THE CHANGE IS COMING

To a resoundingly negative response IWC President Dan Douglas comes into view, the camera focused on his frustrated features. He currently resides in his office, planted right behind his desk with interlocked fingers. Douglas seems strangely devoid of much emotion as he begins to speak in a gruff tone.

Dan Douglas: Are you people through celebrating yet?

The fans packed inside of the Manhattan Center begin to settle down after hearing this perplexing question.

Dan: I imagine your still riding high on the emotional gravy train after the biggest upset in IWC history, where Orlando Cruze and Johnny Kingdom miraculously emerged from Awaken as the Tag Team Champions.

The very thought deeply wounds Douglas, taking a somber breath before progressing. His words cut through the major applause from the fans, who are overjoyed when reminded about Kingdom’s and Cruze’s victory.

Douglas: But its okay, because you people have been brainwashed into believing that Kingdom and Cruze are the heroes, you don’t see them for what they really are. Two guys who’s only motivation in life is to drain this company of everything that it’s worth and NEVER give back to it. But that will all CHANGE tonight.

Remaining emotionally detached Douglas proceeds with his cautionary rant, the fans finding themselves a bit more intrigued.

Dan: The quote un quote “Legends” may have stayed off change at Awaken, but there’s going to be no stopping it here tonight. I am vowing, no, no, PROMISING, that on this edition of Riot! a new champion shall be crowned.

Boos erupt from the crowd, no one taking kindly to this ominous declaration. Douglas becomes a little more comfortably, leaning back and placing his hands behind his head, assured that he has everyone’s attention.

Douglas: So sit back, enjoy the ride, because CHANGE is inevitable.

The camera zooms in on his plotting, mischievous eyes, which more than relay the threat that now looms over every Champion’s head going into tonight’s telecast.

OPENING VIDEO PACKAGE

The fans are shown throwing their hands into the air in slow motion, caught in different colors, with the feed freezing every so often on a crazed spectator’s features, exhilarated by what they are witnessing. It then cuts to aerial scenes of the city streets below with cars buzzing by an arena in fast motion.

If you feel so empty
So used up so let down
If you feel so angry
So ripped off so stepped on
You're not the only one
Refusing to back down
You're not the only one
So get up

The fans are again shown going even more crazy with their fists held up high, the camera freezing on a clinched set of digits, as it turns from normal color to a black and white hue. It then switches to Faust hanging upside down from one of the corners, his fangs flashing through his smiling lips. That’s before it cuts to a huge crowd of people, clamoring to enter the Manhattan Center.

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 Johnny Kingdom and Orlando Cruze glaring at each other awkwardly before shifting to Aurora Rose running down the ramp, with a big smile. 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 delivering the Break the Silence on a hapless victim. Thankfully the images transfer to Too Magnificent bashing someone over the head with a trash can before cutting to Nathan Creed maliciously glaring about his surroundings. Another image features Orlando Cruze standing on the stage and raising his arm above his head, as pyros explode on all sides of him. This image is short lived as people are featured being detained, cuffs slapped around their wrists while being forced into the backs of large police vans. Axl Evermore takes up the screen resting on his knees with the Cartel title hanging from his grasp and drenched in sweat.

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

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

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

Robin Brooks takes up the screen diving off the top rope with a moonsault and coming crashing down stomach first towards the camera that was aimed upwards to catch a glimpse of her in all of her acrobatic splendor. The package then showcases Jackson Adams smiling pompously into the camera before shifting to a bloodied grinning face of Psycho, his dementia clear within his wide deranged eyes. Riggs is shown springing to the top rope and then flying through the air over the barricade. Police are shown beating some looter with their knight sticks until Dan Douglas’ chuckling face overtakes the screen. Pat Evans is then the focus of attention, ripping at a victim’s ankle with a tough, yet textbook submission. That’s before images are shown of Jon Rich delivering a missile dropkick as well as Orlando giving the Rock Bottom on Desolation. It then switches abruptly to Axl Evermore standing face to face with the Ladder which holds the Cartel title. 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

Orlando is shown standing amongst family and friends, being showered by confetti while the World Title belt is raised 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. Riggs is shown seated in the corner of the ring before cutting to Pat Evans holding onto the fujiwara. The video switches to Christian Savior standing in a hallway with light hitting him from behind, almost enveloping him as a result.

RIOT!

Fireworks once again erupt from the turnbuckles and stage as we are brought to the interior of the Manhattan Center for yet another edition of Riot! The crowd is in a ruckus yet somewhat reserved over the warning that was made by Dan Douglas just a few moments ago.

Mark Comeau: The time has come for another huge RIOT!

The camera continues to pan over the screaming spectators.

ORLANDO CRUZE VS. FAUST

“You Know My Name” hits the loud speakers, resulting in an even louder reception from the crowd. Through the curtains storms the World Heavyweight Champion and co holder of the Tag Team Titles himself, the incomparable Icon, Orlando Cruze. All those jammed into the Manhattan Center are on their feet at the sight of him, especially as he opens tonight’s show dressed and ready to compete.

Mark: No hesitating to jump right into the action tonight, Orlando Cruze coming out here ready to compete against Faust.

Susie Moore: But he didn’t even give me a chance to introduce myself. I even had a creative, smarmy way to do it.

Comeau: No you didn’t.

Moore: Yeah.

Mark: Exactly. We’re kicking things off with just one of several huge matches tonight. On top of Orlando versus Faust, both the Submission and X-Class titles will be on the line, and Johnny Kingdom will collide with the Conspiracy’s Christian Savior. This is shaping up to be an epic evening.

Those in attendance are still showering Cruze with praise as he starts up the steps and onto the apron, his shoulders weighed down with gold. Three beautiful voices are heard chanting over the speakers while mist flows all over the arena.

'Imoniti Nosferatu'

From the mist emerges 'The Brides', Saan, Marisha, and Delaina. They are almost dancing in the mist while they chant over and over.

Suddenly, the opening notes of 'Bloody Tears' rips through the audience sending shivers down their spines as Electric guitar rock mixes with organ. As the notes blast, a coffin is raised from the middle of the ramp which also spills red mist (mixing with the gray mist and overtaking it) all over the ramp and around the ring. The crowds cries grow even louder as the brides open the coffin to reveal the Heir of the pure 'Vampire Bloodline'... The Vampire Lord... Faust.

He wears battle attire emblemed with the clan of his ancestors as well as a cape typical of his bloodline. He walks out of the coffin, which lowers behind him. He stands there, his cape wrapped around him by his hands while the brides lean and caress him. When the coffin is fully lowered, he extends his arms, releasing his cape behind him. Faust and his brides slowly journey towards the ring until they step onto the apron. He turns to face the audience. The brides all take positions around him. As the audience cheers they open their mouths, exposing their fangs. Faust then steps to the nearest turnbuckle, removing his cape and placing it on there.

Comeau: Faust and his brides are ready for in ring action….I guess Faust practices a bigamist life style.

Susie: Oh boo, I hate racists.

Mark: Bigamist lifestyle Susie, BIGAMIST life style. This will be the second encounter between Orlando Cruze and Faust here in the IWC, and let’s hope tonight goes better than their last encounter.

The brides slowly stroll up the ramp in reverse strangely at the behest of the Vampire Lord. He steps backwards out of the corner and turns his intense eyes towards the World Heavyweight Champion, who is getting limber in his corner by swinging both of his arms. Finally the bell chimes as both men stroll out of their respective corners, beginning to circle one another.

Comeau: And here we go, the brides have been sent to the back, leaving this completely one on one the way it should be.

Susie: Thank God, there’s only room for one pretty women around ringside, and that’s me.

To some cheers Faust immediately extends his hand outward, twisting his head and blinking his eyes awkwardly. Although Orlando is questioning the Vampire Lord’s motives he smirks slightly and reciprocates the handshake, causing Faust to grin all the wider.

Mark: A handshake between both men, that’s surprising.

Susie: Yeah, why?

Comeau: We don’t see such signs of respect very often, and Faust seems to have gotten some type of kick out of it.

Cruze licks his thumbs while stepping towards Faust, who sighs before both men tie up with a collar elbow. They both jockey for positioning before Orlando uses all of his brute strength to shove his opposition down to the canvas. Faust hits the ring hard then rolls in reverse onto his knees before scampering before, wrapping his arms around the thick leg of the World Champion. He tries to take the legs out from under the Icon, who suddenly blasts Faust over the upper back with a forearm shot. The blow weakens Faust but not enough to make him let go. Cruze hits him viciously with another clubbing blow.

Faust finally lets go of the World Champion who quickly applies a side headlock submission. With all his power he squeezes the cranium of the Vampire Lord who backs towards one of the corners, pushing them both spine first against it. Since they are in the ropes official Stuart Wright starts a five count, forcing Cruze to break the hold.

Mark: Nice strategy employed here by Faust, backing Cruze into the ropes in order to force him to break that side headlock.

Susie: I like strategy, although it’s always been too complex of a game for me.

Comeau: Strategy, not Stratego! How many times are we going to do this joke already?

Orlando slowly lifts his arms into the air, breaking the hold when Faust stands up in front of him, delivering a vicious knife edge chop right across his sternum. The strike almost caves in Cruze’s sternum, creating great grief for the Champion before he steps forward hitting his own chop. Such a stiff blow echoes throughout the arena, sending Faust reeling in reverse. Now he responds with a second knife edge strike that proves even deadlier than the last one. A red streak is left across the World Champion’s sternum, yet he doesn’t let it keep him from charging forward for another chop. Faust ducks this strike as Cruze spins around to face his spine, his quick opponent lunging into the air with a spinning kick that lands right across the Icon’s sternum. Faust lands on his feet while Orlando crashes to the canvas, rolling in reverse to a kneeling base. As soon as he gets his knees beneath him his eyes interlock with the hypnotic gaze of his adversary, who grins enough to bring his fangs into view.

Comeau: Great athleticism by Faust, hitting that kick after a damaging series of chops between the World Champion and a possible challenger for that title.

Susie: Faust as World Champion? He scares me enough already. I have dreams about him Mark, and not the sexual Paul Rubens type dreams I usually have.

Mark: Far too much information and disgusting.

The crowd continues to give Faust a mixed reaction while Orlando stands up, smiling slightly as he steps forward into another collar elbow tie. Yet again both men are jockeying for the advantage when Orlando suddenly drags his opponent down into a side headlock, really wrenching in the hold. He now performs a standing switch, grabbing Faust by the arm and twisting it at an awkward angle with the hammerlock. The Vampire Lord refuses to stay trapped in this position for long, twisting his body and trying to counter. Cruze breaks the hammerlock though, then takes his opponent around the neck, re-establishing the side headlock.

Faust tries to back towards the ropes to break it the same way he did last time when Orlando drops to a knee.

Orlando: Oh NO, NO, NO!

A smile comes to the World Champion’s face as he blocks Faust’s attempt at reaching the cables, holding him down in the side headlock.

Comeau: Faust unable to counter the side-headlock twice the same way.

Susie: Fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice shame on….oh…ummm…

Mark: You’ve almost got it.

Moore: …Barbra Streisand?

Comeau: You have effectively crippled all faith I have in humanity.

Orlando’s block to his counter seemed to be in Faust’s plans, as he immediately swings his leg over top of the kneeling Cruze’s head, spinning his body free from the submission and at the same time putting the Icon in the arm ringer. He jumps around Orlando’s shoulder’s, wrapping his legs around his far arm now then dropping him to the canvas into a crucifix pin.

Cruze kicks out, dropping to his knees stunned by his opponent’s counter. He dives forward at the rising Faust and catches him around the neck, once again applying the side-headlock. Faust tries to counter the same way he did a second ago but Orlando stands up to make sure he can’t.

Moore: This is like chess, I love jumping over other pieces and making people King Me.

Comeau: That’s checkers, not chess.

Susie: Is there a difference?

Mark: You really are retarded aren’t you?

Faust now jumps into the air, twisting his body upside down and freeing his head. At the same time he wraps his arms around Orlando’s waist, dragging him down into a sunset flip variation.

The Icon rolls backwards out of the pin and onto his feet while Faust kips up in front of him. As soon as Faust lands on his feet he’s almost leveled with a searing knife edge chop from Cruze. Although stagger he retaliates with an equally as vicious chop to the un-anticipating Icon. The chop has Orlando momentarily weakened until he moves forward and almost beheads Faust with a European Uppercut. The Vampire Lord is sent crashing to his back, Orlando stooping over him when he raises his legs into the air, wedging them to the Champion’s sternum. He kicks him with all the might his legs can muster, knocking Orlando to the canvas.

Faust rolls in reverse to his feet then charges backwards into the ropes. He bounces off, coming back in at Cruze who rolls towards him, trying to sweep his legs out from under him. To the fan’s amazement Faust cartwheels over top of him and lands gracefully on his feet, charging back in at the rising Orlando who catches him with a deep arm drag.

Comeau: Fast paced action between Faust and Cruze!

Susie: It’s faster than Speedy Gonzalez on coke! Oh, that’s sad.

Mark: Just like your parents.

With no delay Faust is right back on his feet, charging at Orlando who from his kneeling base sweeps his opponent’s legs out from under him. Faust falls to his back while Cruze drops down into a lateral press.

Faust bridges his body up from the canvas, breaking up the pinfall. He remains in this bridging position before Cruze gets to his feet, trying to drop an elbow straight to his ribs. Right before he connects Faust rolls out of the way, causing Cruze to drive his elbow hard into the canvas. Just as he sits up to embrace his wounded arm Faust nails a straight running kick to the side of his face. The blow knocks Orlando almost unconscious upon impact. The Icon is sprawled out across his spine in a motionless heap while Faust turns towards the ropes, jumping on top of them with extended legs. He bounces from the top rope, flipping over backwards into a moonsault straight across the Icon’s mid-section.

Moore: He just mooned him!

Comeau: It’s called a moonsault.

Susie: I was close.

The shocked crowd continue to be dazzled as Faust rises to his feet, jumping into the air and crashing back first right into Orlando’s ribcage. This vicious landing knocks all the air from Orlando’s lungs while Faust leans back into the hook of his legs.

Cruze again launches his shoulder from the ring in this extremely fast paced encounter.

Comeau: Their not holding anything back in this one ladies and gentlemen, Faust and Cruze cutting lose on each other.

Susie: I cut lose by eating grass clippings.

Mark: Wonderful.

Faust stands up and slips through the ropes onto the apron before springing to the top cable. He now takes flight, crashing down right on top of the Icon with a big splash. Orlando’s legs kick up into the air as Faust reaches out hooking one of them for the pinfall.

The Icon shoots his shoulder from the canvas, Faust pushing him onto his stomach with no delay. He crawls over top of Orlando’s lower spine and begins to deliver repeated forearms right to the back of his head and between his shoulder blades. He connects with as many stiff strikes as he can before taking the World Champion around the chin and leading him up to his feet. As soon as he stands up the Icon uncoils a vicious chop right across his chest.

Comeau: Faust continuing to inflict damage on the Icon, using his speed and strikes.

Susie: I haven’t seen someone hit that hard since an episode of Dallas.

The Vampire Lord delivers a kick to the World Champion’s ribs then takes him by the back of the head, rushing him straight at the cables. He jumps over the top rope, dragging the Icon down throat first right into the cables. Orlando bounces off and staggers backwards while Faust jumps back to the apron then to the top rope. He flies across the ring and perfectly extends his legs into a front dropkick that connects to his opponent’s sternum. The blow knocks Orlando to the canvas while his fast adversary landing beside him then crawling, unleashing some vicious haymakers.

Orlando’s head is pulled from the canvas while Faust launches right hand after closed right hand between the eyes of the Icon. He finally stands up lunging into the air then coming down with a stomp directly to the Champion’s face. Pain flows through his face as he sits up, rubbing at his nose, Faust rushing up behind him with a dropkick landing right on the back of his skull.

Moore: This is funny, Orlando is big yet he’s being beat up by someone smaller than him, te-he. This is just like that bible story…

Comeau: David vs. Goliath?

Susie: No, the one with the apple and the scary serpent who gave me nightmares.

Mark: I have no idea how this has any similarities to…you know what, nevermind.

Faust slip up behind the sluggish Cruze, taking him by the arm and wrapping it around in front of his throat, applying a modified cobra clutch. He seems intent on keeping the Icon grounded, strangling the very life from his already slightly exasperated frame.

Moore: Yay, he’s got a submission locked in, now I just need to know what it’s called.

An aggravated Icon starts to force himself upwards, placing one foot to the canvas while wedging his knee to the ring as well. He tries his best to stand up despite all the damage that has thus far been inflicted on him. As soon as he reaches his feet he lifts his free hand into the air, sliding it between his forearm and his throat. He now pushes his forearm forward, breaking it away from his throat then turning around to face Faust who pulls him forward into an attempted leg lariat. Cruze ducks it, stepping behind Faust then shoving him forward into one of the turnbuckles.

He pursues Faust into the corner when the Vampire Lord catches the top rope, pushing his lower body up into the air. He floats over the inbound body of Orlando, landing on his feet behind the World Champion as he charges right into the turnbuckle. The Icon spins around with his back pressed to the corner as Faust barrels forward, running right into the raised boot of his opposition. The strike disorientates Faust enough to send him staggering in reverse, Orlando pulling himself up onto the second rope then launching himself off into a twisting European Uppercut.

Susie: Orlando’s big, he’s not allowed to do aerial moves like that, it’s not fair. Can I pout now?

Comeau: Sure.

Moore: Good, I’m putting on my pouty face…..NOW.

Orlando rolls away from the laid out Faust, sluggishly getting to his feet and staggering around. A slightly incoherent Vampire Lord starts to stand up when Orlando comes charging in and catching him with a swinging neckbreaker. Both men tumble to the canvas with the Icon sitting up, reaching for the back of his head in the process. Sluggishly he rises to his feet while Faust begins to do the same, in an equal amount of pain. Cruze steps in delivering a shot to his jaw, then another, the blows staggering his vampiric opponent who he now grips by the wrist, whipping across the ring.

Shockingly Faust reverses the whip, instead sending Orlando charging into the far ropes. He bounces off coming back in at his opponent who jumps into the air, leap frogging over him. Cruze stops himself in the center of the ring as Faust rushes into the cables behind him, bouncing off then charging back in only to be caught with a huge Samoan Drop from the Champion.

Mark: Orlando with the classic Samoan Drop, but he’s got to keep on the advantage in this fast paced exchange. If he gives Faust any time to recover he’s gonna regret it.

Susie: I regret coming out here every week, it keeps me from being able to interview Ladder backstage.

In exhaustion Orlando rises to his feet, holding his back then taking Faust around the jaw. His opponent is yanked to a standing base then blasted under the jaw with a European Uppercut. Faust tumbles to the ring, rolling in reverse to his knees when the Icon steps in and taking him around the neck, applying another side headlock. To the Champion’s dread the Vampire Lord stands up and forearms Cruze to his lower back, weakening his submission. Faust swings his body free from the side headlock then turns to his opponent’s back, shoving him forward into the cables. The quick witted Cruze bounces off the cables then dives half way across the ring into a shoulder block connecting right against Faust’s sternum.

Comeau: The Icon turning it up a notch.

Moore: I hope he doesn’t turn it up too high, I have sensitive ear drums.

The shoulder block knocks the much smaller Faust from his feet, sending him down to the ring then rolling backwards into the ropes. He falls against them spine first, grabbing hold of the cables with the wind knocked from his body. In exhaustion he stands up as Orlando moves towards him, connecting with a searing chop right across his sternum. Sweat dissipates through the air as Faust is almost taken over the cables yet Cruze puls him to the center of the ring where he locks in a front chancery. The World Champion snaps over backwards into a violent suplex, floating over into the lateral press.

Faust powers his shoulder from the ring while the Champion charges into the ropes. He bounces off then lunges into the air, coming down with a brutal, high impact knee strike directly into the fanged features of the multiple time SCW Champion.

Susie: Look, things have turned a 180, or is it a 360, or a 450, or 630?

Comeau: WOULD YOU MAKE YOUR POINT!?!

Moore: Oh, I was just going to say that now Orlando is dominating like Faust was.

Mark: Just come out and say it next time, I can’t stand anymore butchering of the English vernacular.

A panting Cruze takes Faust by the locks of his hair, pulling him forcefully to his feet then placing him in another front chancery. He lifts him into the air into position for another vertical suplex when Faust knees downward into his head. The strike weakens Cruze, causing him to almost drop Faust back to his feet only to have him show incredible strength by once again elevating his opponent up into the air. He straightens his back on the verge of connecting with the vertical suplex to cheers from the crowd when Faust floats over, landing behind him. His back is wedged to the Icon’s, wrapping his arm around his neck for the reverse neckbreaker. Cruze suddenly spins around to face his opposition’s spine, freeing himself from this predicament then grabbing his arm, trying to apply the crossface.

Comeau: HUGE counter by Cruze!

Moore: He’s looking for that hold, with the arm and everything.

Before the submission can be established Faust drops down into a forward roll, freeing his arm then springing towards the ropes. He lands on the second cable, launching himself off backwards into the flying back elbow. It connects right across Orlando’s sternum, sending the double Champion crashing to the ring and convulsing. The Vampire Lord and the Icon roll to their feet with as much speed as their exhausted bodies can muster. Orlando now rushes at Faust going for a big European Uppercut. At the last second Faust side steps it, ending up behind his opposition who quickly turns only to be caught with the Claim to Fame (Sky High Press). Orlando is surprisingly slammed with great force against the ring by his smaller opposition, who is still leaning forward palms wedged to his chest for the pin.

Cruze kicks out and in the process rolls backwards onto his feet, immediately stepping forward and trying to lock in the sharpshooter. The crowd is screaming as Faust tries his best to fight it.

Comeau: Cruze shockingly getting his second wind as he goes for the sharpshooter.

Susie: This match has had so many counters that I’m getting sea sick.

Faust is able to free one of his legs in order to kick at Cruze’s knee with tremendous force. Again he stomps at the knee, causing Orlando to fall to a kneeling base while the Vampire Lord quickly stands up, taking him around the neck and calling out for the Darkness DDT. A loud mixed reaction is heard from the crowd when Orlando stands up, back dropping Faust over his head and sending him tumbling to the ring. Faust bounces off of it, slowly rolling to his feet with a hand wedged to his spine, all the while Cruze is crouched in a poised position behind him. The World Champion is ready to unleash the dreaded Rock Bottom as Faust sluggishly rises to his feet, finally turning towards him as Cruze steps in and takes him around the chest.

He hoists Faust up into the air to deliver his high impact trademark when his crafty opponent is able to twist in mid-air, ending up seated on the Icon’s shoulders. He snaps back into a hurricarana that gets the crowd out of their seats.

Comeau: Amazing counter to the Rock Bottom, Faust with a pinning hurricarana.

Orlando kicks out to thunderous applause, somehow continuing to prevail in the face of such a tremendous challenge. The sweating Vampire Lord drops into a forward roll, twisting around to face the slowly rising Cruze. The Icon has just gotten to his feet still stooped over when Faust steps in, catching him around the neck and then hooking his leg, setting up for the Excalibur (Windmill Fisherman Suplex).

Mark: This could END IT!

Susie: This match is giving me menopause!

Right as Faust is on the verge of lifting his heftier opponent Orlando punches him hard to the ribs and places his hands to his sternum, shoving the Vampire Lord backwards across the ring. Faust bounces off the ropes at the same time that Cruze is rushing into them on the opposite side of the ring. Both men ricochet from the cables charging back in at one another and lunging into the air, hitting each other with a double crossbody that sends both their badly damaged frames tumbling into a heap.

Comeau: Oh, Orlando and Faust had the same though and it led to both their downfalls.

Susie: Why are these guys so bent on hurting each other, there’s no problems between them that can’t be hugged out.

The double collision has rendered both men motionless and gripping at their ribcages. Faust rolls in a fetal position towards the ropes, spilling under them and dropping to the mats across his mats. He is still doubled over, looking to be in a great deal of pain when the crowd suddenly starts screaming at the sight of Pat Evans and Silencer rushing down the ramp. Both men pounce on the downed Faust, beginning to stomp and jab him repeatedly.

Moore: Look, LOOKIE!

Comeau: Oh no, this is the same way that the last match between Orlando Cruze and Faust ended! Pat Evans and Silencer of the Conspiracy are assaulting a weakened Faust.

The official has his back turned towards all of this, checking on the condition of the spent Cruze, therefore he’s unaware that the Vampire Lord has been pounced on by the Paradoxical Paradigm. However, this becomes the least of official Wright’s concerns, for his eyes immediately shift towards an intruding Dan Douglas.

Mark: What is Douglas’ out of shape ass doing in the ring now? Didn’t we see enough of him at the beginning of tonight’s show?

Susie: Not me, I always like looking at Dan, it makes me feel prettier by contrast.

An angered Wright jumps to his feet, storming towards Douglas his is strangely dressed in a wind breaker and warm up pants. He points at his stripped shirt and demands the Boss vacate the ring when Dan grabs him by the collar pulling him into a hard right hand across the jaw. The crowd voices their disdain as referee Wright falls to his back and rolls incoherently under the ropes, Douglas smirking as he stands uncontested in the ring.

Susie: Hey, Dan just punched the referee, that wasn’t nice.

Comeau: Why did Douglas just lay out his own referee? What is going through this man’s head.

On the outside of the ring, Silencer and Evans are still working over Faust despite his attempts to fight back. He throws some punches into the ribs of the Paradoxical Paradigm, not making their jobs easy. The grinning Douglas slowly turns towards Cruze, his eyes widening at the sight of the World Champion now standing in front of him.

Comeau: I think Douglas has just realized the error of his ways.

Moore: It looks more like he just made some chocolate pudding in his pants.

Dan holds his palms up towards Cruze, begging off as the World Champion starts towards him, fists clinched and at the ready. A terrified Douglas suddenly motions over the Icon’s shoulder, and although Orlando is unwilling to fall for his trick he can’t help but to be intrigued by the loud chorus of boos emanating from the fans. Therefore he turns around and unfortunately finds himself almost sliced in two by the spear from an anticipating Christian Savior.

Comeau: Where did Savior just come from?

Susie: I don’t know, but he sure did give Cruze a big booboo.

The fans are disgusted while Savior kneels over the reeling Cruze, glaring down at him with a twisted grin. His eyes slowly turn towards a nodding Douglas who begins to unzip his windbreaker, revealing a referee shirt on beneath it. He throws the windbreaker into the crowd and now drops down to his knees, Savior hooking both of Orlando’s legs.

Mark: Wait, wait, what is going on?

Dan slaps the canvas as quickly as his arm can move.

A flabbergasted and confused reaction is elicited from the screaming onlookers as Savior rises to his knees, looking towards the heavens in celebration. Shock overwhelms every inch of Savior as Douglas stands back up, storming towards the time keeper and snapping his fingers. Both a microphone and the World Heavyweight title belt are handed to him.

Dan Douglas: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and NEW World Heavyweight Champion, CHRISTIAN SAVIOR!

Everyone in the building is reacting with pure disgust as the World Championship is extended towards Savior, the Rising Phoenix taking the belt into his hands overwhelmed with emotion.

Comeau: WHAT!?!

Susie: Savior wasn’t even in this match and yet he was just named World Heavyweight Champion? This makes less sense than the ending to Planet of the Apes.

All those in attendance are still reeling from their disbelief and disdain as Savior stands up, planting a kiss on the World title belt. He cackles cruelly while waking a fake tear from his eye, Douglas quickly taking the belt from him. He steps behind Savior and wraps the World Championship title around his waist, fastening it behind his back. Pat and Silencer jump to the apron, clapping with broad smiles on their faces while a struggling Faust sits up on the mats. He grips at his ribs and watches what is transpiring inside of the ring with clear outrage, sharing in the disbelief that has settled over the crowd.

Comeau: Christian Savior, who was not part of this match, came in and speared Orlando Cruze, then Douglas revealed himself as special referee and made the count, declaring Christian as the new World Heavyweight Champion. I guess those in power make up the rules as they go, otherwise there’s no way this would be legally binding.

Susie: I still don’t know what to say, but then again I never do.

An excited Christian Savior steps up onto the turnbuckle, pointing to the gold around his waist, relishing in its possession. A disorientated Cruze turns onto his sides, barely able to keep his eyes open as he watches this whole travesty continue.

Mark: This is not the way I thought we’d be opening tonight’s Riot! Thanks to Dan Douglas’ sheer biasness and gross abuse of power, Christian Savior is our new World Heavyweight Champion. I can’t remember a more surprising start to a show.

Moore: Dan made good on his promise.

Savior waxes the bright gold plate of the belt with his palm while laughing hysterically. The rest of the Conspiracy stand back clapping while the crowd responds with pure disgust. Neither Faust nor Orlando can believe what they’re seeing through their dazed eyes.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

JUST BEFORE THE BREAK

The show returns providing a frozen feed of Christian Savior standing on a turnbuckle with the World Heavyweight title around his waist. The stunned voices of Mark Comeau and Susie Moore can be heard in the background, still reeling from this unbelievable moment.

Mark: Ladies and gentlemen if you’re just joining us you missed what had to have been the most shocking moment in Riot! history.

Susie: That’s right, I finally lost all my baby teeth.

Comeau: No, although that is interesting I’m referring to the fact that a NEW World Champion has just been crowned in the form of Christian Savior.

Replays are provided featuring scenes of Savior spearing Orlando Cruze, then cutting to Douglas revealing that he’s adorned in a referee shirt. He drops to the canvas, making the three count.

Mark: Dan Douglas promised a title change at the start of tonight’s show and he delivered almost immediately by making the three count for Christian and declaring that he is the new World Champion, although Savior was not legally involved in the match.

Susie: It’s fun to have absolute power.

This rehashed video settles once again on Savior celebrating in slow motion with the World title in his clutches.

Comeau: Again perhaps the most surprising start to a Riot! that I can remember, and to give us more details about this stunning moment, we’re cutting to Billy Mayne in the back who is trying to get a word with the NEW Champion.

NO GOING BACK

A slight grin can be found on the face of Billy Mayne, who for once since becoming a backstage correspondent has a vague reason for happiness. On this occasion he actually appears clear headed, instead of stooping and staggering in an alcohol induced haze.

Billy Mayne: You all want some answers? Well I’m the one with the power to give them to you…MWAHAHAHAHA.

Billy cannot remember the last time he heard the sound of his own laughter as it fills the backstage corridor.

Billy: It’s so freaking awesome to feel as omnipotent as I do right now. For once I won’t be interviewing some opening card comedy act because I’m on my way to get a word with new World Heavyweight Champion, Christian Savior. I’m so excited my nipples are hardening.

He turns to step from the sanctuary of the standard interview area in order to track down Christian but abruptly freezes. Fear settles into his eyes as the microphone is snatched out of his hand and a furious Orlando Cruze steps into the camera’s frame. A massive ovation rips through the Manhattan Center as an irate Orlando grabs Billy by the collar of his jacket, dragging him in close.

Orlando: For your sake I suggest you shut your mouth and get out of here right NOW!

Billy swallows deeply, turning to leave when Orlando wedges his foot to his ass, shoving him out of the camera’s view and down the hallway. The rage fueled eyes of the former World Champion turn towards the camera, reaching out then grabbing hold of it. The lens is pulled in close to make sure every word is heard and that Orlando is the center of attention.

Cruze: Sorry to be a killjoy boys, but what just happened isn’t about to fly. Christian Savior, Dan Douglas, did you guys actually think you’d get away with this? No, no, you didn’t take my World title, all you did was PISS ME OFF!

The fans are overjoyed to hear that Orlando isn’t about to tolerate the screw-job that was just pulled on him.

Orlando: That championship wasn’t won, it was stolen, and I’m not about to let MY property be taken by anyone. So Savior go on calling yourself Champion, it doesn’t make it true, go on embracing MY belt, because by the end of the night I’m TAKING IT BACK!

Another thunderous round of applause can be heard from the fans while Orlando takes several deep breathes, unable to contain the rage that has overtaken him.

Cruze: I’m making my own guarantee that by the end of this night that World Heavyweight Championship will be back in my hands and the entire Conspiracy will be laying at my feet.

He is so consumed by his anger that his flesh has turned bright red and pulsates.

Orlando: The Conspiracy has made the BIGGEST mistake of their lives by screwing with my World Championship. They crossed the line and now their going to deal with the consequences. I’m not going to wait to get back what’s mine, because the second I see even one of those sons of bitches, they’re as good as…

Hey Cruze, join the party buddy!

The Icon is almost unable to believe the audacity of Pat Evans, the Submission Champion oh so boldly stepping towards him chugging a bottle of beer. To make matters even worse he now spits the alcohol all over an increasingly outraged Cruze.

Pat: No need to be so glum..

Once Cruze has gotten over the initial shock he throws a hard right hand into Pat’s jaw, knocking him backwards out of the camera’s frame. Orlando storms after him overwhelmed by his sheer rage.

Orlando: Who do you think you are you crazy….

He’s too bitter to even finish his sentence, throwing a forearm between Evans’ shoulder blades. Strangely the Submission Champion is not even fighting back as he staggers, almost runs away from Cruze. The former Champion is in hot pursuit, periodically throwing furious blows in the process.

A CHALLENGE

There is a house in New Orleeaannnss
They call the Rissssiinnng Sun
It’s been the ruin of many a poor boy
And lord I know I’m one…

UHHHHHHH!!!

Without a moment’s delay Hurse storms through the curtains with the SCW’s Extraordinary title draped over his shoulder. His eyes are brazen with hatred and he appears very menacing as he storms down the ramp. An annoyed Robin Brooks saunters out behind him, her arm interlocked with the giant Phantom’s. In a motherly manner she reaches up brushing his hair out of his eyes while the two continue to follow a noticeably angered Hurse to the ring. Surprisingly referee Fitzpatrick is also in hot pursuit of the former World Champion.

Comeau: Pat Evans and Orlando Cruze now going at it backstage, and we hope to have camera’s back there soon but an equal amount of insanity erupting here at ringside. The Alpha Generation plus 2, are on their way to the ring, and I would say that they weren’t scheduled to come out here at this point in time but no one seems to be adhering to the show’s schedule.

Susie: I don’t adhere to it either, mostly because I don’t even know what adhere means.

Hurse rolls under the ropes then storms across the ring, where Kailey Worf is standing, ready to do some introductions. Before she can get so much as a word in edgewise the microphone is snatched from her hand by the former World Champion, his intensely hostile eyes transferring to the entry way. Robin is assisted to the apron by Phantom, who looks overprotective while Fitzpatrick slides in across his stomach.

Hurse: You know what, now that I’m officially EXTRAORDINARY….

He points to the belt over his shoulder that he took from SCW’s James Exeter before continuing.

Hurse:…I don’t have to wait on anyone, or ANYBODY. I got bigger things on my plate, one of those fine China plates mind you because I refuse to eat off of anything plastic, than Riggs tonight, so I’m requesting, nay, nay, nay, DEMANDING, that he brings his demonic clown ass out here and face me RIGHT NOW.

A loud reaction is heard from the crowd while Robin gazes at Hurse in clear confusion, wondering what his motives could possibly be.

Hurse: My night is devoted to bigger things than getting revenge on you Riggs, so mosey on out here and let’s get this over with. I’d rather spend my time handling issues with that disrespectful, ungrateful idiot Pat Evans. Therefore, stop putting on your makeup and….

The Sacrament hits the PA system, sending the crowd into a huge ovation. Everyone jumps from their seats as the curtains part to reveal the painted warrior known affectionately as Riggs. He steps onto the stage with callous eyes locked on the ring where Hurse continues to bait him.

Comeau: Hurse made the challenge and it looks like Riggs is about to accept. How much more insanity can be packed into tonight’s telecast?

Susie: I can put on a tuxedo and do the funky chicken on our announce table.

Mark: No, no, good God no, I wasn’t making a request, it was more of an observation.

Moore: You lost me.

Robin rolls her eyes and steps off of the apron, all the while Phantom has turned towards the stage, holding up his fists towards Riggs to protect his make believe mommy. Brooks gently sweeps him aside as Hurse keeps motioning for Riggs to come to the ring. Once the roadblock has been removed Riggs nods then bolts straight towards the ring.

Mark: It looks like they’re about to get it on!

Susie: Gross.

Comeau: Not in that way.

Riggs slides into the ring and Hurse charges at him as Fitzpatrick calls for the bell.

RIGGS VS. HURSE

As soon as Riggs stands up in the ring a vengeful Hurse charges at him, throwing a right hand. At the last second Riggs ducks this attempted blow, stepping behind his opponent who spins to face him. Riggs delivers a hard jab to Hurse’s jaw, following it up with a forearm after forearm strike that has the Master of Control absolutely reeling. With one last forearm Hurse is knocked hard to the canvas.

Mark: We’re officially underway with Riggs versus Hurse on what has been an out of control telecast thus far.

Susie: Oh you say that every week.

Hurse scrambles across the canvas then reaches his feet, charging into a double knife edge from his adversary. Again he tumbles to the ring, rolling across it then getting back up only to be taken right back down with a lariat. The painted warrior crouches in waiting, motioning for Hurse to get up as the stunned Master of Control slowly rises. The second he reaches his feet Riggs spins around, blasting him right to the ribs with a spinning back heel kick that doubles him over. Riggs now takes Hurse by the wrist pulling him into a hard back elbow right to the face.

Hurse is knocked to the canvas with Riggs coming down on top of him with a lateral press.

To the dismay of the crowd Hurse gets his shoulder up, immediately rolling away from Riggs who is in hot pursuit. He rolls under the ropes to the outside of the ring only for Riggs to follow him out. Once Hurse realizes he’s being trailed he takes off, Riggs charging after him. The crowd begins to cheer and laugh as Hurse is being chased around the ring by Riggs.

Mark: It looks like Hurse is regretting making this challenge.

Susie: This looks fun, can I chase Hurse too?

Riggs almost gleefully pursues his opponent around the ring until he runs right into the human wall that is Phantom. His face bounces off of the giant’s sternum knocking him to the ground while the huge Phantom doesn’t budge, just looks down at him with a twisted, confused gaze, Hurse having pulled him in the way of Riggs to save himself. Robin has crossed her arms shaking her head while her Alpha Gen teammate rolls into the ring, quickly getting to his feet. He grabs the top rope while Riggs rises to his feet, turning away from Phantom in time to be hit with a senton plancha. Hurse crashes back first into his opponent’s sternum, knocking both men down hard to the ring. As soon as he hits the mats the Alpha Gen rep sits up, thrusting his finger against his temple.

Comeau: Hurse used Phantom as a human shield and now has just taken Riggs out via the senton from the ring.

Susie: He flies just like Peter Pan, just without the leotards, although I love leotards, especially rubbing them against my cheeks.

Mark: Let’s hope you mean the cheeks on your face.

An aggravated Robin shouts at Hurse to stay on Riggs, her boyfriend adhering to these demands as he drags his opponent up to his feet. Riggs is now powered spine first right into the steel barricade, his back arching over it in anguish. Before he’s given sufficient time to embrace his suffrage Hurse drags him towards the ring, rolling him in under the ropes. He slides in himself and wedges his forearm straight to Riggs’ face, going for the pin.

Riggs pushes his shoulder from the ring, kicking out while Hurse sits him up on the canvas. He rushes into the ropes, bounces off then launches himself into a forearm strike connecting directly to the small of Riggs’ back. The Painted Warrior agonizes, arching his spine while Hurse gets up and takes him around the neck. Riggs is pulled over to his knees while Hurse slaps him across the face, then does it again condescendingly.

Hurse: You think you can hit me with a chair, well do ya, huh, huh?

The vengeful Hurse charges into the cables, bouncing off and coming back in at Riggs who lunges to his feet then to his feet, spinning around into a big heel kick. Both heels connect with Hurse’s face, knocking the arrogant Alpha member to the canvas, where he begins to flop around in pain. Riggs rolls away from him still gripping at his spine.

Comeau: Hurse doing far too much talking and boy did he ever pay for it.

Susie: I wish someone would shut you up and let me speak for once.

Mark: Okay, you got something to say, go ahead.

Moore: Oh… um ….uh…. TITTIES!

Robin can barely stand to look at Hurse as he scrambles across the canvas, feebly trying to get up behind Riggs can. As soon as he stands he’s blasted across the sternum with another double chop from his painted opponent. The strike sends him into a spin, turning back to face Riggs who catches him around the back of the head, jumping into the air so that he can hit his sit-out jawbreaker. Shockingly Hurse is able to counter though, lifting his knee and causing Riggs to come down jaw first right into it. He lands on his seat, gripping at his face when Hurse jumps into the air, dropkicking him directly to the forehead. Riggs is knocked to the canvas while the former Champion again scurries into another desperate cover.

To the delight of the onlookers Riggs launches his shoulder from the ring, turning away from his opponent in the process. He ends up his hands and knees when Hurse jumps into the air, coming down seat first right across the small of his back.

Mark: Now Hurse is pressing the few opportunities he’s been given in this match, targeting Riggs’ lower back, really working over his spinal column.

Susie: Poor Riggs, he’ll have to see one of those back doctors after this match, what are they called again, oh yeah a proctologist.

Comeau: Way off and you’ve officially given me sympathy pains.

On the outside of the ring Robin is continuing to lavish attention onto Phantom, all the while pointing into the ring and insisting he watch how Hurse methodically pick Riggs apart. The former Champion now steps over his opponent’s legs as Riggs turns onto his back, taking hold of them and trying to roll him over into the Legend Lock.

Susie: HEY! He’s going for that hold thingy.

Hurse continues to try and muster the strength to turn Riggs but his opponent bends his knees, bending him forward. He ends up in range for some hard right hands, connecting right between his eyes before Riggs wedges his feet to Hurse’s sternum and shoves him backwards across the ring. The discombobulated Hurse falls against the turnbuckle, somehow remaining upright while his opponent comes charging in. Out of desperation the Alpha member raises his foot into the air, attempting to boot Riggs to the jaw. However, the Painted Warrior stops and catches Hurse’s foot before it could connect. He now pulls on Hurse’s ankle, dragging him out of the corner into an attempted lariat only for his opponent to slip around behind his back. He clamps his arms around Riggs’ waist and snaps over backwards into a bridging German suplex. This inflicts even further trauma on the already targeted back of Riggs.

Riggs kicks out, dropping over to his chest and stomach while Hurse stands up at his side, lunging into the air. He comes down with a double stomp right between the kidneys of his opposition. A groan emanates from Riggs who’s back erupts with pain, as Hurse steps over it. He pulls him up into a modified camel clutch then begins to deliver forearm strikes to both sides of his face. The forearms inflict a great amount of damage, leaving Riggs almost unconscious before the official starts a five count. He reaches four, causing Hurse to break his submission and step to his kneeling opponent’s side. Just as Riggs begins to get up Hurse charges at him and delivers a high knee lift right to his jaw. Riggs is sent down to the canvas across his back thanks to vicious strike.

Comeau: Hurse continuing to overwhelm Riggs.

Susie: I’m overwhelmed by him too, I don’t think he put on any deodorant before this match.

A weakened Riggs starts to stand up while Hurse steps behind him, forcing his shoulder into the small of his back. He’s lifted into the air and now driven down forcefully into the canvas via the back drop. Riggs arches his spine from the ring while Hurse stands over top of him, bending down and again doing some jaw jacking.

Hurse: This is why you don’t mess with the Master of Control, the true Extraordinary On..

A desperate slap is thrown right into Hurse’s cheek, causing him to stagger backwards grabbing at his face. A winded Riggs slowly starts to get up after delivering the blow when his enraged opponent charges in from behind. He’s taken by the hair and the back of the pants, being rushed across the ring then thrown down to the canvas. Riggs slides across the ring and under the ropes hitting the steel turnbuckle post ribs first. His body curls around it, knocking all the air from his lungs while Hurse storms around behind him, mumbling some obscenities beneath his breath.

Susie: Hurse threw his opponent at the post, that was mean, real mean, a big mean.

Mark: Who do you think you are now, Bob?

The disgruntled Hurse backs into the corner opposite the one Riggs is wrapped around, quickly charging in with a baseball slide dropkick. At the last second Riggs moves out of the ring, causing Hurse’s body to turn and slide groin first right into the exposed turnbuckle post. A loud wail emanates from the Master of Control while the male viewers feel sympathy pains from their nether regions. Even Phantom and Robin are cringing while Hurse pulls himself out of the corner, sitting himself up against the turnbuckle with his back pressed to the ropes. Riggs stands up on the apron, taking the top rope then pulling himself over it, doing a headstand on the very top of the turnbuckle. He now swings down with his legs, connecting with a big front dropkick directly to Hurse’s sternum.

Susie: That was pretty.

Mark: Riggs perhaps cracking some of Hurse’s ribs with that dropkick from the headstand position in the corner.

Riggs rolls over backwards to the center of the ring, standing with his hand wedged to his lower back. Hurse pulls himself up out of the corner and shockingly comes charging in when Rigs jumps into the air. He catches his incoming opponent around the back of the head, pulling him down into the sitout jawbreaker. The connects with the Tear Jerker, causing Hurse to stands up straight staggering around. Riggs rolls in reverse onto his feet then lunges forward into a bicycle kick that connects right across Hurse’s face, almost causing him to flip completely over backwards.

Moore: Ewww, that was a nasty kick, it had to hurt Hurse.

Comeau: Obviously.

Riggs stoops forward in the ring, continuing to hold his lower back while a disorientated Hurse shockingly begins to stand up. He gets to his feet, operating on fumes alone perhaps when Riggs steps in, taking him under the thigh and around the neck, lifting him up onto his shoulder in position for the Hopskotch. Robin uses Phantom’s hand to cover her eyes before Hurse slips off of Riggs’ shoulder, landing on his feet behind him. He delivers a vicious forearm right to the lower back of the Painted Warrior and now grabs him by the hair, turning him around then taking him around the waist. He lifts him up into the gutwrench powerbomb when Riggs slips off of his shoulders, landing on his feet right in front of Alpha Gen member.

Hurse charges forward when Riggs jumps into the air, spinning around into a buzzsaw style kick that connects right across his opponent’s face. The strike knocks the Alpha Gen member to the canvas with Riggs landing beside him then sluggishly crawling into the cover.

Hurse launches his shoulder from the ring, kicking out just before the three count.

Susie: Riggs does more with his legs than I do.

Comeau: Yes, but they’re definitely not as nice to look at.

Robin slaps the apron, shouting at Hurse to get his ass up as he attempts to reach his feet. He is far too disorientated to stand only able to reach his knees while Riggs steps to the center of the ring. He now comes barreling forward and jumping into the air for the shining wizard. Hurse ducks his head, Riggs landing on his feet behind him then being pulled down into a sunset flip style pin. Hurse immediately stands up though, taking his opponent’s legs and rolling him onto his stomach. He steps over his back applying the Legend Lock to screams from the crowd.

Mark: Oh, no, BIG counter by Hurse going into the Legend Lock on the already injured back of Riggs.

Susie: If he taps out does that mean I can finally take a restroom break?

Roars of pain emanate from Riggs as he agonizingly drags himself across the ring towards the ropes. Hurse desperately tries to hold on, keeping his grasp on the legs and roaring in anger. The rage is exacerbated by Riggs’ unwillingness to submit, his fingers digging into the canvas while he pulls himself closer and closer to the ropes. They must feel like they are a mile away however, but this does not stop the exhausted warrior.

He finds himself getting within arms length of the cables when Hurse breaks his own hold, jumping into the air and stomping down to Riggs’ lower back.

Comeau: Hurse breaking his hold when it appeared that Riggs was on the verge of reaching the ropes. I don’t know how smart that was.

Riggs reaches for his kidneys while Hurse drops down head first right into them. The headbunt inflicts even more pain while Hurse takes him by the pants, forcing him up to his feet then taking him around the neck. He snaps back before Riggs has the chance to respond, connecting with the shellshock. Riggs stands on top of his face, bouncing off of his nose and forehead then tumbling to the ring.

Mark: Shellshock by Hurse.

Moore: If that isn’t enough to get him the win then I’ll eat my shoe, believe me, I’ve tried it before and it tastes better than it sounds.

The head on collision with the canvas leaves Riggs strewn across the canvas as Hurse crawls sluggishly into the cover, hooking both of his legs.

Riggs kicks out to a loud eruption of cheers from the crowd. Hurse sits on the canvas running his fingers down his sweaty face and cursing the air, wondering what force on the planet will finally put his opponent down for the three count.

Comeau: Riggs kicking out of the shellshock and keeping this match going!

Susie: The leather on this shoe doesn’t taste as good I thought it would.

Mark: That’s because it’s not leather and your eating my tie.

Robin is screaming for Hurse to hit the Sanitizer which he agrees to, grabbing the hair of Riggs and pulling him up to his knees. There doesn’t seem to be much left of the Painted Warrior as he’s dragged across his knees in the direction of the turnbuckle. Hurse starts up the corner in reverse, sitting down on the top rope then pulling Riggs’ head under his seat as he signals for the super Sanitizer.

Moore: Not only is he going to hit his finisher, but he’s going to hit it from the top rope. I hypothesize that it will make the move hurt more?

Comeau: Correct.

Susie: Yay!

Mark: Now you can stop eating my tie.

Hurse drags Riggs up onto the second rope with his head tucked under the former Champion’s posterior. Hurse goes back to posturing and signaling for his Sanitizer, rubbing it in the fans’ faces. Suddenly Riggs turns though, wedging his shoulder to a shocked Hurse’s gut and bringing him down off of the turnbuckle into the Hopskotch.

Comeau: A super Hopskotch from Riggs!

Susie: That was ubber painful, right?

The crowd is screaming in disbelief over the impact of Hurse’s body against the canvas as Riggs desperately crawls into the cover.

A loud reception is ripping through the crowd as Riggs sits up, looking exhausted yet celebrating. His fists are clinched above his head as he celebrates this shocking upset.

Comeau: A huge upset by Riggs picking up the win over former World Heavyweight Champion Hurse on what has been a wild ride thus far.

Susie: Poor Robin, her boyfriend lost again.

Mark: Hurse’s downward spiral leads to greener pastures for Riggs.

A DESERVING CHAMPION

Riggs rolls out of the ring, gripping his lower back after that hard hitting encounter while a shocked, distraught Hurse crawls sluggishly towards the ropes. In an exasperated state he falls against the cables chest first, reaching through them and grabbing the microphone he spoke into earlier off of the apron. Robin rolls into the ring, backing to the center of which with her arms crossed and her head shaking judgmentally. The towering behemoth that is Phantom occupies her side, sharing in the Black Widow’s dejection.

Comeau: It doesn’t look like Hurse is about to let this go.

Moore: He dwells on stuff too much, that’s why I don’t think about anything.

Mark: Don’t you mean that’s why you don’t think at all?

The emotional train wreck that is Hurse staggers to the center of the ring, still sweating heavily and gripping the microphone. Robin has about had all she can tolerate from her increasingly embarrassing boyfriend.

Hurse: Ha…haha….hahahahaha!

An uneasy chuckle comes from the doubled over Hurse, doing nothing to placate his angry girlfriend, or her giant adoptive son.

Hurse: I FOOLED YA!

He points out over the confused fans.

Hurse: I got you all real good. I made you think I actually lost this match, but I didn’t, Riggs was in on it all along. It was just a prank, yeah, a big HUGE prank that we can all laugh about now. I purposely threw the match for comedic value, hahahaha.

Comeau: Does he honestly expect us to believe this?

Susie: That incorrigible little scamp.

Boos are heard from the crowd, nobody buying this excuse. Once Hurse realizes that nobody believes him, even Brooks and Phantom, he sadly caves.

Hurse: Okay FINE. I lost, but Riggs had hold of my tights, and some of his makeup got in my eyes, and his Prince Albert piercing tripped me. The point is I didn’t lose that match fairly, so it shouldn’t even count as a win for Riggs.

His pouting continues amongst heckles from the crowd. The longer he goes on with this tirade the closer Robin comes to having Phantom knock him out.

Hurse: But after tonight nobody is going to remember my jaded loss to Riggs, no, because the people will all fondly recall this evening for a vastly different reason. For by the end of Riot!, the world will be shocked and dazzled yet again as I, the courageous, the impeccable, and the debonair Hurse, wins his third Heavyweight Championship.

Comeau: Uhhh…what?

This proclamation results in a mixed reaction from the crowd, the fans debating between having Christian Savior or Hurse as World Champion. They can’t decide which option would be worse.

Hurse: You people heard me and I will not repeat myself, except for right now, because it’s for effect. I will leave this telecast as World Champion, because I intend to cash in my rematch clause. That’s right, I never had a rematch after I lost the belt to Orlando, so now is as good as time as any to use it. I’ve been salivating to get back my World title, and to get a bit of revenge against Christian Savior, so this kills two birds with…

Robin Brooks: No, no…in the words of the immortal Hellkat, NYAH!

Before his sentence can be finished Robin snatches the microphone out of Hurse’s hand, leaving him saddened and confused.

Brooks: Sorry Steven, but I can’t in good conscious let you waste a World title match. We all know you would blow it, so why even bother?

Boos are heard from the crowd as Hurse lowers his head, his lower lip quivering a little. Robin doesn’t let up, feeling completely justified in what she’s saying.

Robin: You’re a loser Steven, and losers just don’t get title shots. So I figure the best way to handle this would be for you to give your rematch to me, a winner.

This demand results in even more anger from the fans, Hurse looking up longingly.

Robin: In fact, let’s just make that official. As of this moment, I am stripping you of your title shot and giving it to myself. And I won’t be using that title opportunity tonight, because I’m going to let Christian Savior, Orlando Cruze, and whoever else thinks they deserve a shot, beat the hell out of each other, then next week I can simply pick up the pieces. That’s right people…

She turns towards her screaming fans, her back now aimed towards a frail, almost sobbing Hurse.

Brooks: Next week right here on Riot!, I am going to challenge whoever the World Champion is to a one on one match for the title.

Susie: WOW. Too excited?

Comeau: I’m not sure if this is legal but Robin is taking Hurse’s World title match and intends to challenge for our company’s biggest prize next week.

Phantom is nodding proudly as his mother backs towards him, catching sight of her dismayed boyfriend.

Robin: What, your still here?

She turns towards an increasingly saddened Hurse.

Brooks: I don’t need you out here anymore, I’ve got Phantom. You’re too much of a liability anyway, so go on, get, GET! Phantom needs to concentrate on his match.

Powerless to put up any resistance, the whipped Hurse slouches and approaches the ropes. He slides through them to the apron then drops to the outside mats, making his way up the ramp with a lowered head and his back aimed towards the ring.

Mark: For God sakes Hurse, stand up for yourself.

Susie: Robin will have to teach me how she housebroke him.

The incredibly melodramatic Hurse continues up the ramp while a smiling Robin turns to observe her screaming detractors.

Robin: Ladies and gentlemen, what your looking at right now, is your soon to be NEW, IWC World Heavyweight Cham….

Without warning Phantom shoves Robin aside, knocking her down hard to the canvas. Before she can get upset she spots Too Magnificent sliding into the ring with a steel chain in hand, swinging it right into Phantom’s forehead. He had originally aimed for Robin but Phantom was quick enough to throw himself into the path of the chain covered fist.

Comeau: It’s Too Magnificent!

Susie: And he’s got shinny knuckles, just like Iron Fist.

Mark: That’s a chain wrapped around his fist.

Moore: Awww.

Phantom wraps his hands around his face in pain while Robin cowardly clears out of harms way. She rolls to the outside of the ring, dropping to the mats and backing away in shock. All the while Too Magnificent’s malicious gaze follows her, his twisted eyes turning towards the laid out Phantom. The big man is not use to finding himself in this condition, at the mercy of the Golden Goliath who stoops towards him.

Comeau: Oh no, what more can Too Magnificent do?

Susie: Compete in a Yo-Yo competition? I find Yo-Yos sexy.

Surprisingly Too Magnificent unravels the chain from around his fist, revealing it to be connecting two dog collars. He now lifts up on Phantom’s incoherent cranium, wrapping one collar around his neck then tying the other to his throat. His brazen eyes transfer yet again to the speechless Brooks.

Too Magnificent: The sins of the mother are visited upon the son…RING THE BELL!

He glares at referee Fitzpatrick, who was still in the ring after that match between Riggs and Hurse. The startled official has no other recourse but to call for the bell.

PHANTOM VS. TOO MAGNIFICENT
DOG COLLAR MATCH

Comeau: And it looks like we’re underway here, Phantom versus Too Magnificent, both men tied together by a dog chain.

Susie: I’ve been put on a dog chain before for this photo-shoot.

Mark: Are you sure it was a photo-shoot and not you’re Uncle’s basement?

Moore: Uh oh, damn repressed childhood trauma!

Too Magnificent does not take his eyes from Brooks on the outside of the ring, even as he pries Phantom’s hefty frame from the canvas. Both men are connected by a solid steel chain as Too Mag pulls his large opponent to his elbows and knees. He takes hold of the chain, and now uses it whip Phantom over the back with vile force. He lifts up on the chain and slams it down over top of his opposition’s kidneys, causing the gothic one to be even further overwhelmed with pain. Too Magnificent steps over Phantom’s back and now hooks the chain around in front of his throat, pulling back and strangling him. Phantom glares to the outside of the ring at the Black Widow, shouting disgusting comments.

Too Magnificent: He would have been fine if you left him alone bitch.

The air is being strangled from Phantom’s frame before Too Magnificent breaks the choke.

Susie: Hahahaha, this is a Dog Collar Match and Too Mag just called Robin a bitch, get it, get it. A female dog!

Comeau: Yes, yes, I get it already, it wasn’t funny the first time I heard it.

The disgruntled Too Mag holds nothing back or shows no restraint as he wraps the chain around his fist, stepping in front of the kneeling Phantom. He now slugs him right between the eyes yet again, this shot knocking the demonic giant to the canvas. A confused Phantom rolls slowly across the ring into one of the turnbuckles, using it to pull himself sluggishly to his feet. He cautiously rises while Too Magnificent stands back, arms thrust out to his sides, calling for a proper applause from the booing fans.

Susie: YAY!

Comeau: Why are you cheering for the bad guy?

Moore: He told me too.

The menacing Magnificent now steps in peppering Phantom to the forehead with closed jab after closed jab. Each punch inflicts a sufficient amount of damage before Phantom is taken by the throat and dragged forward out of the corner. There seems to be absolutely nothing left of him as Too Magnificent turns, scowling in the angered Brooks’ direction. He wants to make sure Brooks watches this as he tries to lift Phantom for the chokeslam only for the gothic brawler to boot him to the ribs. Too Mag is doubled forward, staggering backwards over the chain. Phantom now grabs the chain off of the canvas and yanks up on it, pulling the steel right up into Too Magnificent’s testicles. The crowd screams as the big man begins to hop up and down, reaching for his privates.

Moore: He broke Too Mag’s mommy, daddy button!

Comeau: I know, because I’m feeling the sympathy pains.

The deceivingly fast Phantom rushes forward, dragging the chain into the front of Too Magnificent’s shins. As a result the big man is tripped up, knocking him forward into the canvas. He lands on his elbows and knees, desperately trying to get up when Phantom rushes in and jumps into the air, delivering a big splash right over his opponent’s back. Too Magnificent is sandwiched under the tremendous girth of his opponent, being flattened against the canvas. After hitting the move Phantom gets to his knees, glaring at Robin looking for approval. A smiling Brooks claps, cheering Phantom on. The showing of support greatly motivates Phantom, who takes his big opponent by the curly hair and yanks him up to his feet.

As soon as Too Magnificent is up he’s given a hard headbunt knocking him back down to the canvas. He immediately starts to get back up when Phantom takes the chain and hooks it around the back of his head. Phantom pulls on the chain and as a result throws the hefty Too Magnificent right into the turnbuckle. As soon as he is positioned against it Phantom comes rushing in throwing right hand after right hand into all parts of his opposition’s anatomy.

Comeau: Phantom is just unloading on Too Magnificent. It seems that Robin Brooks is giving him that little extra motivation.

Susie: That is so sweet it makes me want to cry, if I could, but my tear ducts were destroyed in one of a hundred plastic surgeries.

Phantom throws a back elbow into Too Magnificent’s face, followed by another one, trying to inflict as much damage as possible. He now takes him under the arm, charging him out of the corner then hip tossing him up high into the air. Too Magnificent flips over crashing down from a tremendous height spine first right into the ring. A roar of pain emanates from the big man as he slowly begins to roll over, trying to stand up. The second he reaches his feet Phantom charges in, sticking the chair out to his side and using it to clothesline his brutish opponent. Too Magnificent tumbles to the ring while Phantom continues forward into the ropes, looking down over them at Robin who is blowing him a motherly kiss.

A smiling Phantom drops down into the lateral press.

Too Magnificent launches his shoulder from the ring, kicking out before a three count.

Mark: Too Magnificent kicking out.

Susie: Amazing.

Comeau: No need to be so condescending.

Moore: I wasn’t, I’m legitimately amazed.

Too Magnificent crawls towards the ropes, using them to stand up when Phantom rushes in, slugging him to the forehead with a chain covered fist. The hard blow sends him spilling down to the canvas then rolling under the ropes where he crashes to the outside mats. Both of his palms are held to his forehead in pain, reeling from that shot with the chain. Brooks spits down on top of him as Phantom rolls under the perpendicular cables, dropping to the outside then reaching under the ring. The crowd starts to cheer as a trash can is thrown over the ropes and into the ring, yet the big man isn’t through yet.

A steel chair is extracted and held up in front of Phantom as he glares around the turnbuckle post on Too Magnificent, who is seated on the perpendicular side of the ring in relation to him. Phantom begins to move towards him when Too Magnificent pulls on the chain with all of his strength, dragging his opponent into he exposed turnbuckle post. He bounces off of it hard, still holding onto the chair as he staggers backwards. He is doubled over, barely able to stand while Too Magnificent rolls into the ring and around the turnbuckle. The angry giant drops out in front of his dazed opponent, moving towards him when Phantom regains his faculties swinging a chair viciously into his adversary’s forehead. The steel collides vicious against his cranium, causing Too Magnificent to fall back first against the apron.

Mark: Too Magnificent had a false sense of security, you can never count Phantom out.

Susie: Good, because I never bothered to learn how to count.

Phantom turns the chair long ways, driving the top edge hard into Too Mag’s ribs, doubling him over. He steps behind his opponent and slams the chair hard over his opponent’s spine. Too Magnificent tumbles to his knees while the chair is thrown aside, Phantom grabbing the chair and swinging it like a whip into his spine. The steel rips through Too Mag’s back as he calls out in pain yet still exerts the strength to stand. He rolls into the ring trying to create some space between himself and Phantom who slides the chair into the ring and now begins to climb up onto the apron. The giant sticks his head through the ropes when Too Magnificent suddenly charges in, catching him around the neck and dragging him off of the cables with a swinging neckbreaker. The back of Phantom’s head slams hard into the steel chair he slid in earlier.

Comeau: Big counter by Too Magnificent, perhaps getting back into this physical encounter. What a night this has been, a new World Champion unexpectedly crowned and now we’re seeing this impromptu Dog Collar match.

Moore: YEEZERS!

An aching Too Magnificent turns into the cover.

Phantom powers his shoulder from the ring, kicking out while Too Magnificent sluggishly reaches his feet. He grabs the chair off of the canvas then rushes into the ropes at the laid out Phantom’s side. He bounces from the cables, comes back in and then lunges into the air, sticking the chair under his legs. The steel is dropped down right across Phantom’s face to cringes from the crowd. Robin shakes her head, not liking where this bout is going.

Too Mag keeps his eyes on her while puling Phantom up to his seat, putting the chain against his forehead and beginning to rub it back and forth. The steel is being dug deeply into Phantom’s forehead, ripping at his flesh, inflicting who knows how much damage. A slight trickle of blood is formed beneath the chain as Too Mag now bends down and begins to bite into the flesh. A groan is heard from Phantom as he tries to slug his way free from his gnawing. Finally Too Magnificent removes his teeth and rushes into the ropes, he bounces off and comes roaring back in with a brutal boot right to the seated Phantom’s face. The gothic giant is knocked to the canvas while Too Magnificent ounces off the cables and lifts his arm, dropping a huge elbow into his opponent’s sternum.

Mark: Too Magnificent back in the driver’s seat.

Susie: Awww, I’m not allowed to drive in cars, not sense the lawsuit.

Too Magnificent gets up, rushes into the ropes, bounces off and comes back in with another big elbow drop. Phantom turns onto his side covering her sternum before he’s pulled down to his back and pinned.

The somewhat bloodied Phantom gets his shoulder up, irritating Too Magnificent. He’s flabbergasted as he stands up approaching the turnbuckle, stepping over the ropes to the apron. The Golden Goliath begins to climb the turnbuckle to a loud negative reaction, reaching the top rope as he prepares for the Arrogance is Bliss. At the last second Phantom pulls down on the chain, sending Too Magnificent flipping forward then crashing viciously into the canvas.

Mark: That’s why you don’t go high risk in a chain match.

Moore: Why? Because you’ll fly? That’s awesome.

Comeau: No, no it isn’t, and neither are you.

Susie: I’ll pretend you meant that in a good way.

Too Magnificent reaches for his spine while rolling to his elbows and knees. He and Phantom are trying their best to get up, both men finally reaching their feet. Too Magnificent steps in swinging a right hand into Phantom’s face before he responds with a shot of his own. The crowd is cheering at the sight of these huge competitors duking it out between each other. Finally Phantom connects with a shot that is hard enough to knock Too Magnificent to a knee, his eyes fluttering as he attempts to remain conscious. Phantom grabs the trash can off of the canvas that he threw in earlier, turning towards Too Magnificent who pulls on the chain. As a result Phantom is dragged forward into a big boot that connects with the trash can. The steel slams violently against his face, knocking him down hard to the canvas while crowd reacts with disgust.

Comeau: Violent kick right to that trash can, caving in Phantom’s face.

Susie: These two need to stop pulling on that chain, it’s not fair. Their not dogs, I don’t think, but if they were it be funny.

Mark: How?

Moore: I don’t know.

An exasperated Too Magnificent falls back first against the ropes, leaning on them for support and giving his opposition a twisted glare. The dazed now increasingly bloodied Phantom begins to stand up when Too Magnificent wraps the chain around his fist, slugging him right to his forehead. Phantom wavers back and forth on his knees as his adversary jabs him again and again between the eyes with the chain, further opening the gash in his forehead and sending more blood dribbling down his face.

Comeau: Too Mag is absolutely busting open Phantom!

Susie: Jeez, there’s more blood on this show than at a feminist rally.

The gothic one continues to waver on his knees before his opponent drags him by the hair to his feet and now places him in a front chancery. He turns his back towards the laid out trash can and then suplexes Phantom spine first right on top of it. Phantom sits up on the canvas and the can reaching for his spine in tremendous pain. Now that he has his opponent in the prone position Too Magnificent reaches into his tights and removes a pizza cutter.

Susie: Ewww, a pizza cutter, I’m hungry.

Comeau: I think all that Too Mag is serving will be slices of Phantom.

Moore: Oh, sounds too fattening.

Too Magnificent turns to eye Robin, who is shaking her head, screaming for her adoptive son to get up. An agonizing Phantom slowly begins to roll to his knees, blood dribbling down his face as his eyes try to focus on the inbound Too Magnificent. The Golden Goliath places the pizza cutter to Phantom’s forehead, beginning to forcefully slice through his forehead with the crowd screaming. Several fans turn away in sheer disgust as blood really start to flow from Phantom’s face, Too Magnificent continuing to cut away.

Mark: This is officially getting sick.

Susie: Its almost as gross as Courtney Love.

The pizza cutter is finally removed from Phantom’s forehead as Too Magnificent steps back, licking the crimson from the circular steel. He relishes in the rich iron taste before he rushes forward and gets caught right across the throat. Before he has time to react Phantom stands and shockingly chokeslams him violently spine first into the canvas. Phantom lands on his knees beside the laid out Too Magnificent, neither man having much mobility at this point.

Comeau: Chokeslam! But it doesn’t appear that Phantom has enough to make the pin.

Susie: He’s too lazy to crawl? Buy a treadmill!

A very hurt Too Magnificent begins to stand up, slowly getting to his feet when the chain is pulled up through his legs right into his testicles. A bleeding Phantom stands behind him, repeatedly dragging up on the chain and driving it right into his opponent’s genitals over and over again. Too Magnificent hops up and down, trying to pull the chain away from his testicles before its pulled upward with such force it sends him flipping over crashing back first into the canvas. He arches his spine while slowly turning onto his side, beginning to stand up, his hand cupping his genitals.

As soon as he gets up the steel chair that was utilized earlier is swung with incredible force right over his head. The steel dents violently around Too Mag’s skull, causing him to stumble around. He tries to keep his legs beneath him as Phantom swings the chair with even greater force across the face of his opposition. This shot sounds throughout the arena, causing Too Mag’s legs to become wobbly as he tries to remain upright. An increasingly disgruntled Phantom steps back wrapping the chain around the chair then swinging it with even greater force right into the Golden Goliath’s cranium. The chain and the chair rip open the gashes that were already created in Too Mag’s head from his match against Max Craven. He tumbles onto his back, wrapping his hands around his face in anguish.

Comeau: Now Too Magnificent is bleeding, how much blood are these two going to extort from one another’s bodies.

Moore: A lot?

A dazed, bleeding Phantom throws down the chair and grabs the crimson smeared locks of Too Magnificent, dragging him up to his feet. He wraps the chain connecting their throats around Too Magnificent’s wrist oddly enough. He now pulls the chain to drag the tied up wrist of Magnificent through his leg while Phantom hooks the other leg. With all his strength he hoists Too Magnificent into the air and drops him with a pumphandle slam right on top of the chair. The pain courses through Too Mag’s frame as he arches his back from the canvas, digging his nails into his palms. Phantom pulls him down onto his back and falls into the cover.

Too Magnificent gets his shoulder up off of the canvas, kicking out just in the nick of time.

Moore: Why must there be so many close pinfalls? Doesn’t that lessen their impact?

Comeau: So does saying the same thing every time Susie?

An intense Phantom gets up and grabs the crimson smeared hair of Magnificent, lifting him upside down then dropping him with a tombstone piledriver. Phantom falls to his knees as the top of Too Mag’s head is planted into the canvas, the crowd screaming. Robin is overjoyed as Phantom falls into the cover.

Again Too Magnificent launches his shoulder from the ring, avoiding another three count.

Comeau: Phantom with the tombstone piledriver and yet Too Magnificent is still fighting.

Susie: These guys are both crazy, even crazy for my standards, and I once dated Robert Downey Junior.

The bloodied Too Magnificent is completely laid out while Phantom sluggishly reaches his feet. He can barely stands as he wraps the chain around his hands, dragging on it to pull his brutish opponent to his feet. Too Magnificent gets to his knees over the chair as Phantom continues to pull him to his feet. Suddenly the chair is lifted off of the canvas and driven into Phantom’s testicles, doubling him over. The chair is dropped to the canvas as Too Magnificent gets up, hooking both of Phantom’s arms and falling back into a double arm DDT. Phantom’s head bounces off of the steel as the bloodied Too Magnificent crawls into the cover.

To a massive reception from the crowd Phantom lobs his shoulder from the ring. Too Magnificent falls to his side, bleeding and growing more flustered than ever, his enraged eyes focusing on a smiling Brooks.

Comeau: Too Magnificent close to besting Phantom in this gorish exchange.

Susie: Hey, you can’t use the word GORE in the IWC, we’ll be sued.

Mark: LAME.

Too Magnificent gets to his feet and takes Phantom’s bloodied hair into his hands, dragging him to his feet. He glares at Robin now with twisted eyes.

Too Magnificent: This is on your head bitch!

Too Mag takes Phantom around the neck, setting up for the Midas Touch onto the chair when his brutish opponent reaches down, snatching the steel off of the canvas. He now rams the top edge right into Too Mag’s ribs, doubling the big man over. An irate Phantom now takes Too Magnificent around the cranium, hoisting him into the air and hitting a Midas Touch of his own. Too Mag is driven head first into the canvas with his own finishing move, rendering him completely unconscious. An exhausted Phantom rolls over into the cover.

Comeau: Midas Touch by PHANTOM.

Susie: That thief.

The referee makes the count.

The fans erupt as a bloodied Phantom has just picked up a big win.

Susie: That thief won, boooo, he beat the man with the burly arms.

Comeau: That he did in what was a bloodbath of a Dog Collar Match.

Too Magnificent rolls exhaustedly away from Phantom who remains spread across his back, still bleeding in a state of sheer exhaustion.

REVENGE

A very concerned Robin Brooks has obviously thrown her better judgment aside as she slips into the ring, crawling towards the bloodied Phantom. He is laid out across his back, barely coherent after the physicality in this Dog Collar match as Brooks feigns sadness for him. She runs her hands through his hair and pats him gently on the cheek as he looks up at his mother figure with affectionate eyes.

Susie: Robin makes such a good mommy. Unlike my own mother, I asked for a peanut butter sandwich once and she gave me jelly, JELLY! I still haven’t spoken to her.

Comeau: Sounds reasonable. But what a violent encounter we just witnessed Susie. I may not like Too Magnificent but he definitely put his all into this one just to come up short against Phantom.

Robin is still concerning herself, or at least pretending to, with Phantom, continuing to lavish him with attention when her hair is grabbed violently from behind. The crowd doesn’t know quite how to react as Too Magnificent drags Robin by the hair towards the center of the ring. Clearly she wasn’t prepared for this whatsoever, the massive aggressor having caught her off guard.

Mark: Now Too Magnificent has got his hands on Robin!

Moore: Why won’t he leave Robin alone, aren’t I cute, if not cuter than her?

Comeau: Well maybe, if I was plastered.

Too Magnificent smiles through the slight trickles of blood streaming down his face.

Too Magnificent: You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.

To the dismay of many, shockingly enough, the bloodied steel pizza cutter is revealed in the free hand of Too Magnificent. Robin can’t put up a fight with her hair being gripped so tightly and her head bent so awkwardly. The pizza cutter is raised into the air with Too Magnificent laughing, a damaged Phantom trying to crawl in and stop this insanity before its too late.

Susie: He’s about to cut off Robin’s face, which would make me prettier, yay.

Mark: This might be going too far, even if it is happening to Robin.

The pizza cutter is raised into the air, blood dripping from its metallic surface as it draws close to a screaming Robin’s head. Too Magnificent is truly relishing this opportunity when the lights in the Manhattan Center suddenly go out.

Susie: Are we having a rolling black out, or is this the apocalypse? If so I want to apologize for making out with my 12th grade teacher, and my 9th grade teacher, and my 4th grade teacher.

Comeau: Find a therapist quickly. I don’t know what is going on here?

The ring is nothing more than a pure black void, no other figures discernable amongst the shadows. The crowd is growing anxious, wondering what is occurring in the ring before they receive their answer. As the lights above the ring raise a thunderous reaction coincides from the screaming fans over what they’re seeing. Too Magnificent is laid out on the canvas with a badly dented up chair lying on the canvas beside his busted cranium. The camera now pulls back to reveal the culprit, LADDER.

Susie: It’s Ladder, it’s Ladder, he saved Robin Brooks!

Comeau: Uh…ummm…ahhh… WHAT?

Ladder continues to stand in the ring, several of its rungs duct taped as a result of the brutality it suffered at the hands of Too Magnificent at the last Awaken. The Cartel Champion continues to tower over the laid out Too Magnificent, showing absolutely no emotion. Robin and Phantom are curled into a corner, watching Ladder with confusion on their faces. They both seem to be asking each other how it was physical possible for Ladder to come to their rescue.

Comeau: Ladder has come out of nowhere and put the kibosh on whatever Too Magnificent was planning with that pizza cutter, I guess. Although I can’t understand how this is possible.

Susie: It’s possible because Ladder is a superhero! He’s the Alpha Generation’s white knight.

Ladder continues to tower over the laid out, motionless Too Magnificent, having received its revenge, or perhaps depended on the assistance of someone else when the lights went out to obtain such retribution.

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THE SUFFERING CONTINUES

Malicious laughter echoes throughout the backstage corridor as the camera opens to find the blood submerged face of Orlando Cruze. Shrill cries emanate from the crowd at the sight of the now FORMER World Champion propped up against the wall with claret gushing down his face. Blood drips from his chin and onto his chest as he continues to receive slaps to the face from the cackling Conspiracy members.

Pat Evans: You followed me right into our trap, how stupid are you?

More laughter comes from the Conspiracy as they tower over the seated, unconscious Cruze. Orlando has no strength to fight back, overcome by this vicious onslaught at the hands of Pat Evans, Silencer, Dan Douglas, and the new World Heavyweight Champion, Christian Savior. All four men stoop over the lightly breathing Cruze, his body showing almost zero signs of life after this disgusting, deplorable assault. Christian leans in and takes this barely coherent legend by his chin, straightening out his face so that he can see straight into his eyes.

Christian Savior: Did you think taking your title was the worse I could do to you…?

The stolen World Championship is placed to the side of Cruze’s claret covered cheeks. His blood is smeared across the surface of the prestigious golden plate.

Christian: Oh no, taking the Championship was only stage one. And if you think you got a raw deal just wait till you see what I do to your tag team partner Johnny Kingdom tonight.

The threat results in boos from the crowd, not liking the sound of this ominous threat, especially given Cruze’s current condition. Another disgusting chuckle is shared between the Conspiracy as Savior audaciously throws the World title belt over his shoulder. Douglas now crouches down close to Orlando’s ear, speaking in that shall raspy, unmistakable voice.

Dan Douglas: I told you that change was coming Cruze, and you shouldn’t have tried to stand in its way. This is what happens to those who think the individual is greater than the cause. Well, your not, and Johnny is going to learn that tonight as well.

In a truly depraved and cowardly act Dan hauls off and slaps the bloodied Cruze right across his face. Instead of eliciting a violent reaction Cruze’s head just drops to his side, his body completely unconscious. A chuckling Douglas rises to his feet, slapping his hand down reassuring on Savior’s shoulder.

Dan: Alright, we’re finished here, he’s got nothing left. Pat…

Evans looks up from his bloodied victim.

Dan: You go and take care of Aurora Rose. Don’t take it easy on her; remember what she did to you. She betrayed your trust, and now it’s time for to learn a lesson just like Orlando Cruze did.

A very silent Evans nods, seemingly somewhat unsure of himself as he throws the Submission title over his shoulder and backs away from his laid out victim. He heads towards the ring before Douglas taps Silencer on his back, snapping him out of his preoccupied state.

Dan: Silencer, I want you to go and bring Alex Ingelson to my lockeroom, understood?

Although conflicted Silencer finally nods and takes off down the opposite direction Evans was heading in. Savior smirks as he and the President are left alone.

Savior: Everything is going to plan.

Dan: Oh yeah my boy, it’s just like I promised you. You’ll leave here tonight champion, and both Cruze and Kingdom will leave crippled, hahaha.

The two slowly back away from the motionless, heavily bleeding Cruze, the former World Champion remaining propped up against the wall.

PAT EVANS © VS. AURORA ROSE

Comeau: Apparently things going exactly as the Conspiracy had envisioned. Savior is World Champion and Orlando has been left a bloodied mess.

Susie: Poor Cruzey, I send him all my best hugs and kisses.

Mark: What else can we expect here on what has been a shocking night?

Moore: Tellitubies?

The show comes back to the ring right as “Coming Undone” erupts through the PA system sending the crowd into a frenzy. Through the curtains strolls Aurora Rose to a rousing response, shooting her arm above her head into a rock gesture. Despite her mannerisms and gestures an overwhelming sense of confusion seems to hang over Aurora who bolts down the ring and slides under the ropes. She gets to her knees lifting her hand up high again in a rock gesture.

Comeau: Aurora Rose scheduled to face former lover Pat Evans in this Days of Our Lives-esque saga. This will be her first shot at a title in quite some time, will she make good on the opportunity or allow her personal feelings to skew her chances.

Susie: I’m going with the first option because it sounds more fun. Good luck Aurora, win this one for all us women. She is a woman right?

Mark: Yes, yes she is.

Moore: Yippee!

Aurora’s bewilderment is exacerbated upon the lyrics of “Outsider” playing throughout the Manhattan Center. Onto the stage emerges the Submission Champion himself, resulting in the disdain from the crowd, no one taking kindly to the sight of Pat Evans. The silent assassin shows no emotion while moving towards the ring, not even looking towards the fans but keeping his strangely callous eyes centered on the challenger for his title. He jumps to the apron, allowing his gold to slide down into his palm then throws it at the official before finally entering the ring. He and Aurora share an awkward glare, both of them a bit unsure of what is about to happen.

Mark: Pat Evans about to make his second title defense against an individual who knows him better than anyone else.

Susie: Even Scrappy Do?

Comeau: Especially Scrappy Do.

“Submission Champion” Pat Evans burns a hole through his impending opponent, Rose slipping through the cables and shooting a confused expression towards him. She takes a deep breath as the bell rings, Evans immediately starting towards Aurora with no hesitation. As a result Aurora places her legs through the ropes, her foot on the apron, causing official Wright to jump in Pat’s face, pushing him back. A sinister smirk resides on Pat’s face as he tilts his head, trying to look sympathetic towards the bewildered Aurora.

Susie: It looks like Aurora is confused as to rather or not she wants to fight that guy with the bad facial hair.

Comeau: Yes, Pat Evans. I swear to God, last week you couldn’t remember Aurora’s name, and now this week you can’t recall Pat’s.

Moore: I don’t have trouble remembering names, um, uh, daddy?

Mark: I’d kill myself if I were your father.

Aurora steps back through the ropes and shrugs her shoulders towards Pat, stepping towards him while calling out for answers. She is seemingly begging for an explanation when she’s booted to the ribs, Evans surprisingly taking her with viciousness around the neck. He establishes the side headlock then aggressively snaps her over, slamming her down spine first into the canvas with his back pressed to her sternum. The submission is applied with all the ferocity of a jungle cat, a big jungle cat, the kind with really sharp teeth. Although Rose is saddened by her lack of options she lifts her legs into the air, clamping them around Pat’s neck and pulling him down into a head scissors.

Pat immediately nips up to his feet, escaping the head scissors then turning towards Rose who rolls in reverse onto her knees. Their eyes interlock while Pat shakes his head, disgusted by her refusal to give this match her all.

Moore: Aurora still not giving this her all against the Irish sounding guy.

Comeau: Evans, PAT EVANS!

Susie: Nice to meet you Pat, I’m Susie.

Mark: Good lord.

Evans now cracks his fingers and motions for Aurora to get up, which she slowly does. Both competitors begin to circle one another before Aurora sadly bends forward, clamping her fingers together behind her back. She seems to be giving Pat a free window of opportunity, the Submission Champion hesitantly approaching her. His head shakes as he applies a side headlock only to have Aurora stick her leg in front of his and trip him over forward.

Evans crashes into the canvas while Aurora drops at his side, grabbing his arm and folding it around behind his back, applying the hammerlock. Pat grits his teeth in pain while Aurora shouts at him.

Aurora: Does this make you happy now Pat, HUH, HUH!?!

The emotionless Evans rises to his feet with Aurora standing behind him, that’s when he reaches through his legs, grabbing her ankle. He lifts up on it and causes Aurora to tumble onto her back, immediately rolling his former girlfriend onto her chest and stomach as he applies the ankle lock. A scream of pain emanates from Aurora as she pushes herself up onto her elbows and claws her way towards the ropes, Pat still twisting and ripping at her ankle.

Mark: Ankle lock by Evans! Even though Aurora may be holding back, Pat isn’t.

Susie: Wow, your both named Pat? That’s so cool.

Comeau: How much glue have you sniffed?

Although in anguish Aurora continues to scramble across the ring eventually reaching out and grabbing the bottom rope. The official steps in, starting a five count on Evans before he finally breaks the hold, stepping back with a menacing expression on his face.

Kailey Worf: Ladies and gentlemen, Aurora Rose has used her first rope break, she now has two remaining.

This announcement leads to boos from the crowd as Evans snatches hold of Aurora’s hair, dragging her up to her feet. She is spun around wedged back first to the ropes and chopped hard across the sternum. Pat remains largely unemotional yet there seems to be a hint of despair behind his blows. Nevertheless he whips her off across the ring into the opposite cables, Aurora shockingly flipping forward into a headstand where the back of her legs hit the top rope. She’s launched over backwards onto her feet before lunging into the air twisting around into a hard kick right to the Champion’s face. Pat is knocked to the canvas, writhing and rubbing at his nose while Aurora rolls away from him under the ropes and onto the apron.

Aurora stands up, shaking off any damage done to her ankle then springing to the top rope. A confused Evans has just reached his feet when Rose springs from the cables, flies through the air then levels her ex with a big clothesline. Both competitors crash to the canvas with Aurora rolling forward onto her feet, limping just a little as she continues into the opposite ropes.

Comeau: Aurora on FIRE!

Susie: NOO!

Mark: Not literally, it’s a figure of speech.

Moore: Oh, I was about to roast marshmallows.

Mark: It doesn’t look like Aurora is holding anything back now.

Aurora springs to the middle rope right as Pat is getting back to his feet, his legs wobbling beneath him. She springs off the middle rope and twists around for another lariat when Pat catches her by the arm this time. Aurora is dragged down to the canvas, being placed in the fujiwara. Evans rears back as hard as he possibly can, almost ripping her arm from its socket, causing Aurora to unleash high pitched wails of agony.

Mark: Fujiwara now applied by Evans.

As her screams of anguish reach Pat’s ears he can’t help himself from alleviating the pressure a little. This momentary lapse in better judgment allows Aurora to twist her body and place her foot over the bottom rope.

Kailey: Aurora Rose has now utilized her second rope break, she only has one remaining.

Evans breaks the submission hold before the referee can even reprimand him. He now grabs hold of her hair, dragging Aurora way from the cables then sitting her up before locking in a modified abdominal stretch. Aurora cries out in pain as Evans twists at her body parts in this seated stretch. Many of the fans are trying their best to rally behind Aurora and give her the motivation to reach the cables, which would unfortunately take away her last rope break.

Susie: How many submissions does Pat know?

Comeau: I’m guessing, a lot.

Aurora refuses to be bested, slowly starting to push herself up onto her feet while Evans stands up behind her, trying to maintain control. Just as they reach their feet Aurora drops down, her back sliding across her ex boyfriend’s stomach until she falls to the canvas across her spine. She reaches up with her legs, tucking them under Pat’s armpits and pulling him down into a forward roll. As soon as Pat ends up in the rolled up pinning predicament Aurora grabs him by the hair, turning him around and wrapping her legs around his neck, establishing the triangle choke. The crowd is erupting at the sight of this clever reversal into the deadly MMA based submission hold.

Evans tries to free himself, attempting to uncross the legs of his opponent from around his cranium. He eventually flips forward, bridging over top of her and causing Rose to have to break the submission. As a result Pat comes down across his seat at the side of the laid out Rose, wrapping his arms around her neck and applying a modified side headlock. To his dismay however, Aurora bridges her body up off her back, freeing her head from the submission then turning around to face her seated opponent’s spine. She wraps her legs around his neck pulling him down into a legs sleeper submission.

Comeau: Reversal after reversal leading back to Aurora controlling Pat via the head scissors submission.

Moore: Okay now, tap so that Aurora wins the belt and we can have a proud female champion.

Mark: We have Robin Brooks.

Susie: Yes, but I’ve selectively chosen to ignore her presence to make my point.

Pat’s face is becoming a bright shade of red thanks to the powerful thighs of Rose strangling the very life from his body. After much delay Evans rolls across the canvas onto his stomach, pulling Aurora along with him. She ends up on her hands and knees while Pat reaches out towards the ropes, grabbing the bottom one. The official jumps in demanding that Aurora break her hold.

Kailey: Pat Evans has now used his first rope break, he has two remaining.

Comeau: Pat forced to use the ropes and thus using up one of his breaks.

Aurora finally relinquishes the submission, standing up slowly while Pat utilizes the cables to pull himself to his knees. She turns towards Evans then steps in, delivering a swift upward kick right to his face, the force of which echoing throughout the arena. Pat wavers on his knees appearing almost concussed while Aurora spins around and chops him forcefully across the sternum. The strike knocks Pat backwards through the cables to the apron. The crowd is cheering on Aurora, who continues this very physical onslaught, having lost any sense of hesitation.

The reeling Submission Champion painfully pulls himself to his feet on the apron while Aurora steps in to blast him to the jaw with a forearm. Pat ducks forward and avoids the strike then dives through the ropes, twisting around to Aurora’s side, catching her around the leg then pulling her down into a school boy. Evans immediately stands up taking her around the ankle and trying to establish the ankle lock to a huge chorus of boos from the crowd.

Comeau: Pat finding a nifty way to go for the ankle lock.

Susie: He likes that hold so much he should marry it. HAHAHAHAHA... oh, I swear I should be on Star Search.

Evans continues to try and pull Aurora to her stomach in order to apply the ankle lock. He tugs on it one last time, pulling Aurora over onto her sternum when she suddenly frees her ankle, reaching back with her legs and wrapping them around Pat’s throat. She pushes herself up onto her palms then shoves herself up into the air, twisting and dragging the Submission Champion down into a modified head scissors. Evans ducks his head rolling forward across the canvas, a bit discombobulated by that last move. He rises straight to his feet then rushes at Aurora who charges forward catching Pat with another spinning head scissors. However, she transitions out of the head scissors into a modified octopus stretch. The Manhattan Center responds with a loud outburst as Aurora clamps her leg around Pat’s neck and pulls up on his arm, almost wrenching his shoulder from the socket.

Moore: Look, look, submission by Aurora, submission by Aurora.

Mark: What are you, a fucking parakeet?

The fans are cheering at the sight of Pat being doubled over, completely trapped in this submission by his ex girlfriend. He stomps both his feet and actually begins to carry the full weight of Aurora towards the cables in order to utilize his second rope break. Sadly he can’t reach the ropes as Aurora continues to exert as much pressure as possible with the hold. Suddenly he stands up though, trying to back drop her to the canvas and free himself only for Aurora to slide down his back, catching him around the waist. Pat is pulled down into a sunset flip when Aurora stands up, grabbing hold of his ankle and lifting it into the air. She rolls Pat over into the ankle lock to a loud reaction from the crowd.

Comeau: An ankle lock actually applied by Aurora Rose!

Susie: That’s amazing. I don’t know how, but it is.

The ankle of Evans is ripped violently before he ducks his head and rolls forward, pulling Aurora down into a pinning predicament. He holds onto the back of Rose’s legs, pulling down on them while sitting on her sternum. Before the official can remind him that there are no pinfalls in this match Pat sits Aurora up on the canvas trying to lock in the Time to Go to Sleep. Rose immediately rises to her feet, Evans still trying to get the hold applied when Aurora drops back to her knees, taking the Submission Champion over into an arm drag.

Susie: Awesome counter! Te-he, I screamed real loud, that makes the match more exciting.

Evans rolls forward onto his feet, turning his back and falling against the turnbuckle for support. All the while Aurora gets to her feet and now barrels forward, lunging forward into a double knee strike to his sternum. The air is knocked from Pat’s body while Aurora drops to her back, rolling in reverse across the canvas to her feet. She now goes into a cartwheel across the canvas before flipping over backwards for a reverse elbow when Pat steps out of the corner, catching her and trying for the Time to Go to Sleep.

Comeau: Pat AGAIN going for his finishing submission.

Susie: No, that big meanie pants!

Aurora powers her way in reverse, pushing Pat spine first right into the turnbuckle. He’s rammed against the corner with great force, causing him to break up his attempt at the submission while Aurora steps forward across the canvas. She turns to face Evans then rushes in, jumping into the air with a knee strike right to his face. Pat looks barely coherent while Aurora takes him around the neck, rushing out of the corner in order to hit the bulldog.

That’s when Pat drops down out of the bulldog position to his knees behind Aurora, taking her around the ankle and lifting it into the air. Aurora crashes to the canvas while Pat stands up behind her, applying the ankle lock for a second time to another loud outcry from the crowd.

Mark: Ankle lock applied yet again in this back and forth encounter.

Susie: I can’t keep track of all these counters, this wasn’t in my job description.

Screams of pain erupt from Aurora as she pushes herself up to her elbows, refusing to tap out to the submission that Evans now has established. She crawls towards the ropes, trying her best to reach them then finally extending her hand and wrapping it around the bottom cable.

Kailey: Aurora Rose has now used her final rope break, she is no longer allowed to use the ropes to escape submissions.

The official jumps in front of Pat, demanding that he break the submission before he forcefully drags Aurora away from the ropes to the center of the ring, keeping the ankle lock applied. He twists with greater force and aggression at Aurora’s ankle as she finds herself on the brink of tapping out. The official is still demanding Pat break the hold when Aurora rolls onto her back, wedging both feet to Evans’ sternum then pushing him off. He falls to his back with Aurora sitting up, grabbing his ankle then standing. Pat is rolled onto his stomach and placed in the ankle lock by Aurora to screams from her supporters.

Comeau: Aurora has the ankle lock on Pat again!

Susie: They both love this submission so much they should marry….

Mark: You just did that joke two minutes ago, and you stole it from Pewee Herman for crying out loud.

Evans forces himself from the canvas, gritting his teeth in pain as Aurora twists violently at his ankle. He now begins to crawl towards the cables, reaching out and grabbing the bottom one, resulting in pure negativity from the fans.

Kailey: Pat Evans has now used his second rope break, he has one remaining.

Aurora now refuses to break the hold on Evans, dragging him away from the cables back to the center of the ring amongst cheers from the crowd. Pat wedges his hands to the canvas, shoving himself up and continuing to roar in pain. The official steps in front of Aurora, demanding that she break the hold, starting a five count on the verge of disqualifying her. She reaches four before Aurora breaks the hold, Rose limping forward into the ropes. She bounces off coming back in at Evans who pushes himself to his knees, she dives forward into a front dropkick connecting right against his jaw.

Susie: You go girlfriend!

Comeau: Aurora knocking Pat out.

Evans rolls across the ring gripping at his face then ending up on the apron stretched across his back. His eyes are fluttering to remain conscious while Aurora limps across the ring in his direction. She reaches through the ropes, taking Pat by the hair then forcing him up to his feet slowly. The groggy Submission Champion begins to stand when he suddenly delivers a vicious knee strike right to Aurora’s face, rendering her almost unconscious upon impact. He grabs her by the hair in order to keep her head stuck through the rope and now reaches over the cables, taking her by the back of the pants. He lifts up on her tights causing Aurora to turn upside down and for her legs to be stuck over the top rope. He grabs them then sticks his legs through the middle rope, wrapping them around in front of Rose’s shoulders. The crowd screams at the sight of Evans locking in the Liontamer around the ropes.

Mark: Evans applying the Liontamer through the cables, I can only imagine what type of anguish Aurora is in.

Susie: I don’t want to imagine it, I want to use my imagination to pretend I’m a Care Bear.

Aurora is still calling out in pain while Pat twists her body around the ropes, the official inquiring as to rather or not she submits. The pain is just too much for her to handle, finally shouting the words “I Quit.” The referee turns signaling for the bell to boos from the crowd, Evans immediately breaking the hold.

Susie: Oh booy!

Comeau: Aurora finally submitting as the Liontamer through the ropes was just too much for her to stand.

Aurora crumbles to the canvas, reaching for her back and her legs. The Submission Champion re-enters the ring, staggering a bit then being handed the title. He throws it over his shoulder, almost collapsing under the weight then turning towards the laid out Aurora, who is beaming a furious yet confused glare in his direction. The Champion displays this same bewilderment before lifting the gold into the air, seemingly rubbing it in her face. He tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders much to Aurora’s anger.

Mark: Aurora gave it her all here tonight but Pat Evans emerges still Submission Champion.

Susie: Maybe they’ll get back together now that they beat their hostilities out of each other, wouldn’t that be romantic?

Comeau: Twisted is the adjective I’d use.

Aurora and Evans continue to exchange piercing glares.

RAISING THE STAKES

As the exchange of awkward stares before former lovers continue…

WAKE UP

...is screamed over the PA system, sending those in attendance into a wave of sheer pandemonium. They jump from their seats with arms raised high and lungs exploding with cheers. Almost everyone is excited at the sight of “The Team Leader” Johnny Kingdom sauntering through the curtains and onto the stage, microphone gripped in hand. Suspiciously his Tag Team title belt is missing yet again as Johnny slowly progresses towards the ring.

Mark: It seems that we’re being graced with the presence of former World Champion Johnny Kingdom.

Moore: His presence is heavenly. I just decided I like Johnny Kingdom by the way, I even made him an early Valentine Card, I just hope he likes cute puppy pictures as much as I do.

Pat Evans doesn’t appear very accommodating to Kingdom’s presence, cracking his knuckles in preparation for picking up where the two left off at Awaken. Johnny doesn’t hesitate even for a moment as he climbs up onto the apron, his eyes interlocked with Evans, who is eager for a fight.

Susie: Uh oh, are these two going to brawl again? Why can’t they get along?

Aurora has rolled to the outside to avoid this conflict, but seems to be hoping that Evans will get what’s coming to him. Johnny hesitates only a moment on the apron before slipping through the cables and into the ring, moving straight towards the Submission Champion. Just before the two can go at it, Evans rolls under the ropes to the outside, blowing Kingdom off with a dismissive wave of his hand.

Evans: Savior will take care of you tonight.

A condescending smirk is present on Kingdom’s face as he shakes his head, watching Evans vacate the ringside area. The Team Leader shrugs before lifting the mic to his lips.

Kingdom: How disappointing.

Cheers and boos are heard from the crowd as Evans continues up the ramp and through the curtains.

Johnny: Oh well, I should have realized the Conspiracy doesn’t even have one testicle shared between all four of them. But gender ambiguity aside I came out here with an objective in mind. And no, it has nothing to do with seeking revenge on behalf of Orlando Cruze, because to be honest, I thought what happened to him tonight was priceless.

A mixed reaction commences from the crowd while Johnny maintains that same arrogant smirk on his face.

Johnny: I came out here to line my already deep pockets and at the same time ensure some gold goes around this waist by the end of the night…

He motions across his gut.

Kingdom: Because I want to raise the stakes a little for my scheduled match against Christian Savior. If he wishes to prove that he is indeed endowed with some “grapefruits” then he’ll accept my challenge to make our one on one match this evening for the World Heavyweight Championship.

A huge pop emanates from the sold out crowd.

Johnny: Come on Christian, what do you say? I mean, sure you can call yourself World Champion, but it isn’t true unless you beat the best straight up. I haven’t seen you do that yet, so how about you start right here ton…

Rolling Stones’ “Paint it Black” is briefly heard throughout the arena before shifting into “Fever Dream.” This music elicits a very mixed ovation from the crowd, the fans indecisive in how to regard the Dark Man.

Comeau: Things are about to get a little more enthralling.

Susie: Yay, Desolation is coming out? I like him too, I can use him to get to Ladder.

Mark: Why you devious shrew.

Onto the stage steps an apathetic looking Desolation, a feint grin on his face. His rather emotionless eyes overlook the fans before he progresses down the ramp and towards the ring where Johnny Kingdom is waiting. The Team Leader leans back first against one of the turnbuckles, shaking his head in clear agitation over this abrupt interruption. Desolation starts up the steps and onto the apron, slipping through the ropes into the ring without even a moment’s delay. A microphone is removed from Desolation’s pants pocket, one that is slightly larger than Kingdom’s. Johnny overlooks his mic, feeling strangely inadequate now.

Desolation: Screeching sounds of a Cthulhu, don’t you ever make sense?

Kingdom grins as the detached Desolation continues.

Desolation: It’s sad Johnny, really sad, your just like all those little African American 80’s kid stars with the weird kidney disorders. You can’t grow up and you remain rooted in the past. Only your not an adorable 40 year old, plus you don’t have a memorable catchphrase and you weren’t adopted by some pedophilic seventy year old.

Laughter emanates from the crowd while Kingdom again shrugs his shoulders.

Desolation: Nobody cares about Johnny Kingdom anymore, they stopped giving a damn after your fourteenth hiatus….

Kingdom: Whoa, your ragging on me about taking hiatus’?

Desolation: Fair enough, but I don’t leave every time I lose a match, just when I start getting insanely bored. And to be honest that boredom is starting to set in again, so I’ve decided that I’ll be making myself World Champion just to spice things up a little.

Johnny finds this prospect laughable.

Kingdom: Oh really?

Desolation: Cthulhu’s tentacles, do I have to say everything twice for dramatic effect? I just thought you would like to know that I’ll be the one leaving tonight with the title. I’ve got to do something to make Ladder stop lording the Cartel title over me.

Johnny: That’s impossible; you’ll never be able to overshadow Ladder, he’s far more charismatic.

Desolation: Granted, but that doesn’t change the fact that I’ll still be leaving World Champion tonight.

He lifts his hand into the air, waving goodbye to the only IWC legend he’s yet to face in singles competition.

Desolation: Now that we’ve got that straightened out I’m going to head backstage and prepare for my match by watching old episodes of Laverne and Shirley, since Savior idolizes their hair style. You can go on and do one of your multi-million dollar, cast of thousands whatever, just stay out of my way.

He opts to leave it at that, turning to vacate the ring when his wrist is grabbed by the co holder of the Tag Titles. Such audacity doesn’t sit well with Desolation, as he glances coldly down at the hand gripping his wrist.

Johnny: I’m afraid it’s not that simple Desolation, and let’s face, what is around here?

Desolation retracts his arm, freeing his wrist from Kingdom’s clutches.

Kingdom: You don’t dictate the terms of any title matches, especially not tonight. I’m already slated to take on Christian, so it’s only natural that I should be facing him for the title as well. Besides, I’m clearly the greater marquee name here, being the longest reigning World Champion of all times and eve….

Desolation: Sure, sure, you were the longest reigning World Champion but that doesn’t mean you were the greatest. Although the ULW may have defecated rancid feces all over my title reign, I still raised the prestige of the gold. Actually, after your title reign Lord X probably would of elevated the value of the belt.

A couple of groans are heard from the fans while Johnny nods, trying not to be phased by these comments.

Johnny: Leave it to poor old loveable Desolation to tear down those who are better than him. Ever since I came back to the IWC you’ve been a fly in the ointment trying to tear away at me, but you just don’t understand. You fail to realize that I don’t respect you enough to take anything you say even remotely serious. You remind me of one of Adam Sadler’s derivative characters from the mid nineties, your nothing more than a big kid in a pudgy body.

To this Desolation appears somewhat outraged, reaching down and grabbing one of his fat folds.

Desolation: I am not pudgy, it’s pure unadulterated muscle. In fact I’ve got more muscle tone than Ivan Drago, and I don’t even need to use any performance enhancing drugs.

Kingdom: Sure you may have lots of muscles Deso, but you fail to exercise the one that counts.

Kingdom points to his temple, motioning to the brain.

Johnny: If you were thinking clearly you would realize it’s not the smartest course of action to stand between Johnny Kingdom and the World Heavyweight title.

Desolation: Someone has to, because I don’t think we could tolerate another unbearably anti-climatic 12 month title reign where you beat a few dozen emos who have no business challenging for the World title in the first place. This isn’t 2004 Kingdom, some of us have actually moved on, evolved, progressed, whatever adjective you care to use. The days of waltzing through the door and winning the title are behind you, your not Scott Scorpion or Alexander Fayt, your not even Johnny Kingdom anymore.

Kingdom: Okay, you know what, that’s enough.

Johnny slides his fingers across his throat.

Johnny: We’ve already killed ten minutes with his unentertaining banter and we’ve gotten nowhere. So what do you say we solve this the old fashioned way….

Desolation: Dance off?

Kingdom: I didn’t bring my tap shoes so no, how about for the first time ever we have Johnny Kingdom versus Desolation, winner faces Savior for the title, right here, and right now.

A loud reaction is heard from the fans, everyone going nuts at the thought of Desolation and Johnny Kingdom finally colliding after all these years. Desolation nods methodically while stepping up into Kingdom’s face, looking as if he’s on the verge of accepting the challenge.

Hold on, hold on, hold on…

To a rousing response Axl Evermore is now rolling into the ring behind Desolation. The Dark Man and the Team Leader do not take their eyes off of one another, very eager to go at it while the Fully Loaded member approaches them. There seems to be some urgency behind Axl’s steps.

Axl Evermore: Think before you leap guys.

Axl forces himself in between Kingdom and Desolation, pushing them apart much to the Team Leader’s agitation.

Evermore: Come on now, CALM DOWN! Look at you two, you should be ashamed of yourselves.

Johnny’s face twists with confusion while Desolation maintains a sophomoric grin.

Axl: Here one of you have the opportunity to take the World title off of Christian Savior and yet you’re too busy fighting amongst yourselves? Ridiculous. This isn’t the playground and you two aren’t squabbling over who gets the monkey bars first, this is the World Championship we’re talking about. And I think that no matter how different we are, we can all agree that the last person who should have that belt is a member of the Conspiracy.

Despite both men’s determination to inflict pain on each other they can’t help but to hear Axl out.

Evermore: This is exactly what the Conspiracy wants. They want you two to destroy each other so that there’s nobody left to challenge for the World title. Don’t fall into their trap, BE COOL.

The more they think about it the more sense Axl is making, although it may pain Kingdom to admit it. After a few moments Desolation becomes strangely serious, lifting his palm into the air.

Desolation: Axl’s right, I can wait my turn. No need to jeopardize the possibility of one of us taking that title off of Savior, so I’ll let you beat him tonight, as long as you name me number one contender.

The fans have a mixed response, some wanting to see Desolation vs. Kingdom, and others anxious to watch the Team Leader defeat Savior for the World title. Johnny leaves Desolation hanging, not reciprocating the handshake as he lifts the mic to his lips.

Johnny: Sure, why not? It’ll give me something to do next week. So after I disgrace Savior tonight, you’ll be next in line.

Johnny still doesn’t shake Desolation’s hand which slowly lowers to the side of the demonic Dark Man. A snide grin has settled on Desolation’s face as he slowly begins to back away, Evermore chattering away into his ear, trying to talk some sense into him. The camera zooms in on the stoic face of Kingdom as he watches rivals turned friends vacating the squared circle.

Mark: That’s a shocker, Desolation graciously allowing Kingdom to possibly face Christian Savior for the World title, as long as he’s named as the next challenger for the belt.

Susie: That was tenser than Janet Reno’s shoulders.

Desolation and Kingdom exchange one more long glare as the show cuts to commercial break.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

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THE DEPARTED

The flashing lights of an ambulance reflect from the cold gray walls of the enclosed parking facility. EMTs are just closing the back doors to the large red vehicle, presumably locking the half dead body of Orlando Cruze inside.

Mark: Welcome back to Riot! and as you can see, unless your blind or retarded, EMTs have loaded Orlando Cruze into an ambulance.

Susie: Why?

Comeau: So he can get help.

Moore: Ohhhhhh…cute.

The emergency technicians slap the back doors of the ambulance which finally takes off, heading out of the building with sirens wailing.

Mark: We’ll keep you informed on Cruze’s condition the second we receive word from the hospital.

Susie: Silly Mark, hospitals can’t talk, or can they? I sure hope not, I wouldn’t want that last hospital I was at to tell anyone about the embarrassing boil I had to have lanced there. It had hair on it and everything.

FALCO VS. ARCHERON VS. SILENCER

The lights fade to black before Hymns can be heard on the titantron, sung by a choir of angelic voices. These voices are praising God as a single blue spot light appears on the stage.

The voices fade and all becomes black but the spotlight. All is silent...quiet like the dead.

"In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost...Amen...Lay Victus..."

The arena comes to life as "My Spirit Will Live On" by Dragonforce echoes through the arena. Lights began to flash all around the arena, illuminating sections for a few seconds before moving on. Smoke suddenly appears on the stage.

With the roaring of the crowd, a lone figure ascends from the fog, his blonde hair being blown slightly by the stage's fans. With his white trenchcoat, also blowing behind him and trademark leather pants, the crowd knows this man by one name...

Archeron Pentatholas Cavalcante raises his left hand as he comes completely into view of his fans. Before it reaches the top, The Humanoid Typhoon turns it so the palm faces the ring. Bringing it down hard against the ground, his right leg shoots out to the side. Fireworks explode behind him in a row one right after the other. It is only when they have stopped that Archeron, with a look of absolute concentration, pulls his hand back behind him. As he does, sparks rise from the ground where his hand was.

Walking through the sparks, Archeron descends upon the ring, the smoke making it seem as if he were floating, the blue light still staying on him. He stares up at the ring, the smoke filling ringside with each passing second. With a flash, he slides into the ring, the flashing lights suddenly stopping as the blue spot light remains on him.

Standing in the center of the ring, he looks left, then right, then with a smile on his face, Archeron performs his taunt again, this time, the very lights that had been flashing explode, along with the blue spot light, leaving everyone in dark.

When the lights illuminate the arena again, Archeron is seen without his jacket on and still standing in the middle of the ring as if he didn't move. His Jacket is now placed on the ring pole and remains perfectly still. Archeron maintains his smile as he turns to the audience and awaits tonight's sacrifice.

Comeau: We go from a sacrificed Icon to a man looking for a sacrifice in the form of Archeron Pentatholas. We didn’t get a taste of what this guy is capable of at Awaken, but hopefully tonight we’ll find out what this man can actually do in the ring.

Susie: I hope it’s headstands, headstands are NEAT.

Comeau: Uh sure. But tonight Archeron will not be hiring anyone to do his dirty work for him because he will be handling matters on his own presumably.

You can’t quit until you try
You can’t live until you die
You can’t learn to tell the truth
Until you learn to lie

You can’t breathe until you choke
You gotta laugh when you’re the joke
There’s nothing like a funeral to make you feel

ALIVE!

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. Archeron observes him with a tilted head and a slight smirk.

Comeau: The more we see of the Conspiracy tonight the greater I’m repulsed. Right before this match we saw Orlando Cruze transferred via ambulance to the hospital thanks in large part to this man, Silencer, and his associates.

Susie: Your silly, if Silencer is driving the ambulance then how is he here?

Mark: I don’t mean he literally took him to the hospital, I mean he caused Cruze to have to go to the hosp….Jesus, how can you be this stupid?

Moore: Practice?

Silencer and Archeron continue to observe one another with great scrutiny. As Dragonforce's through the fire and the flames blasts through the speakers, the crowd starts applauding as smoke fills the entrance way. Sure enough out walks Myles Warren, known to the fans as Falco, the Fighter for Hire. He brushes back his hair before looking to the ring. With a smirk, he runs down, sliding into the ring. He gets to his feet and leans on the ropes raising his fist in the air. He lowers his hand slowly and points to a beautiful female in the audience. He motions for her to come into the ring. Security lets her in. When she is in the ring, Falco looks her over before turning his back to her. He holds out his arms and she gently takes off his jacket, revealing a tattoo identical to the symbol on his jacket, the symbol for bad. Two dragons, one blue and one red start at his lower back, criss crossing several times and then branching out down his arms. He turns around and gives the stunned woman the kiss of her life, before holding open the ropes for her, and having security escort her out. He jumps to and sits on the turnbuckle, lighting a smoke while he eyes both of his opponents carefully, particularly Archeron.

Susie: He’s smoking a cigarette. What an anti-hero.

Mark: Indeed. But what the hell is Falco doing out here? I thought Axl Evermore was suppose to compete in this triple threat.

Falco approaches the referee, whispering something into his ear, the official nods and then shouts towards Kailey Worf on the outside of the ring. She relays the official’s message.

Kailey: Ladies and gentlemen, I’ve just been informed that Axl Evermore has hired Falco as his replacement in this match.

This news doesn’t sit very well with Archeron.

Comeau: Well, there’s my explanation.

The Fighter for Hire, Falco is present in the ring, glaring across at Archeron and Silencer, all three men exchanging suspicious glares.

Comeau: And the stars are aligned for this three way dance, which becomes much less random now that Axl Evermore has purchased the services of Falco. The Fighter for Hire has some serious differences with the Humanoid Typhoon after he abandoned him at Awaken.

Susie: Pentacle is in a lot of trouble.

Mark: That’s Pentat….forget it, I’m just wasting my breath.

Moore: Yep, because I’m not listening.

Silencer suddenly bolts straight across the ring at Falco who ducks down and catches the Conspiracy member with a back drop that sends him flying over the ropes. He comes crashing down right into the outside mats while Falco makes a B-line towards his former employer, Archeron dropping to the canvas and rolling under the ropes. He falls feet first to the mats and turns back towards the ring, shaking his head with a slight grin on his face, refusing to get involved in this encounter.

Susie: Archie leaving the ring, why’d he do that?

Comeau: He’s continuing to play some mind games with Falco it would appear.

Silencer slides into the ring behind Falco and catches him with a roll up from behind.

Falco kicks out of Silencer’s attempted school boy pin, dropping to his knees in the process. His opponent stands up in front of the kneeling Falco and now steps in for a superkick to his jaw. The Fighter For Hire ducks it, Silencer stepping behind him then having both of his arms grabbed from behind. He’s now dragged down into a back slide.

Silencer kicks out, rolling over onto his knees then standing up quickly when Falco jumps into the air, wedging his feet to his ribs. He drops onto his back and monkey flips the Conspiracy member high into the air. Silencer catches tremendous height then comes crashing down spine first into the canvas, gritting his teeth in pain. Falco nips up onto his feet with grace and finds himself continuing to glare at Archeron at ringside. Pentatholas continues to refuse entering the ring.

Comeau: Falco with great agility taking it to the Conspiracy’s Silencer.

Susie: Falco is like a slinky, he’s so graceful he’s probably made of little steel coils.

Mark: Yes, and your brain is made of Swiss cheese.

The Humanoid Typhoon observes from ringside as Falco settles his sights on Silencer, who is struggling towards his feet. As soon as he reaches an upright base he’s chopped rather viciously across the sternum, knocking him back first against the ropes. He bounces off and comes staggering forward into Falco who catches hold of his arm, trying to drag him down into the fujiwara. However, Silencer finds a unique counter, cartwheeling over across the canvas onto his feet then reversing the wrist lock onto Falco and dragging him forward. He is caught by the leg and hoisted into the air before finally being planted face first into the canvas via the flapjack.

Mark: Nice transition by Silencer into that one man hot shot on Falco, but he’s got to keep on him if he wants to emerge victorious from this contest. It would be just another feather in the caps of the Conspiracy here tonight.

Susie: I like caps but I hate feathers.

Comeau: Noted.

Silencer now audaciously nips up to his feet, showing off the same way that Falco did a few moments ago. A conniving smirk resides on Silencer’s face before he turns towards Falco who suddenly catches the showboating star with a small package.

Silencer kicks out, avoiding defeat while Archeron smirks pleasantly at ringside. Both the Conspiracy member and the Fighter For Hire rush to their feet but it is Falco who is sent crashing right back down to the canvas via a hard back elbow from Silencer. He now turns and rushes into the ropes at the laid out Falco’s side, bouncing off the cables then going into a cartwheel and ending with a back flip moonsault onto his opponent. He crashes onto him and hooks his leg.

Falco lobs his shoulder from the ring, avoiding defeat. Silencer immediately takes him around the neck in a dragon sleeper, bridging him up to his feet before connecting with a windmill diamond cutter. Falco is slammed face first into the ring, rolling over onto his back as Silencer gets to his feet and jumps over him, rushing into the ropes then springing to the middle cable. He takes flight, twisting in mid-air then coming down right across Falco’s throat with a leg drop.

Moore: Silencer is more graceful than a ballerina, do you think he was ever….

Comeau: No, I’m sure he was never in the ballet.

Susie: Huh? I was going to ask if he was ever a James Bond villain.

Silencer holds his posterior upon rolling away from Falco, who sits up gripping at his throat in pain. With great haste Silencer crawls up behind Falco and lunges into a sleeper hold, tightly clamping his arms around the throat of the masked competitor. To his dismay his opponent bridges his way up to his feet and now slips around behind Silencer, wedging his hands to his back and shoving him forward into the cables. Silencer bounces off the ropes and comes rushing back in at Falco who jumps into the air, twisting around with a back elbow that connects right to the sternum of the Conspiracy member. Both men go down hard yet Falco is shockingly right back to his feet, stomping around the ring in a highly motivated manner.

Comeau: Falco now getting fired up in this fast paced back and forth three way which has now become a singles match.

Susie: Archeron sure is screwy, he won’t even wrestle. What does he even get paid for?

Mark: I ask the same question about you every week.

A stunned Silencer is quickly getting to his feet when Falco takes him by the wrist and whips him off into the turnbuckle. Silencer jumps into the air landing feet first on the second rope however, springing off and twisting around for a crossbody. Unfortunately he connects with nothing more than canvas as Falco clears out from under him. Silencer bounces from the ring up to his knees while Falco comes barreling towards him, jumping into the air with a shinning boot right off of his opponent’s knee. Silencer seems knocked out by the shot as Falco falls to the canvas, rolling across it to his elbows and knees. Archeron claps on the outside of the ring, pleased with what he’s seeing as Falco gives him a stern glare.

Mark: Falco really cooking.

Susie: Yay, I hope he’s making smores, I love smores.

The crowd is getting pumped up as Falco drags Silencer to his feet at this point, turning him around so that he’s placed in position for the Skeleton Key (Vertibreaker). Silencer flips over though, landing on his feet behind Falco who turns to face him only to be caught across the sternum for the Break the Silence (Flipping Rock Bottom). The Fighter For Hire is able to push Silencer off at the last second, sending him into a spiral. As soon as Silencer turns back to face Falco he’s taken down with a hard running STO. The Conspiracy rep is driven forcefully into the canvas while his opposition kneels beside him, trying to catch his breath. He slowly gets to his feet and takes hold of Silencer’s hair, dragging him to a standing base as well.

As soon as they get up Silencer rakes the eyes of the hired gun, ripping right through his mask to do so. The pain causes Falco to turn away while Silencer blasts him hard over the upper back with a clubbing blow then spins him around and whips him into the turnbuckle. Falco charges at it and steps up the corner, reaching the top rope then launching himself off into a twisting whisper in the wind. He comes crashing down right on top of Silencer, also hitting the ring hard spine first himself.

Comeau: What an aerial move from Faust.

Susie: He spun around like a tornado, a big tornado, just like the one in the Wizard of Oz.

Comeau: Your precociousness only further aggravates me.

The landing from the whisper in the wind seems to have enflamed Falco’s back with pain, causing him to roll away from Silencer unable to make the cover. He is unaware that Archeron is now climbing to the top rope and is taking flight, soaring through the air with a frog-splash that connects straight across Silencer’s mid-section.

Comeau: Now Archeron is getting involved!

Falco’s back is turned towards this action while the official makes the count, Archeron officially pinning the laid out Silencer.

Suddenly Archeron is pulled off of the cover at the last second from behind, the crowd screaming as Axl Evermore rolls into the ring.

Comeau: Wait, why is Axl back out here, I thought he hired Falco as his replacement.

Moore: This night has been so confusing it makes my ovaries ache.

Archeron jumps to his feet then turns towards Falco, who has slipped through the ropes onto the apron with a smile on his face. He is waving goodbye to Archeron who is suddenly spun around by Evermore and scooped into the air by both arms. He is now driven down head first into the canvas with the Flipside. The highly cunning Archeron has been outsmarted as Axl pushes him over onto his back and hooks his leg, lifting a microphone from his pocket then placing it to his lips.

Axl: Yeah, I’ve decided that I’m retracting my offer to Falco, so make the damn count!

The official looks around in confusion before shrugging and dropping to the canvas, making the three count to a loud reaction.

Axl has done it, he’s won this match, having tricked Archeron into getting involved in this match so that he could get the drop on him instead of it being the other way around.

Comeau: Another wacky match conclusion here tonight, Axl Evermore originally subbed himself for Falco but then reversed that decision to get himself back into this triple threat.

Susie: Is any of this legal?

Mark: Well, Axl was the one originally slated to compete in this triple threat, so I’m assuming he’s in the right here.

Falco is laughing hard on the apron over Archeron’s misfortune while Axl gets up and does a half hearted bow towards the crowd. He stands up over top the bodies of Silencer and Archeron before waving to the screaming fans, stunned by the conclusion of this contest.

Comeau: How much further are the rules going to be bent here tonight on Riot!?

Axl slips through the ropes and drops to the outside mats, stepping up the ramp while Desolation now saunters onto the stage, actually clapping for Evermore. Two sets of bags are over Desolation’s shoulders, one belonging to him and the other the property of Axl. As the Fully Loaded member approaches the Dark Man he wipes fake sweat from his forehead, and acts as if he was exhausted by that encounter.

Susie: Hey, why is Desolation clapping for Axl, their not suppose to like each other, their suppose to be enemies. Why can’t people be more one dimensional?

Mark: We all can’t be like you Susie.

Moore: Awww.

Desolation throws Axl his bag as they start towards the back.

Desolation: I don’t want to hear any jokes about carrying your bags. Besides, it’s more of a purse.

Axl: It’s a duffel bag dammit!

Falco remains on the apron, glaring into the ring at the laid out Archeron with a big smile on his face.

UNUSUAL ALLIANCES

To thunderous applause the face of Riggs comes into the camera’s view, his eyes narrowly focused on the corridor stretched out before him. Some of the paint has been melted from his skin thanks to the intense battle he waged against Hurse earlier in the evening, yet he cares little about obscuring his identity. His focus remains unwavering before he hears the sound of a hiss. Riggs pauses, looking to his side to try and find some type of air leak only for his eyes to settle on the curvaceous frames of Faust’s femme fatales.

Saan: Why it’s that beautiful painted traveler.

Marisha: Where does your journey take you Mr. Enigma?

Confusion sweeps over the painted warrior as he observes the trio of seductive yet sadistic lovelies. They are spread out over a sofa, arms placed across each other’s shoulders and leaning rather alluringly against one another’s bodies.

Delania: Maybe you would like to take a moment and sit with us for a spell.

Riggs seems rather tentative to agree to this proposal, beginning to slowly shake his head.

Marisha: Don’t worry, we won’t bite, yet.

Smiles slip over their faces while patting an empty portion of the sofa between them. Riggs continues to hesitate before finally giving in without understanding why.

Riggs: Why not, I’ve got nothing better to do.

Riggs slips onto the sofa between the captivating lasses, who immediately fondle him lightly, rubbing their long, dagger like nails over his shoulders and through his hair.

Riggs: So not that I’m opposed to the attention but what do you fanged beauties want from me?

The same almost conniving smiles loom over their slender faces. Saan breaks an otherwise awkward silence by taking Riggs under the jaw, turning his head to stare into her eyes.

Saan: So distrusting. Maybe we just wanted to spend some time with you, pick your brain, and other parts of your anatomy.

This statement makes the painted veteran roll his eyes.

Riggs: I’m assuming that your getting to some type of point.

Marisha: So you’re a man who seeks answers?

Riggs: I’m more of a man who gets irritated with these circular conversations.

Delania: You should practice some patience, learn to go with the flow and embrace life.

Riggs’ frustrations are mounting.

Riggs: I didn’t realize this was going to be one of those Tony Robbins self help seminars.

Saan: It’s not smart to ridicule our guidance handsome.

Delania: Especially when we’re trying to help you.

Riggs: Oh really? And how do you intend to do that, make my rivals slip in bat guano.

Marisha: No, our Master can help you find guidance, he can put you on a path.

Delania: You’ve been directionless Riggs, but Faust can help you find your way.

Saan: He saw a part of your character that everyone else in this company lacks, courage.

Their harmonic voices are beginning to enthrall Riggs, who finds himself sinking further into the cushions of the sofa, almost in a trance.

Delania: You stood up against the Conspiracy even when you realized that it could cost you your career.

Marisha: You have pride, and that’s rare.

Delania: But how far are you willing to take this?

Riggs’ interest is further peeked.

Riggs: What do you mean?

Saan: Sure, you turned against the Conspiracy, but are you willing to see this through to the bitter end?

Delania leans in close to Riggs’ neck, brandishing her fangs.

Delania: Are you willing to suffer the slings and arrows of your decision? Are you ready to finish what you’ve started?

Marisha: Are you prepared to truly stand against the Conspiracy?

As three sets of fangs move towards both sides of his throats Riggs breaks out into laughter. His reaction strikes the ladies as particularly odd. He now rises to his feet, turning to look down on the enchanting ladies.

Riggs: I don’t think you all realize just how dedicated I am. I don’t need to stand here and reassure you ladies of my resolve because I know what I’m prepared to do. If Faust wants in on it, if he wants to help me get those Conspiracy bastards then he can find me himself.

Marisha: Oh, he will. But FAUST may not be the one who finds you.

A demonic giggle is exchanged between the ladies. Riggs appears perplexed by this comment.

Riggs: Good, I’ll be waiting for him.

Riggs walks away, leaving the ladies seated on the sofa overlooking each other with grins.

Saan: This went exactly as Faust planned, the CHANGE is almost near.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

IWC….what more needs to be said?

THE SEARCH BEGINS

Axl Evermore: No, no, no, how can you sleep at night after saying something like that?

Shockingly Axl Evermore and Desolation are making their way towards the exit of the building, bags placed over their shoulders and conversing rather pleasantly with one another. This is quite the bewildering sight given their extensive, brutal history with one another especially over the past couple of months.

Axl: I don’t think I’ve ever been this offended in my life. How dare you, how DARE you sir. Mr. Papadapolis was a much better father than Mr. Drummond.

Desolation: Preposterous. Mr. Drummond was a single father, it made him more sympathetic.

Evermore: Sure but your forgetting that whole incident with the bike store owner and the inappropriate touching. That never would have happened on Mr. Papadapolis’ watch.

Desolation concedes on that point but refuses to throw in the towel on the debate.

Desolation: Okay, but I just have two words, Dana Plato.

To this Axl is stuck for a response, pausing just on the verge of stepping through the exit.

Axl: Are we talking pre-drug addiction Plato, or post porn Plato?

Desolation: Obviously I’m referring to the young, hot Dana Plato. Any man who produced that automatically wins father of the year.

Evermore: Hmmm, okay, I guess I can’t argue with that logic. Although Mr. Papadapolis’ wife was kinda hot too.

Desolation shrugs.

Desolation: Maybe, if I were drinking and inhaling varnish fumes.

The door leading into the still night air is pushed open as both Desolation and Axl vacate the premises, leaving the Manhattan Center. Oddly enough they are not hanging around to see the outcome of the potential World title match, and their buddy, buddy attitude is quite perplexing. To add even further confusion to this moment moans of delight can be heard in the background.

The camera turns rather slowly to settle on an aged janitor mopping the floor. He does his job in a droll manner, dully turning in circles as he mops the ground of filth. Only occasionally does he look up with nervous eyes towards the source of the delightful, highly sexual moans. Although he’s bothered by these sounds he’s not bothered enough to stop doing his job.

Oh baby, yes, YES!

As the camera settles on a seated Max Craven he unleashes almost euphoric screams, as if he is having the male equivalent of an orgasm. His jaw hangs open with drool seeping from the corner of his mouth, hopping around in his seat with his hands squeezed tightly together.

Max: Keep going, keep going, I’m almost there. YES, YES, YES!!

The janitor glances up yet again as his withered frame continues mopping the floor.

Craven: Your perfect you sexy beast you. Work it, work it. Take it off sugar!

Dollar bills are fished out of Craven’s pocket and thrown towards the confused janitor.

Max: You’ll make an ideal addition to my Search for the Next Great Porn Star. Oh God, oh God, oh yes, MORE, MORE, MORE, OHHHHH!!

He is almost overloading as he leans back in his chair, actually falling to the ground while the janitor continues to mop in a truly dull manner.

ROBIN BROOKS © VS. DAVID FREAK

Paul Stanley's "Live To Win" roars over the PA system as Freak immediately appears on the stage flexing and showing off. Sparks fly about the stage as he makes his way down looking quite assured of himself and giving a second look to a few women. He reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope. He stands and struts to the middle of the ring flexing and raising his arms taking in both boos and cheers.

Mark: Max Craven gearing up for his Next Great Porn Star Search, but we’re preparing for X-Class title action up next with David Freak on his way to the ring. This will be his first title opportunity since joining the IWC, and he looks prepared to make good on it.

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

Rah! Rah!
Rah! Rah!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Eeeeeeeyow!

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

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

The curtains start to move and out runs the energetic yet egotistical Robin Brooks, many of the fans disgusted by her presence. She wears an angered expression on her face as she extends her arms out to her sides, pyrotechnics erupting. Despite everything that has happened to her tonight she seems ready for some intense in ring action, spotting David warming up for this title match. She now bolts down the ramp and slides in under the ropes with the X-Class title glistening around her waist.

Comeau: Here is another person I grow more disgusted with each and every time that I see her.

Susie: But she plucks her nose hair.

Mark: That doesn’t matter. I mean, I don’t like Hurse, but what she did to him earlier by taking his World title match was just wrong.

Moore: And yet I found it funny.

The bell sounds with Robin Brooks warming up in a corner, hopping between feet and periodically glancing at the arrogant Freak. Laughter emanates from Freak as he brushes her off with the back of his hand, acting as if the impending competition will put zero strain on his wrestling abilities.

Susie: Freaky doesn’t look very impressed by Robin, which is shockingly, how can you not be impressed, just look at the size of her calves, their huge.

Comeau: Yes, and we all know that’s the one reason to be impressed with her.

Moore: Are there other reasons?

Finally Brooks and Freak start out of their respective corners while David bends forward to get into the Champion’s face, pompously motioning towards the canvas.

David: Okay, okay sugar knees, I’m gracious enough to let you save yourself the humiliation by just laying down right now and letting me pin you. You should be use to letting men lay on top of you.

He begins to chuckle to himself, finding his sense of humor vastly more entertaining than Robin does. Strangely Brooks is nodding her head, contemplating this proposal before dropping to the canvas across her back.

Mark: Robin is actually laying down for Freak? That’s not something I would guess she’d do in a million years.

Susie: Well your not going to be alive for a million years, so you can’t guess that long stupid.

Brooks looks up impatiently at David, who’s face fills with confliction, obviously having no idea that it would be this easy. Finally he shrugs his shoulders and steps towards Brooks, stooping down to pin her when she suddenly catches him with a small package, having suckered him in.

Freak kicks out, shocked that Brooks almost caught him. He rushes to his feet, glaring at the kneeling Black Widow who shrugs her shoulders with a smile.

Freak: Just like a woman, deceitful to the bitter end. YAH!

Again David lunges towards Robin who ducks his arms and steps behind him, hooking his pits and pulling him down into a backslide.

Freak rolls over backwards onto his feet and grabs Robin around the neck. He pulls her up to her feet then lifts her nimble body into the air for the vertical suplex. At the last second she floats over his shoulder, landing on her feet behind him then jumping into the air and tucking her feet under his armpits. She drops back, rolling David over into a reverse roll. She sits down on the back of Freak’s thighs, going for the pinfall and folding him up like an accordion.

Freak kicks out, dropping over onto his knees behind Robin then standing up and clamping his arms around her waist while she still has her back turned towards him. It’s apparent that he’s setting up for the German suplex, dropping back in order to deliver the move when Robin shockingly flips over and lands directly on her feet. She rushes backwards into the ropes, bouncing off and coming back in at David who stands to greet her with a boot. Robin drops into a baseball slide between his legs though, standing up and then jumping into the air. She lands directly on top of his shoulders with her shins then tries to flip forward into a head scissors take down. Somehow Freak maintains his footing, wedges his hands to her shins and pushes them off of his shoulders, sending her flipping over forward landing feet first on the canvas in front of him.

Freak steps in wedging his shoulder to her spine then hoisting her into the air, dropping in reverse with a huge back drop suplex.

Mark: Brooks’ speed only gave her the advantage for so long before David shut her down.

Moore: Like a robot? This isn’t the first time I’ve heard rumors about Robin being an android. I just hope she’s one of those Edward Scissorhands type of androids, the type that can cut my hair and prune my bushes.

Comeau: I don’t think you were given a mouth to speak Susie, I’m pretty sure your intended to use it the same way you earned your job.

In pain Robin turns away from David, reaching for his spine while he snatches hold of her hair, quickly dragging her up to her feet. He bends forward and takes hold of her leg, dead lifting her from the canvas and dropping back into a flapjack. Brooks slams hard face first into the ring while Freak maintains his grip on her leg, rolling in reverse and now standing over it as he applies the Boston Crab. Brooks shoves herself up onto her palms, yelling out in anguish then dragging herself towards the ropes, hoping to reach them and escape.

Susie: Look, that’s unique, she’s trying to use the ropes to get herself out of this hold.

Mark: That’s not unique at all. Do you even know one thing about wrestling?

Moore: I know there’s lots of oily guys in tight fitting spandex. I thought that was all I needed to know.

Robin is only a few inches away from the ropes when Freak transitions into a modified STF, wrapping his arms around her chin and still locking up her leg between his own. He pulls back on her cranium with all the strength of his upper body yet she’s too close to the ropes, painstakingly reaching out and taking hold of the bottom one. A miffed Freak is forced to break the hold, standing up behind Robin and wrapping his arms around her waist. He pulls her up off of the canvas in a wheelbarrow position and then drops her down sternum first against the top rope. She bounces as Freak turns towards the center of the ring then drives her down into a wheelbarrow face buster right into the canvas, dropping to his seat to add emphasis to the move.

Susie: SNICKER DOODLES!

Comeau: Freak with a wheelbarrow face buster on Rob…did you just say snicker doodles?

A groggy Robin is pushed over onto her back as David drops down into a cocky pin, lifting up on just one of her legs with his spine wedged to her ribs.

The Black Widow rather valiantly launches a shoulder from the ring, further inciting David’s hostility. He grabs the very hand that was shot from the canvas, twisting it at the wrist and causing her to roll over backwards to a kneeling base. He tucks upward on the arm, causing the Champion to stand up completely then sticks out his leg, placing it across the back of her neck. He seems to be setting up for the Overdrive when at the last second Robin spins out of position for the move, turning around to face Freak’s back. She charges forward and grabs him by the back of the head, perhaps setting up for a face buster. Unfortunately for the Champion, David palms her back and sends her rushing forward into the cables.

Robin bounces off and comes rushing towards Freak who bends down for the back drop. She stops in front of him at the last second, catching him around the neck then jumping into the air, pulling David down into a face buster.

Susie: She countered by putting Freaky’s face into the ring, that was SICK!

Comeau: Um, it was a pretty basic but definitely effective facebuster. You seriously need to learn some things about wrestling Susie, I mean, you probably don’t even know who Kenta Kobashi is.

Moore: Is it a type of grill?

Robin drops onto her back, taking deep breaths after the brutality that she’s sustained thus far. The aggravated Freak rolls to his seat, rubbing at his face while the Champion reaches her feet, rushing into the cables in front of him. She ricochets from them, charging back at David who suddenly nips up and lunges into the air, delivering a diving back elbow into her inbound sternum. Robin is knocked to the canvas while David turns and lands at her side, a sneaky grin settling on his face. He rises to his feet then steps to her side dropping down knee first right into her face. The impact causes the Black Widow to sit up scraping at her features in anguish while David slides in behind her, clamping his arms around her neck.

Comeau: Sleeper established by Freak.

Susie: Yeah, it is making me sleepy.

David tightly applies the hold, strangling the life from Robin’s cranium as she agonizingly begins to stand. She finally reaches her feet when Freak takes her around the neck and drops her down across the back of her head right onto his knees. The modified neck breaker is only stage one of the move as he keeps hold of her neck, employing this grasp to roll her to her knees then place her in a front chancery. He drags her up to her feet then hooks her leg, snapping back into a fisherman suplex.

Brooks launches her shoulder from the ring, again avoiding the three count much to Freak’s displeasure.

Mark: Lethal array of moves hit with expert precision and timing from Freak.

Susie: Freaky is fast and strong.

Comeau: It’s FREAK for God sakes, FREAK!

Moore: It’s not nice to call him names, Mark.

Robin sits up on the canvas reaching for her spine and her neck while David rushes into the ropes in front of her, wasting absolutely no time. He bounces off the ropes and then dives forward into a sickening lariat right across her throat. Brooks is knocked onto her back from the collision, David kneeling at her side in frustration. He finally rises to his feet, extending his leg then planting it across her neck. He rolls around and wedges his forearm into her face for the pinfall.

The Black Widow pushes his arm out of her face while he takes her by the long locks of her hair, rolling her over to her knees. He now hooks one arm, then the other, dragging her up to her feet. Her head is trapped under his seat, almost as if David is going for some type of pedigree. At the last second Robin pulls his legs out from under him, causing David to land on his back with the Champion flipping forward into a jackknife cover.

David wraps his arms around her waist and bridges both of their bodies up off of the canvas. He turns holding Brooks around the waist with her head under his seat, lifting her up into the air for a powerbomb. As soon as he gets her up Robin places her hands to the top of his head, pushing herself up and over it. She lands gracefully on her feet behind him then reaches back, taking him around the neck.

Comeau: Brilliant counter and now Robin looking for the reverse neckbreaker.

David counters by abruptly dropping down onto his back behind Robin then reaching up and wrapping his arms around her waist. He shockingly rolls her over backwards into a sunset flip style pinning predicament.

Robin gets her shoulder off of the canvas, David quickly standing up and taking hold of her legs. He tucks them both under his armpits and now tries to roll her over into a double Boston Crab.

Mark: Freak looking for the double crab.

Moore: I hate crabs, they’re so itchy.

Freak can’t get her over as Robin keeps fighting it, forcing him to now tuck her arms under his pits and drop back, catapulting her towards one of the turnbuckles. She lands on the second rope feet first with miraculous grace that shocks Freak the second he turns to spot her. He is unable to block Robin who flips over backwards into the moonsault, crashing down right on top of his sternum. Both athletes tumble to the ring with Robin on top but immediately rolling away from him. She sits up gripping at her neck then rushes at the ropes, jumping to the middle one. She springs off into another moonsault crashing down right across the ribs of her challenger. David is going into convulsions while Robin falls forward, hooking his legs.

David kicks out to both boos and cheers from the crowd. A flabbergasted Robin gets to her knees, still aching as she tries her best to press the advantage. As David rolls away from her she quickly steps in and takes him around the head, beginning to lead him up to his feet in order to hit another face buster. She jumps into the air in order to hit the X-Factor style face buster when David reaches out, wedging his hands under her thighs and pushing her up onto his shoulders. He now drags her down into a sitout powerbomb counter to screams from the crowd. He leans forward, pressing his shoulders to the back of her knees.

Robin somehow kicks out, rolling over in reverse to her elbows and knees.

Susie: Is that what they call a powerbomb? Or is it something new I can name? Can I call it the Grilled Cheese Sandwich?

Mark: Yes, it was a powerbomb and God help us if your ever allowed to start naming moves.

The intense Freak gets to his feet and takes hold of Robin’s waist, dead lifting her from the canvas into a gutwrench powerbomb. As soon as he gets her up onto his shoulders she snaps back into a shocking hurricarana. David flips forward, slamming into the ring across his spine, causing him to arch his back from the ring. He slowly rolls to his feet while Brooks turns towards him still positioned on her knees. She pushes herself up into a headstand, nipping up from that position and then lunging forward into a lariat across the rising Freak’s throat. He is knocked to the canvas while Robin lands at his side, resting on her elbows and knees in a state of pain.

Moore: She’s staging a comeback, and not one of those gay Michael Jackson comebacks either. Oh who am I kidding, I love Michael Jackson, he has a monkey.

Robin sluggishly gets to her feet as does Freak, who is still reeling from this offensive flurry. He turns towards Brooks who slaps him to the gut with a hard kick before going for the step up enzugari to the back of his head. At the last second David ducks his cranium, causing Robin’s foot to miss his head and for her to land on her elbows and knees in front of him. She quickly begins to stand up only to have the back of her head palmed, David shoving her down to the canvas into a forward roll. She ends up on her feet, turning towards David who barrels in with a clothesline from hell. The crowd screams as she ducks it, David turning around to face her back when she flips completely over in reverse, hitting the Pele kick. Her shin lands right across his forehead, knocking David to the ring while Brooks lands beside him, still reeling from his earlier offense.

Comeau: Freak misses the clothesline from hell and receives the Pele from Brooks, this action really escalating.

Susie: It’s so fast my mind is having trouble figuring out what’s going on. It’s just like when I tried to watch Momento.

Mark: Be honest Susie, was it Momento, or the Smirfs?

Moore: Okay, it was the Smirfs.

Both competitors are down, feeling the results of this intense X-Class title match. After much delay Robin finally stands up and aims her back towards her laid out opponent, flipping over in reverse for the moonsault. Shockingly David gets his knees up into the air, Robin crashing down sternum first right on top of them. She cries out in pain, remaining upright but doubled over with her arms crossing her chest. David stands up in front of her, taking her around the neck and the arm, placing it in a hammerlock before falling back into the hammerlock DDT. Brooks bashes from the ring with great force, rolling onto her back while David sits up, shockingly not even going for the win despite possibly having a victory.

Freak gets to his feet grabbing Brooks by the wrist, dragging her almost lifeless body to a standing base. He drags her forward into a short arm version of the clothesline from hell, Brooks somehow ducking it at the last second and rolling forward across the ring. David turns towards her in outrage, charging forward right into a superkick from the rising Black Widow, knocking him down hard to the canvas while Robin goes into a full spin. She turns to face David then charges forward, jumping into the air with a standing shooting star press. IT CONNECTS.

Comeau: She hit the shooting star press out of nowhere!

Susie: That was flashier than an Elton John costume.

Robin hooks David’s legs as the official makes the count.

And Robin has done it, she’s retained the X-Class title after a very hard fought encounter. She sits up glowing from sweat while the X-Class title is handed to her by the official.

Susie: And Robin gets that shinny belt too? I want a shinny belt.

Comeau: Well you actually have to be good enough at something to earn one, which your not. Robin retains the X-Class title after a grueling bout here tonight.

Robin rises to his feet and glares down at the laid out Freak, giving him an upset glare. She tilts her head and bends forward, gripping the X-Class title out to her side, she seems to be waiting for him to get up so she can knock his block off.

Mark: Robin going to send a message after what happened to her earlier and to show her dominance to whomever the World Champion is.

Susie: So basically she’s being a bitch?

Comeau: Yep.

David struggles to reach his feet, holding his ribs after the shooting star press while Robin continues to lay in wait. She is anxious to regain some of her luster that was lost due to Too Magnificent’s attack earlier in the night. That’s when a strange figure rolls out from under the ring, a gentleman dressed in Voodoo style attire. He rolls in under the ropes with a big bag in his hands and his fists clinched. The figure is none other than David Freak’s associate, Jean Lafette.

Susie: Oh my God, it’s the Boogeyman! I was wondering what happened to him.

Comeau: That’s not the Boogeyman, it’s Jean Lafette, David Freak’s friend.

Robin spots the Voodoo warrior and dives through the ropes to avoid him, not caring enough to stay in the ring and fight him. Jean steps around a struggling David, pulling white dust out of the sack he’s carrying and forming a ring around Freak. He now steps back nodding towards David in the center of the circle, who looks around himself at the ring of protective salt. Freak sighs and rolls his eyes.

David: How many times do I have to tell you to stop this shit?

VINDICATION

Uneasily Alex Ingelson grips the knob of the door leading into the President’s office. The official who still features scars from the beat-down he suffered several weeks ago hesitates, unsure of what is waiting for him inside. After several prolonged moments of awkwardness he twists the knob and steps inside, moving into an almost pitch black room.

I was beginning to think you wouldn’t show up.

Ingelson swallows uneasily.

Alex: Well I’m here.

So it would seem.

A light mounted on top of a desk is switched on, illuminating the new World Heavyweight Champion Christian Savior. The crowd inside of the Manhattan Center react with dejection at the sight of the Conspiracy member, his legs kicked up and crossed over the surface of the desk.

Christian: I feel that we need to clear the air, have a seat.

He motions towards the chair positioned in front of the desk, Ingelson tentatively looking down at it.

Savior: I said SIT!

The harsh demand is enough to force Alex to take a seat.

Christian: There, that’s better.

He leans forward in Dan Douglas’ chair, interlocking his hands.

Savior: I feel that you’ve got the wrong idea about the Conspiracy, Alex. Maybe we got off to a bad start.

Alex: There’s an understatement.

Savior: You know what, for the sake of me not killing you, I’d suggest you keep your mouth shut.

The official closes his mouth and lowers his head.

Christian: Listen Alex; for the most part your expendable, we can pretty much get rid of you whenever we feel like it. But at the same time you are a veteran, and the rest of the referees look up to you, they follow your example. Unfortunately you’re setting the wrong example…

Ingelson: I’ve only ever done what was right.

Savior: No, you’ve done what you thought was the right thing, but not necessarily what’s been right for business.

Alex again becomes deathly quiet.

Christian: Sure we could terminate your services and send you packing back to England, but I’ve got other plans for you.

The World and N.H.B Champion rises to his feet, slowly making his way around the desk. He sits on the edge and stoops over Ingelson in an intimidating manner.

Savior: Firing you would be a waste, it be far more productive if we controlled you.

Alex: What do you mean?

Christian: If you fall in line, all the other officials will follow suit. It’s about time that you lead by example Alex, that you show all the other referees that you don’t screw with the Conspiracy’s authority.

Ingelson: And how do I do that?

Savior: I thought you’d never ask.

A smug grin sweeps over Christian’s face.

Christian: I’m going to give you the chance to redeem yourself and show the other referees that your only job is to follow orders. For the past few weeks you’ve constantly bucked our authority, by restarting not one, but two World title matches, and although it may be noble, it’s also very risky for your well being. Tonight your going to fix your past mistakes when you referee my match against Johnny Kingdom.

Alex looks up a bit panic stricken.

Savior: Don’t worry, your job won’t be that hard because there won’t be any rules, it’s going to be a no disqualification match for the World Title. That’s right, I’m accepting Kingdom’s challenge to make the match for the Heavyweight Championship.

Alex: That’s risky.

A laugh emanates from Christian, finding the thought hilarious.

Savior: No, no it isn’t, because your going to make sure the title stays exactly where it is.

The golden plate of the World title is tapped by the Rising Phoenix. Dread overwhelms Ingelson as he sinks into his chair, realizing what he’s being asked to do.

Christian: So tonight your not only going to ensure that I remain World Champion, but your going to show all your fellow referees, and all those who think they can stand up to the Conspiracy that pride gets you nowhere. You’re going to serve as a bright shinning example of OUR power. You’re going to show the world that there is no room for heroes in this company. Your going to do what your told, or you will suffer the consequences.

Alex’s hand slips down his sullen features.

Savior: You’re going to destroy whatever hope remains in this roster, and your going to do it tonight.

The thought of what Alex is being asked to do is almost enough to break him down into tears. He realizes that in just a few moments he’ll have to abandon everything that he believes in and follow orders.

COMMERCIAL BREAK

IWC….at least we only botch less than half the time

WEDDING BELLS

A sweaty and upset David Freak is strolling backstage, gripping at his ribs after that brutal shooting star press. His anger seems to be intensified by Jean Lafette, who provided him little assistance in his X-Class title match. Nevertheless the Voodoo practicing goliath tries to keep up with his friend as they move down the tunnel leading from the entrance ramp.

David Freak: What the hell man, you were like zero help out there?

Jean doesn’t seem to have a viable explanation.

Jean Lafette: You shouldn’t be dependent on me to win matches. Besides, you know I handle things spiritually instead of physically.

David: Well what fucking help is that? I swear you’re useless…

Krissie McMorris: BOYS!

Their argument is abruptly cut short as both Freak and Lafette settle their sights on the glowing Krissie.

Krissie: I’m so glad that I caught up with you guys….

Freak: KRISSIE!

David feigns excitement, brown nosing just a little which ultimately leads to Lafette’s disgust.

David: How can we be of service?

This question is exactly what she was hoping he’d ask.

McMorris: I don’t know if you’ve heard yet, but next week I’m officially tying the knot with Nathan Creed.

Freak: Really? Well I wish you the best of luck, may you have children with strong ankles.

David begins to move around Krissie with Lafette trying to hurry him along; unfortunately she keeps them from leaving.

Krissie: I was actually going to make a slight request. I was hoping that you would be Nathan Creed’s best man.

This request leaves David a bit confused.

David: Why me?

McMorris: Well, you’re a man of impeccable taste, high class, and incredible talent….

David: Aw, don’t make me blush.

Krissie: So I’m hoping some of those attributes will rub off on Nathan. Besides, I really don’t want to leave the decision up to him, because I know he’d end up picking Orlando Cruze or someone equally as smelly.

Jean: We would love to come but we have….

David: SURE. Why not?

A big smile forms on David’s face while Jean gives his associate a scornful glare.

Freak: I’d be more than happy to serve as best man.

McMorris: GREAT. This wedding is going to be fantastic. I’m going to have a KISS tribute band performing, I got a super special priest, and I even have a cheese platter. A CHEESE PLATTER.

David’s grin widens while he uneasily looks over his shoulder at Jean who is judgmentally shaking his head.

Ahem…sorry to ruin the fun, but I was summoned?

The crowd has a massive reaction for Aurora Rose, who stands with her arms crossed behind McMorris’ back. She still looks exhausted from her match with Evans and can barely put much pressure on her ankle but she’s still ready for a fight. Krissie turns towards her with a huge grin, David and Jean appearing disgusted by her presence.

Aurora: What the hell do you want Krissie? You told me to meet you and here I am, make it good.

Krissie: Aurora, dear, I think we got off on the wrong foot. Your friends with Nathan, so I want you to be friends with me too.

Aurora shakes her head, outright refusing to agree with these terms.

Rose: There’s like zero chance that’s going to happen.

McMorris: Don’t speak too soon because I’m prepared to extend the olive branch. I want you to be one of my Maid of Honors.

Aurora reacts to this request the same way that David did, with sheer confusion.

Aurora: Um, what? Don’t you usually ask someone who likes you to be your Maid of Honor?

Krissie: I’m not worried with such semantics. I want you to be my Maid of Honor, and you will accept, otherwise, you know, I’ll fire ya.

Aurora rolls her eyes and takes a deep breath, realizing that she’s powerless to fight this.

Krissie: So it’s settled, I’ll see you both next week at the wedding. Aurora, your dress will be delivered to you over the weekend, you’ll love it, I designed it myself. Toodles.

She waves goodbye to the trio of individuals before bumping her way past an angered Rose. Aurora watches her leave with great hostility when David Freak audaciously slips his arm over her shoulders.

Freak: Sooo, I was thinking about going stag, but if you would like to tag along side me to the wedding…

He twirls a lock of her hair around his finger.

David: I wouldn’t be opposed.

Aurora bats her eyes awkwardly before ramming the point of her elbow into David’s tender ribs, causing him to double over in pain. She now walks away while David watches her leave, overwhelmed with rage. Jean stands back trying to resist laughing but finding it quite difficult.

The show comes back to ringside where the confused voices of Mark Comeau and Susie Moore can be heard.

Susie: A wedding next week, yay! I love weddings, I hope it has a cowboy theme.

Comeau: Some odd party guests arranged for next week’s wedding, David Freak now Nathan Creed’s best man, and Aurora Rose is one of Krissie McMorris’ maid’s of honor.

Moore: All I care about is the cheese platter.

WAKE UP

These words erupt through the PA system, resulting in a loud uproar from the sold out Manhattan Center crowd. Their anticipation for another dosage of Johnny Kingdom lasts no longer as the Team Leader saunters through the curtains to the stage. Once there he beams a confident glare out over his supporters then progresses down the ramp. Black synthetic pants with his name spelt down the side cover his lower body while a “Poor Xavior” sleeveless T clings to his upper half. The magnitude of his presence increases with each stomp around the ringside area before he finally makes his way up the steps to the apron. Johnny overlooks the fans while scraping his feet against the apron then slipping through the ropes.

Mark: And we now find ourselves at the end of a crazed night of IWC action. This main event has really taken on a whole nother level of importance now that the World Championship is going to be on the line. Christian Savior won the belt under extremely jaded means earlier tonight and after being challenged by this man, he’s agreed to put that title on the line.

Susie: Such a twisted web we weave when we try to deceive.

Comeau: That saying has absolutely nothing to do with this match but thanks anyways.

Johnny Kingdom climbs up onto a turnbuckle and overlooks the fans with a rather stoic yet somewhat cocky gaze.

10...

9...

8...

7...

6...

The crowd starts booing as the countdown continues, as it signifies the arrival of a certain superstar. Their jeers quiet as the countdown reaches...

5…

4…

3…

2…

1…

A series of bright fireworks go off as people yell and boo the recognizable countdown.

You think you know me?!

I’m…

As the smoke clears, Christian Savior is seen with his back to the audience, his arms outstretched!

Falling in the black
Slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths can I ever go back
Dreaming of the way it used to be
Can you hear me

Spinning around, the figure reveals himself to be Christian Savior, wearing his black pants and phoenix-logo shirt, along with a long black trenchcoat. The World Heavyweight title is wrapped around his waist, while his N.H.B belt is positioned over the shoulder of Dan Douglas. The owner has opted to accompany Savior to the ring for this huge encounter. Looking around, a smirk soon graces Christian’s lips as the audience boos.

Falling in the black
Slipping through the cracks
Falling to the depths can I ever go back
Falling inside the black
Falling inside falling inside the black

Slowly, Savior and Douglas make his way down the ring, ignoring what words are being shouted by the audience.

Tonight I'm so alone
This sorrow takes ahold
Don't leave me here so cold
(Never want to be so cold)

Your touch used to be so kind
Your touch used to give me life
I've waited all this time, I've wasted so much time

Don't leave me alone
Cause I barely see at all
Don't leave me alone, I'm

Savior climbs up onto the apron, removing his newly won World title then throwing it over his shoulder while Douglas remains at ringside, pointing to the Champion. Alex Ingelson watches this from the corner, his eyes meeting with the Rising Phoenix’s, causing Christian to produce an unsettling smirk.

Mark: Johnny Kingdom on the verge of receiving his first World title shot in years at the expense of this truly dastardly individual.

Susie: Even more dastardly than Ronald McDonald?

Comeau: Far more dastardly. The man working in cohesion with Douglas absolutely screwed Cruze out of the World Championship tonight, and now it looks like they have yet another plot hinging on Ingelson’s involvement to keep the gold out of Kingdom’s clutches.

Moore: That is dastardly, in fact, its evvvill. Te-he.

Savior now slides through the ropes and slowly hands off the World title to the official. Before the bell can even begin to sound Kingdom steps towards Christian with a lowered head then shockingly lunges forward into a hard closed fist. He rocks Savior across the jaw with a jab then does it again and again, knocking the Champion back first against the ropes. The Team Leader boots Savior to the ribs then takes him by the wrist, whipping him across the ring. At the last second Christian reverses the whip, sending the Team Leader into the opposite cables.

He ricochets off them, coming back in at a stooped forward Savior when Kingdom side steps him, delivering a running knee strike right to his face. Savior stands up straight looking dazed when Kingdom lunges into the air, blasting him to the face with a leg lariat variation.

Comeau: Kingdom not refraining from bringing the punishment and doing it early. This is his first World title shot in years and he’s making good on it.

Susie: Johnny should try to be more political, that way he’d get title shots every week if he wanted.

That last kick has got Savior reeling, rubbing at his face while rolling across the ring. As soon as he starts to get up the Team Leader jabs him across the jaw, following it up with another shot. Christian’s legs are wobbling beneath him before Kingdom levels the double Champion with a hard knife edge chop. The strike sends Savior down hard to the canvas, rolling across it to his knees while Kingdom keeps on him, stepping in only to have his leg swiped out from beneath him. The challenger crashes onto his back while Christian steps forward and puts his foot down on the forearm of Kingdom, pinning his arm down to the canvas. He now spits down right into Johnny’s face before taking him by the pinned wrist and dragging him up to his seat.

He swings around under the wrist, locking in an arm ringer at his point as the Team Leader gets to his knees.

Comeau: Savior trying to use those technical expertise.

Moore: But Kingdom wants to brawl, Savior isn’t being very accommodating.

Douglas’ eyes are alight, deeply enjoying any punishment inflicted on Kingdom who suddenly drops into a forward roll. He ends up seated on the canvas when Christian breaks the arm ringer then dives forward into a dropkick to the back of his head. Kingdom grabs at his neck while Savior crawls up behind him, grabbing his arm and placing it in an arm lock. Johnny slowly begins to turn over onto his knees into a crawling position while Savior steps over his back, continuing to wrench in reverse on the arm with all his strength. A dismayed Alex Ingelson drops down in front of Johnny, incessantly asking Johnny rather he submits.

Before Kingdom can even give an answer he begins to scoot backwards through the legs of Savior, grabbing him by the shins and pulling up on them. Christian tumbles face first into the ring while Kingdom scoots up to his side, trying to lock in the Lesson in Leadership (Crossface).

Susie: He’s going for that hold, with the leg, and the head, and the ummm, anus?

Mark: Close, but no, he’s going for the crossface.

Moore: Rats, I almost had it.

Kingdom continues to try and lock in the submission but Savior turns over onto his back. As soon as Christian gets onto his spine Johnny takes him around the neck, locking in a modified side headlock submission. To his dismay the World Champion rolls right over top of Kingdom’s shoulder in reverse. He lands on his feet in front of the kneeling Kingdom, taking him around the neck and leading him to his feet. Christian is setting up for the implant DDT, grabbing the back of Kingdom’s pants and trying to hoist him into the air. At the last second Johnny spins his body free from the front chancery, taking Savior by the wrist. Christian swings around under the Team Leader’s arm though, reapplying the arm ringer.

Johnny now drops to his knees and uses his brute strength to pull the lighter Savior into a fireman’s takedown. Christian crashes onto his back while Johnny pushes himself over onto his chest and stomach, taking hold of his arm for the crossface.

Comeau: He’s going for the Lesson in Leadership yet again.

Susie: He must really want that title, it is shinny, and bright, and sparkly, which is all that counts.

Douglas looks a little panicked while Savior pushes himself up onto his knees, trying to free his arm, all the while blocking his opponent’s hands from interlocking around his chin. He gets to his feet then performs almost a standing switch, stepping behind the Team Leader and taking him around the head. Savior drops to his seat, connecting with a reverse facebuster on Kingdom, then quickly crawling into the cover.

Johnny gets his shoulder up off of the canvas, turning onto his chest and stomach in the process. Christian grabs him by the back of the head, beginning to drop repeated knees into his skull, attempting to inflict as much damage as possible.

Comeau: Savior countered into that reverse facebuster and now he’s working over Kingdom’s head.

Susie: Why?

Mark: Because unlike you, a lot of people have brains in their heads that are easily exploitable targets.

Susie: Meanie.

Savior now brings the point of his elbow down over the back of Kingdom’s skull. Finally he rises to his feet and drops a leg across Johnny’s cranium, the Team Leader rolling across the ring and towards the corner. He slowly gets to his feet reaching for his neck when Savior charges in, burying his shoulder to Kingdom’s gut then powering him back first against the turnbuckle.

Christian turns his back to Kingdom and snapmares him out of the corner then quickly climbs up the turnbuckle in reverse. He reaches the second rope while Johnny is slowly trying to get up in front of him. The plotting Christian takes flight with a soaring lariat when Kingdom side steps it and catches his arm, pulling him down to the canvas into the crossface. The crowd is screaming as Johnny almost has got his hold locked in, Christian fighting it and then sticking his foot out placing it over the bottom rope.

Susie: He’s going for that ankle lock…

Comeau: Crossface Susie, CROSSFACE.

Moore: Who’s face?

Christian drops into a forward roll across the canvas, ending up on his feet and turning towards the now seated Kingdom. He lunges in delivering a sickening knee strike directly to Johnny’s face. The shot knocks the Team Leader to his back with Christian turning his spine towards him. He now flips backwards into a standing moonsault, crashing down on top of the Team Leader, hooking his leg.

Even the moonsault wasn’t enough to put Johnny away in this very fast paced encounter. On the outside Douglas has turned to the fans, screaming Savior’s praises. All the while Christian has marched into a corner, bending down and signaling for the spear.

Comeau: Savior already about to bust out the Blaze of Glory!

Susie: This match went quicker than my virginity.

Mark: You and your uncle must recall that fondly.

An aching Team Leader is on his way up when Savior barrels forward for the spear. At the last second Kingdom side steps him, pushing him forward into the ropes. Savior bounces off the ropes and comes back in at Kingdom who sluggishly turns to face him. Just then Christian catches him around the neck, going for the diamond cutter. He jumps into the air for the move when Kingdom wedges his hands to his back, shoving him over the ropes where he comes crashing down on top of Dan Douglas. The fans react with thunderous applause at the sight of Christian crashing into the Boss, both men crashing into the thin protective mats.

Mark: Savior CRASHING onto Douglas at ringside!

Susie: Dan may be hurt.

Both men lay motionless on the mats, the crowd still screaming over a smiling Kingdom’s actions. Christian finally sits up, looking down at Dan in disbelief. For a moment he looks inconsolable, completely taking his mind off of Kingdom who is now right on top of him. He’s dragged to his feet via his hair then given a swift knife edge chop across the sternum from a pumped Kingdom.

A stunned Savior is charged towards the exposed turnbuckle post and rammed face first against it. He bashes off and tumbles backwards into Kingdom, who takes him around the neck then hooks his leg. Savior is hoisted up onto Kingdom’s shoulder as he drops back into a fisherman buster right across the thin protective matting. A roar of pain erupts from Christian as he sits up reaching for his spine.

Comeau: I don’t think Kingdom realizes the severity of his actions here, on top of giving Savior a fisherman buster on the mats he threw him down on top of Douglas. There’s going to be some serious repercussions for this.

Susie: Why so serious? Hehehehe, I heard that in a movie, I think it was Bambi.

Savior is rolled into the ring under the ropes, ending up spread across his back as Kingdom slides in and drops down into the cover. Strangely Ingelson looks a bit tentative, taking a deep breath before dropping down and making the count.

Although the count was made a little slower than usual its clear that Savior had enough energy remaining to get his shoulder up. A stunned Johnny now rises to his knees, beaming a glare in Ingelson’s direction before forcing Savior up to his face. He takes the new World Heavyweight Champion around the neck and snaps back into a vertical suplex following it up with the float over into the pin.

Savior gets his shoulder up again as Johnny shoots a stare towards Ingelson. The hair of the Champion is gripped as Kingdom drags him up to his feet, firing off a right hand into his forehead, then doing it once again. These vicious shots knock Christian backwards across the ring until he is taken by the wrist and whipped across the ring into the opposite cables. The Rising Phoenix bounces off the ropes and comes back into Kingdom’s shoulder as he elevates him then spins around into a hard double A style spinebuster. The body of Christian is rammed violently into the canvas while Kingdom now flips forward into a jackknife cover. Again Ingelson tentatively makes the count.

Savior launches his shoulder from the ring, narrowly avoiding defeat yet again.

Susie: Did Ingelson have a stroke, because it looks like his arm isn’t working right.

Mark: It almost appears that he’s rather cautious to make the count after the conversation he had with Christian Savior backstage.

A confused Christian slowly begins to stand up while Kingdom blasts him to the jaw with a forearm strike then spins around into a discus forearm. It connects hard with Christian’s features, taking him down to the canvas across his back. He rolls across the ring to his knees appearing very dazed while Johnny backs up, slapping his knee and preparing to get a running start for a beheading boot. The Team Leader now barrels forward in order to deliver the move when Christian gets to his feet then lunges into the air, twisting around the inbound Johnny and connecting with a kick right to the back of his head.

The strike sends Johnny traveling forward into the turnbuckle, falling against it sternum first. He is very disorientated while turning around to face the rising Savior, who comes barreling forward for some type of spear. Johnny pulls himself up into the corner and then jumps out of it, leaping over Savior and landing behind him. Christian spears the turnbuckle as a result, hitting the second rope hard face first. In his disillusion he rises while Kingdom comes charging in only for Christian to blatant reverse mule kick him right to the testicles. The crowd grimaces with disgust at the sight of this while Johnny staggers backwards, doubled over with both hands gripping his testicles.

Christian springs to the second rope and flips over backwards, catching Kingdom around the neck with a reverse DDT.

Comeau: Oh a nasty combination by Christian, using the low blow to get himself the advantage.

Moore: Why does that hurt guys so bad?

Mark: Because men have penises.

Susie: Ohhhhhh, really?

Savior steadily reaches his feet and takes Johnny around the cranium at this point, rolling him to his knees and placing him in a front chancery. Kingdom is dragged up to a standing base then taken by the back of the head, Savior rushing forward and jumping into the air. He drags the Team Leader down face first into the canvas with a big modified bulldog. Johnny rolls onto his back as Savior crawls into the cover. Ingelson is much less tentative but far more dismayed as he makes this count.

Johnny forces his shoulder from the ring, turning away from Savior who steps over his back, lifting his arm up into the arm lock. He steps over Kingdom’s back yet again, pulling up on the arm with all his strength.

Susie: A sleeper hold applied by….

Comeau: No, that’s the arm-lock again.

Moore: I’ll get it right eventually, Billy.

Mark: Mark, my name is MARK!

Intensity is clear in Savior’s twisted, hostile features as he rips at the arm with all his upper body strength. The grounded Kingdom finds himself unable to escape this hold with the same ease that he did earlier. Nevertheless he grits his teeth and tries to get up, Christian still ripping at the arm with every ounce of strength that he possesses.

Comeau: Kingdom trying to get out of this hold, but can he do it?

Johnny finds himself inching his way up to his feet before he turns and slugs Christian cross the jaw, then does it yet again. Both shots are weakening Savior enough to break his arm-lock. The Challenger now grabs the Champion by his wrist, dragging him forward into his shoulders for some type of fireman’s carry. Christian slips around off of his shoulders and lands right in front of him, taking Kingdom around the neck then hoisting him into the air with a implant DDT. Kingdom is driven skull first into the ring, rolling onto his back as a tired Christian crawls into the cover.

To Savior’s dismay the Challenger forces his shoulder from the ring. He turns away from Savior who steps over his back and reapplies the arm-lock variation he’s been utilizing throughout this entire match. A groan emanates from Kingdom as his teeth chatter together and his body buckles under the pressure. Christian puts even further emphasis on the hold, exerting as much strength as he can to properly rip at the arm.

Mark: Back to the submission Savior goes, working over that arm and bringing Kingdom closer to the verge of submission.

Susie: Johnny tapping out? I don’t think that’s in his contract.

Despite his best efforts Kingdom finds himself closer and closer to the brink of tapping out. His free hand raises into the air, hovering above the canvas and shaking, just seconds away from slapping the canvas. Sweat trickles down his frame as he tries his best to resist this compulsive urge to submit, but Savior makes sure the thought is on the forefront of his mind. Christian is almost snapping the arm yet Kingdom is shockingly forcing his way upwards, trying to get up with all his remaining energy.

The fans are slapping the barricades and stomping their feet as Johnny finally reaches an upright base, Savior standing slightly beside him and ripping at the arm. Suddenly Kingdom falls away from Christian, pulling him down into a modified arm drag. The Champion rolls forward across the canvas and then jumps into the air, landing feet first on the second rope. He springs off, twisting in mid-air and catching a standing Kingdom around the neck with a tornado DDT. Johnny’s head collides violently with the canvas before he flips over onto his back, lying there motionless.

Susie: Savior sure does like to use those suplexes.

Comeau: You mean DDTs.

Moore: Don’t correct a pretty woman, Billy.

Mark: Yeah, it seems pretty pointless, and it’s MARK.

An exasperated Christian sits up, sweating profusely then crawling towards the laid out Kingdom, he pushes him over onto his stomach then steps over his back. His arm is hoisted into the air and placed in the submission yet again. Savior digs down deep with the hold this time, Kingdom’s face becoming a bright shade of red. He looks like he’s just moments away from quitting after the numerous DDTs he’s suffered thus far. Christian now reaches down with his free arm wrapping it around in front of Kingdom’s throat, locking him in a dragon sleeper variation as well.

Comeau: Simultaneous holds by Savior, and now Kingdom is at a real risk of tapping out.

Outside of the ring Douglas has propped himself up back first against the barricade, breathing heavily in a dazed condition yet enjoying what he’s seeing. Savior relishes in the suffrage he’s causing Kingdom, realizing that he may just be moments away from retaining the World Heavyweight title. However, despite all his best efforts Kingdom continues to remain unwilling to submit, digging his claws into his palm. He agonizingly begins to rise towards a standing base much to Christian’s overwhelming dismay.

Susie: He’s trying to get up. That’s creative!

Comeau: Yeah, I fail to see how but Kingdom is indeed ascending to his feet despite both of these holds.

The crowd is going nuts as Kingdom reaches his feet and now falls forward, flipping Savior over top of his back. Christian rolls forward across the ring right to his feet, turning towards Kingdom then barreling at him. He goes for a lariat that connects right against Johnny’s throat, knocking him right back down to the canvas. Christian now rushes into the ropes at Kingdom’s side, bouncing off and coming back in when Johnny rolls towards him, catching hold of his ankle. He trips Savior over forward to the canvas while Kingdom rolls up to his side and takes hold of his arm, placing him in the Lesson in Leadership. The entire arena is erupting into cheers at the sight of Kingdom locking in the crossface, wrenching violently at Christian’s neck. He lifts his hand into the air already looking to be prepared to submit.

Comeau: Kingdom’s got the crossface!

Susie: It’s about time, he went for that move more than I have to file sexual harassment lawsuits.

Mark: You are such a stereotype.

Savior is so close to tapping out, his finger’s trembling above the canvas while Kingdom continues to rip and tear at his neck and arm with all his strength.

Mark: Kingdom could be on the verge of becoming World Heavyweight Champion!

Susie: Johnny can’t be champion, he doesn’t even have hair.

Christian digs his claws into the canvas instead of tapping out, dragging his exhausted, battered frame towards the cables which are so far away. Johnny continues to rip and tear at the arm with every ounce of energy he possesses but it isn’t enough, Christian reaches out wrapping his hand around the bottom rope.

Comeau: Savior keeps the title in his possession, for the time being at least.

Moore: I wonder if his arm is artificial or something, what if he’s bionic, just like Ted Dibiase?

Mark: Again, I’m through correcting you.

Savior continues to desperately cling to the ropes as Ingelson begrudgingly threatens to disqualify the challenger should he not break the hold. He relinquishes the submission finally, rolling away from Savior who slowly drags himself up the ropes. An exhausted Christian turns towards the rising Kingdom and now bolts right at him. Johnny side steps his inbound opponent, reaching back and catching him around the head before dropping into a reverse neckbreaker. Savior bounces off of the canvas then rolls over onto his knees, immediately trying to stand up. The second he reaches his feet Johnny bounces off the ropes flying across the ring with a huge shoulder block. His shoulder connects with Christian’s sternum, knocking him down hard to the ring with Johnny landing beside him.

Comeau: Kingdom really mounting a comeback at this point.

Susie: Yay, the baby face comeback portion of the match, this is my favorite part, besides when I get to speak.

A stunned Savior rolls to his feet as does Kingdom, both men stepping towards one another. Christian goes for a wild right hand that Kingdom blocks, responding with a kick to the Champion’s stomach. Savior is doubled over from the kick as Johnny places his arm around his neck, looking as if he’s setting up for the stunner. Christian wedges his hands to Johnny’s back and shoves him forward into the cables. Kingdom bounces off and comes back in at Savior who jumps into the air for the diamond cutter. Johnny counters though, placing his arm across Savior’s sternum and bringing him down with a modified back breaker right over his knee.

Comeau: Ohhh, I have never seen the diamond cutter countered like that before.

Moore: And I’ve never seen a chicken cross the road, yet I always hear about it.

Savior rolls away from his opponent gripping at his kidneys while Johnny remains kneeling, taking several deep breaths. After a few seconds of delay both men get to their feet, Christian turning towards Kingdom in a disorientated manner when Johnny rushes in leveling him with a forearm to the face. Christian is knocked to the canvas, rolling across it back to his feet when the Team Leader charges in and sends him into a corkscrew thanks to an absolutely deadly lariat. Savior crashes back down to the canvas while Kingdom crawls desperately into the cover.

Mark: New Champion about to be crowned.

Ingelson reluctantly makes the count.

Christian kicks out just before the three count could fully be made. He sits up looking very groggy and disorientated. Johnny now stands up and backs into the ropes while sliding his elbow pad down to his wrist. He exposes his arm while Christian sluggishly begins to rise to his feet, setting up for another even more high impact lariat. The second Christian reaches his feet Kingdom comes charging in with the lariat that Savior ducks at the last second. Kingdom turns around when the Champion lunges into the air for the Code –Breaker only to have Johnny catch him around the back of the legs. He throws him up onto his shoulders and counters into a sit-out powerbomb to a huge reaction from the crowd. Johnny leans forward into the back of his legs for the pin.

To the shock and dismay of many Savior gets his shoulder up yet again, avoiding another nearfall.

Mark: Kingdom again so close to becoming World Heavyweight Champion.

Moore: This match is toying with my emotions, it’s just like an episode of Melrose Place.

The crowd is still screaming over what they’ve witnessed in this insane title match thus far with Johnny repeatedly coming within seconds of winning the strap. Despite Christian’s kick outs, Kingdom refuses to give up, rising to his feet and grabbing Christian’s ankle. He lifts up on it and sends Savior rolling over in reverse to a kneeling base where he takes him around the neck, dragging him up and calling out for the Exodus Finale.

Moore: He shouted something, was it about my thighs?

Comeau: No, Kingdom is calling for the Exodus Finale, this is the moment we’ve been waiting all night for.

Every fan is on their feet as Kingdom prepares to connect with the Brainbuster DDT and put Savior away. That’s when a 2x4 wrapped in barbwire strikes Johnny right between the eyes. Everyone in attendance screams in sheer shock at the sight of Desolation standing over top of a now laid out Kingdom, holding the 2x4 and wearing an emotionless expression on his face.

Mark: Good God why!?!

Susie: I thought Desolation left the building with Evermore, my mind is officially blown.

Kingdom is laid out on the canvas, rolling around and gripping at his forehead which has been lacerated from the shot with the 2x4. Savior has fallen to his seat in a corner, sharing in the fans’ confusion in regards to what Desolation has just done. The Dark Man tilts his head, looking down at Kingdom with a disturbing grin.

Comeau: Why did Desolation do this? I thought he and Kingdom had reached a verbal agreement earlier in the night.

Moore: I guess Desolation just really doesn’t like Kingdom.

Mark: That’s no reason for him to come out here and try to screw him over, to make matters worse this is no disqualification, meaning this is actually legal.

Douglas stands up at ringside smiling despite his pain, realizing that Desolation’s actions must mean what he thinks it does. The Dark Man continues to glare down at an agonizing, now bloodied Kingdom before he apathetically throws down the 2x4. Christian reaches his feet as his eyes meet with Desolation’s, an uneasy grin beginning to settle over his face. Chuckles emanate from the Rising Phoenix as he slowly approaches Desolation, extending his hand outward dramatically.

Savior: I knew you would come to your senses.

A smirking Desolation takes Savior’s hand into his own, shaking it.

Mark: Oh no, it can’t be true. The Conspiracy has been sending overtures to Desolation about joining them, and now that appears to be the case.

Moore: The Alpha Generation’s gonna be jealous.

Laughter continues from Savior before he turns to go for the pin on Kingdom. That’s before he realizes his hand is still being gripped by Desolation, causing Christian to tentatively look up into his demonic eyes. The smiles on Douglas’ and Savior’s faces vanish before Desolation drags Christian into his shoulders, lifting him up into the air and connecting with the Brand X to thunderous applause.

Mark: Now Desolation has laid out Savior! He isn’t joining the Conspiracy, he’s just laying out all the parties involved in this World title match. But why?

Susie: Cause it’s fun?

Savior is convulsing on the canvas as Desolation gets to his feet, turning his attention back towards the bloodied Kingdom. He shakes his head as if disappointed in the Team Leader, who is completely laid out, claret flowing down his cheeks. Suddenly Pat Evans and Silencer come barreling towards the ring in order to come to Christian’s aid as Desolation high tails it. He dives through the ropes landing feet first right in front of an outraged Douglas, the Dark Man giving him the middle finger salute to a huge reaction. Dan is flabbergasted as Desolation dives over the barricade into the crowd, leaving the owner flipping out at ringside.

Pat Evans and Silencer have slid into the ring now, watching Desolation make his way through the crowd in great rage over his actions. They now turn towards the laid out Kingdom before nodding and commencing with stomps on him.

Mark: Oh no, now the Conspiracy taking full advantage of this No DQ rule by assaulting Kingdom!

Moore: They’re ganging up on Kingdom, this isn’t fair, right? I’m just guessing it’s frowned upon.

Comeau: You guessed right.

Pat and Silencer continue to rain down upon the bloodied Kingdom with a barrage of stomps. They slowly reach down and take hold of his arms, forcing him up to his feet with Douglas shouting from the ringside area. An aching Savior has rolled into the ropes, trying to get up while his Conspiracy brethren inflict greater punishment on his opponent, all but ensuring that the title is going to stay where it is. Suddenly the fans erupt into a wave of pure joy at the sight of Faust and Riggs materializing onto the stage. Both men stand their ground glaring towards the ring at the Submission Champion and Silencer, who finally can feel the cold gazes upon them.

Susie: Now that vampire and that guy in makeup are here, it feels like I’m in a live action comic book.

Comeau: I have a feeling that Riggs and Faust are here to even up the odds.

To Douglas’ dismay Evans and Silencer abandon Kingdom and slip through the ropes, rushing up the ramp. As they continue up the ramp, Faust shockingly grabs his hair and rips off his thick white wig and at the same time removes the fangs from his mouth, putting on his traditional Jason Wheeler persona.

Comeau: Look, Faust abandoning his vampire persona and transitioning back into Jason Wheeler!

Susie: AHHHH. Wait, who’s scarier?

Evans and Silencer continue up the ramp in outrage. They are met at the half way point by Wheeler and Riggs, a giant brawl erupting between them. Chaos now consumes the ringside area as Silencer exchanges rights with Riggs and Jason comes to blows with his long term rival Pat Evans. All those in attendance are enflamed by this anarchy as both duos fight their way towards the barricades.

Evans knocks Wheeler back first against the barricade and now steps in for a thrust kick right to his face. Jason steps out of the way as Pat racks himself over top of the barrier, reaching for his testicles in incredible agony. He remains stuck in this position before Wheeler superkicks him to the side of the face, knocking him into the sea of humanity.

Comeau: Absolute insanity unfolding out here during this World title encounter. Johnny Kingdom was on the verge of winning the title, then he and Savior were attacked by Desolation, which brought out the rest of the Conspiracy who ganged up on Kingdom, and now Jason Wheeler and Riggs are out here to take care of Evans and Silencer.

Moore: Who’s going to come out here next, the Cookie Monster? I hope so, because that would be a dream come true.

An aggressive Silencer chops Riggs across the sternum, sending him reeling towards the barricade. Once he falls against it Silencer comes barreling towards him only to be caught with a back drop, sending him flying over the barrier and crashing into the screaming crowd. Douglas is losing his mind over what he’s seeing, yet stays well out of harms way. Inside of the ring a bloodied Kingdom is crawling towards one of the turnbuckles while Savior is sluggishly trying to get up, despite the overwhelming pain coursing through his spine.

Neither man is aware that Riggs and Wheeler are climbing opposite turnbuckles, reaching the top ropes and glaring down into the crowd. As soon as Silencer and Evans reach their feet, Jason and Riggs take flight. The former Vampire Lord comes crashing down onto Evans with a crossbody while Riggs flips over the barricade, landing with a senton splash right on top of Silencer. The fans are erupting over what they just witnessed, unable to believe the double crowd dive from Riggs and Wheeler.

Mark: OHHH, The Conspiracy completely taken out at this point.

Susie: I didn’t know Riggs and Faust, I mean Wheeler, I mean Faust…. could fly, they must be Chinese.

Comeau: Huh?

Moore: Haven’t you ever watched Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon? All Chinese people can fly.

A loud ruckus has been created in the building, the fans striking the barricades over that double dive that has removed the Conspiracy from the equation. However, their assistance might not be warranted, because due to the damage inflicted on Kingdom at the hands of Desolation he’s unable to spot Savior crouching behind him in preparation for the spear. Although he may be hurting due to the Brand X, Savior still has enough left in the tank to prepare for the Blaze of Glory. His tongue extends like a snake through his teeth and his fingers curl in anticipation of Kingdom standing all the way up and turning around. Johnny is still dragging himself to his feet with the use of the cables, blood just oozing down his face while Savior licks his lips in anticipation.

Moore: Savior is HUNGRY!

Comeau: No, he’s anticipating hitting uncoiling the spear and ending this World title match!

The crowd is screaming as Savior’s eyes almost bug from their sockets, Johnny still unable to get his legs fully beneath him. Christian begins to charge forward nevertheless when his wrist is grabbed from behind. Savior is now spun around and caught across the chest by ORLANDO CRUZE. Before he has time to react the bandaged yet bloodied Icon hoists Savior into the air and drives him down into the canvas with the Rock Bottom.

Susie: Where did Cruze come from, Narnia?

Comeau: What is Orlando doing here, we thought we saw him leave via ambulance?

Moore: He fooled us.

Savior is driven down hard into the canvas while a still exasperated Icon crawls into the lateral press. He glares up at Alex Ingelson who turns to spot all of this happening. The referee is confused over what to do, questioning his integrity and his motives when Kingdom staggers out of the corner, placing his hands down on top of Orlando’s back, creating a double pinfall. Ingelson shrugs his shoulders and drops down, making the count to a huge reaction.

Mark: WAIT!

Susie: Cruze just pinned Christian with the assistance of Kingdom, how is this legal?

The roof is almost coming off of the Manhattan Center while Orlando rises to his seat, lifting his arms up in victory, Alex Ingelson having just made the three count for him and Kingdom simultaneously. Douglas is fuming on the outside of the ring, his blood boiling and his skin a burning red. Alex sticks his head through the ropes talking to Kailey Worf, who nods and now makes the announcement. Johnny leans against the ropes, waiting for the announcement with his arm raised in victory.

Kailey: Ladies and gentlemen, the winner of this match and new World Heavyweight Champion, Orlando Cruze!

Orlando rises to his feet amongst an unbelievable response from the crowd, Ingelson being handed the World title belt which he now bestows back onto the Icon. Cruze can barely stand after the brutality he suffered at the hands of the Conspiracy, yet still has the power to lift the World title belt up high. A blood drenched Kingdom glares at him from the corner, his mouth hanging open in shock.

Comeau: Orlando Cruze and Alex Ingelson have given the Conspiracy a taste of their own medicine. Christian Savior started out the night robbing Orlando of the Championship under jaded means and now the Icon has done the same thing to the Rising Phoenix. You reap what you sow.

Susie: Cruze is champion again, balance has been restored to the universe.

Mark: I think Alex Ingelson just signed his own death wish, because the Conspiracy aren’t going to be the only ones pissed by this, Johnny Kingdom made the pin as well yet he’s not World Champion.

Flashbulbs ignite from the crowd while the World Heavyweight title is held above the head of the Icon. On the outside of the ring Christian has spilled to the mats, holding his back and glaring upward at Douglas in a rage. Dan seems to be trying to smooth things over while Christian appears irrational, almost ripping out his hair.

Savior: You PROMISED ME, YOU PROMISED ME!

Douglas still tries to explain that it wasn’t his fault while in the ring Orlando celebrates his reunion with the belt, only to be spun around from behind by a bleeding Johnny Kingdom. The crowd is screaming even louder at the sight of the busted open Kingdom glaring into the eyes of the bleeding Cruze. Obviously the Team Leader doesn’t like the fact that Orlando has basically robbed him of the World Championship, especially when he helped him obtain the pin.

Comeau: We come to a tense end to Riot! where the World title changed hands twice but ended up back in the rightful Champion’s possession. This might not sit well with Kingdom but Cruze took back what is his.

Susie: Johnny looks like his favorite Barbie Doll was just raped.

Cruze begins to put the belt over his shoulder before Kingdom grabs one end of it, both men seem to be in a tug of war over the belt as the show comes to a convoluted conclusion.

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