the pinfall.
Susie: Ohhh, Ding so close to winning the Cartel title from the ladder!
Mark: This is so utterly ridiculous it’s beyond words.
The Man with no Face pulls Ding to his feet and gives him a headbunt, which seems to be his only offensive move. The shot sends Ding tumbling to the ring then rolling across it in anguish. Now the Man with no Face grabs the steel rungs of the ladder, pulling it up into the air and placing it across his sternum. The Yeti watches on from a corner, still not having done a single, solitary thing as of yet other than stand there being as pointless as his in ring career. The ladder is placed across the wide sternum of its opponent then hit with a big fallaway slam.
Susie: Ohh, I don’t care who you are, or what your made out of, that HAD to hurt!
Comeau: It cannot hurt an inanimate object.
Moore: You’ve lost me.
Desolation feigns being nervous on the outside of the ring while the Man with no Face grabs the ladder off of the canvas, lifting it up high into the air. The ladder is placed in a gorilla press before Aldo Montoya rushes up behind him, clipping the back of the big man’s knee. As a result he tumbles onto his back, the ladder landing on top of his sternum. The official drops down and makes the count.
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Somehow the Man with no Face is able to kick out, avoiding being defeated by the Cartel Champion.
Moore: Ladder so close to retaining its title! Go ladder, GO!
Outside of the ring Axl is absolutely stewing over this outrageously booked title defense. Aldo Montoya quickly grabs the ladder off of the Man with no Face, who is rolling around gripping at his ribs and stomping his feet it utter agony. The ladder is stood upright while Aldo climbs up onto the turnbuckle behind it then jumps off, twisting and catching the rungs, pulling it down into a bulldog.
Susie: Wow, a bulldog off the turnbuckle, no, a super duper bulldog, because he spun around to hit it, did you see it, did you see it?
Comeau: That’s like Disco Inferno jumping twice before hitting a swinging neckbreaker, it literally adds nothing to the move.
Aldo quickly climbs into the lateral press on the ladder to screams from the crowd.
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Glacier grabs the ankle of Aldo, dragging him off of the pin then pulling him to his feet. As soon as Aldo reaches his feet, a wobbly Glacier connects with an unimpressive side kick that Montoya sells like he’s been shot in the jaw. He drops to the canvas flopping around and holding his mouth while Glacier turns towards the ladder, slowly beginning to pull it up. He stands the ladder up on the canvas, pulling apart its struts to ensure that it remains upright on its own.
Glacier is now about to go for a move when the Yeti steps in out of nowhere, wrapping his mummy arms around the ladder, placing it in a bearhug. He moves his hips oddly, almost looking as if he’s humping the ladder while squeezing it.
Susie: THE YETTIII has got a bear hug on the ladder! Will it submit, will it tap out?
Mark: It looks more like the Yeti is dry humping the ladder then giving it a bearhug.
The ladder fails to submit, which leaves the Yeti confused, therefore he just continues to squeeze and gyrate his hips. Finally Glacier steps up behind the Yeti, blasting it over the back and causing the Mummy figure to turn around slowly. He steps towards his much smaller opponent who drops to his back, pulling down on the upper rope and causing the Yeti to spill over them in an ever so anticlimactic fashion. The former WCW veteran stands up and now approaches the Champion, the gold brightly glistening as he rubs his hands together.
He now steps in for a headbunt only to get his noggin stuck in the rungs. Just like his leg earlier he is completely trapped, flailing his arms to get free but unable to get out of the ladder’s impressive grasp.
Mark: Glacier has got his head stuck in the ladder. Yes, I just said that and as a result lost all faith in humanity.
Moore: The ladder with another impressive submission hold!
Those in the Manhattan Center don’t know what to think as Glacier flails his arms, trying his best to get free from the ladder’s rungs before finally tapping out. He slaps the side of the ladder repeatedly to a very mixed reaction, the official turning and calling for the bell.
Susie: Ladder won, it won, it forced Glacier to tap out!
Comeau: You cannot be serious.
The official steps in and tries to force the ladder off of Glacier but he can’t get the poorly trained wrestler’s head free. He begins to shout and reprimand the ladder before finally Glacier turns his head the right way, falling free and crashing to the ring an almost lifeless wreck. Desolation is clapping on the outside of the ring, looking proud of the ladder that he bestowed his Cartel title upon.
Comeau: I just lost all faith in the wrestling business after watching this match. My first night back and I already want to go into retirement again.
Moore: What an impressive showing from the ladder, amazing fundamentals just displayed.
The crowd is still laughing and booing at the same time while Desolation begins to climb up onto the apron, clapping dramatically. It seems that this whole debacle has finally sent Axl over the edge, rising from his chair and swiping it out from under his seat. He steps towards the ring, briefly turning towards a disorientated Dong, who is leaning on the apron and making his way towards him. Evermore slams the chair violently over Dong’s head to a loud reaction from the crowd.
Susie: What is Axl doing to our special guest?
Mark: He’s fed up with this ridiculous sham of a title defense.
Moore: Sham? The ladder made Sub Zero tap out!
Desolation watches on with concern as Axl slips through the ropes and steps towards a dazed Aldo, who is slowly starting to get up. Evermore slams the top edge of the chair into his ribs, doubling him over then slamming the steel hard over his back. The jockstrap wearing Puerto Rican tumbles face first into the ring while The Man with no Face starts towards Axl. He only moves a few steps before the chair is emphatically slammed over his head, knocking him completely unconscious. Evermore now turns in a circle to face the ladder, beginning to move towards it with the chair pulled back. This is before Desolation reaches under the ring, grabbing the ladder’s legs and forcing them closed. The ladder falls to the canvas and the Dark Man drags it out under the ropes to his side, protecting his new protégé.
Susie: Desolation pulling Ladder out of harm’s way.
Comeau: Understandably Axl has snapped here tonight, he’s the rightful number one contender for the Cartel title yet he was forced to sit and watch this insanity unfold?
Axl throws down the chair amongst a pile of terrible gimmick wrestlers laid out at his feet, looking towards the Dark Man with anger in his eyes.
Axl: I want my rematch Desolation, I want it right now!
The Dark Man is shaking his head with his arm around the struts of the Cartel Champion, reaching back and forcing a microphone out of Kailey’s hand. The microphone is lifted to Desolation’s pursed lips.
Desolation: Alright Axl, if your going to piss and moan and ruin my overbooked extravaganza then fine, fine, you’ll get your shot at the Cartel title next week…..
A loud reaction emanates from the sold out crowd as Evermore nods, a slight smile coming to his face.
Desolation:…when “Spin the Wheel, Make The Deal” debuts here in the IWC!
The cheers change to boos as the fans realize they’ll be forced to witness one of the worse segments in wrestling history next week. Axl rears his head, looking towards the rafters and mumbling obscenities to himself. Desolation pulls the Cartel Champion up under his arm and makes his way around the ring, smirking diabolically.
Comeau: Spin the wheel, make the Deal? Good God no!
Susie: Axl gets his rematch for the Cartel title on the next Riot! via “Spin the Wheel, Make the Deal.” I’m so excited.
Mark: You’d be the only one, how many horrible WCW moments must we be reminded of?
Desolation continues to carry the Cartel Champion up the ramp, briefly turning to look back at Evermore with a conniving grin. Axl does not look one bit pleased by the prospect of “Spin the Wheel, Make the Deal” debuting next week.
A BROKEN RECORD
The show switches once again to the very flabbergasted Billy Mayne, who is red in the face and soaked by his own sweat. He appears more troubled now than ever concerning his new job duties, especially given who he is about to interview in the standardized interview area.
Billy Mayne: Hi, it’s me Billy again, and no I haven’t hung myself with the elastic waistband of my undershorts yet, although I wish I had given who I’m about to interview.
Nathan Creed: Billy, is that anyway to talk about the greatest tag team in wrestling history?
A loud outburst is heard from the crowd at the sight of Nathan Creed stepping to one of Billy’s side, and World Heavyweight Champion Orlando Cruze stepping to the other. Both men surround Billy while putting their forearms over his shoulders, making Mayne feel even more intimidated than earlier when he interviewed David Freak.
Orlando: Yeah Billy, you should re-evaluate the manner in which you talk about us, given the fact that now your completely at our mercy.
Nathan: Exactly, there’s no one around to protect you any longer Billy, there are no tables to hide behind.
Creed closes his fist and playfully pushes it against Billy’s cheek, shoving it to the side.
Creed: And soon, when I take care of Too Magnificent and Jackson Adams, your personal heroes, there will be absolutely no one to run to. So I’d suggest that you change your tone.
Despair sweeps over Mayne, who is at the verge of crying his eyes out as he forces himself to ask the following question.
Billy: Nathan, Orlando, can we please get this over with quickly?
Orlando: Of course Billy, it’s not like we can stand your presence for more than five seconds.
Nathan: Yeah, if your personality isn’t enough to do us in, the stench will.
Billy bites his lower lip, wishing to respond but realizing that if he opens his mouth he’ll be in for quite a bit of brutality. Therefore he sticks to the script as Orlando and Nathan continue to smile at both of his sides.
Billy: Tonight Cruze, we heard from this new group aligned with Dan Douglas, and it was insinuated that you will not be leaving here with the World Heavyweight title. What do you say to those claims?
A smile comes to Orlando’s face yet intensity is clear in his eyes over these broad accusations.
Orlando: I think I made it abundantly clear that nothing is going to be taken from me tonight, not my pride, not my spirit, and especially not my World Heavyweight title.
Mayne: How wonderfully cliché…
Creed grabs Billy’s wrist and forces the microphone in front of his lips.
Creed: Listen Billy, people may believe there’s a hoax hanging over Cruze’s head when it comes to defending his title for the first time, and really, they have every right to think that. After all, when Orlando defended his first title he lost it to Desolation….
As his partner explains Cruze’s eyebrow raises.
Orlando: Then when he won it back, he lost it again in his first title defense in a three way to Daemon Frost. And of course his last title reign ended when he was beaten by Silencer, so there….
Orlando: How is this helping me? Would you get on with it already!?!
Nathan is startled by his partner’s demand yet gets on with it.
Nathan: But this time history will not repeat itself, tonight the curse is broken when Cruze retains his title by dominating Silencer in the center of that ring.
This statement is made while Creed points in the general direction of the squared circle.
Creed: The very ring I’m about to go out and compete in, then leave victorious after defeating Riggs.
Billy makes a gag motion after hearing this statement only to be slapped on the back of the head by the World Champion.
Orlando: Tonight, Creed and I aren’t going to allow outside distractions to stop our momentum. Nathan will win his match because his mind is not going to be on this impending marriage….
Creed: Whoa, whoa, whoa….
Before the Icon can continue he’s cut off by his partner, who repeatedly slices his fingers across his throat.
Nathan: Please don’t remind me of that Orlando, and don’t worry, I’m a bachelor and that’s the way it’s going to stay. Legally there is no way Krissie can make me marry her.
Cruze: Yeah, but you can’t blame her for trying, you are one sexy son of a bitch after all.
Creed: I don’t need to be reminded of that either.
Creed winks towards his associate with grins forming on both men’s faces, Mayne becoming all the more disgusted.
Orlando: Like I was saying, Creed and Cruze will be victorious tonight, and all of Dan Douglas’ planning will have been for nothing. He can throw anything that he wants at us because he feels disrespected, it won’t matter. After tonight I not only end the curse that has loomed over my head for far too long, but I also derail Dan Douglas’ convoluted plot. Then Nathan and I can concentrate on what’s important, being the Tag Team Champions.
A smirk forms on Nathan’s face, looking up suddenly into Cruze’s features with excitement.
Nathan: Are you serious?
Orlando: You know there is no better choice bro. I’ll get it in writing after tonight’s show, and Nathan Creed and Orlando Cruze, 3N, will once again be the IWC Tag Team Champions, like it should have been months ago.
The two grin proudly, pleased by the prospect of again holding tag gold with one another.
Billy: Awww, this is so sweet. Do you to want to get a room?
A pompous smile has found its way to Billy’s face, Nathan beginning to chuckle while patting him hard on the back.
Creed: Your so funny Billy, and so pathetic at the same time. It’s only natural that Orlando would want to select someone he can trust as his partner, and more importantly, a winner. And I’m about to go out there and show to Riggs what kind of winner I am.
After making this bold statement Creed sticks out his fist, Orlando placing his knuckles against it. They both then pie face Billy, shoving him down to his seat onto the concrete with a hard thud. As they walk away chuckling Billy watches them leave, deeply, deeply saddened.
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RIGGS VS. NATHAN CREED
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.
Mark: We’re back from commercial, and as you can see we’re jumping right back into the ring. This abstract character known as Riggs is about to collide one on one with Nathan Creed, who made a bold claim right before we went to an abrupt commercial break.
Moore: I like Riggs, he wears more makeup than me. That makes him a whore.
Comeau: Okay, well I guess there is one reason to like Riggs, as he was the one who spiritually crippled AWOL to the point where he finally resigned as General Manager.
Riggs hops to the apron, giving the crowd a long, intense glare before slipping through the cables then crouching in one of the corners. He turns, eyeing the entrance ramp in a brooding anticipation of Creed’s arrival. 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 focussed, waiting for the technical display that is a Nathan Creed match to begin.
Moore: It’s the soon to be newly wed Nathan Creed, you think he’ll make good on all those promises he made before the break?
Comeau: We’re on the verge of finding out sweetheart, it’s going to take more than words to beat this ravenous Riggs. Oh how I love alliteration.
The bell sounds as Creed turns to face the now upright Riggs, both men step towards one another slowly and carefully. Although they are about to face off both men clearly have a respect for one another’s in ring capabilities, which is why they hesitate upon reaching in for a collar elbow lock. They tie up with one another before Creed performs a quick spin under one of his opposition’s arms, applying an arm ringer. He then tucks the arm around behind Riggs’ back into a hammerlock before switching around to his opposite side and applying a side headlock. He quickly takes Riggs over into a side headlock takedown, his back wedged to his sternum and his arms tightly clamped about his neck.
Mark: A nice demonstration of Creed’s vast technical skills. He is a true technician.
Moore: Really? Good, I need someone to fix my television, I keep hitting the power button but it won’t come on.
Comeau: Did you plug it in?
Susie: Ohhhhh.
Creed continues to squeeze the neck of his opposition who slowly begins to push himself upwards. He gets to his knees behind Nathan who stands up yet leans down into the hold. Suddenly Riggs reaches and wraps his hands around the front of Creed’s shins, pulling back on them. As a result the Future tumbles forward into the canvas, Riggs crawling up to his side and grabbing his arm. He lifts it up into the air, establishing an arm lock submission hold. The basic submission causes Creed much grief as he moves towards his feet at a deliberate pace. The second both men reach their feet Riggs throws a punch into the back of Nathan’s bicep, then drags down on his wrist violently, almost separating Creed’s arm from the shoulder. He now spins around under the forearm, establishing his own arm ringer submission.
Moore: Hey Riggs knows submission holds too, that’s so nifty.
Comeau: Yeah, I guess it is.
An aggravated Nathan drops into a forward roll across the canvas then into a backwards roll immediately afterwards. He ends up back on his feet swinging around under Riggs’ arm and establishing a ringer of his own. Riggs quickly cartwheels over across the canvas back to a standing base, reversing the arm ringer back onto Nathan. He no pulls Creed towards him, catching him around the neck and dragging him down to the canvas with a side headlock takedown. This time Nathan finds himself laid out, gasping for air as the thick arms of Riggs restrain the blood flow to his head, tightly clamped about his neck. Riggs blows a strand of hair from his face, making this look effortless before Nathan rolls away from him, pulling his adversary along with him onto the back of his shoulders in a pinning predicament.
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Riggs kicks out, forced to break the side headlock as he falls over to his knees. Creed begins to stand up in front of him, taking hold of his arm then swinging around under it. The crowd claps as Nathan applies another arm ringer, going back to square one in this technical game of chess.
Susie: Wow, reversal after reversal, I’m getting dizzy.
Mark: I thought you were always light headed.
A very intense expression resides on Nathan’s face while Riggs slowly begins to stand up. The second he gets to his feet Creed pulls him forward into the side of his body, applying another side headlock. However, Riggs swings his body, getting his head free and placing his back against Nathan’s, dragging him down into a back slide pin.
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Creed kicks out, rolling over in reverse onto his feet as Riggs stands in front of him, taking hold of his opponent’s wrist and pushing him backwards into the ropes. Nathan is whipped across the ring, bouncing off the opposite cables then charging back at Riggs who spins around for a discus knife edge chop. At the last second Creed ducks the inbound blow, stepping around behind Riggs and clamping his arms around his waist. He is setting up for the German, trying to hoist Riggs into the air only for his adversary to reach back with his leg, wrapping it around Creed’s. The ever so sudden Riggs rushes forward into the ropes, dragging Creed along behind him then hitting the cables sternum first. He wraps his arms around the top rope, pushing off with his back and sending Nathan crashing spine first into the ring, rolling over in reverse onto his feet.
Riggs turns to face him, rushing in then jumping into the air for a spinning heel kick. Nathan again ducks it, dropping into a forward roll across the canvas then lunging into the air, landing feet first on the second rope. Riggs stands up after missing the blow just in time to be nailed to the sternum with a springboard back elbow from the Future. Both men tumble to the ring with Creed landing on his seat then leaning sideways and hooking Riggs’ leg.
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Again Riggs kicks out before the three count could be fully completed.
Comeau: Creed showing what makes him a true threat, not only is he technically versed but he’s also very agile for a man of his size.
Moore: Multi-dimensional people confuse me, we should all be one dimensional characters, like me.
After completing the back elbow but failing to get the pin Creed drags his opponent to his feet via his hair. The second Riggs is upright he’s taken around the waist and flipped over with a release gutwrench suplex. Riggs slams forcefully into the canvas, Nathan standing up and immediately cutting his throat with his thumb, already setting up for the flying headbunt in tribute to one Chris Benoit.
Mark: He’s going for the flying headbunt already?
Susie: Creed eager to get this match over with, and here I thought he and Riggs were having fun.
The dangerous Creed turns towards the corner, moving in its direction when a dazed Riggs reaches out, wrapping his arms around his ankle. Nathan is unable to move forward, turning as a result and stomping down into Riggs’ face repeatedly. As a result Riggs breaks his grasp on the ankle, rolling across the canvas to his knees when Nathan steps in, delivering a violent knife edge chop right across his sternum. The stiff strike sends Riggs falling to his back, rolling across the canvas to his knees when Nathan steps over him, applying a front chancery. Riggs is pulled to his feet fore Creed snaps over backwards into a quick vertical suplex. His back slams hard into the ring, causing him to sit up and reach for his kidneys.
After completing his suplex Nathan stands, pointing to the turnbuckle again to a loud reaction from the Manhattan Center. He approaches the corner, slipping through the ropes then climbing the turnbuckle.
Comeau: Creed going for the flying headbunt again.
Susie: There you go, way to be one dimensional, I love it.
Nathan gets to the second rope, leaning over the turnbuckle yet Riggs has reaches his feet, stepping towards his opponent then sticking his shoulders under his ribs. Creed tries to fight it as he’s dragged out of the corner in a fireman’s carry position, Riggs setting up for something big. Before he can connect Creed slips off of his shoulders, landing on his feet behind his back then establishing a reverse waist lock, again setting up for the German suplex. Riggs performs a standing switch though, getting behind Creed then pushing him forward into the ropes. As a result Nathan bounces off of the ropes then rushes forward into Riggs who catches him against his shoulders in a fireman’s carry. He jumps forward into a Finley Roll, the back of his head crashing into Creed’s ribs.
Mark: Finley roll from Riggs.
Moore: Stop calling all the moves, your making me look stupid.
Comeau: That doesn’t take much work.
Riggs drops back and hooks one of Creed’s legs for the pinfall.
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Nathan lobs his shoulder from the ring, narrowly avoiding defeat. Despite his angst over not getting the pinfall, Riggs rises to his feet, slipping through the ropes onto the apron then grabbing the top one. He pulls himself over into a slingshot senton splash right across Creed’s ribs. The blow to the mid-section causes Nathan to convulse all around the canvas, Riggs turning to face him then scooting in as quickly as he can. He takes hold of Creed’s leg, lifting it into the air then puling him over onto his stomach, establishing a single leg crab.
The submission causes pain for Creed’s mid-section as he forces himself to his elbows, glaring at the ropes. Riggs rears back hard on the hold, sitting down almost directly on Creed’s lower spine. Although he’s clearing in anguish Nathan begins to crawl across his elbows towards the ropes, reaching out and grabbing the bottom one to a loud reaction from the crowd. However, Riggs doesn’t let go, instead he pulls Creed back to the center of the ring, sitting down on his spine and wrenching the leg into an awkward angle. Official Fitzpatrick starts a five count, demanding that Riggs break the hold. He reaches for when Riggs breaks the hold, ensuring that he’s done enough damage. He turns and steps to Creed’s side, lifting his elbow into the air and dropping it right into Creed’s lower back.
Riggs scoots across his knees then clamps his arms around Nathan’s waist, applying a reverse bearhug at this point.
Moore: Riggs has really slowed this match down to a pace where I can slightly understand what I’m seeing.
Mark: That’s good, I think. Riggs going back to the focal point of his offense by targeting the ribs with a bearhug.
Many of the fans have a loud mixed reaction, unsure what to make of this situation. Nevertheless Nathan begins to will himself up to his feet, sitting up first on the canvas to try and find the strength to stand. Riggs really squeezes at his smaller opponent’s mid-section while Nathan continues to will himself up to a standing base. Both men reach their feet while Creed reaches down, forcing his hand between the interlocked palms of Riggs. He is begins to push them apart agonizingly before Riggs is forced to break the hold, Creed spinning around and wedging his shoulder to his opponent’s ribs. Creed snaps over backwards, connecting with the bridging Northern lights suplex.
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Before the third slap of the canvas Riggs launches his shoulder from the ring. He turns over onto his knees as Creed stands up in front of him, rushing forward only to have the top of Riggs’ head rammed right into his mid-section. The blow causes Nathan to double over as Riggs stands up at his side, jumping forward into a pump kick aimed at his cranium. Creed sidesteps the impending kick, moving behind his opposition then hooking his arm from behind. Nathan drops back, connecting with a release half nelson suplex. The crowd reacts with a loud response as the back of Riggs’ head slams hard into the canvas, his body naturally rolling in reverse onto his knees. While gripping his ribs Creed approaches Riggs, reaching down and taking him around the waist, forcing him to his feet then dropping back into a release overhead belly to belly suplex. Again Riggs slams hard back first against the canvas, causing him to arch his lower spine from the ring.
Susie: That was a suplex right?
Comeau: Correct.
Moore: Yay.
Mark: Nathan is just a suplex machine.
With his ribs enflamed Creed starts to stand up, Riggs turning onto his knees also trying to get up. He reaches his feet when Nathan grabs him by the bangs, pulling him forward into a violent, aggressive headbunt. The shot sends Riggs falling to his back, Nathan stepping to his side then extending his leg, dropping it right across his throat. After taking the blow he sits up, reaching for his throat, Nathan sinking his fingers into his hair and using it to drag him up to his feet. The second he’s upright Creed takes him around the neck and thigh, setting up for a t-bone suplex. He fails to connect due to the repeated elbows that are thrown into the side of his face by Riggs, who is desperate to free himself. The elbows cause Creed to break up his t-bone suplex as Riggs steps back and spins around for a kick to his sternum. Creed catches the leg across his sternum though then turns, pulling Riggs down into a dragon screw. He slams into the ring, Nathan standing up over top of his legs and putting his own through them. He wraps the legs around his own then pulls him over onto his stomach, applying the Against All Odds to a loud reception from the crowd.
Comeau: Creed using his timeless submission hold, and despite Riggs’ joy of suffering he looks on the verge of tapping out!
Moore: I can’t believe Riggs is about to tap.
The submission aggravates every inch of Riggs’ body, pushing himself up onto his elbows and glaring at the ropes which are so very far away. Suddenly the reaction from the crowd changes as Krissie McMorris comes barreling towards the ring, a steel chair in her hands. Her presence distracts Nathan, who watches her get closer and causes him to let up on Riggs a little. As a result Riggs is able to pull himself into the ropes, grabbing the bottom one and forcing Creed to break his finishing submission. Nathan steps forward, glaring at Krissie in a state of pure rage.
Susie: Nathan’s fiancée coming out here to support him.
Comeau: She looks like she wants to do more than just support Creed.
Nathan shouts at Krissie to leave him be, to stop harassing him as Krissie lifts a chair into the air, sliding it under the ropes to the inside of the ring. She now points at the chair and insists that Creed use it on Riggs to pick up the win. Nathan shakes his head, refusing to stoop to such underhanded tactics just to emerge victorious.
Mark: Krissie trying to get Nathan to use a chair but he wants no part in it.
Krissie jumps onto the apron, winking at Nathan then getting the referee’s attention. Fitzpatrick steps towards McMorris, trying to force her off of the apron to the backstage area. Behind the official’s back, Creed is fuming, turning towards Riggs who suddenly scoops him up into the air and onto his shoulder. Before Creed can stop it, he’s nailed with the Hopscotch (Michinoku Driver II) right on top of the steel chair. Nathan’s upper back slams against the steel violently.
Comeau: Creed dropped right onto the chair with the Hopscotch!
Susie: Hehehe, that backfired real bad.
Krissie finally drops down off of the apron in shock over how her plan back fired, Riggs crawling into the cover.
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A mixed reaction emanates from the crowd as Riggs now sits up, looking winded and shockingly displaying no traces of happiness. He doesn’t appear even the least it excited or appreciative of this victory.
Mark: Riggs victorious after hitting that brutal Hopscotch onto a chair.
Moore: I love hopscotch, although I always got confused by the rules.
Riggs has rolled out of the ring, agonizing after this hard hitting, fast paced back and forth contest. Inside of the squared circle Creed has turned onto his side, gripping at the back of his neck and breathing hard. Sweat trickles down his face, looking irate over what just transpired, at the point of imploding. His anger is intensified by Krissie McMorris who has slipped into the ring with a microphone now in hand. She feigns sadness, acting apologetic upon lifting the microphone to her lips.
Krissie: Oopsy, my bad sweety.
Nathan is absolutely fuming, trying to get up but in far too much pain to stand. A smiling Krissie crouches down at her side.
McMorris: But don’t worry baby, your still a winner in my heart. And who cares about belts like the tag team titles when your just a few weeks away from winning the biggest prize of them all, my hand in marriage.
Both of her cheeks become a shade of rosy red upon standing up and waving goodbye to the furious Creed. She slips through the ropes onto the apron and continues to wave towards her forced fiancée who is mumbling obscenities beneath his breath.
Comeau: Apparently Krissie is still intent on going through with this wedding.
Moore: Yay, I love weddings, I hope I catch the bouquet.
A smiling Krissie backs up the ramp, blowing a kiss to the irate, fuming Nathan inside of the ring.
SMOKE SCREEN
A smiling, jovial Krissie McMorris strolls rather pompously through the curtains to the backstage corridor leading to the ring. She brushes her long locks off of her shoulders while moving down the tunnel with a strut in her step. It appears that she’s positively glowing in anticipation of her wedding with Nathan Creed, slated to go down in just a few short weeks. Her excited fizzles away upon the sight of one Aurora Rose waiting with her arms crossed at the end of the entry tunnel. Momentary confusion sets in at the sight of Aurora, the Punk Rock Princess tapping her foot against the floor in an anxious, frustrated fashion.
Krissie: Something I can help you with dear?
She stops right in front of the frustrated Rose, who beams a very intimidating stare in McMorris’ direction. Krissie fails to be frightened by such a gaze, her grin unwavering in its egotism.
Aurora: I just have a question I’ve been dying to ask you.
McMorris: And I might have an answer.
Each word drips with sarcastic undertones.
Rose: Why are you doing this to Nathan?
The question takes Krissie back a few pegs, her eyes fluttering as she finds herself confounded.
Krissie: Because I can. Now I have a question for you. Why do you care?
Aurora tilts her head in disgust, already realizing what Krissie is trying to insinuate.
Aurora: I care because he cared about me when nobody else did. He believed that I could change, that I wasn’t beyond being saved.
Her reply amuses Nathan’s former lover.
McMorris: Oh please. Don’t think I haven’t noticed your private little conversations with Creed behind doors and the way you look at him.
Rose: Whatever. I have a boyfriend, Richard.
Krissie: Come off it Aurora, we all know that this Richard guy is a smoke screen for your true desires. And you have no room to lecture me about the way I’m treating Nathan Creed considering what you’ve put Pat Evans through.
Such an accusation leaves Aurora highly disgusted yet she hides her true emotions behind a smile and a shake of her head.
McMorris: So don’t stand here being a hypocrite, and don’t try lying to me. I see through you Rose, right into your heart, and I know who it belongs to.
Krissie begins to walk past her, offering a parting comment to a somewhat confused looking Rose.
Krissie: I’d advise you to stay out of my business, but more importantly to stay away from Nathan. I intend to make his life just as big of a living hell as you’ve made Pat’s. See you around, Princess.
She blows a strand of hair off of Aurora’s shoulder then starts to walk away when she’s grabbed by the wrist. Krissie spins around, looking angered over being touched before Rose hauls off and slaps her forcefully right across the cheek. Those in the Manhattan Center cheer over the sight of Krissie getting exactly what she deserves at the hands of Aurora Rose. The Punk Rock Princess backs away with her eyes locked on McMorris, who is holding her cheek with her mouth hung open in a state of pure shock.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
Coming soon to DVD
A SHADOW OF FEAR
Did you think it was that easy?
Gothic style choir music plays thrillingly in the background as the camera opens to reveal some type of ancient dungeon. A wooden table is positioned in the very center of this shadowy chamber, with straps screwed into its surface, obviously present to tie and bound someone down.
That you’d get rid of me so simply?
The side view of a mouth is shown, a tongue stuck out from between a series of sharpened fangs. The tip of the tongue curls upward, revealing a spot of blood dripping from beneath.
When will they learn?
A rosary falls towards the camera, surrounded by darkness.
When will they stop treating me like a mortal?
A series of syringes, filled with various chemicals are stretched across a table, the substance within looking as if it’s almost bubbling.
When will they understand that I am beyond pain?
The camera flashes to a set of snarling fangs, soaked with blood that drips from the very tips.
Soon they will know that I am beyond mercy.
From a shadowy corner of the dusty dungeon a figure lurches forward, his wrists bound by chains with the other end attached to the wall. His eyes are cold and devoid of any semblance of a soul, with his hair hanging down in places before his trembling face. It’s clear now that the chilling voice belongs to Faust, who speaks slowly and dramatically, adding emphasis to every word of warning flowing from between his fangs.
Faust: The monster inside is awake again. My own brother thought he could cast me out with a simple spear, but once I’ve sunk my teeth into something, there is no letting go.
A bed of nails consumes the scene with a camera repeatedly zooming it on it from different angles, giving it a more menacing quality.
Faust: I’ve spared Christian the wrath of my bite, but the time is coming for him to feel his blood pour.
The camera slowly passes over his disturbing, soulless pupils which are black to the very core.
Faust: Christian, Pat, Silencer, you will learn all about who I am, soon, very soon. I will not be silenced, I will stand in the path of the fire bird, and I will take the pain of the chain to receive my revenge.
His tongue passes over his fangs, relishing in the taste of the claret that flows down them.
Faust: The hunger is back, and now, blood will flow.
A blood drenched mouth slowly forms a grin.
Faust: Tread lightly gentlemen, for you never know when the hunger will consume me.
The chains are pulled almost out of the wall as Faust opens his mouth and tries to take a bite out of the camera lens, obviously having slipped completely into insanity. The final image is of the black abyss formed between Faust’s snarling jaws.
PHANTOM VS. ROBIN BROOKS
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 the 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, her X-Class title shimmering brightly over her shoulder. The crowd is quite disgusted the closer the duo move towards the ring, Brooks holding the back of her neck and grimacing towards her boyfriend. Hurse tries to speak to her on the way to the ring but she keeps raising her hand in front of his face, cutting him off to keep him from talking.
Susie: It’s IWC’s very own Queen, Robin Brooks. Should I drop to my knees and expect to be knighted? She can use this butter knife I’m holding to knight me.
Comeau: Susie, your holding a celery stick. Besides, I don’t think Robin is in the knighting mood considering how she was attacked earlier in the night by those conspirators, which she seems to be blaming on her boyfriend.
Moore: He’s always been such a problem for Robin, she should dump him, and join me in a night of clubbing.
A sweaty, tired Hurse again tries to explain what happened earlier in the night but Robin doesn’t want to hear it, rubbing at her jaw as well due to that shot from the steel chain by Pat Evans. She climbs up onto the apron, Hurse trying to do the same only for her to point down at the mats, insisting that he stay away. This order fills Hurse with sadness while Brooks strolls across the ring, demanding the use of a microphone. One is quickly bestowed onto her.
Mark: Something tells me that Hurse is about to feel the Black Widow’s venom.
Susie: Robin is venomous? Then she definitely can’t club with me.
The crowd barely lets the X-Class Champion get a word in, Robin forced to raise her voice in order to talk over the heckles.
Robin: Steven, I’m only going to tell you this once….
Hurse calls out to her, still trying to explain what went down earlier in the night only for her to cut him off vindictively.
Brooks: Nuh, nuh, I’m not going to hear it. For the past few weeks thanks to you, I’ve been hit in the head with my own title belt, struck in the jaw with a chain, and given the diamond cutter. I’m not taking it anymore. You’re a liability at ringside that I can’t contend with Steven.
These claims make Hurse all the more pathetic looking, his head lowered and his lips quivering, unable to deal with being turned down by Pat Evans, and being verbally berated by his girlfriend all in the same night.
Robin: Therefore, I want you to GO backstage and STAY backstage.
Robin points towards the curtains, her angered gaze focused on the depressed Hurse. He looks up in a desperate attempt to apologize and ensure her that he’s not a liability but she won’t hear it.
Brooks: I said I don’t want to hear it. I don’t want some loser in my corner, I only associate with winners, or at least people who can help me. Now go, and I swear to God if I see you out here during my match, our relationship is over!
Such a bold statement leaves Hurse powerless to fight it, his chin touching his sternum as he turns around and somberly marches up the ramp.
Comeau: Robin fed up with Hurse constantly getting her assaulted over the past few weeks so she’s sending him to the backstage area.
Susie: Good, way to stand up for yourself sweety.
Hurse steps through the curtains into the shadowy halls of the backstage area. Even though he obeyed Brooks is still not happy, handing her microphone through the ropes then turning in anticipation of her opponent. The lights suddenly dim throughout the building as fog rolls into the entry way, a bright blue light shining through it. A tall shadowy figure stands amongst the fog and the dim light, the frame belonging to one Phantom. He stands on the stage with his head lowered, hair hanging down in front of his face and his shoulders slouched. The ghostly behemoth moves down the ramp and through the dissipating fog, Robin watching him while rubbing at her jaw. He steps up onto the apron, glaring deeply, very deeply into Robin’s face, some sort of confliction clear in his eyes as it relates to the lovely young Brooks.
Comeau: The man who suffers from a perpetual abandonment issue now entering the ring and what is with this look he’s giving Robin?
Moore: I haven’t got a clue.
Mark: There’s a shock. Last week from what I watched of the show, we saw a more intense, more ravenous Phantom in that ring. It seems that he becomes more aggressive the more that is revealed about his past.
Susie: Phantom has a back-story? I thought he just hatched from an egg.
Comeau: He’s not the Goobly Gooker.
Robin continues to reside in one of the corners as the bell rings, Phantom stepping over the ropes and into the ring, giving her a very conflicted glare. Something deep within Phantom seems to have snapped, his mind in a delusional state as he gazes at Robin. He slowly starts towards the Black Widow who steps out of the corner, shaking her head and spouting forth some verbal jabs. She is really doing some trash talking while the bell sounds in the background and official Stuart Wright is present to officiate the action. As soon as the bell sounds Robin pulls her fist back, launching it at Phantom who suddenly catches her knuckles before they could connect with her face. He tilts his head, looking into her eyes before a slight smile actually seems to come to his face. He now pulls her forward and wraps his arms around her, hugging a very confused Black Widow.
Susie: Pfft, why does Robin get all the guys?
Comeau: This hug doesn’t look sexual in nature, it’s almost as if Phantom has been reduced to a child like state.
Moore: Like Michael Jackson?
Phantom strokes Robin’s hair before she’s had enough, stomping down on his foot and causing him to hop backwards in pain. She now steps in and slaps him hard across the cheek, Phantom failing to be effected by it however. He slowly turns his dark, insidious eyes back towards Brooks, staring deeply into her soul perhaps. Robin steps in and throws a punch against his jaw now, which again fails to inflict any damage on the monstrous figure. His head is turned away from her only for a moment until his eyes slowly transfer back to the Black Widow’s features. Despite being hit several times there looks to be love in Phantom’s eyes, compassion in fact the second he sets sights on a befuddled Robin. As a result of his befuddling stare Brooks jumps into the air, dropkicking him to the sternum.
Moore: Phantom isn’t even trying to hit her, what’s going on here? Isn’t he suppose to be all big and evil?
Comeau: He’s certainly not living up that personality here tonight.
The dropkick knocks Phantom back a few steps before Robin jumps into the air, spinning around for a heel kick. However, the big man catches her across his sternum in his arms then turns to vacate the ring, trying to carry her away with a smile on his face. Before he can reach the ropes Robin pushes herself up into the air and onto Phantom’s shoulder, sliding off then landing on her feet behind his back. She jumps into the air and blasts him to the back of the cranium with a forearm strike, knocking him down to one knee. She now rushes into the cables in front of her crouching opponent, bouncing off the ropes and coming back in at him. The Black Widow gets within arms length when Phantom reaches out, wedging his hands to her stomach and chest then gorilla pressing her up into the air.
Mark: It looks like Phantom is back to his old, destructive ways.
Susie: Yay, or nay?
Comeau: Just don’t speak at all.
Phantom looks as if he’s tapped back into that rage only for his eyes to become docile again upon looking up affectionately at Robin. She uses this time to slip off of his palms then land on her feet right behind the giant, stepping in and delivering a stomp to the back of his knee. The shot causes Phantom’s knees to bend while Robin rushes into the cables in front of him, bouncing off then charging back in at the monstrous behemoth who suddenly steps forward, slamming all of his body weight right against her inbound frame. Brooks is sent flying backwards across the ring, slamming against the canvas while an enraged, snarling Phantom stands over her. Suddenly remorse creeps into his eyes though, his mouth slowly gaping open. He places his palm over his lips and begins to shake his head in a very, very saddened condition. Robin holds the back of her head while rolling across the ring in pain over that counter.
Comeau: Phantom hitting his first offensive move but now he looks very distraught by what he’s done.
Susie: This is so perplexing that I don’t even know what perplexing means.
After accidentally colliding with the villainous vixen Phantom slams his hands down over his head, ripping at his hair in a rage. He slowly steps back towards the ropes, pressing his spine against them, his skin transforming to a bright shade of red.
Phantom: I’M SORRY, I’M SO SORRY!!
Phantom steps over the ropes and drops to the outside mats, beginning to walk in reverse up the ramp. Clearly he is experiencing a great deal of emotional angst and turmoil over his action, having absolutely snapped. Robin turns onto her side, still gripping at the back of her neck while watching Phantom leave, official Wright having no other alternative but to start a ten count in order to disqualify the unstable giant. Phantom stops on the stage, trembling from head to toe, having lost any semblance he still had of a mind.
Comeau: What are you doing Phantom, get back in the damn ring!
Susie: What is wrong with this guy? He’s completely lost it.
Phantom stands on the stage now, glaring at Robin with shame permeating his eyes.
Phantom: I didn’t mean to, forgive me, FORGIVE ME!
He turns and marches through the curtains with his face lowered into his palms. Wright reaches ten, officially counting out Phantom then turning and motioning for the bell. A flustered Brooks sits up, glaring at the official in confusion, wondering what just happened. She turns onto her knees finally and then shrugs her shoulders, smiling upon realizing that she’s won this match without having to put in much effort.
Mark: Um, Robin victorious here tonight via count-out, Phantom just walked away without reason or explanation.
Moore: I’m so confused, even more confused than usual.
The crowd shares Susie’s confusion, wondering what they just witnessed, perplexed as to why Phantom was remorseful for inflicting damage on Robin Brooks. Phantom has disappeared through the curtains, leaving a somewhat uneasy smile on the face of the victorious Black Widow.
OFFER OF A LIFETIME
A sweaty Riggs makes his way through the backstage area, his eyes darting back and forth in a paranoid fashion. Somehow he seems capable of hanging amongst the shadows, the light only briefly flashing over his painted features. There seems to be no outward reaction or personality change in regards to the previous encounter. He brushes his fingers through his hair, wiping away some paint due to his sweating.
Silencer: Well, well, good work out there, surprising.
Boos echo all throughout the building at the sight of Silencer, Christian Savior and Pat Evans strolling into the camera’s frame, moving out from the shadows where they gathered conversing. Their discussion only concluded when they saw the passing Riggs. Upon being verbally interrupted Riggs scowls at the approaching trio.
Christian Savior: It’s nice to see someone who is willing to exploit a situation to their advantage.
A diabolical grin forms on Savior’s features as he, Silencer and Evans surround Riggs. His devious eyes transfer between all three faces in a highly untrusting manner.
Pat Evans: Someone who is willing to cheat to get the upper-hand. That’s an amiable quality.
Riggs tilts his head, giving the Submission Champion a sideways glare.
Silencer: It goes without saying that we saw your match with Creed, and we definitely liked what we saw.
Without caution Silencer places his forearm on Riggs’ shoulder, the painted apparition looking highly offended that physical contact has been made.
Christian: And Dan Douglas liked what he saw as well.
Silencer: Not to mention the fact that you got rid of AWOL for us, and I think it’s a safe assumption that none of us liked AWOL.
Savior and Evans nod in agreement.
Savior: You’ve been impressive lately Riggs, but if you ever want to be a real winner, you need to join the A Squad.
Upon making this statement he gestures between himself, the Submission Champion and the impending challenger for the World Heavyweight title.
Silencer: We’ve got our eyes on you Riggs, remember that.
His shoulder is slapped by the confident Silencer, who moves around him, Savior and Evans slowly following with conniving grins on their faces. A very confused Riggs turns his head to watch them walk away, his eyes narrowing on their backs. Clearly he is conflicted by what just transpired, seemingly having no idea what to think. After a second’s delay Riggs sighs with discontent, marching onward down the corridor.
Mark: The World title is on the line up next.
Susie: Orlando Cruze defends against Silencer, I’m so excited my armpits are stinking.
Comeau: I noticed, unfortunately.
COMMERCIAL BREAK
IWC….where overselling is fun
ORLANDO CRUZE VS. SILENCER
You can’t quit until you try
You can’t breathe until you choke
ALIVE!
You can’t live until you die
You can’t learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie
You gotta laugh when you’re the joke
There’s nothing like a funeral to make you feel
The lights suddenly go out, as 'Silence Me' appears on the video screen. Quickly, it depicts Silencer's career, disposing of those such as Orlando Cruze, Killjoy, as well as numerous shots of Kingdom getting hit by weapons. The stage starts to fill up with smoke.
The camera pans the arena, showing all of the fans. Numerous people have 'DIE SILENCER DIE' signs, or 'PITY THIS!' signs. Finally, the camera pans back to the stage.
Finally, Silencer steps out from the back, smiling slightly as he makes his way out from backstage. Sporting his wrestling gear, which is his black leather wrestling pants that say 'SILENCE ME' down the side, everything else is open to view. He's quick to walk down the ramp, but stops halfway down and turns around. He looks at the fans around them, holding their signs, and booing almost uncontrollably at this man. Instead of trying to argue with them, though, his smile broadens, as he holds out his arms, as if to make a cross with his body. Suddenly, the rampway lights up into huge flames, Silencer being caught in them. The camera switches to one standing on the apron, revealing the flames to make the shape of a rose.
The flames die down, and the lights return, but Silencer is nowhere on the ramp to be seen....
Silencer runs through the crowd, and takes a flying leap over the guard rail, and announce table, clearing even Dan Douglas and Billy Mayne. He continues his momentum, and slides into the ring, circling it a couple times quickly, before sitting back into his corner, with a sly look on his face.
Mark Comeau: Ladies and gentlemen, it is World title time. I must say that I am mildly excited that on my first night back as commentator here in the IWC I will be calling a title bout. Although to be honest, I don’t really care for either man in this match, it’s the principle of the thing that counts.
Moore: Boy, Silencer looks more confident than my date on prom night, all three of them.
Comeau: It’s clear that he’s going to have the backing of the Boss and his fellow conspirators out here tonight.
Silencer continues to sit in the corner, glaring towards the entry way where strobe lighting begins to commence and “You Know My Name” by Chris Cornell strikes the PA system to a deafening reaction. All those gathered in the stands rise joyously at the sight of the World Heavyweight Champion himself sauntering onto the stage. Determination and conviction are clear in his eyes and his features. He seems even more focused than at Paranoia V where he won the belt, aiming to break the curse this evening that has hung over his head for far too long. Cruze marches down the ramp and towards the squared circle taking a deep breath before jumping to the apron. The World title belt glistens around his waist and the Tag Title strap is over his shoulder as he stands tall on the apron, eyeing the sinister Silencer in the corner. He finally steps through the ropes and hands both his belts off to the referee.
Comeau: Double Champion Orlando Cruze is now in the ring aiming to end the jinx that has surrounded every one of his first title defenses.
Susie: He lost his belts faster than I lost my virginity.
Mark: That’s a bold statement. Cruze is gonna have to put a lot of work into this match if he intends on retaining.
The Icon beams a fierce glare right across the ring at the Challenger for his gold, Silencer standing on the opposite side of the ropes now. His intimidating eyes glare straight into the face of the Champion, a diabolical, sinister smile resonating on his face, realizing he may be moments from winning the World title.
Comeau: And this is the moment we’ve been waiting for here on Riot!, our main event for the World Heavyweight Championship.
Susie: I think Silencer was the person who ended Orlando’s last title reign, or maybe that was Andy Dick. I constantly get the two confused.
Mark: I think their the same person actually.
The crowd’s reaction suddenly turns to that of dread as through the curtains march Christian Savior and Pat Evans, both men moving towards the ring at a slow pace. They appear rather stoic, plotting perhaps when Orlando turns to spot them. The Champion steps towards the ropes, pointing over the cables right at the approaching duo before turning back towards Silencer, who connects with a superkick right under his jaw. The Icon falls to his back with the crowd watching on stunned by what just transpired. Silencer spins in a circle, looking truly proud of himself before falling into the lateral press almost arrogantly.
Mark: Orlando superkicked before the bell could even ring, Silencer capitalizing on the distraction by those Christian and Evans guys.
Moore: Could we see a new champion already? That be almost as surprising as my first period, I didn’t have one until I was twenty.
Silencer is still covering the laid out Cruze as official Ingelson finally turns around, spotting the cover. He falls to the canvas, making the count to screams from the terrified crowd.
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2
3!
On the verge of the final count Orlando shoots his shoulder from the ring, refusing to have his title reign ended so abruptly. Momentary rage overtakes Silencer, who rises to his feet and beams Ingelson a very animalistic glare. On the outside of the ring both Savior and Evans are shouting for the official to make his count faster next time.
Susie: He kicked out of the three count at two, or was it one, God I wish I learned how to count.
Mark: You’ll get the hang of it sooner or later sweetheart. What a shocking way to commence this title match, Orlando kicking out of the superkick rather surprisingly.
The kick to the jaw has left Orlando incredibly dazed, yet he still tries to get up by rolling to his side. Silencer scoots up behind Cruze and immediately locks in a sleeper hold, clamping his arms down tight around the Icon’s throat. The crowd is still on edge, concerned that the superkick may have weakened Orlando enough to pass out to this well established hold. Silencer has his forearm slipped right under his opponent’s throat, pulling back with all his upper body strength. Nevertheless, the defiant Champion sits up, causing Silencer to break his hold then drop a knee into the small of his back. He delivers another knee, and another right between the kidneys of Cruze before then clamping on a reverse chin lock. His knee is dug deeply into the Champion’s spine, wrenching back on his chin repeatedly.
Pain is already present on Orlando’s face after taking that superkick literally out of nowhere. Both Evans and Savior continue to watch on from ringside, enjoying what they’re seeing, discussing the brutality amongst themselves. Silencer licks his lips with a sick delight as he continues to pull back on the jaw, relishing in the Icon’s suffering. His eyes are already fluttering to try and stay conscious after that particularly nasty superkick delivered out of nowhere.
Comeau: Rear chinlock established, Silencer really controlling things early after that superkick.
Moore: That bad.
Mark: How elegantly put.
Orlando begins to push himself up despite his daze, inciting Silencer to change up his rear chin lock into a rear naked choke. His arms clamp around Orlando’s neck as the Icon forces his way upward. He reaches his feet when Silencer jumps into the air, wedging his knees into his back then pulling him down into the back stabber. Cruze bounces off of the knees and now rolls across the canvas while Silencer dashes into another lateral press.
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2
Again with defiance Cruze kicks out, powering his shoulders from the ring.
Susie: Silencer almost won AGAIN! Isn’t it a little early for all these nearfalls?
Comeau: This match starting out hot and heavy.
Moore: Just like those films I use to star in.
His back is killing him as the Icon rolls towards the ropes, he’s absolutely writhing in anguish. Once he reaches the ropes, Silencer steps onto his back, holding onto the top cable to stabilize himself. Ingelson steps in, starting a five count in order to disqualify the challenger, who steps down from his opponent’s back. Cruze continues to reach for his kidneys as he now rolls under the ropes and onto the apron. He’s right out in front of Evans and Savior, who look up in anticipation of seeing him crash to the floor so that they can pick his bones clean. Silencer storms towards Cruze, reaching over the ropes and wrapping his arm around his neck, setting up for a vertical suplex back into the ring. The much smaller Silencer grunts as he tries to lift his bigger opponent over the ropes. He just can’t get him over despite all of his attempts. Therefore Orlando surprisingly reverses the front chancery and lifts him into the air, dropping back with a vertical suplex. He suplexes Silencer from the ring and they both collapse on top of the waiting jackals outside of the ring.
Fans: IWC, IWC, IWC!
Silencer has crashed into the shoulders of both Champions outside of the ring, who certainly were not expecting it. They all three lay on the mats with Orlando having dropped to his back on the mats as well.
Susie: Silencer used like a projectile weapon, or a cannonball, or whatever metaphor works here. What does metaphor mean?
Comeau: No time to explain now because Cruze just countered in a big way, sending Silencer out on top of his cohorts.
Evans, Savior and Silencer are still stacked on top of one another, agonizing while Cruze drags himself up to his feet. Silencer’s hair is snatched hold of, a much more intense Cruze forcing him up to his feet then slugging him hard across the jaw. The blow staggers and stumbles an already disorientated Silencer, who is then given a swift European Uppercut to the jaw. Cruze is fuming, pumping with intensity as his opposition slams into the mats back first. Savior and Evans are still recuperating, grabbing the barricades to reach kneeling positions, unable to assist their partner.
Cruze now forces his adversary to his feet, rolling him under the ropes to the inside of the ring. He slips in himself and immediately crawls up behind the laid out challenger, sitting him up on the canvas and already looking for those MMA elbows. The crowd is screaming, realizing that now Silencer is on the verge of losing this title match in the early goings. Cruze lifts his elbow and rams it right into the side of his opponent’s face, repeatedly hitting them. Before he can inflict much damage Silencer braces his arm between his head and the inbound elbows, blocking anymore from connecting. He now slides free, dropping to his back and sliding in a circle, wedging his feet to the kneeling Icon’s sternum. Using his immense leg strength he pushes Orlando back with his feet, causing the Champion to roll over in reverse right onto his knees.
The quick Silencer rolls over back to a standing base, rushing forward for the shining wizard on his prone opponent. Orlando ducks the inbound leg of Silencer though, who lands behind him and now rushes backwards into the cables. He bounces off, coming back in at the standing Orlando, who catches him against his shoulders then drives him into the canvas with the spinebuster.
Comeau: Perfectly timed spinebuster delivered with gusto by the World Heavyweight Champion.
Susie: It looked painful.
Mark: So is your commentary sweety.
The spinebuster has knocked all the air from Silencer’s frame while Orlando gets to his feet, stepping back cursing the very air around him. He steps forward and grabs Silencer’s ankle, lifting up on it and sending him rolling over in reverse onto his feet. Immediately Cruze launches his arm across his sternum, looking to finish his opponent off for sure with the Rock Bottom. A knee is delivered from Silencer, landing flush against Orlando’s ribcage.
Moore: Oh, a knee from Silencer to the Champs ribs, are knees legal in wrestling matches?
Mark: Please address your questions to the man crazy enough to have put you out here in the first place, Dan Douglas.
Susie: Okay, how do I reach him?
Silencer delivers an elbow to the back of Cruze’s head now, causing him to completely break up his attempt at the Rock Bottom. The now intense Silencer moves in, landing a knee across the side of Cruze’s head, causing him to stand up and turn his back to the challenger. He now steps in, delivering a swift kick to the back of Orlando’s knees, cutting his legs out from beneath him. The Champion tumbles to the ring before Silencer, who turns his back on his opponent then flips over in reverse into a corkscrew senton. Orlando rolls out of the way, causing Silencer to crash back first against the ring, setting up with pain overtaking every inch of his back. The Icon rushes into the cables in front of him, bouncing off then diving forward into a European Uppercut that connects right against Silencer’s jaw.
Moore: Ouch, that looked like he gave Silencer’s jaw a boo-boo.
Comeau: Uh, indeed?
The Challenger is completely laid out while Orlando crawls quickly into the cover, hooking his opponent’s leg.
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Silencer launches his shoulders from the ring, turning away from the angered Icon. On the outside of the ring Evans and Savior have reached their feet, gripping at their shoulders and shooting primal, furious expressions towards the upright Orlando. Cruze moves towards his opponent who rolls away from him, Silencer getting to his feet when he’s blasted under the jaw with another European Uppercut. The strike sends him staggering backwards until he’s hit with a chop across the sternum that knocks him back first against one of the corners. His arms fall over the cables to hold himself up while Orlando backs into the diagonal corner, stomping his foot. The Icon bolts across the ring and delivers another vicious, violent European Uppercut to Silencer’s jaw in the corner.
Comeau: Orlando showing flashes of that strong European style in his arsenal. The only thing I learned from being in Europe was that nobody has a dental plan.
Susie: I fix my teeth with glue and tape.
Mark: Amazing.
The former Champion looks very befuddled as he hangs in the corner, Orlando taking him by the back of the head and rushing him across the ring. Silencer is charged face first right into the top turnbuckle pad of the diagonal corner. His skull crashes from the turnbuckle while he staggers backwards towards the center of the ring, Orlando pulling himself up onto the corner in front of him. The Icon stands on the second rope and now launches himself off, twisting around into yet another European Uppercut. The Euro Uppercut connects right across Silencer’s jaw, lifting him up off of his feet and sending him flying backwards across the ring.
The Challenger crashes into the canvas then rolls over backwards onto his elbows and knees, looking incredibly dazed by these repeated uppercuts. The intense Orlando stands up, briefly looking towards the outside of the ring at both of Silencer’s associates, mumbling some obscenities under his breath. Christian begs Cruze to come out and try to put his hands on him, just pleading for a fight while Orlando takes hold of Silencer’s hair. He forces his head up into a front chancery then drags him to his feet, delivering repeated knee lifts to his sternum. He now lifts him up into the air before rushing forward and dropping back with a running vertical suplex. Silencer is slammed violently into the ring before Orlando floats over into the cover.
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Silencer kicks out, refusing to be bested by the man he previously defeated for the prize they now fight for. Continuing the beat down Orlando rises to his feet and snatches hold of Silencer’s jaw, pulling him up quickly to a standing base. He locks in another front chancery and lifts Silencer up into the air for a second running vertical suplex when the former Champion is able to drop over the Icon’s shoulder, landing on his feet behind his back. His spine is pressed to Cruze’s, taking him around the jaw then pulling him down into the reverse neckbreaker. The crowd reacts with dismay over this timely, violent counter from the seated Silencer, who rubs at his jaw in slight pain over those European Uppercuts.
Comeau: A counter by Silencer, he’s getting himself back into this contest after a long, sustained beat down at the hands of the Champ.
Susie: Yay, or boo? Wait, am I the good or the bad commentator?
Comeau: Your not the bad one Susie, your awful.
Silencer gets to his feet and rushes at the cables off to the side of the laid out Orlando, jumping to the middle one and springing off. He turns in mid-air back to face his opponent, dropping a leg right across his throat. Orlando’s body kicks up into the air as a result while Silencer gets to his feet, again jumping over him and rushing into the opposite ropes this time. He springs to the middle cable then lionsaults over backwards straight across the ribs of the laid out Icon. Both of these moves inflict a substantial amount of damage while Evans and Savior shout some props towards Silencer from the outside of the ring. The former Champion isn’t done yet though as he steps towards the ropes, slipping through them onto he apron. He now jumps over the top rope back into the ring, landing on the inside of the middle rope and springing off in reverse. He twists around in mid-air, crashing down back first right across the Icon’s ribs with a senton splash.
Moore: Silencer is like a Mexican jumping thingamajigger.
Mark: Please Susie, the more you speak the more brain-cells that I lose.
Silencer again crawls into the cover, hooking the Icon’s leg and wedging his forearm against his throat.
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The Champion kicks out to a loud reaction from the crowd, Silencer rising to his knees and looking as if he’s growing quite bitter.
Comeau: Silencer may have the grace and agility of a ballerina, plus the body structure, but it’s not going to win him the World Heavyweight title.
Moore: I tried to be a ballerina once, but my ankles were too brittle.
Evans slaps the apron and shouts at Silencer to stay on his opponent, taking the Champion around the neck then rolling him to his knees. As soon as he’s pulled to a kneeling base Silencer places him in a front chancery, dropping back into a particularly nasty DDT. Cruze’s cranium is driven with force against the ring before he rolls onto his back. A much more vicious Silencer rises to his feet and steps over Orlando’s head, jumping into the air then stomping down right into the Icon’s face. Orlando swipes his palms over his forehead, sitting up on the canvas when the former Champion turns, jumping into the air and dropkicking him right to the back of the head.
The kick sends the Icon into convulsions, rolling across the ring to his knees. He tries to push himself up to his feet while Silencer steps to his side, lining up for something particularly brutal. With great speed he barrels towards Orlando and goes to deliver a punt like kick upward into his face only to have the Icon catch hold of his inbound legs. He lifts them into the air, sending Silencer tumbling over backwards to his spine. The Champion now tries to step through the raised legs of his opposition, attempting to lock in the sharpshooter.
Mark: Sharpshooter….
Moore: Where, where, someone protect my breasts!
Comeau: It’s the name of a wrestling move not a…forget it.
The Challenger twists and turns, trying to free himself from this attempted sharpshooter, Orlando fighting to get it established. Finally he changes his mind, lifting the legs under his armpits then dropping back, catapulting Silencer towards the corner. He soars through the air, landing on the turnbuckle feet first then springing off and twisting into a crossbody. Orlando stands and catches him right across his sternum though, throwing Silencer up into the air and onto his shoulders. To the shock of many Silencer ends up landing in a seated position right across the back of Orlando’s shoulders, dropping forward and pulling the Icon down into a victory roll. He ends up seated on the canvas pulling down on the back of Orlando’s knees, folding him up like an accordion into this pinfall attempt.
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To a loud reception Cruze kicks out, sending Silencer rolling over in reverse right onto his feet. He immediately rushes forward at the Champion who catches him with a tilt a whirl, placing him on his shoulder then rushing forward into a running powerslam. Silencer is driven forcefully into the canvas while Orlando kneels at his side, taking a breather after that fast paced action.
Comeau: Orlando using that strength advantage of his over Silencer.
Moore: He certainly does have a lot more rippling muscles than Silencer, that means he’s more talented then right?
Mark: Uh, maybe in other companies muscles warrant pushes, but not here.
The somewhat winded World Champion pulls Silencer up to his seat and now establishes the neck cravat submission hold. He twists at the Challenger’s neck repeatedly, almost popping his head right off of his shoulders. Sweat streaks down Silencer’s face and his back, melting away his paint while Evans and Savior slap the apron, shouting for their associate to get up. Silencer rises to one knee as Orlando bends down into the cravat, really wrenching at his neck with all of his arm and abdominal strength.
The Challenger finally stands all the way up when Orlando turns and ties to snapmare Silencer over. However, Silencer flips forward and lands right on his feet in front of Cruze, rushing into the cables in front of him and bouncing off. He comes back in at Orlando, jumping into the air for a hurricarana only to have Cruze catch him on top of his shoulders and drop into a sit-out powerbomb. Orlando leans forward into the back of Silencer’s knees for the pinfall.
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Again the Challenger forces his shoulder from the ring, preventing his pinfall.
In anger Orlando begins to rise to his feet, Silencer rolling away from him, getting to a kneeling base. As soon as he starts to stand up Cruze steps in and takes him around the neck, again establishing the cravat. He twists at the cranium of his Challenger repeatedly and viciously, their skin transforming to identical shads of red.
Evans: COME ON GOD DAMMIT!
Pat kicks the steps and shouts at his Paradoxical Paradigm partner to get up, which he is slowly, agonizingly doing. He reaches his feet with Cruze continuing to rip and tear violently at his neck. Suddenly Silencer twists his body free from the submission though, placing his back to Cruze’s and trying to pull him down into a back slide pin. Orlando buries his feet to the ring, refusing to be brought down, now attempting to reverse into a back slide of his own. At the last second Silencer pushes himself up with his legs, flipping in reverse over top of the Icon’s back and landing on his feet right in front of him. He jumps into the air and lands on Orlando’s shoulders, pulling him around and snapping over into the hurricarana. The Icon flips forward, crashing into the canvas right across his spine, causing him to agonize as he slowly begins to stand up.
Mark: Hurricarana, or is it a leg scissors, oh whatever it was it just sent Orlando down to the ring.
Susie: I thought I was suppose to be the one who didn’t know what to call the moves.
Orlando rolls across the canvas onto his feet when Silencer comes barreling towards him. The Champion quickly spins around into a lariat that Silencer ducks, rushing into the ropes behind him and jumping to the middle cable. He springs off then twists in mid-air, catching Orlando around the neck and pulling him down into a vicious tornado DDT. Orlando’s head slams against the canvas after another springboard move from Silencer, which is where his speed has met its only success in this contest thus far.
The Icon appears very dazed, his eyes fluttering as he tries to remain conscious, battling the anguish he’s thus far sustained. Silencer rises and stomps repeatedly at Orlando’s sternum, trying to inflict as much punishment as possible. Nevertheless, despite these repeated stomps Cruze begins to roll away from him, trying to stand up. However, Silencer steps in, blasting him to the jaw with a forearm strike, followed by another shot, then a straight closed fist right between the eyes. Orlando stands up, reeling in reverse towards one of the corners which he falls against spine first. He stands upright against the corner when Silencer comes barreling towards him, jumping into the air and connecting with a spinning heel kick. Both of his legs nail the Champion’s sternum and face while Silencer flips backwards over the top rope, landing on the apron.
Cruze comes staggering out of the corner, holding his sternum before turning towards the Challenger, who springs to the top rope and comes flying off with a lariat. The clothesline connects straight across Cruze’s throat, sending him crashing to the canvas with Silencer landing on his knees at his side. He then crawls into a quick lateral press, hoping it will be enough to become World Champion for a second time.
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Somehow Orlando is able to kick out, getting his shoulder from the ring after suffering yet another springboard assisted move by the diabolical Silencer.
Susie: That was a close one.
Mark: Silencer almost seconds away from becoming World Heavyweight Champion, although I doubt the belt could actually even fit around his waist, his ankles maybe, but not his waist.
Moore: That always happens to my underwear, oh wait, I don’t wear any.
Comeau: And you wonder why I wear mirrors on my shoes?
Silencer gives referee Ingelson a truly distraught glare, thinking that he had the win for sure. Sweat leaks down the former Champion’s frame as he gets to his feet and motions repeatedly for Orlando to get up, insisting that he stand. The drained Orlando slowly begins to get up when he’s caught with a kick right to the sternum from Silencer. The shot causes Cruze to stand up straight before Silencer jumps onto the middle rope in front of him, springing off and twisting in mid-air, connecting with a buzzsaw kick right to the Champion’s face. Orlando is taken off of his feet and sent tumbling to the canvas while Silencer again crawls into the pinfall.
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The Manhattan Center erupts as Orlando avoids defeat by getting his shoulder up. Referee Ingelson fearfully informs Silencer that he’s yet to win, the former Champion’s eyes burning with rage and animosity.
Mark: Again Silencer seemed to be seconds away from another title reign.
Susie: It’s like Cruze can’t defend himself against those springboard moves.
Orlando is still laid out on the canvas, reeling from the repeated blows he’s taken in this very intense World title match. Somehow he begins to force himself upwards, trying his best to stand while Silencer blasts him across the back with a forearm followed by another blatant closed fist right to the jaw. The Icon is incredibly dazed while kneeling on the canvas, his eyes flickering in an attempt to resist passing out. Silencer now steps back and moves in for a superkick only to have his foot caught by the quick, ever thinking Champion. He pushes the foot down while standing, sending Silencer around into a full circle before he jumps into the air, trying to connect with a spinning leg whip right to Orlando’s skull. Cruze ducks the inbound foot, causing Silencer to land right in front of him and get caught across the sternum. Before Silencer can even contemplate countering he’s hoisted into the air and driven into the canvas with the Rock Bottom.
Comeau: A rock bottom from Orlando taking out his Challenger!
Susie: Will it be enough to retain? I sure hope so, I have to pee.
An exhausted Orlando slowly crawls into the cover on Silencer, hooking his leg and wedging his back against his opponent’s sternum. Sweat drips from both men’s anguished bodies as Ingelson drops to make the count.
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Comeau: Cruze looks like he’s retained!
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The entire arena is in a state of perpetual shock as Silencer lobs his shoulder from the ring right before the third count could be made. Orlando sits up, breathing heavily and looking absolutely stunned by this revelation, thinking he had the belt secured. His palms are lifted up in front of his sweat soaked features, glaring into them as if absolutely lost. In pain he turns to face the laid out Silencer, scooting up behind him and taking hold of his hair, sitting him up on the canvas. He now begins to lock in the abdominal stretch, setting up for the MMA elbows to a loud reaction from the sold out crowd.
Mark: Orlando setting for the elbows.
Moore: I hope they don’t do too much damage to Silencer’s porcelain like face.
As Orlando lifts his elbow into the air Pat Evans jumps onto the apron, shouting at the official. He leans over the ropes, getting his attention as the referee storms towards him, Ingelson demanding that he get the hell away from the ring. The Submission Champion shakes his head and slips through the ropes anyway, going right after Orlando who breaks up his attempt at the MMA elbows in time to stand up, catching the inbound Evans against his shoulder. Pat is lifted into the air and driven hard spine first into the canvas with the spinebuster.
Moore: Hehehe, he ran right into Cruze.
Comeau: Evans trying to interfere but he was taken out with the spinebuster!
Referee Ingelson rolls Evans out of the ring while Orlando gets back to his feet, turning to face his Challenger. As soon as he turns around Christian comes barreling across the ring, connecting with the Blaze of Glory spear. His shoulder rams right into Cruze’s ribs, taking the Champion down forcefully to the canvas.
Mark: Ohhh, Pat was just the distraction, he set up Orlando to take the spear from Savior. I have to say that is quite brilliant.
Susie: Uh oh, I hope our handsome Champion isn’t about to lose.
Orlando curls into a ball around his ribs when Savior stands up, grabbing hold of Silencer’s wrist then dragging him over on top of Cruze. He quickly drops to the canvas, rolling under the ropes to the outside of the ring with a diabolical smile on his face. Ingelson finally turns around and spots the cover, looking confused before he drops down and makes the count to loud screams from the fans.
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Comeau: NEW CHAMPION!
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To the sheer disbelief of all those gathered inside and outside of the ring, Orlando kicks out on the verge of the three count.
Mark: Unbelievable!
Moore: Silencer so close to becoming Champion.
Silencer rolls off of Cruze and onto his side, his body aching from head to toe. With his body ravaged by exhaustion Silencer forces himself deliberately to his feet and steps towards the winded, battered Cruze. He takes him around the neck, rolling him to his knees then forcing him up to his feet. He places him in position for the Break the Silence, hooking his arm around the Champion’s neck and preparing to flip over backwards in order to connect with the move. Before he can connect Orlando reaches out with his leg, wrapping it around the back of Silencer’s and now reversing into a downward spiral. He drags his opponent’s face right down into the canvas emphatically.
The painted features of the former Champion slam violently against the canvas before he rolls onto his back. The painted apparition rolls towards the ropes which Christian Savior is standing on the outside of, holding the World title belt. He had it ready to celebrate with Silencer, but despite his victory he still hands it under the cables to his battered associate. The Challenger pulls the belt in close to his sternum, tightly coveting it as Orlando slowly begins to stand up, gripping his mid-section in a great deal of pain. His eyes now transfer to Savior who runs around to the opposite side of the ring, jumping onto the apron and pretending that he’s going to enter the ring. Official Ingelson bolts towards him, cutting Savior off while Orlando grabs Silencer by the shoulder, beginning to pull him to his feet. To the shock of the packed arena Silencer clocks Cruze right between the eyes with the World title belt. Cruze is knocked to the canvas while Silencer drops the gold, crawling in a incoherent into the cover.
Mark: Wait, Silencer just hit Cruze with the belt. I smell cheap finish, and can hear the sound of the crashing ratings.
Susie: I really hope this match is over, I need to go pee.
The crowd is screaming as Savior drops down off of the apron and the official turns to spot the pinfall, dropping to make the count. All those amassed in the Manhattan Center watch on in terror as the referee continues to make the count.
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Astonishment sweeps through the sea of humanity, everyone absolutely stunned at the sight of Silencer winning the World Heavyweight title.
Comeau: I’m somewhat stunned here, as is everyone in the Manhattan Center, we have a new World Champion ladies and gentlemen, Orlando’s curse has continued, albeit under somewhat jaded means.
Susie: New Champ, new Champ, did I say that excitedly enough?
The crowd is still floored, almost in a state of perpetual disbelief at the sight of Silencer sitting up, wearing a very excited expression on his face. He chuckles diabolically while Savior slides into the ring, immediately grabbing Silencer’s arm and lifting it into the air, pointing in his direction. At the same time Pat Evans rolls into the squared circle, holding his spine as he drops to his knees beside his partner, lifting his other arm up in victory. Orlando lays on the canvas motionless, unable to come through after what just transpired, being clocked between the eyes with the World title. Ingelson watches this celebration, but his confused eyes keep returning to the World title belt laying in the ring, bewildered over how it got there.
Susie: This is so neat, a new champion crowned on the night that we took over as new commentators. It’s like serendupious.
Comeau: Riiiight. Dan Douglas’ well laid plans seem to have worked out, Silencer is our new World Champion, for the second straight time he’s ended Orlando’s reign upon the first defense.
Pat grabs the World title and hands it to a laughing Silencer, who takes the belt then lifts it above his head. The trio of celebrating competitors turn, spitting down at the laid out Cruze, taking great pleasure in the screw job they’ve pulled off tonight. Plastic cups and toilet paper rolls are being thrown into the ring, one smashing against the side of Savior’s jaw. Absolutely everyone is flabbergasted by what they just witnessed, nay disgusted by this travesty.
The three conspirators slip through the ropes onto the apron, still celebrating while dropping to the outside mats. Evans and Savior, the Submission and N.H.B Champions, now take the new World title holder under his legs, lifting him up into the air and sitting him on their shoulders. He raises the gold up high, laughing to himself, quite proud of the screw job that has been pulled off here tonight. Trash is still being hurled at them while Orlando pushes himself up to his elbows and knees, drenched with sweat, glaring at the crouched over Ingelson, who is explaining that he lost the title. Orlando buries his face in his palms unable to accept it and hearing the malicious laughter of Silencer who continues to be held up high by his associates.
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The crowd’s reaction drastically changes as Johnny Kingdom unexpectedly strolls through the curtains and onto the stage with a microphone in hand.
Mark: Lookie here, my old friend Johnny Kingdom is in the building!
Moore: Was he suppose to be here tonight, I thought Douglas said he was suspended and barred from the building. How come no one ever listens when the owner’s make that demand?
The crowd’s reaction has been drastically altered at the sight of the Team Leader lurking on the stage, looking truly smug. Neither Silencer, Savior or Evans are whatsoever pleased by the sight of him, their faces twisting with disgust.
Kingdom: Whoa, whoa, far be it for me to put the kibosh on this little “celebration”….
The insufferable quotation fingers are employed by the Team Leader as he speaks in a sarcastic tone.
Johnny: But suspended, or not suspended, I can’t let yet another title match be corrupted. Therefore, I slipped a twenty to one of the underpaid staff members in the truck and I got a special video about to play for your eyes only Ingelson…
Referee Ingelson stands up straight over the confused Cruze, pointing to himself awkwardly.
Kingdom: Yes, you, I don’t think there are any other pasty European officials with bleached hair running around here, and God help us if there is. Now I know MLB is thinking of incorporating a limited instant replay rule, so naturally wrestling should follow suit since we pretty much rip off every other sports’ rules. Before you let this travesty continue Ingelson, have a look at this.
Kingdom opens his palm and raises it towards the titontron just above his head. The big screen suddenly switches on, revealing the closing moments of this World title match. Images of Orlando being struck between the eyes with the World title belt are relived, Ingelson watching closely and shaking his head in the process. Finally the clip ends with Silencer’s undeserving victory and the camera cuts over the twisted faces of Silencer, Evans and Savior, all three men almost frothing at the mouths. The ever so arrogant Kingdom watches on from the entry way with confusion in his eyes.
Kingdom: Now correct me if I’m wrong, but isn’t hitting someone in the head with a World title grounds for an immediate disqualification? Aren’t you the referee with a conscious Ingelson, the guy who doesn’t stand for these bullshit decisions?
A conniving grin has settled on Johnny’s face while Silencer mumbles obscenities beneath his breath. Orlando gazes up at Ingelson, as does the entire roster and the conspirators at ringside. Alex contemplates his decision before turning and motioning towards a smiling Kaily. She steps towards him as Ingelson sticks his head through the ropes, whispering into her ear. She steps back looking excited.
Kaily: Ladies and gentlemen, referee Ingelson has decided that this World title match will be restarted!
Silencer’s eyes fill with rage as he is lowered down from the shoulders of both Evans and Savior. All three men turn towards the ring, beginning to move towards it while Silencer thrusts the World title over his shoulder.
Susie: He’s restarting the match!?!
Comeau: Ingelson proving that not all referees are idiots by restarting this World title match just like he did at Paranoia V. But it doesn’t look like Evans, Savior and Silencer are going to let this happen.
He jumps onto the apron, glaring right at the referee and arguing with him as Ingelson reaches over the cables, physically taking the belt from him.
Kingdom: Oh, Savior and Evans….
Pat and Christian stop right as they were climbing up onto the apron, looking over their shoulders at the Team Leader.
Kingdom: We’ve got some unfinished business to attend to.
The mic slips from Kingdom’s hand as he storms towards the ring, Savior and Pat briefly glance at one another then rush up the ramp. All those in the Manhattan Center are going apeshit as Johnny comes to blows with both champion’s, Silencer biting his lower lip and turning towards the struggling Cruze. The bell rings in the background as Silencer jumps to the top rope, springing off for another springboard maneuver. He flies gracefully through the air when Orlando drops down out of the way into a roll. Silencer lands on his feet in the center of the ring, momentarily stunned that his springboard move was avoided. He turns around to face the seated Cruze and rushes right a him only to be caught with an out of the blue small package into the pin.
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The roof almost comes off of the Manhattan Center, absolutely everyone going nuts as Cruze just pinned Silencer with a crafty small package.
Comeau: Cruze has done it! He just caught Silencer with a small package out of nowhere!
Moore: He retained his belt past his first defense, I’m so happy for him, yay.
The crowd is still going nuts as Silencer sits up on the canvas, his mouth draped open in astonishment. He is unable to grasp the idea that he has had the World title belt slip through his fingers yet again thanks to the intervention of Johnny Kingdom. Cruze rises to his feet with his fists raised high into the air, sweat rolling down his features as Ingelson now bestows the belt onto him. Orlando wraps his arms around the gold, bending forward over it while Silencer gets to his feet in the corner, his hands on top of his head and his chest heaving. Outside of the ring Johnny Kingdom is turning back and forth between Evans and Savior, clocking them both across their jaws, driven by pure rage. Somehow he’s actually battling the duo backwards towards the ring.
Mark: A shocking title victory for Orlando here tonight after the original decision was again reversed by Ingelson, but the insanity doesn’t look as if it’s ended here yet.
Susie: I like insanity, it’s fun, just like when I eat loads of sugar.
Kingdom turns towards Savior, catching him under the jaw with a forearm then being kneed to the ribs by the Submission Champion. The blow doubles Johnny over forward as Savior now steps in, blasting him across the jaw. The Team Leader turns away from both men who simultaneously swing for his skull in a state of rage. Somehow Johnny is able to block their incoming blows and rush towards the ring, sliding in under the cables. He jumps to his feet while backing towards the World Champion who suddenly steps between Kingdom and the cables which Savior and Evans are on the opposite side of. He grips the belt and bends his knees, ready to swing his gold at anyone who should dare try to enter. They hesitate to get inside even as Kingdom implores them to enter. Silencer has rolled to the outside of the squared circle, stepping towards his associates, absolutely losing it over what just transpired. He seems to be on the verge of ripping his hair from his skull as he stands amongst his brethren.
Comeau: In all my years in this business, I can honestly say I never would have expected to see Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom standing side by side in the ring. These two absolutely hate one another with a burning passion that goes back years.
Moore: I have a burning passion, but it’s usually between my legs.
Mark: Hahahahaha, gross.
The Team Leader and the Icon continue to urge the trip to re-enter the ring yet they refuse, even if they do have the superior numbers game. Instead they begin to back up the ramp at the behest of Savior, who is shaking his head towards the duo in the ring.
Savior: We don’t give you what you want!
Evans: You want us in the ring you’ll have to wait till we’re ready!
Silencer doesn’t speak, his head just continues to tremble, moments away from possibly exploding. Kingdom and Cruze remain side by side in the ring until Johnny’s eyes turn diabolically towards the World Champion. Orlando transfers his gaze towards the Team Leader, both men giving each other a rather intimidating stare. Cruze notices however that Johnny’s eyes are slowly adjusting to behold the World title belt that hangs from his grasp.
Bravo, bravo….
The titantron comes back to life and reveals Dan Douglas seated behind his desk with his feet placed on top of it. He leans back casually in his leather seat with two private security agents adorned in riot gear occupying both of his sides. Seated on one edge of his desk is Sallie, bouncing the adorable little Becca Cruze on her knee. Douglas’ slow claps are anything but reassuring to the two men tensely standing on guard in the ring.
Comeau: Douglas living it up in his office, although if I were him I’d be rather flabbergasted over the way his well laid plans fell apart this evening.
Susie: He’s good at hiding his anger, just as good as I am about hiding my real age.
Kingdom and Orlando eye the big screen with raised brows, ready for anything.
Dan: It’s so noble of you Kingdom to show up where your not invited nor wanted. And Orlando, I must commend you on your ability to repeatedly persevere against even the greatest of odds. It’s commendable that the two of you have bonded so well over the premise of making my life here a living hell.
A slight grin grows on Cruze’s face as he thrusts the World Championship over his shoulder.
Douglas: But I’m afraid I must burst your bubbles, because that’s not going to happen. It’s time for me to be the one who ruins your lives. And it all starts right here, right now, because you may have retained your World title belt Cruze…
Orlando lifts the gold high above his head, Kingdom giving it a sideways glance.
Dan: But you will lose your gold, one piece at a time, starting with the Tag Team Championships. At Awaken, your slated to defend your tag strap against Silencer and Pat Evans, but I seem to remember that you don’t have a partner for that match do you?
As this continues Cruze clearly doesn’t like where it is going. Silencer finally begins to smile, liking the sounds of Douglas’ impending announcement.
Douglas: Instead of letting you pick Nathan Creed, seeing as that’s the only guy left on the roster who can actually stand you, I’m going to announce your partner for that match, and do so right now. Therefore, ladies and gentlemen, the co-holder of the Tag Team titles will be your favorite person in the whole wide world Cruze….. JOHNNY KINGDOM!
Those gathered in the Manhattan Center react with bewilderment and disillusion over this announcement, wondering how Orlando and Kingdom could possibly co-exist after building their careers on tearing one another down. The two men suspiciously eye each other, realizing now that the worse case scenario has come true, that they must depend on each other.
Comeau: Kingdom and Cruze the Tag Team Champions? Tell me this is a joke, there’s no way those two guys can possibly co-exist.
Savior, Evans and Silencer are getting a hearty chuckle out of this announcement, realizing that the Tag Team titles are now within their grasp given Kingdom and Cruze’s dubious history in regards to one another.
Douglas: Therefore at Awaken, it’s going to be for the first time ever, Johnny Kingdom and Orlando Cruze teaming together to take on Pat Evans and Silencer for the IWC Tag Team Titles.
The crowd can’t refrain from going nuts over that announcement while the camera slowly zooms in on the smile stretched across Douglas’ face.
Dan: Let’s see how long it takes the two of your egos to rip each other apart, God I love being the Boss.
He spins in his chair so that the back of it is facing the camera. Johnny and Orlando are both left standing in the ring now, giving each other a long, awkward, tense stare. Outside the ring, a diabolical light shines in the eyes of Silencer, Savior and Evans.
Mark: Johnny Kingdom and Orlando Cruze are the IWC Tag Team Champions, but will they co-exist or rip one another apart before they even make it to Awaken?
Susie: I think the odds are in Pat’s and Silencer’s court.
Comeau: You mean the ball is in their…..never-mind, we’ll see you next week on Riot!
The camera zooms in on the plotting faces of the conspirators at ringside before transferring to the confused eyes of the Icon, then to the questioning expression of one Johnny Kingdom.
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